Chapter 79: The Princess is Assassinated

Camilla’s sharp shout exploded in the private box. The moment the words left her mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Lilian’s hand, which she had just begun to lift, stiffened in midair as a flash of astonishment flickered through her pale gold eyes.

Although Ludmila’s mind had not yet fully processed Camilla’s command, her bodily instincts were faster than her thoughts.

At the exact same moment Camilla’s voice rang out, the double-handed greatsword she always held in her arms was already unsheathed. Her deep purple silhouette transformed into a blurred afterimage. With a whistle that tore through the air, she slashed violently toward the waiter who was bowing his head.

She didn’t ask why, and she didn’t hesitate for a single second. If her master’s sister said to take him down, she would take him down.

The assassin disguised as a waiter was clearly stunned. He couldn’t understand where he had exposed a flaw.

He believed he had suppressed his aura perfectly and that his movements were standard and respectful. Even the way his fingertips tapped the fuse was so subtle it was almost imperceptible. How did this seemingly unintelligent little girl find him?

In that hair-raising moment, the assassin displayed agility and ruthlessness that did not match his disguise.

Instead of dodging, he abruptly flipped the tray in his hand upward, sending the Deep Sea Star Tear Amulet flying into the air along with the tray.

At the same time, his body contorted backward at an eerie angle, as if he were boneless, narrowly avoiding Ludmila’s strike aimed straight for his head.

*Squelch!*

The blade still carved a deep, bone-deep gash into his left shoulder, and blood sprayed outward.

However, the assassin seemed unable to feel the pain. Borrowing the momentum of his backward bend, he kicked the ground hard, his body retreating like a cannonball toward the closed door of the private box.

Simultaneously, he spat out a short, sharp syllable. Pressing his index and middle fingers together, he pointed abruptly at the falling Amulet in the air.

The next moment, the surface of the exquisite deep blue Amulet suddenly glowed with a blinding, ominous crimson light. A heart-palpitating sound of Magic Power compressing and boiling erupted from within.

What Tier 8 defense magic? This was clearly a highly concentrated alchemy bomb disguised as a magical item. The destructive energy contained within was enough to instantly evaporate the box along with everyone inside.

“Explode!”

A look of ferocity and triumph flashed in the assassin’s eyes. So what if he was seen through? ‘Even if I die, don’t think you’re getting out alive. At such a close distance and with such a sudden detonation, no one can escape. The mission will still be completed.’

However, at the exact moment the crimson light was about to reach its peak and the bomb was about to blow.

“Rimuru! Eat it!”

Camilla, who had been staring intently at the battlefield, practically roared the command.

*Puji!*

The blue Slime that had been lying quietly at the mouth of her bag acted like a hound receiving an attack command. Its body instantly elongated and launched.

Its speed was not much slower than Ludmila’s sword light. The blue jelly streaked through the air like a beam of light, accurately intercepting the Amulet that was radiating destructive fluctuations.

Its body opened up like a soft pink pocket, completely enveloping the alchemy bomb that was on the verge of exploding.

A second later, the crimson light vanished. The boiling fluctuations of Magic Power… also vanished.

A deathly, eerie silence fell over the private box. Only the muffled sound of the assassin slamming into the door and his heavy breathing from pain and disbelief remained.

*Plop.*

Rimuru returned to its spherical shape and landed back on the carpet at Camilla’s feet. It let out a satisfied *puji* and even gave a small burp, puffing out a wisp of faint green smoke.

Devouring and digestion, complete.

For Rimuru, who possessed the Devouring Reflection trait, this kind of pure energy explosive was nothing more than a snack delivered to its door.

“Im—impossible! W—what kind of monster is that?”

The assassin clutched his bleeding shoulder and leaned against the door. Looking at the pink, harmless-looking Slime, his face showed true terror and bewilderment for the first time.

The greatest trump card he relied on to take them down with him was… eaten?

“Seize him! I want him alive!”

Lilian had already recovered from her initial shock. A cold fury burned in her ice-blue eyes.

To dare assassinate an Imperial Princess during a trade and use such despicable methods—her voice was no longer gentle. Instead, it carried the majesty and command unique to the Royal Family bloodline.

Surging Magic Power gathered at her fingertips. Several Magic Arrays formed instantly, floating silently in the air like gun barrels ready to fire.

Ludmila didn’t speak. She simply raised her sword again, her deep purple pupils locking onto the assassin like a nocturnal Magic Beast staring at its prey.

Camilla also pulled out her accompanying short sword. Although she was better at Alchemy and physical techniques, an extra person meant extra strength at a time like this. Her other hand was already reaching for other tools in her bag.

A flash of despair appeared in the assassin’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness. He knew it would be difficult to escape unscathed today, but he had to at least stall them to create an opportunity for his comrades outside.

He let out a low roar as dark purple Magic Power fluctuations carrying a filthy aura erupted around him. He was actually a Tier 6 dark Sorcerer. No longer bothering with his disguise, his hands quickly formed seals. Several pitch-black energy arrows shot toward the three of them while he began chanting a foul incantation, attempting to release a large-scale curse.

However, he was facing Ludmila, a Magus Knight who had been personally “polished” by Ophelia, and Camilla, a veteran cheater.

Ludmila’s sword light acted like a meat grinder, easily shattering the energy arrows as she pressed forward step by step.

Camilla, on the other hand, raised her hand and threw a handful of powder shimmering with a holy light—Special Exorcism Powder, specifically designed to counter dark energy.

The powder made a *sizzle* sound as it contacted the dark purple magic around the assassin, causing his incantation to falter.

“What? How could…”

The assassin was shocked and inevitably exposed a flaw. Lilian’s magic arrows slammed heavily into his body. At the same time, Ludmila seized the opportunity. She turned her sword sideways and used the flat of the blade to strike the assassin heavily in the abdomen.

*Thump!*

The assassin’s eyes bulged as he coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments. His gathered Magic Power instantly dissipated, and his entire body flew backward like a tattered sack. He slammed into the door once more before sliding to the ground, unconscious.

He was, after all, just a Sorcerer. He didn’t have the powerful physique of a warrior, not to mention that Ludmila’s attacks dealt extra damage to evil beings.

The battle inside the box had come to a temporary end.

But outside the box, and across the entire Underground Auction House of Cain, chaos had erupted.

Almost at the same time the fighting started inside the room, sounds of intense combat and explosions came from the corridor outside. There were the angry shouts of Shuang and Lei, the crisp clashing of metal, and the booms of magic. Clearly, more than one assassin had come.

Even more terrifying was that muffled explosions began to ring out one after another from the lower floors of the auction house and other directions within the trading company building. Flames and thick smoke could be seen faintly even through the magic glass.

The Eye of Truth had clearly come prepared this time, launching a multi-point synchronized attack.

Their goal was clear—to create maximum chaos and kill the Fourth Princess of the Empire, Lillian Vivalana, amidst the confusion.