Twelve thirty at noon.
Star Sea No.1 Music Hall, independent room on the sixteenth floor.
The lacquered surface of the piano faithfully reflects the pearly curve of the neck, faintly tinged with crimson, an unnamed fluttering coursing through her veins, steeped by this midsummer.
The second hand of the metal clock ticks away, each strike like the clear sound of porcelain shattering, fragments seemingly crushed into bubbles, slowly strangled by the measure of time.
So much so that she doesn't notice the impending crisis.
It was not the staff this time, but a piercing and sharp creak, two advanced demon hunters with white hair and golden eyes standing at the door.
One of them seemed to be slightly allergic to pollen, sneezing several times.
The black backless luxury dress hindered movement a little, Dreya turned around only by tugging at the hem. Get full chapters from ⓝovelFire.net
"According to the revised fourth clause of the Second Edition Ancient Covenant, renewed on October 10, Holy Spirit Calendar 620, signed by Emperor Xiluo and Ancient Divine Continent, no creature is allowed to smuggle across the West Sea, crossing the borders centered around Holy Tree Island.
Given that the Xiluo regime has lost the ability to fulfill and execute the covenant, we have received a commission from the highest judgment seat of the Ancient Divine Continent's Life Court.
Now, Dreya Florretia, born in Holy Spirit Calendar 2469, of the Lostra Alliance, Itanoliyanos.
We are about to subject you to a fair execution and sentence you to death."
A demon hunter read out monotone, closing the parchment in hand. This is part of work requirements, ensuring legal effect during execution, in line with the Life Court's highest judgment seat procedures.
The Life Weaving Society only handles matters within commissioned tasks, due to high costs requiring appointments, but they didn't kill anyone, merely temporarily capturing the minds of staff to arrive here unimpeded.
Both demon hunters drew their strange great swords engraved with golden runes from their backs, light blazing in golden eyes.
Dreya instinctively wanted to flee.
Precisely because her whereabouts were exposed, staying on the continent is no longer safe, prompting her to cross the sea, escaping to the edge of the world.
She glanced at the clock, not yet one o'clock, with more than twenty minutes left, during which whatever happens, she must not leave.
"Anyway, after all these years, wait another ten years… no, twenty years would be fine, I'll surrender to the Life Court myself."
Dreya did not want to clash with the two demon hunters; those assigned to hunt her are the highest-ranking in the Life Weaving Society, hard to deal with.
"Although we're prohibited from communicating with you, I still want to remind you that ten or twenty years may mean little to you, but in those twenty years, a magnificent empire can already be born."
A demon hunter said, this also part of the skirmish, perceiving the vampire lacks battle intent, and hasn't unleashed any illusion techniques.
The pollen-allergic demon hunter sneezed again, a little fed up with such flamboyant places, feeling the undead in heat, unclear who is awaited.
"You're used to being the good guy, don't pity her and waste time talking. Despite resembling a human, at the root, you're nothing but a pathetic monster; everything will distance itself from you, this is your own hell filled with spirits of all your loved ones. Such pain must persist forever, bare your neck for execution, though sympathize with our work, this is the last worth of your life."
The demon hunter sneezed again, snorted, extremely displeased, twirling the sword tip, about to wrap up quickly.
Unwilling to give up, Dreya glanced at the clock again. It's already twelve-forty; the hunter's words seemed to hit her weak spot, she exhaled a trembling breath, eyelids lowered, raising her gaze filled with killing intent.
As if true wrath had been stirred.
The blood pool instantly submerged the two demon hunters' shoes, a boiling tide surging with actual monsters from another dimension, the greatest abyss created by primordial darkness.
Lun Rune's golden pages spun, clashing fiercely with the nameless entities rising from the blood pool.
All flowers shredded.
The clock continued to tick.
But more prolonged and poignant than the veins peeling off dead leaves.
Heavenly Port Inner City.
Due to the notorious "Pirate Republic" and Kersuna Island being an essential supply point en route, seriously exacerbating the drug trade issue.
Liszt double-crossed, handed the drugs over to the island's Admiral, gaining both fame and profit, seemingly eating two fish, but causing a terrifying intense backlash.
His actions severely violated the codes of the underworld path, regardless of the potion trader faction he hadn't offended before, knowing this matter, the so-called lips teeth affected by mutual loss, letting rules ferment harms their own interests.
Whether combating in a habitual hotel, en route to Star Sea No.1 Music Hall, people still blocked Liszt.
Luckily, both are seasoned wags surviving two years in Heavenly Port, killing about a dozen people on the way, taking side paths to evade pursuers, barely escaping with life.
In a secluded alley amid the Inner City's complex buildings, Liszt and Rein hid.
"Can't run anymore, damn."
Due to intense motion, Rein's gunshot wound on the leg bled profusely, after running through a dozen streets, he collapsed directly, sitting beside the trash bin, using hands to block the hole in his thigh.