The Bloodied Rose changes her Fate

Splurt

Blood gushed out from a black-clothed persons neck as the body dropped lifelessly to the ground.

The red liquid formed a puddle around the dead body.

The slicing sound of two daggers resonated as the moonlight reflected on the blade.

Doable daggers.

A monotonous childish spoke in the quiet secret room, to be precised, a brothel.

A girl? A purple-haired, handsome man surrounded by many beautiful courtesans with veils murmured on the couch.

Caressing the thin and seductive waist of a lady dressed in silky courtesan garb and bottoms, he asked the black-clothed girl who killed one of his assassins, What is a young girl doing the Sicarii in the northern branch?

Throwing a small knife at a courtesans bottoms, it cleanly cut the entire front of the flowy silk and revealed small knives hung between her thighs.

The thrown knife stroke deep into the ground at a corner.

All of you are assassins, The monotonous childish voice stated, ignoring the question posed by the purple-haired man.

The courtesan reacted after the unknown girl revealed her whole legs, but the knife did not disclose her intimate part.

You seem to have the skills, and I do not know you, The purple-haired mans lips curled into a smile instead of being angry at the unknown girl that ignored him. His eyes expressed his deep curiosity.

Who are you? The smile on his face disappeared immediately.

There is nothing that he does not know in the north. Even the unknown secrets of the Grand dukes family, he knows of them.

For an unknown person to appear with skills like an assassin spoils his records as the northern Persian leader of the Sicarii organization.

At his question, the courtesans took out their weapons and got into a fighting position for the unknown girl.

I only wanted to talk to you, but it seems to be a problem, The unknown girl moved swiftly from her position and pierced into the hearts of two courtesans on each side.

Clank

Their weapons dropped on the floor as they didn expect their death by the unknown girl before they moved to attack her.

Removing the daggers from their chest, the unknown girl proceeded to dodge the attacks of other courtesans as their bleeding bodies dropped to the ground.

Studying the black-clothed figure attacking his assassins, the purple-haired man pondered the persons identity.

A commoner? Noticing the elegant-looking dagger, he denied that thought.

Which noble family?

Seeing the gleaming blue eyes of the unknown girl dodging the courtesans attacks swiftly, they were some families that came to mind as he thought.

But….how am I sure she didn change her eye color?

That was the problem.

The little girl seems smart enough to know what she wants from them. She won be stupid to disclose her identity smoothly.

As the purple-haired man pondered deeply, he suddenly laughed lowly after coming to reality.

You seem to have more than skills. He smiled, feeling the sharp blade against his neck.

To be an assassin is not about fighting alone, but about control, endurance, and intelligence.

Combat perception, meaning understanding when and how your enemy would attack next with intelligence, controlling your body language analysis, that is, your breathing, specific movements, and hiding skills, and enduring any pain of poisons, torture, or anything.

The unknown girl possesses the three critical factors of being an assassin.

Who is she? He narrowed his eyes as the blade moved closer to the skin, forming a tiny cut, and blood flowed out.

The unknown stood behind him with her dagger at his neck.

Ready to talk only? The monotonous childish voice asked again.

You killed most of my assassins. Our leader will notice you soon enough, The purple-haired man grinned despite the threat on his neck.

You seem not to fear death, The unknown girls blue eyes narrowed at him.

Death is my best friend as I have visited it so many times, He said playfully, but his eyes weren joking.

Who hasn almost died as an assassin?

Well, he has, for sure.

I see, then I will be straightforward. I want to take over this organization in the north and eventually east, south, and west in five years, She stated.

Silence.

You are not going to laugh? The unknown girl arched an eyebrow at the silent man.

Why should I laugh when dead bodies surround us? Besides, my life won be boring in the Persian empire anymore, The Purple-haired man replied.

It would be funny for a little girl to dream big like that, but for this blue-eyed girl, who reeks of blood, he felt something big would happen in the Persian empire.

Besides, Hands drenched with human blood can achieve it, especially if that person with eyes like hers.

Dead eyes.

Whats the catch? The unknown girl asked, removing the knife from his neck.

How did you know I would make a deal? He was surprised at her sharpness.

Whats the catch? The unknown girl repeated her question.

Tell me your identity, He demanded after seeing her attitude in not answering his previous question.

…..I am closer than you think, The unknown girl gave a clue as she turned her back to leave.

Immediately, she felt a faint force behind her and turned with her dagger, blocking the sword aiming for her back.

Clank!

Close, She thought, looking at the smiling purple-haired man.

The atmosphere was deadly between the two assassins.

Struggling with the little dagger of the girl, he said, if you had died by my sword, you would not be worthy of the position as my leader.

Standing upright, he removed his sword and introduced himself with a smile, My name is Dacian, little master, or should I call you mistress?

The deadly atmosphere disappeared like an illusion of his action.

Hes dangerous. Her blue eyes squinted slightly.

I will stop by later, clean the mess, Putting her dagger in the sheath on her waist, the unknown girl ignored the smiling man and left without a sound.

Heartless, Dacian smiled at the disappearing girls back.

Now, who to clean this mess, He murmured, looking at the dead bodies of beautiful ladies left by his new little mistress.

Meanwhile, the unknown girl entered through the window of a room that seemed to be for a noble family. She dropped the sheaths of her daggers on a dressing table.

Staring at the mirror that revealed her blood-red eyes, she removed the black hood with her black clothed nose mask and mumbled, That was close.