Chapter 661

Chapter 46: Showdown in the Dark Alley – Part 2

“These words should be asked of you, little girl…”

The young girl’s powerful punch missed its target. Flames suddenly erupted in the woman’s hand, breaking free from the girl’s grip as she twisted her wrist, seizing the girl’s right hand and pulling her forward. The woman’s other hand reached for the girl’s face, attempting to tear off her veil. The girl’s eyes were cold and unyielding; she turned her head just in time to dodge, and when she swung her head back, she used her chin and neck to firmly clamp down on the woman’s arm.

“Hmph, Order of Flame.”

The girl looked at the woman with a sneer. Her left hand was restrained, but this created an excellent opportunity for her right hand to attack. With a simple punch aimed at the woman’s alluring face, a howling wind of ice spread out!

The woman could not break free. Her eyes widened abruptly as she tilted her head to the side. The punch grazed her cheek, leaving five red claw marks as if from a whip. She retaliated with a fierce backhand, but the girl leaned back forcefully, still getting hit on her nose. Her head was pushed aside, and the chill air froze her face, forming a thin layer of frost.

However, these punches and slaps were all feints by the girl. She still had strength left in her. Her fingers formed into claws and she lunged towards the woman’s bosom, her eyes filled with malice, as if she wanted to rip off that large, trembling white flesh!

A hint of panic flashed across the woman’s eyes. At last, she managed to pull her arm out from under the girl’s jaw. Her other hand also released the girl’s wrist. Flames erupted beneath her feet once more, and she leaped back several meters away, narrowly avoiding the girl’s fierce claw strike. However, one of the buttons on her leather vest came loose, exposing more of her white flesh, quivering and deeply creased like a valley that could bury someone’s head.

The girl stared at that scene, seemingly even angrier. Her eyes bulged almost out of their sockets.

“Sister!”

The brief yet intense exchange lasted less than ten seconds. Meanwhile, the little girl who had fallen earlier finally got up. She called out anxiously, her face filled with confusion and panic. The red-haired woman sighed in relief, lightly covering her chest. She glanced at the girl, who immediately fell silent, covering her mouth and standing there, too frightened to speak.

“Frost…”

It seemed the woman didn’t have any intention of harming the little girl. She smiled at the girl and said, “You’re from the Valen Empire? From the Winter Moon Royal Family… why haven’t I seen you before? I’ve never heard of any young girl from Winter Moon with skills like yours. What’s your name? Who is your father, and what are you doing here?”

“I’m not from the Winter Moon,” the girl quickly denied.

But the woman laughed, pointing at her own head. “Do you think I’m some ignorant Eastern barbarian? Your hair color has already revealed your identity, girl.”

Hearing this, the girl was startled and hurriedly touched her head. She found that her headscarf had come loose, revealing her black hair that had escaped from underneath the white cloth. She pouted slightly, adjusted the scarf again, and decided to remain silent.

Valen Empire Royal Family?

Winter Moon?

Dust swirled in the dark alley, gradually settling. Emil, who was sitting nearby, heard their conversation. His mind, which had just started to function again, became confused once more.

Emil was no ignorant Eastern barbarian. He had certainly heard of Winter Moon. Many years ago, he had even traveled to the empire with smugglers. That vast city, always covered in winter snow, where he had once glimpsed a Winter Moon carriage in the distance.

What kind of joke is this…

The little princess of the Winter Moon family will appear here…

Who is that damned red-haired woman…

How did I end up in this situation…

Amil felt like he was about to go crazy.

“I thought you two little girls were in trouble, and as your elder sister, I couldn’t bear to see it, so I decided to come to your rescue…”

In his disoriented state, he saw the woman flip her ponytail and smile at the young girl: “I didn’t expect to witness such an unexpectedly interesting scene. What, little one, do you want to get involved in what’s happening here too? The Winter Moon family really has a lot of free time, don’t they? Or do you think the fire in your backyard isn’t intense enough?”

“…What happened over here.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“And what brings you here?”

“Heh.”

The two continued to face off in the dirty alleyway, their brief exchange causing Amil to break out in cold sweat.

The man’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He was certain that something extraordinary was about to happen here. Such matters were far beyond his reach; otherwise, why would such a powerful and noble person travel from afar to this remote place…

He could not even begin to imagine what kind of incident could occur in such a desolate area. At this moment, Amil only knew one thing: he could no longer continue listening.

Otherwise, he might as well be dead.

As a small-time player who had been struggling for over a decade, he understood more than anyone else that knowing too much could lead to a miserable death in some remote wilderness.

The only way to survive was to slip away unnoticed during their confrontation and leave this place, never to be found again…

“Sister! Sister!”

Suddenly, the little girl pointed at the woman and shouted loudly: “I remember now, it’s her! It’s her! The red-haired woman I told you about—it’s her—”

The sharp, nervous cry startled Amil, causing him to shudder violently. In his daze, he heard the girl ask: “Are you a Knight of the Pope?”

“Oh~”

The woman raised her voice, seemingly with great interest: “Aren’t you?”

What…

With a loud “boom,” after understanding what they were saying, Amil felt his head about to explode.

Knight of the Pope…

That must be it…

They are Knights of the Pope!!!

It suddenly dawned on him that these two incredibly powerful beings were actually Knights of the Pope. At that moment, Amil felt his entire body tremble uncontrollably, wishing he could disappear instantly, vanish from their sight.

Damn scoundrels…

What kind of joke is this…

Why am I encountering such powerful Knights of the Pope in such a strange place…

The man’s mouth was dry, his head buzzing with noise. He could no longer think clearly, only vaguely hearing the woman speak again. The atmosphere became tense once more, followed by a “whoosh” sound as the woman’s right hand clenched, and a whip of flames materialized in her hand, swinging towards the girl.

The girl dodged sideways, advancing instead of retreating, and the clash resumed in the dark alley!

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Dust exploded again, his ears ringing, making everything inaudible. The scene became even more chaotic. Amil couldn’t see the movements of the two figures clearly. Dazedly, he realized that the woman had been thrown back after several exchanges, colliding with a partially collapsed wall, bricks falling, while the girl charged forward, continuing her pursuit.

Now…

They seemed to have forgotten all about him.