The Truth Beneath the Blade
In the original story of her life—
Her parents had indeed been targets of Evan’s master.
Her family destroyed.
Her childhood erased.
She had been taken away and trained as a weapon.
A blade that existed only to obey.
In truth, the story had begun many years ago.
Lina Ashford’s parents had once been marked targets of Evan’s master.
After killing them, Evan’s master had planned to take the three-year-old child and train her personally.
At that age, children rembered very little. And since he hadn’t killed her parents in front of her, he believed there would be no hatred... no thought of revenge.
But Lina had not been alone that day.
Her older brother had been there.
And unlike the frightened little girl, he had fought back.
He refused to kneel.
He refused to obey.
So Evan’s master killed him on the spot.
Just like that.
Without hesitation.
Without rcy.
Lina had been too young to understand what had happened.
She had simply been taken away.
And raised as a weapon.
Within the Obsidian Wing, this was common.
The organization preferred orphans.
Children with no attachnts.
No past.
No family.
Those were the easiest to shape into perfect killers.
In an organization with hundreds of assassins...
You would struggle to find even ten with living parents.
Years later, Lina eventually discovered fragnts of the truth.
But by then, her loyalty had already been shaped.
She hated Evan’s master.
But she still remained loyal to Evan.
After all...
In stories like these, the Obsidian King was always the hero.
Even if he destroyed soone’s entire family, the heroine would eventually fall in love with him.
Because deep down, he carried hidden pain.
Because he had reasons.
Because he was misunderstood.
At least... that was how those stories always went.
But now—
Sothing inside Lina cracked.
Her hands stopped moving.
Julian felt the massage suddenly stop.
He opened one eye lazily.
"Why did you stop?"
Lina Ashford stood behind him.
Her body was rigid.
Her breathing uneven.
Her eyes had turned red without her noticing.
The killing intent in her chest surged uncontrollably.
But she forced it down.
Forced it deep inside.
If Julian noticed sothing strange now...
Everything would collapse.
Her voice ca out low.
"Young Master... I... I need to use the restroom."
She hesitated slightly.
"Can I use your room’s restroom?"
Julian blinked.
He didn’t think much about it.
"Go ahead."
He waved his hand casually.
Lina nodded quickly.
"Th... thank you, Young Master."
Julian rolled onto the bed and stretched lazily.
"It’s fine. Go."
He flipped onto his back again, clearly relaxed.
He waited for her to return.
If she decided to stay, he planned to make full use of her.
Two hours of massage every day sounded perfect.
After all—
Her target was him.
And now he was practically indestructible.
anwhile—
Inside the bathroom.
Lina Ashford turned on the faucet.
Cold water splashed against the sink.
She leaned forward and cupped water in her hands.
Splash.
The cold liquid hit her face.
Again.
Splash.
Her mind was chaotic.
Her breathing uneven.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror.
The girl staring back at her looked unfamiliar.
Inner thoughts don’t lie.
That was the one thing she knew for certain.
But even so...
She still needed confirmation.
She couldn’t just believe it imdiately.
If the elder she had respected all these years was truly her enemy...
Then everything would change.
Her fists slowly tightened.
Then from this mont onward—
She would stand against the Obsidian Wing.
Against the entire organization.
She inhaled slowly.
"Take it slow... no rush."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
She took another deep breath.
She had endured for years already.
A little more patience wouldn’t hurt.
But one thing was certain.
The information she had just heard about Ammy D’Aurelius...
She would never report that to Evan.
After washing her face once more, Lina finally cald down.
She dried her face and walked out.
But when she returned—
She stopped.
Another man was standing in the room.
A young man dressed in a tailored suit, holding a small gift box.
It was Ammy D’Aurelius.
He smiled warmly the mont he saw Julian.
"Brother, didn’t you get engaged to Miss Selena recently?"
He walked forward politely.
"I brought a gift for you two."
He handed over an elegant box.
Julian raised an eyebrow and opened it.
Inside lay two exquisite items.
Not rings.
Instead—
Two finely crafted Celestia Star Pendants.
Each pendant was made from deep-blue crystal, shaped like a small constellation star, surrounded by delicate silver lines that shimred under the light.
They were clearly luxury jewelry.
Rare pieces.
Julian chuckled.
"Thank you. That’s very thoughtful."
Inside his mind—
This snitch is up to sothing.
Being this polite can’t be normal.
He casually placed the box aside.
Then he asked calmly,
"How’s work at the company?"
Ammy lowered his head modestly.
"There’s a lot to learn. I feel quite inadequate."
He smiled respectfully.
"If only I had half your talent, Brother."
Julian nodded imdiately.
"Indeed."
"If you had half my talent, it would be great."
He said it so seriously that it sounded completely sincere.
Inside his mind—
Then you wouldn’t have scored 250 on the college entrance exam.
Ammy blinked.
For a mont he didn’t know how to react.
Sothing about that answer felt strange.
But he quickly suppressed the discomfort.
"By the way, Brother..."
He continued politely.
"I’ve noticed a problem at the company."
Julian leaned back slightly.
"What problem?"
"The accounts don’t match up."
Ammy’s expression turned serious.
"I suspect so managers are cooking the books."
"I wanted to ask you to take a look."
"Cooking the books?"
Julian looked at him carefully.
Then nodded slowly.
"Alright."
"When?"
"In a couple of days."
Ammy spoke calmly.
"I’ll gather the evidence first and let you know."
Julian nodded.
Seeing that he had agreed—
A faint trace of joy flashed across Ammy’s eyes.
Because just an hour earlier—
Four mysterious n had found him.
They claid they had been sent by Young Master Evan.
Their request had been simple.
Find a way to lure Julian sowhere alone.
So they could kill him.
Once Julian was dead—
There would be no one left in the D’Aurelius household capable of competing with Ammy for power.
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