"Fuck!! What dogshit luck is this!?" The man hurled curses loudly atop his lungs as he watched me stab the poor Magician beneath my feet two more times to secure the kill.

"You're lucky, indeed. Considering that we're the ones to come instead."

Their expressions turn even more rotten at my response.

"Well, are we waiting for 'em motherfuckers to get every one of ya'll!? Do your fucking jobs, fuckers!" Cried the man madly.

"Melcor the Snake. One of the renowned slave traders in the kingdom. His main commodity is to sell pleasure slaves to all the nobles across the kingdom. He climbs the ladder by dealing with exotic slaves from all races and also by side-hustling drugs. His characteristics are as follows. Six foot seven. Has a thin build. And he always has an underage slave following him. Well...it seems we have to change always into often." Standing up, I flicked the sinner's blood off my dagger.

"What in the flying fuck is this bitch on about!?"

Four Master Magicians were mid-casting their spells, but I ignored them and chose to banter with Melcor instead.

"That is the summary of our target. Your profile, in other words. Why? Don't you like it? Which part it was that's not to your liking?" My blood was tingling. I felt like teasing him a bit.

"Damn bitch! Let me see how you yap as a corpse!" He cussed, seeing the magic sigils blooming around his men.

"I wish you luck then..." I offered him a prayer.

Chains of fire, a swamp of murky waters, a rain of sharp rocks, and the stifling air that made it harder to move. They really held nothing and launched everything at me, trying to linch this devout servant to death.

Unfortunately, I had plans on dying unless commanded otherwise by Milord.

"Mighty spirit of the dark. I offer you this wretched soul of mine upon your throne. Grant me the place to stand beside you. Dark World!" Finishing the incantation in one swoop, I jumped back and embraced the ever-living darkness.

The whole room was blanketed by a thin veil of darkness, preventing the light from piercing inside.

Spells detonated where I stood a second ago while their vision was momentarily lost.

I could hear the fear and anxiety seeping further into the hearts of our foes, reflected by the quickening of their breaths. They shot out spell after spell in front of them, hoping it might hit me out of luck.

They didn't.

With relaxed steps, I moved by flexing my senses to the utmost and approached the closest Magician to me while feeling the stirring mana in the air.

I drew my dagger and struck him.

The latter, unfortunately, come prepared. A barrier of molten lava had risen and surrounded him, protecting him from danger.

The dark world was broken following my foiled attempt, and light had returned inside the room.

"Mighty spirit of the dark. Bless me, your child who dwells in the comfort of the abyss. Shadow Veil."

Just before the light touched the hem of my robes, I constructed yet another spell and meshed in as one on the corner of the room, lurking around as I studied my prey.

After that, one of the Shadows blew a dart with impeccable precision and timing toward the other enemy.

A makeshift barrier guarded the way, but it didn't stand a chance. Not only was the dart poisonous but it was also engraved in runes. In other words, an artifact. One that specializes in penetrating magical barriers.

The dart punctured through the barrier like a knife to a balloon, popping them crisply before landing right in the enemy's chest.

"F-Fuck!! O' Blessings of Light, bless your children with your grace. Heal!" Light flashed from her hand and raced inside to the woman's heart. She then plucked the dart out and threw it away, agashtly.

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The Shadow didn't waste time watching, either. He kept shooting dart after dart at the other Magicians, leaving the one covered in the molten lava and Melkor alone.

Albeit still a bit slow, their responses to receiving the darts were better than the first one. They either dodged or constructed layers of barrier to repel the ominous dart.

"Shit! Hey, one of you specializes in healing, right!? Heal me. Mine doesn't cut it!" The woman who was hit cried out in panic.

"What a fucktard! Just leave the bitch to die!!" Bellowed the Magician a couple of feet away from me.

"Try it, assholes!! Do you think I'm just going to sit like a moron!? You wanna try and see what I'll do!? Fuck you all! I'ma blast a fucking pit in this goddamn place!!" Anyone could see the poison had taken root in her system, as her vein began to turn yellow while pushing the blood out of her orifices.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you trying to bury us alive!?" Berated Melkor in panic.

"Fuck if I care!! You aren't paying enough to ditch me like a scrap rag." Barked her back. A huge and unstable sigil lit up above her head.

"Shit! What are you doing!? Heal the bitch!" Melkor, who couldn't take it anymore, yelled at the other magicians.

While watching the two Shadows, searching for any sudden moves, one of the Magicians finally stepped up.

He groaned hatefully while making his way slowly to the poisoned Magician.

Little did he know, he was walking to the trap set by one of the Shadows, who just looked like he was just standing there while his comrade did all the dirty work.

When I used my spell, he spread his traps on the ground in that split second, surrounding the oblivious enemies.

"Argh!! Fuc-"

The moment the needles coated by nerve poison hit the Magician's foot, he roared his gut out.

His concentration broke, his mana flow got messy, and a ripple was formed in his life-saving barrier.

The moment the barrier showed that faint ripple, the Shadow swooped in from the back and slit a long deep line right in the man's jugular.

There was no scream of pain. Only a hateful glare and the gurgling sound of the man choking from his overflowing blood could be heard.

Not a minute had passed, and yet another had succumbed to their wretched fate.

"Urgh! W-What!? How!?" The man, hiding behind his lava fortress, fell to his knees and writhed in pain. Blood flowed in reverse from his orifices and wet the scorched ground.

He was shocked as he felt his life slipping by his grips.

"You blocked my dagger, but you never blocked that." Answering the man, I came out from the dark and held him by the hair, pushing it down. There, he saw a small, cheap-looking pouch lying on the ground between his feet.

I would explain the pouch's content to him any other day so he would know what it was that got him killed. But not today. Milord was waiting for us.

My dagger gently found the tender spot on his neck. From there, I slowly pierced through the soft skin, sliding into the vein in his neck, and traced it upward.

Blood spurted out like a fountain. A small flower of blood bloomed in the air at the end of my dagger's path.

"Y-You're the Dagger Flower!?" Stuttered Melkor in shock after witnessing such a mesmerizing display of skill.

It was indeed delightful to find that my prestige still preceded me after all this time.

"You know who I am?" I turned and asked the last remaining Master-Class Magician.

"Y-Yes...Yes! Please spare me. I will do everything, so please spare me, Dagger Flower!" The man prostrated and began pleading for his dear life.

"It is Milord who'll decide your fate. Do pray that today is one of those days where he will feel merciful to his enemies."

The man banged his head loudly on the ground, completely misunderstanding what I was trying to say.

He was undoubtedly thinking that I was sparing his life but doing it in a roundabout way.

I just left him be. It's a waste of time to educate an ant.

"Shadow. Finish her."

"Yes, Assassin."

Shadow stabbed the heart of the powerless woman who had long since succumbed to the poison wrecking her nerves and organs.

He then stabbed her twice more in the neck and in the head.

I really trained them well.

Snap!

With a snap of my fingers, the two Shadows moved to the broken Magician, taking him and disappearing like a mirage out of the room.

Now, inside the room were only the four littering corpses of the once proudful Master Magicians, Melkor the Snake, and I, the Lord of Light and Darkness's first and most faithful servant.

"Any last words?" I urged the man, feeling my heart dancing jubilantly at the sight of his twisted expression.

"Dagger Flower. Take me to your boss! I am worth more than that trash you just saved. I know you people are after the business. I can give you names and leverage to people you'll be interested in. With me around, it'll be easy to grow your coffers!!" He begged desperately.

I giggled softly behind the mask. Honestly, what humorous rats they were.

"Sure, Melkor the Snake,"

I wonder what Milord would do to them. Will it be mercy...Or salvation by death...

"Let us meet the Lord..."

I can't wait to see it...