CH 1

Episode 1: Does the Assassin Girl Dream?

After years of longing, he was finally on the cusp of seizing power in the kingdom. His deepest desire was about to become a reality at last.

It was crucial that not a single piece of information leaked out. The man had no true confidants he could trust implicitly. However, as long as they were adequately compensated, there would always be subordinates willing to diligently carry out their assigned tasks. And that would suffice.

Relying on confidants was a risky endeavor, fraught with the ever-present danger of betrayal. He had firmly believed in that principle all along. Now, his unwavering conviction was on the brink of yielding its fruit.

“It’s been such a long time… Oh, how long has it been… Heheh… Hahaha!”

Once upon a time, his ancestors had occupied the highest echelons of nobility as dukes. However, they had succumbed to a political strife, and their estates were seized, resulting in their precipitous descent to the rank of a mere count.

Those days are drawing to a close. Yes, starting from tomorrow!

“How delightful, absolutely delightful… This is the most exquisite sensation!”

In a state of exhilaration reaching its zenith, he stretched out his arms in a theatrical gesture and cast his gaze skyward. It was precisely at that moment…

“Gugh?!”

Suddenly, a chilling and piercing pain engulfed him, not at his neck, but at the back of his head. It felt as though something cold and lethal had slipped in like a knife, severing the core of his being with a disconcerting clarity.

In a state of panic, he attempted to turn around, but his body refused to obey. No, it wasn’t a matter of his body cooperating or not. He couldn’t even comprehend the situation. His breathing became labored, struggling to find a steady rhythm. No, he couldn’t even grasp that much.

Standing before him was a girl exuding an abyss of boundless emptiness.

Her black attire seemed to be woven from the very essence of darkness, simple yet functional, allowing effortless movement.

Her slender limbs gave an impression of fragility, yet emanated a sharpness that hinted at their potential to inflict harm with the slightest touch.

Her long black hair danced ever so subtly, as if absorbing the surrounding light.

Her complexion resembled the pale glow of moonlight.

Her face exuded a chilling serenity, yet her expression remained stoic, drawing one’s gaze inexorably toward an unfathomable abyss.

She had just claimed the man’s life, but her face remained devoid of emotion. It appeared cold and heartless, eliciting a furious glare from the man.

Even though his lifelong ambition, fueled by generations of grudges, was on the brink of fulfillment, with just one more day, or even half a day remaining…

Even though the intensity of his expression, filled with his own grievances and those of his ancestors, was so palpable that it could have been enough to snuff out his life…

Author’s Note:

The one who greeted the girl was a villain.

What goes through the mind of a death-dealing merchant who doesn’t regard others as human, and a girl who doesn’t consider herself as one?

Up next: The Girl Known as Ghost

The assassin girl does not dream.