Don't Disturb My Sleep

Neph looked at Tracy on the bed with mixed feelings. Her brows were furrowed, and she did not seem to be sleeping peacefully. Neph knew why-a quick peek at her memories might have been fine, but there was no way Tracy would feel nothing when Neph searched them in such detail.

And if she searched while Tracy slept, as long as she made sure Tracy did not wake up, it would all become a dream.

Well, a nightmare.

Recalling what she had seen, Neph rubbed her brow.

The joy of becoming an Assassin had shattered the moment Tracy saw the Witch potion formula. Back then, Tracy had finally seen her mother's true face and understood the truth behind her childhood trauma.

Because she herself had embarked on the same path.

But she refused to submit. Even now, she constantly held on to her original identity, both mentally and in her behavior.

In this respect, Tracy was a rare exception within the Demoness Sect. Still, she remained loyal to the sect. Besides trafficking slaves, Tracy actually accepted other commissions as well.

To Neph's disappointment, however, she had found no clues in Tracy's memories that might relate to her advancement ritual. That meant she not only could not touch Tracy, but would probably have to ensure she stayed alive and well.

The realization irritated Neph considerably. She did not like remaining at sea-humans were always helpless against nature. At least at her current level, she found it difficult to resist.

For Neph, who had once lived in an inland city and now lacked the ability to operate at sea, the ever-changing ocean was an extremely dangerous place.

Of course, Neph was not entirely defenseless. The Mystical Item made from a Fishman had arrived before she boarded the ship. It was a silvery-white