When the car stopped by the side of the road, Milos exited the vehicle.
Regardless of how prepared he was, the murderous aura that emanated from Master Levi was as oppressive as a gigantic hand. It was as if a gigantic hand had wrapped its fingers around his neck and strangled him.
However, before he could catch his breath, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and a terrifying sense of impending danger swept over him. Then, he immediately threw himself to the ground and rolled to the side.
When he looked up, he noticed a few darts sticking out of the ground in the same spot where he had been standing earlier.
‘An assassin‘s weapon?!’
Suddenly, Milos’s thoughts raced through the people he had met, and the only person he could think of who might have used such a weapon was Black Robe, who had worked for Master Levi.
Still, if Master Levi had intended to kill him, there was no reason to wait, and the deed could have been carried out inside the room earlier.
So, why did he bother to go through all the trouble?
Suddenly, darts were thrown in his direction before he could even gather his thoughts.
Afterward, he slipped his hand inside his clothes, and out of thin air, three silver needles materialized in his hand.
Clink! Clink! Clink!
The crisp sound of metal on metal echoed through the air as the darts hit the ground.
“Could it be that you’ve recovered?”
When Milos turned to see who had spoken, he saw a Black Robe woman perched high in a nearby tree. Since the veil covered her face, he couldn’t see her clearly.
“What is this? Did Master Levi change his mind and send you to kill me instead?” Following that, he cautiously tightened his grip on his sword scabbard.
“Ha! Don’t think about getting information from me. I am the one who seeks your demise, not Master Levi.” As soon as the woman uttered those words, she leaped from the tree. Then, she drew a dagger as she dashed toward him.
A look of bewilderment spread across his face at that response, and Milos mused.
‘There is no bad blood between this woman and me, and we are not at odds…’
‘Why is she planning to ambush and murder me?’
So, he decided to act when he sensed she emanated murderous intent. Then, his right hand formed a claw as he sprinted toward her.
However, the Black Robe woman did not hold back as they exchanged blows, leaving him gasping for air due to her swift movements, agility, and sharp blade.
‘Is she serious about killing me?’
During the fraction of a second, Milos was preoccupied with that thought, and she switched from a stabbing to a slashing motion.
Jordan dodged a fatal blow by turning sideways, but the blade still grazed his chest. In the heat of the moment, he swiftly lifted his right leg and kicked her in the abdomen.
Although the woman avoided his kick, Milos managed to keep a safe distance between himself and her. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and looked down to see a gash in his coat and a small trickle of blood. Despite the unscathed state of his meridians, his energy was in the process of healing.
‘Her skill is admirable, but in my current state, I am no match for her…’
After considering it, he concluded that he could no longer be bothered to keep his abilities hidden because he needed to save his life. So, he positioned his right hand on the hilt of his sword and initiated the attack.
Concurrently, she swung her dagger around and charged at him.
‘Now… Die!’
When the Black Robe woman was several feet from him, Milos removed Bloodreaper from its sheath and brandished it. Soon, an invisible sword wave of energy slashed through the air and split it into two. Then, he watched in disbelief as she sidestepped the blow that was intended to be fatal.
Her reaction reveals that she has prior knowledge of the sword’s energy.
‘How is this possible? The crown prince, Salazar, and l are the only people who know Bloodreaper‘s secret… I refuse to believe that either of them would betray me…’
Milos froze in his tracks as his thoughts raced from the shock.
Then, the Black Robe woman exclaimed in surprise, “I can’t believe your hara meridian has recovered.”
Afterward, as if to allay Milos’s wariness, she returned to the tree.
“Who the hell are you?” As he tightened his grip on his speckled sword, he barked the question interrogatively.
“There’s no need to be so angry, brat. Your current condition suggests that the assault must have taken a significant toll on you, right? So, be a good boy and answer me, or you might die.” As she spoke, her icy, murderous aura filled the air.
