Boom!
The King of Assassins' shout was like a bomb thrown into the crowd. The entire reception erupted into chaos, and the people who had stood dumbstruck a moment earlier began fleeing in panic, searching for places to hide.
But some people did not panic.
The young ladies, Lilith among them.
At that moment, their eyes began to shine.
One by one, they turned toward the window.
The bolder ones even ran straight outside, hoping to pursue that figure.
Lilith was one of them.
But when they emerged, all they saw were shadows woven from moonlight and darkness. There was not a single person in sight.
They had not seen the person they wanted to see.
Yet after a moment of disappointment, the ladies grew even more eager.
"The wind brushes your temples-that is his hand sweeping past your neck."
"The shadow follows at your feet-that is his footsteps keeping close behind you."
"He is the King of Assassins, like the wind, like a shadow."
A nobleman's daughter could not help murmuring these lines.
Like the wind, like a shadow?
Listening to the recitation, Lilith slipped into a daze.
Then she turned back to look at Pude and Lifuweize, who were still standing frozen in place.
Splattered with Baokede's blood, both men's lips were still trembling slightly.
The two young men had always prided themselves on their courage, but witnessing Baokede's death had sent a chill through their hearts.
Baokede, an opponent who had been their equal in almost every respect, had died soundlessly before their eyes. It had undoubtedly dealt both young men a tremendous shock.
They had been frightened.
They were afraid.
And in their panic, they had made no effort to conceal it.
Disappointment appeared in Lilith's eyes as she looked at their pale faces.
The priestess