Freya, a Master at Courting Death

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance. One of them looked Freya up and down again and said, "Wait here. I'll inform the count." He turned and headed into the cathedral.

A cold smile touched Freya's lips. The last time she had stood outside Viscount Luciwang's study, things had gone much the same way. As long as she acted with enough confidence, they could not be sure who she was. Her little-girl appearance made it even easier for guards to let down their guard.

Freya was secretly pleased. Once the bodyguard had gone a few more steps, she would spring into action and force her way inside.

But just then, the bodyguard who had turned away suddenly spun back. With startling speed, he drew a pistol and aimed it at Freya.

The other bodyguard drew his pistol too, as did the coachman standing nearby. None of the three wasted a word. They immediately took cover against the wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rapid gunshots caught Freya completely off guard. She had no idea what had given her away. She had not expected Count Fulongke's bodyguards to be so ruthless and decisive either. They had opened fire without asking a single question, with no regard for her life.

Freya had no time to react. Three shots struck her, blood bursting from her forehead and chest. The immense force of the enchanted bullets hurled her small body backward.

A moment later, she hit the ground hard. A red mark sat between her brows, two crimson stains spread across her chest, and a pool of blood quickly formed beneath her. Her eyes were wide, her pupils narrowed to pinpoints. Even at the very end, she could not believe she was going to die here...

Meanwhile, at Viscount Luciwang's home, Green and the others had