A spellcaster who let a stealthy assassin versed in the art of killing get close was already at an absolute disadvantage.
What was more, his strengths were firmly in her grasp.
He Xi, who had been trying to control the situation just a second ago, lost all room to retaliate in the blink of an eye.
As a stealthy assassin, Zoya seemed to have long since laid out a meticulous plan. The force in her hands appeared gentle, yet it left He Xi's entire body weak, forcing him to follow her guidance and lie flat obediently, not daring to resist in the slightest.
"Normal..." He Xi tried his best to remain composed. "Doesn't this prove that everything is perfectly normal?"
Zoya did not show whether she was satisfied with that answer. It was as though her question had merely been a casual opening.
Her slender, jade-like fingers, cool as silk, lightly traced the texture of his skin. As she soothed the agitated He Xi, she secretly searched for the more vulnerable parts of this mage's body.
At last, when she had all three fatal weak points in her palm, she slowly spoke. "Then... when I'm not around, is little He Xi normal too?"
Though both his mind and body trembled in waves from her actions, He Xi, as a mage, still struggled to keep himself awake.
Instinctively, he wanted to explain: Only when facing a powerful assassin like you would I let my body enter this most normal and powerful state.
But the little elf assassin's somewhat unusual behavior made He Xi sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere.
He forced himself to quickly recall every scene and every detail from after he returned today, checking whether there was anything abnormal worth noting.
Was it that cat at dinner, kneeling