Chapter 79: Norina

Luowei stood in the room.

The hem of his dark suit hung down as he looked at Olivia.

Silver-white hair, cat-ear sleep cap, bare feet on the carpet.

He watched for a moment, then drew a knife from his waist.

The blade gleamed coldly in the pale blue streetlight.

He tested the edge with his thumb, then flipped the knife over and wiped it on his sleeve cuff.

“What a shame. Such a cute little girl.”

He raised the knife, the tip aimed at Olivia’s neck.

“In the end, you’ll vanish from the world for saying the wrong thing.”

The tip pressed against her neck.

The metal was cold.

“Haah.”

He sighed.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

“So. Tell me. Do you want it quick, or do you want it kinky?”

The tip pressed against her skin.

“Mm.”

A knife pressed against the back of Luowei’s neck.

Ling stood behind him.

Her short knife rested against Luowei’s carotid artery.

The blade touched his skin, the hilt held firmly in her hand.

“Ling. What. Are you doing.”

Luowei didn’t turn around.

His neck was stiff.

“Luowei.”

Ling’s voice was low.

“If I ever hear you make a disrespectful remark toward a woman again…”

The blade pressed a little harder against his skin.

“You know what I mean. Watch your neck.”

There was a brief silence.

Luowei’s fingers tightened on the knife hilt for a moment, then relaxed.

He moved the knife away from in front of Olivia’s neck.

The tip pointed downward, the blade flush against his pant leg.

“Fine, fine.”

Ling’s knife was still at his neck.

“Since Miss Silver wants to play bodyguard so badly, you take it from here.”

Ling withdrew her knife.

The short blade slid back into the leather sheath at her waist with a soft scraping sound.

She walked up to Olivia.

Luowei stepped back, leaned against the window frame, and crossed his arms.

Ling looked down at Olivia.

Silver-white hair, cat-ear sleep cap, silver pupils staring back at her.

Ling reached for the short knife at her waist.

Her fingers closed around the hilt.

A cute little girl like this…

I’ve rarely seen one so small.

It’s a pity she has to die so young, but the organization has its rules.

No matter who it is, if they know what they shouldn’t, they have to be dealt with.

Thinking that, her fingers tightened on the hilt.

She drew the knife.

A hand reached out from Olivia’s chest.

Fingers grasped Ling’s blade.

The knife stopped mid-air, less than a fist’s width from Olivia’s throat.

Ling’s cat ears flattened.

She looked down at the hand extending from inside Olivia, then at her own knife.

“Good evening, you two.”

A pink color.

The voice came from inside Olivia.

It carried a lazy trailing tone, as if just waking up.

Ling held the knife, frozen in place.

“Nolina.”

The God of Love’s hand released the blade.

One by one, the translucent fingers opened, then withdrew back into Olivia’s body.

Pink light spilled from Olivia’s chest, coalescing in the air.

Then it spread out.

Pink hair, pink pupils.

Bare feet, hovering a few centimeters above the carpet.

She tilted her head and looked at Luowei.

“Oh. So someone actually recognizes me. I’ve been gone for centuries, you know.”

Luowei’s dark brown pupils didn’t move.

“Luowei, you know her.”

Ling’s voice was very low.

“I’ve heard of her.”

Luowei’s tone changed slightly.

“But I thought gods were angels. How is she an elf?”

The God of Love crossed her arms, her pink hair drifting in the air.

“Oh. Surprised? Shocked?”

She looked at Luowei, the corner of her mouth curling up.

Luowei said nothing.

“Luowei. We need to pull out.”

Ling had already sheathed her knife.

She took a step back toward the window.

“What are you saying? Letting the person who leaked the information escape?”

Luowei looked at Ling.

“An avatar needs a very high-capacity vessel to host it.”

Ling’s hand was already on the windowsill.

“Her strength is unfathomable. It’s not something the two of us can handle…”

Luowei’s dark brown pupils lingered on the God of Love’s face for an instant.

Then they shifted to Olivia’s face.

Silver-white hair, silver pupils.

He watched for a while.

A seemingly harmless appearance, yet hiding an abyssal, terrifying power.

But as an assassin, you have to account for every surprise, including dealing with pink—

Then he shoved the knife back into his waist.

“Let’s go.”

He turned.

His hands braced on the windowsill, his body vaulted out.

His boots landed on the stone pavement outside the wall without a sound.

Ling followed him.

Her white short hair flickered at the edge of the windowsill, then vanished.

The sound of footsteps faded deeper into the alley.