"So they can assassinate us and you." "I also didn't gain any information, but who benefits from killing us? Do you have enemies, Lucy?" "Yes, I have people who are hostile to my family, so it's logical that they would target me, but who wants to kill you?" "I don't know who wants that."
Two days after the incident, it was the day we were to leave the hospital. "The day you leave the hospital, I wish you good health and well-being." I looked at him with a hint of amusement, speaking to him telepathically while I gathered my things. "Well done, you deserve a reward for your performance." He looked astonished and surprised as he looked at me. "What do you mean?" "Do you think I didn't notice you trying to poison our food and medicine and monitoring us daily, Doctor?" Suspicion appeared on his face as he looked at me. "Why didn't you tell anyone, knowing everything?" I placed my hand on his shoulder, smiling a faint smile that concealed many secrets. "Because I know you didn't do it willingly and that you were threatened by unknown people. Don't worry, your daughter and your wife are fine. A friend of mine rescued them, and they're safe now… I hope you have a good day. (My gaze towards Lucy as I bid farewell to the doctor.) "Let's go." A doctor stopped me as I was about to leave, but I ignored him. "Bye-bye." At the exit, Lucy looked puzzled. "How did you know all this?" I asked confidently. "I have my own methods," she replied. "As a magician says, 'A magician doesn't reveal his secrets.'"
Ringing, ringing, ringing.
I took my phone out of my pocket to find it ringing. I had founded a company that manufactured and sold them. They were primarily mobile phones. "Hello, who's speaking?… Gray, what's wrong? Why do you seem so nervous?" Gray ignored my words, his voice filled with concern. "Come to the gym quickly! There's trouble. We're under attack!" "Okay, we're coming." Lucy looked worried. "What's happening?" I put my phone in an inside jacket pocket. "The academy has been attacked, and they're in the gym."
Lucy looked shocked. "We have to hurry!"
I put my hand On her shoulder with a small smile, she said, "Don't worry, hold my shoulder so we can move, Anya." "Okay," I replied. "Let's go." When we arrived, it was a dark place where nothing could be seen. Then a loud voice rang out. It was the group. "Surprisingly," I said. Lights came on, revealing a place decorated with bright decorations. A faint smile appeared on my face as I walked towards them. "You've prepared a party for us? Thank you." Ruichi placed his hand on my shoulder, chuckling softly. "Don't thank us, we're friends after all." A slight look of surprise crossed my face, and a hint of sadness remained in my expression, even in my eyes. "You're right. Well, let's start celebrating." Several hours later, the party ended. It was a beautiful night.
Somewhere in a fantasy world, a young woman, 17 or younger, dressed in noble attire, was picking fruit. She was looking at a gold ring with a small smile, a mixture of love and longing. "It seems you miss me, dear." And I miss you too, but it's almost two years until we meet again.
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The next day, in the training room of the Blood Moon Assassins, I was training, lifting weights that weighed hundreds of tons. Grei looked at me with a hint of delight. "You've changed your mind. You want to train?" "Yes, I have to get stronger to control my strength perfectly by increasing my endurance." Grei gave me a thumbs-up. "Good. Keep it up."
Two hours later, I was holding the Kamish sword in my left hand, a light purple energy filming the blade. A satisfied smile played on my lips as I spoke to myself with pleasure and contentment.
A light purple crescent-shaped blade shot out, transcending and destroying all laws and concepts, slicing a training dummy in half. Even the dummy's existence was severed. The dummy's interior was black as an abyss.
A faint smile appeared on my face as I looked at the result. "This is amazing." "I've mastered it!" Coach Yusuf Qwinter struck him on the head. A look of pain spread across Yusuf's face. "It hurts! Why did you do that?" Anger flashed across Yusuf's face. "Why are you asking? You destroyed one of the training room walls with your reckless, irresponsible behavior!" "I... I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Another blow. Coach. "What good will your apology do me?" "Apologize again." "I won't do it again. I promise." Coach sighed deeply. "Fine, I believe you."
Five weeks later, a servant approached the office of Duke Belgord, Lucy's father. He was a man in his forties with short black hair and dark blue eyes. He wore black formal suits with various inscriptions and gold medals. He was looking at papers with a cold, emotionless gaze.
"There's a student from the Verslaken Academy named Yuta Cassiral who wants to see you about something important." Belgord glanced at a cold servant, a shiver running through his entire body. He spoke in a rather slow, calm tone, "Let him in." After a while, I was sitting in a chair opposite Belgord's. My expression was calm, almost unreadable. "How are you, Mr. Belgord?" "I'm fine. What's the reason for this informal visit? Get to the point. Speak now. I don't have time." His words were calm, but beneath them lay a clear threat of murder. I threw a completely black dagger onto his desk. It bore the family symbol: a dragon coiled around a sphere of energy. His sharp gaze held a glint that said I knew everything. "Recognize this dagger, Belgord." He turned to face me, his expression unchanged. "Yes, it's family property. Where did you find it?"
"I found it with assassins. I forced someone to reveal everything before he died. He told me that you sent him to kill Lucy, Mr. Belgord." "A hint of sarcasm appeared in his tone. "And you believed them? They're falsely accusing me."
At Lucy's room, ten minutes before I entered Belgord's office, a look of shock was etched on his face. "What? Yuta came to see my father? What does he want from my father?" A maid then spoke, her voice filled with surprise, for Lucy usually didn't concern herself with such matters. "I don't know, but I heard from some of the servants that they were discussing that assassination attempt." Signs of shock appeared.