Chapter 166

Looks like I was right.

Leon couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he stared at the flame several hundred meters away that was frantically fleeing. Without hesitation, he swung his leg over the automatically presented Witch’s Broom, ready to chase after the culprit and bring them to justice.

But just as the Witch’s Broom was about to start, the near-death experience from a black gun’s betrayal flashed through Leon’s mind, causing him to hesitate slightly. He then turned back toward Princess Veronica, retrieved an infected blood band, and wrapped it around her unconscious form, deciding it would be best to wake her first.

Though according to the shabby old man’s “testimony,” there were only two rebels with anomalous items in Leon Manor, if they could hide from his soul detection, they might very well fake during “interrogation.”

And if there was a third rebel nearby, once he left to capture them, even without using anomalous items, a simple nail gun could easily take Princess Veronica’s life. It would be safer to bring her along.

…

Soon, under the “health” supplied by the infected blood band, the princess who had fainted due to excessive blood flow gradually regained consciousness. Her eyes, filled with confusion, looked toward Leon.

“Uh… What happened to me…”

“Your Imperial Highness, the rebels attempted an assassination against you, which I managed to thwart. I’m now preparing to go after those who tried to assassinate you.”

After briefly explaining the situation, Leon helped the still somewhat dazed princess onto the broom, instructing her to hold tightly around his waist. With a light tap of his heel on the Witch’s Broom, they took off.

“Ahh!”

With Princess Veronica’s startled scream, the Witch’s Broom shot forward like an arrow, instantly leaving the hall behind as Leon chased after the short man desperately running away.

“You… Don’t come closer! Please don’t!”

Seeing the demon that could read minds flying directly toward him, the short man instantly collapsed, his legs giving out beneath him.

“Pfft”

At that moment, with a sound akin to a soap bubble bursting, something that had been obscuring his soul disappeared. The previously clouded, fearful eyes instantly cleared.

So, I wasn’t really a coward; my memory was woven to make me believe I was one, so I would flee out of fear and lure the target into an ambush?

Damn it! They used me as bait again! Even though he remembered agreeing to the plan initially, the realization still made the short man feel uneasy.

If it weren’t for being crushed by that demon’s interrogation, almost breaking mentally and forcing Lucy to prematurely release some abilities, he probably wouldn’t have regained his true memories until after the assassination attempt ended.

That old hag Lucy’s memory manipulation is truly terrifying every time I regain consciousness, but it’s also incredibly useful for missions. Since not even I, the bait, knew about the trap, the guy chasing me definitely wouldn’t figure it out either.

Shivering violently, the “cowardly man,” who had partially regained his memory, didn’t fall down immediately. After staggering a couple of steps, he straightened up and continued to run wildly toward the outside of the estate.

Leon, cautious as ever, hadn’t left his soul-sight and immediately detected the subtle fluctuations in the short man’s soul.

Could this be a trap?

Looking at the distant soul whose fear level had halved instantly, Leon furrowed his eyebrows, hesitating and slowing down deliberately.

These cunning opponents often use bait to lure careless cleaners into traps, eliminating those who might report the situation to pave the way for their actions.

I must be careful! Recalling Emma Senior’s teachings, Leon glanced at the short man who was almost escaping Leon Manor, narrowing his eyes slightly. Instead of accelerating, he pulled the broomstick handle, ascending into the sky, and lightly tapped his small mirror.

No matter where you want to lure me, your ambush will only work if I actually “go” there, right?

…

“Sss…”

A chilling sensation pierced through his heart, as if something extremely dangerous was staring at him. The short man couldn’t help but shiver violently while fleeing. Carefully, he turned his head to glance back.

What the hell?!

Looking at Leon several hundred meters away in the sky, quietly assembling a sniper rifle, the short man felt his entire body turn cold.

According to the leader’s information, the target’s ability, although highly comprehensive in both offense and defense, had a poor range, limited to only a few dozen meters. So he thought he’d be safe.

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But despite his poor range, he brought a damn sniper rifle?! This… Am I not doomed? Watching the slowly forming weapon in the sky behind him, the short man completely forgot about the ambush location and fled toward the nearest building. He brutally knocked out someone inside and quickly hid behind a metal rack filled with stuff. However…

“Sss”

With a sound like air leaking, the burlap bags full of rice exploded instantly. Metal racks, walls, bricks, exterior walls—everything blocking the short man was simultaneously penetrated by a glowing nail.

“AHHH!”

The short man felt a sudden chill at the root of his thigh. Before he could react, he was thrown backward by the force of the nail. The smell of scorched flesh wafted into his nostrils.

No! I don’t want to die yet! Relying on the excellent intuition of a soul-based anomaly user, sensing the imminent second shot, knowing he’d surely die next time, the short man broke down, crawling toward the window on all fours, intending to surrender to the demon in the sky, hoping active surrender might save his life.

However, when he reached the window and prepared to shout his surrender, the man riding the strange broom in the sky, scarier than any demon, suddenly twitched and fell like a broken kite.

…

Six streets away, in a small bell tower.

“I hit him!”

Adjusting the headscarf that had slipped off, covering her shiny bald head again, the woman with strange goggles put away her slingshot and curiously asked the middle-aged man beside her: “Leader, how did you know he would fly?”

(The chapter ends here.)