The Fishing Net 6

It was Crow's Eye's voice...

Crow's Eye wasn't dead!

But her brother had left her forever!

In an instant, Asha's heart filled with rage and grief. Before she could strike, several wisps of black smoke rose into view once more, and then... Crow's Eye was already standing on the stone bridge.

The expression on his face was so delighted it was almost twisted, as though he were savoring some wicked feast. "Do you like the surprise I gave you, my niece Asha?"

He drew out his words, with a trace of intimacy that made Asha want to vomit.

She had to avenge her brother!

Therefore.

Only by staying alive would she have a chance to kill this demon with her own hands!

Asha's eyes instantly turned resolute. She drew the dagger she called her "husband."

It was now her last weapon. With a fierce twist of her wrist, she hurled the dagger in her hand at Crow's Eye.

Crow's Eye merely shifted to one side, easily evading the fierce attack.

And Asha... the instant she threw the dagger, she turned without hesitation and ran desperately backward, her footsteps hurried and frantic.

Rather than showing the slightest anger at Asha's obvious feint and escape, Crow's Eye watched her receding figure with keen interest.

He simply stood where he was, with no intention of pursuing her at all.

Priest Moqorro paced closer at that moment. "I am worried the Targaryen princess will not wait long for us, King Euron."

Crow's Eye's gaze shifted. He nodded and said, "Yes. If she hides, it will make her troublesome to find."

His gaze returned to the front. Asha stumbled as she ran and fell heavily to the ground, but she quickly climbed back up and continued running into the distance.

Watching this, he continued, "So,