Todos os capítulos de An Assassin's Magic: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Mayari traced the surface of the silver emblem as it glinted upon the soft yellow shade of the gentle fire of the candle."Yes, that is the emblem of the Royal Branch Family of Arscelor." Evan confirmed."Which means, your uncle, Duke Fernando Arscelor, is the culprit." Jim stated. "Since he is the only branch family the Arscelors got... along with his family, of course.""We can not be certain." Evan contradict. "This could be a set up.""I have strong gut feeling that it is the duke." Jim said as he leaned on the wall. "If not, then it must be your cousins.""I'll say it again, we can't be certain.""This is the only evidence we have, and this is what we follow. Right, May?" He glanced at her."I am already onto it." She spoke as her focused remained on the shiny insignia."See." Jim smirked.While Evan just remained silent as he ignored the elf's irritating smug."So what's the plan?" Jim asked."The engagement party will be held at their estate." She set the emblem down the table

Bright light illuminating from the familiar manor greeted Mayari and Helen's eyes as they entered the large steel gate of the estate.Upon their arrival a servant immediately led Mayari to a different direction causing her to be separated from Helen.According to the maid, the guests have already arrived, residing in the main hall and since the bride and groom must be seen together in the party, they must use another entrance to avoid the prying eyes.After navigating thru the paths with twist and turns, they have finally entered the mansion. Mayari could hear the distant playing of music and the fancy chatter of nobles.After climbing a set of stairs and a short walk, Mayari was directed to enter a room."Lord Lucas wishes to see you. He is currently in the room with his servant." The maid informed. "He awaits your arrival, my lady."Mayari's sharp eyes lingered for a moment to the maid before moving to the double door decorated in gold. She held the handle and was about to do what s

"LET GO OF ME, MAYARI!!! NOW!!!" Evan shouted at the top of his lungs. Eyes filled with rage as it stared at Mayari's dark brown irises.When he finally shouted her name in anger, she suddenly felt her body flinched underneath him, her eyes held something he didn't expect to see from her— the slight flicker of fear. It was gone for a millisecond but he couldn't be mistaken. Her eyes held fear for a moment as he saw his angered expression reflecting from her wide eyes.Evan immediately realized what he have done, his anger slowly sunk as guilt started to pull his heartstrings painfully. He opened his mouth to apologize but no words escaped his lips when the droplets of tears that is threatening to fell from his ocean eyes came crashing down at Mayari's cheeks, and it cascaded down her face like several drops of warm rain.Mayari then slowly removed her hand from his collar and reached his face. With a single stroke, she wiped his tears away as she spoke."Clear your head." Her voice is

A cold soft feeling embraced Mayari's body as she felt submerged in cool water. She regained her consciousness but she could only see darkness, and felt a bandage was firmly wrapped around her eyes, indicating that she haven't fully healed from her injury.Will she be able to see again?She felt a hand suddenly touch the bare skin of her shoulder. Alarmed, Mayari immediately grabbed the person's wrist in a tight hold. The owner of the hand yelp in surprise, then she suddenly called out her name."Miss Mayari!" A familiar voice spoke coming from the unknown person she have grabbed.She then heard several footsteps against the tiled floor, coming closer from different directions. Followed by the hushing sounds of different female voices whispering to one another."Miss Mayari, you are awake!" The said person exclaimed beside her. "It's me, Lissy.""I know." Mayari nodded in acknowledgement, whilst Lissy smiled."Wait here, Miss Mayari, I will go immediately tell the mistress that you ar

"Welcome back." A voice, devoid of emotion greeted Mayari upon her wake.As always, the sky in her mind was a tapestry of swirling gray and blacks of cloud casting a somber mood over the dried grassy land.Laying under the tree, the air feels thick and heavy, as if nature itself holds it breath. The lifeless branches above form a canopy, their silhouettes stark against the murky sky.Mayari's dark bay eyes traveled from branch to branch, searching nothing in particular. Each gnarled limb, stripped of its leaves, seemed to tell a story of decay and resilience. The bark, cracked and weathered, bore the marks of countless seasons endured.She felt a strange connection to the tree's silent testament of survival, as if in its barren form, mirrored some unspoken part of herself. The air around her was still, amplifying the quiet reverence of the moment as she continued to study every inch of the lifeless monument.As she traced the skeletal remains of what once was a vibrant tree, something