Chapter 126

Before she could observe further, an unnamed chill crept up her spine.

Because in the reflection of the blade, Centaurea saw a third eye—the moon.

Centaurea remained stiff for a long time before slowly turning around, turning her head, and looking up at the sky.

In the night sky, the Twin Moons that had remained unchanged since time immemorial had now transformed into two enormous eyes.

Unable to understand, unable to think, and even unable to comprehend.

An unknown deity? An extraterrestrial Demons? Or...?

"Heh, this time the sacrifice is a little guy like you."

An unknown male voice seemed to come from all directions, or perhaps directly from Centaurea's head.

"Offerings...?"

Centaurea snapped out of her reverie and began to ponder the word.

Most people would have been terrified by now, but whether it was due to Centaurea's personality or because she had just experienced two deaths, she remained remarkably calm.

"I didn't see you have a mouth..."

Centaurea's tone was flat, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear a slight tremor in her voice. "Besides... I don't have much flesh. If I were a sacrifice, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be enough to fill your teeth...?"

Upon hearing this, Centaurea quietly looked at the Twin Moons, and the two moons quietly looked back at her.

Until Centaurea's jaw started chattering and her legs became unsteady—

"Boring."

The owner of the Twin Moons finally spoke up, "The last one gave me the middle finger, and the one before that wanted to fight me to the death. Am I out of touch with the times? According to normal reaction, shouldn't you be scared to death and cry your eyes out, and then wet your pants?"

Centaurea: "... If you only encounter people like me, shouldn't you look for the problem within yourself?"

Seeing that the owner of the Twin Moons had become more cheerful, Centaurea also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Centaurea realize that the cold sweat she had just shed was enough to wring out a handful of water from her white stockings.

"You..."

Centaurea breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My eyes... are they like this because of you?"

"Yes, it's quite pretty, isn't it?"

"So, the people whose time was slowed down because of what I saw before...?"

"Your eyes have amazing abilities! One eye can slow down the flow of time, and both eyes can stop it. So, do you like this gift?"

"..."

Centaurea really wanted to say she didn't like it.

Because she's been exploited so much, she knows very well that anyone who tells you things like "I have a big project here," "I'll make you rich," or "This is a chance to get rich overnight" is usually planning to scam you.

But at the last second, Centaurea changed her mind. "Thank you for the donation, but I'd like to know, if Time Stop, could I change... um... or rather, interfere with something that's frozen in time?"

"Little guy, is what you want to ask if it's possible to kill those assassins with a single stab if Time Stop?"

The owner of the Twin Moons bluntly exposed Centaurea's little scheme.

Just like Centaurea in the normal Worldline, the main reason she joined the Unarmored Alliance was because she harbored resentment.

If the other party wants to kill her, then it's reasonable for her to kill them in return, isn't it?

So--

The answer is yes, you can.

The master of the Twin Moons spoke.

These words reassured Centaurea.

But--

"May I ask?"

Centaurea had calmed down by now. "Although you said these eyes are a gift from you, I still want to ask, what is the price for using these eyes?"

"Price? If I use your eyes too much, little one, your soul and your body will eventually belong to me. Does that count?"

"I see. The cost is quite small."

Centaurea nodded. "With Time Stop, all I have to do is stab them, right?"

"Yes."

But the owner of the Twin Moons seemed slightly curious at this moment. "You really believe that? Don't you even have a moment of doubt that I'm lying to you?"

"Ha..."

Centaurea sighed, walked up to an assassin, disarmed him, and said:

"Doubt? Doubt what? Doubt that you saved me not out of kindness, but just to give me hope, and then plunge me into despair?"

"Like that old trick the nobility often played: adopt an orphan, then on her coming-of-age ceremony, throw her into the slums and let the vagrants rape her?"

Centaurea spoke in a calm tone, uttering words that were both offensive and lewd.

Then she looked up at the sky, then looked down at the assassin in front of her.

"Such a big expense, just for fun? You must have gone to a lot of trouble."

"For my sake alone, several lives have to be sacrificed? Well, it's not a bad deal."

As soon as she finished speaking, Centaurea gripped her dagger and swung it toward the neck of the assassin in front of her.