Chapter 1118 Death of the Dance Skirt

In the end, Wuqun still couldn't make up her mind.

Of course, she understood what Xiaolu meant - letting young people "test the waters" meant killing those former colleagues.

Although they were unwilling to do the hard and tiring work and didn't want to aimlessly search the country for the Blood Sky Master... it was still easy to trick them into coming down with excuses like "discovering a treasure." And the more corrupted the situation, the easier it was to be deceived.

"You are so kind."

Xiaolu sighed, finished his prayer, and stood up to leave. "Forget it... I don't know how much longer we can be colleagues. Since that's what you want, I respect your wishes. I've done my best to investigate to this extent. Go back and rest. I'll report the results to the teacher."

In Xiaolu's eyes, those "colleagues" were no different from traitors. Using their lives to explore the path ahead was something Xiaolu saw no problem with. He could even consider it a way to clean up the mess while making use of their last remaining energy.

"I just think... this is also a kind of degeneration."

Long after the deer left, Wuqun answered softly into the empty air.

She seemed to be struggling with something... or trying to convince herself.

There is no doubt that the dance skirt's duty has been fulfilled.

She wasn't an assassin skilled in combat or stealth, but rather specialized in leaving no trace of poison and curses—just like every dancer from the Hawkeye Order. To prevent her adaptive path level from being detected by astrologers and prophets, she even used a curse to discard her own path level, making herself appear like an ordinary person.

——In the name of justice, she has lost count of how many people she has killed.

Although she looked only in her early twenties, she was actually in her thirties, and it had been twenty-eight years since she killed her first person.

At least two hundred people were poisoned by her during their night together. To avoid being discovered, she had set up a curse that would only be triggered after she had left for several days.

While there were pure scum and villains, there were also those who loved her. She hadn't actually killed many Moon Children, but rather wealthy businessmen, scholars, or heirs of large families who were unwilling to support the Hawkeye Organization.

The organization told her that "if these people don't die, more brothers and sisters will die because of them." That's why she used dirty means to kill them... and more of the missions she accepted were to steal intelligence.

Use your body, use lies, use conspiracy and scripts to exchange for sincerity.

Seducing with beauty, deceiving with love, and then choosing to betray.

She had never been by the side of the betrayer when the truth was revealed... so she had never witnessed the unbelievable and heart-wrenching expression on their face. But that didn't mean she couldn't imagine it.

When she was a young girl, she would occasionally wake up from dreams. She would dream that those people had discovered her disguise, exposed her mask, and she had nowhere to escape; she would dream that those people had turned into vengeful spirits after death and came to claim her life, cursing her in her dreams; she would also dream that her identity was exposed, and she was captured by the Son of the Moon and cruelly tortured and punished.

She would occasionally reveal her confusion and pain to her teachers and colleagues, and she would often receive the same firm response:

"—Fool, our cause is just!"

Now, how much the dancing skirt wants to ask them - is justice still there?

Once she lost her natural sense of righteousness, she felt overwhelmed by guilt.

It wasn't just the killing of one or two people... and not all of those she killed were evil. It was hundreds, even thousands. Many executioners wouldn't have managed to chop off that many heads in their entire careers. Because Dance Skirt had abandoned her own extraordinary rank, she had never become a high-level "mentor," assigning missions to others... Often, she didn't even know what her targets had done wrong.

The later she got, the shorter the assignments became. Sometimes they were nothing but a name.

No explanation, no guilt, no justification.

But she still chose to carry out the mission.

All of this stemmed from her hatred for the Moon Children. Her sister had been killed by a night-hunting Moon Child while on a night roam. When she found the body, devoid of blood and limbs, she vowed never to forgive those Moon Children.

She had long ago slain the Moon Child who had killed her sister. She collected some of his ashes, mixed them with her own sister's, and placed them in the necklace on her chest. It was something she wouldn't part with, no matter how many identities she assumed, how many faces she wore. It was also the only thing that could possibly reveal her true identity.

But now...

How does the sins she has accumulated compare to those committed by the Son of the Moon back then?

Is it possible that someone’s brothers and sisters, sons and daughters hate him as much as he hated the Son of the Moon?

By the time Dance Skirt finished her prayer, she had made up her mind.

When Priest Cassius hurriedly finished maintaining the barrier and ran out panting, he saw the woman in the dance dress standing up gracefully and preparing to walk out.

Cassius did not dare to call her name in public, so he hurried forward a few steps and when he got behind the skirt, he lowered his voice and called out, "Miss Clara!"

"…Pastor Cassius, what's going on?"

"Dancing skirt" Clara turned around and smiled gently and politely.

There was a hint of restraint and distance in her smile.

——Clara once thought that maybe she could have a family, just like what she had said to the deer.

Now that the Moon Children have been completely slain, Hawkeye no longer has any reason to exist. Even though the Blood Sky Sergeant has arrived, I'm sure Lord Aiwass can handle it all. In other words, I can retire now.

Although she had been carrying out the organization's killing missions and not taking private orders that skipped the organization's share...some of the missions assigned to her by the organization were killing contracts with her share. Over the years, she had accumulated a considerable amount of savings, at least enough for her to live a wealthy and leisurely life for the rest of her life like a rich lady.

She wanted to buy a manor in Iris, hire twenty or thirty servants, marry an honest man, give him money to start a small business, and have a few children. Ideally, two sons and a daughter. Then she could buy a ton of dresses and jewelry and attend banquets for the ladies of the world. She could even get a dog... She had always wanted one, but she'd never had the chance. The smell of a dog would give her away, and she'd been constantly moving from city to city, homeless.

Her mission was over.

That future is already within reach.

Clara had deceived countless men, and she knew very well which men were good and which were bad. She knew that she only needed to nod her head to accept the other party as her "bell". With such an identity protection, she could also prevent him from being accidentally killed by his colleagues.

With Hawkeye about to become the controller of Iris and the teacher also planning to follow the Theocracy, this is already the best future.

She had worked hard for all of this.

...But for some reason, the dance skirt felt inexplicably disgusting.

It's like being pregnant. Just thinking about that future makes me want to vomit.

Wuqun politely declined Priest Cassius's invitation to dinner, and watched the man leave dejectedly, her eyes gentle and calm.

—You deserve better, sir.

That night, Wuqun sneaked into the church basement alone.

She had already informed her teacher of the Blood Sky Master's location, and Aiwass would arrive soon. She didn't need to continue investigating...this level of intelligence was sufficient. Alternatively, she could simply join Aiwass in the underground investigation after he arrived.

Or rather, it wasn't an investigation...it was just that she didn't want to end her duties and mission.

That's it, Dance Skirt thought.

Better to sacrifice yourself in the mission than to survive with a fortune that is not yours.

Before leaving, she had anonymously sent all her belongings to her parents. She had been away from home for a long time... they would surely understand everything.

Although she had wanted to see Aiwass for a long time.

But I'm afraid... there is no such opportunity anymore.

This is the first chapter, the second chapter will be around 2 o'clock meow~

Accidentally fell asleep again!!

(End of this chapter)