Chapter 12. A Late-Blooming Thief Is All the More Fearsome (11)

As Dokgo Ryeong bared her teeth and let her aura spread faintly, Assassin No. 7 of the Assassination Lodge held their breath.

‘What is this savage aura…!’

Even after using the Breath-Hiding Technique to erase their presence completely, No. 7 felt cold sweat trickling down for some time.

Her aura quickly subsided, but No. 7 suspected it might be a trap. They calmed their trembling heart and pursed their lips.

“Whist!”

After signaling the assassins who had come along to withdraw farther with a birdlike call, No. 7 let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Phew…”

Only after putting ample distance between them and the target did No. 7 feel safe. They surveyed the surroundings once more, then darted off with their qinggong toward the place where they were to deliver their regular report.

“…I’ve come to deliver my regular report.”

Kneeling before an empty patch of bushes, No. 7 made their report. A spine-chilling voice, like metal scraping against metal, answered them...