The Assassin Acting Was Complete

After leaving the House of Divination, Altair began thinking about the answer he had just received. Am I being too hesitant in everything I do...

Freya saw how strange Altair had been acting ever since leaving the House of Divination. After a moment's thought with her not-so-bright little head, she simply rested it on Altair's shoulder.

Feeling Freya's movement, Altair turned to look and saw that she seemed just like a little cat seeking comfort.

Watching her, Altair asked curiously, "Who taught you that? You look just like a poor little cat right now."

Hearing Altair's words, Freya straightened up and said, "The aunties taught me before. They said that if I wanted to live well in the future, I had to know how to provide emotional support. The people who buy us like cute girls best, so acting like this helps us show our value."

"They also taught us that if we didn't study hard, they wouldn't give us food. And another thing..."

Listening to Freya's complaints, Altair could only rub her head helplessly. To his surprise, when he did, Freya really did act like a cat.

He turned to look at Irene, wondering whether she would react the same way. The thought of a cool, mature beauty suddenly acting like that was thrilling.

When Irene saw Altair looking at her, then glanced at Freya, she went along with it and sat down beside him.

When he got home, Altair made it clear that he had already eaten dinner, so there was no need to prepare any for him.

After returning to his room and changing, he went straight to the study and picked out a novel to pass the time.

When he had read halfway through, he realized the story had clearly strayed from its original plot. It had gone from a detective novel to a romance, and he lost interest at once.

He couldn't help thinking, Looks like romance novels are popular in every world.

Putting the book down, he turned to look out the window. Even after seeing the red moon for more than two months, he still couldn't get used to it.

Time for bed. Nothing mattered more right now than his warm, cozy bed.

Yawning, Altair went into the washroom. After a quick wash, he climbed into his soft bed.

The next morning, after Altair finished breakfast, Hahn came in to report what had happened the day before. "Freya Quinn, your housekeeper—her father died, but his debts didn't die with him. After his death, the villa was sold and the debt was settled on the spot. Who would've thought someone would suddenly show up now, demanding that Freya Quinn repay it?"

Altair looked at the utterly bizarre note before him and asked curiously,

"Hahn, I remember Loen Kingdom has a law that says descendants can refuse to inherit private debts if they didn't know about them. And this is a debt of 100 pounds, so how did they end up demanding 500?"

"Besides, this IOU is just a piece of paper. It's not even an official document, and there isn't a single seal on it. We don't even know if it's forged. Can an IOU like this really be valid?"

Hearing Altair's questions, Hahn replied helplessly, "After you went out yesterday, I went to speak with Freya. That's exactly what happened."

"Freya had wanted to ask for an advance on her wages, but the amount was so large that she didn't feel comfortable bringing it up with you."

Hearing that, Altair remembered how much Freya Quinn earned each week: five pounds. She would have to ask for nearly two years' wages in advance.

It would be hard for anyone to ask for such a large advance.

But he wasn't short of a little money like that. "Hahn, 500 pounds isn't a lot. If Freya Quinn needs it, just give her an advance. But I have a feeling something's wrong with this IOU. Find a private detective later and have them look into what's going on."

Taking the IOU from Altair, Hahn said helplessly, "I find it strange too. I looked into her family's situation before. The bank couldn't possibly have lent them money, and they'd already borrowed as much as they could from private lenders. This IOU is from a well-known gang in the East District, but even so, the interest shouldn't be this high."

Watching Hahn leave, Altair was speechless. Somehow, people really believed they owed money just because of a scrap of paper with nothing on it.

As he casually looked through the documents Hahn had brought in, Altair spotted a piece of news that caught his interest.

The Royal Family of Ruun was preparing to hold a Summer Hunt at the end of the month. Of course, news like this couldn't be made public. The Royal Family had sent the notice specifically to the nobles.

All Barons and higher-ranking nobles in Bexland were required to attend. The notice had been sent out to confirm who would be participating. Anyone entering would need special identification; without it, they would be treated as an assassin.

Anyone who wanted to bring a guest also had to ensure that the person held a certain social standing and provide a guarantee. The guest would also have to pass a review, among other strict requirements.

In other words, those allowed to attend were either nobles or well-known figures.

The hunt was around July. Weren't they worried about the midsummer heat?

Looks like he would have to make a point of practicing his riding. He had never learned before.

June 17, 1346. Evening.

Altair watched the life fade rapidly from the person before him. He felt the shackles within him break, leaving his body light and comfortable.

Over the past ten days, Altair had carried out two more assassinations based on the information Hahn had investigated. The first had been in the Dock District; the second was the one he had just completed. Each time, at least five people had died by his hand.

After finishing this assassination, he could clearly feel that his Assassin Potion had been completely digested.

Altair was in higher spirits than ever. After nearly two months of effort, he had finally finished digesting the Sequence Nine Potion.

Tomorrow, I'll prepare the Sequence Eight Potion and advance. I can't keep hanging around at this reception; there's no point.

Klein had digested the Seer Pathway Potion in a month, while I've digested Potions from four Pathways in two months. I only needed to act out one of them, but the total number hasn't gone down. That makes me a little genius too!

In three years, I might even be a Demigod. Then I'll be able to have some fun.

But how to digest Pleasure was a real problem. Cheek's influence wouldn't affect me, but Pleasure was clearly a concept tied to emotion. Did that mean I had to become a clown?