Dragon Valley

Yet in the end, Assassin's split selves encountered nothing at all. Triggered magecraft traps existed only in his imagination. To be fair, this was the most peaceful Magecraft Workshop he had ever seen. Inside, it was no different from an ordinary home.

"How strange. Could we already be trapped in an illusion, with everything we see being fake?"

The split self became suspicious, then saw "himself" pull out a curved blade and look over with ill intent.

"..."

You bastard, you're going too far! Do you really think I have no temper?!

Without another word, the split self revealed a dagger with a blood groove, ready to stage a bloody fight against himself. That was just how people with multiple-personality disorders were—they occasionally added a scene for themselves.

Tap!

A faint, nearly imperceptible footstep sounded, saving the fragile little boat of friendship between the two. Assassin's senses were exceptionally sharp, and he immediately identified the direction and looked over.

At this moment, Sakura was the only one still in the clinic. She was hiding on the second floor and looking down. When she saw Assassin turn toward her, she cried out and spun around to run.

Her hurried footsteps echoed clearly through the house. Seeing the panicked little girl, the Assassins exchanged a glance, lowered their bodies, and rushed up the stairs to the second floor. They could look down on their enemy strategically, but tactically, they did not dare relax in the slightest. Even as they raced forward, they remained cautiously alert to their surroundings.

Everything was still calm. Until they reached the bedroom where Sakura was hiding, the two encountered not even a single magecraft interception.

Did she shut down the Magecraft Workshop to protect the child?

With that thought in mind, they pushed open the bedroom door...