Chapter 625: The Forbidden Pact ( 625 )

Deep underground… beneath the Noble School.

The walls were reinforced with layers of high-quality mithril.

Magic crystals glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor.

Inside the central chamber, six figures sat quietly at a long table—each emitting an eerie pressure, unnatural and oppressive.

At the head of the room sat Princess Kliatana.

Cross-legged, elegant yet unblinking, she watched them silently as they ate. Their manners were crude.

“Princess,”

A man in military uniform bowed slightly behind her.

She didn’t turn.

“Hmm?”

“His Majesty commands you prepare them. They are to move.”

“New mission?” she asked casually.

“Yes, Princess. It has been approved.”

Kliatana lazily flicked her hand.

“Let them finish eating. I’ll inform them myself.”

“As you wish.” The man bowed again and left.

The moment the door shut, the six turned their attention to her.

Their eyes were strange—cold, faintly glowing under the dim light.

One, with short white hair and a stitched neck, licked his fingers.

“So… another killing mission?”

Another chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

“I hope they send us somewhere messy this time. I want to hear someone scream.”

A woman with mismatched eyes grinned wickedly.

“Heh. Finally. I’m bored of training. Time to see real blood.”

The others murmured in excitement.

Kliatana closed her eyes briefly, then stood with grace and authority.

“Enjoy your meal. When you’re done…”

She opened her eyes—sharp, commanding.

“…we’re moving. His Majesty wants results.”

“Yes, leader.”

The chamber fell silent again.

The six figures straightened in their seats as they caught a glimpse of Kliatana’s eyes—

Her left eye now glowing, a strange arcane pattern swirling within the iris, pulsing with a rhythm that felt inhuman.

None of them dared to move.

They went back to eating—quieter. More obediently.

Kliatana spoke, her tone sharp and cold.

“Where’s the Seventh?”

One of them scoffed.

“Probably off fucking some woman again.”*

Another rolled her eyes.

“All he cares about is that. That weird bastard.”

“Weirdo,” one muttered, stabbing at his meat with a dull blade.

Kliatana didn’t answer immediately.

But then—her aura surged.

A pulse of raw, compressed mana exploded outward, like a silent scream pressing against the walls. The air trembled. Plates rattled.

“He better be here…” Kliatana said calmly, her eyes glowing brighter.

“Or I’ll cut off what he cherishes most.”

None of them dared reply.

They simply resumed eating—quietly. Obediently.

The door creaked open.

A figure stepped inside—tall, shirt half-open, his skin still damp with sweat. His movements were slow, smug, satisfied.

The others didn’t even glance at him. They knew that smell.

The Seventh had returned.

He stretched lazily, running his fingers through his wild, damp hair.

“Ahhh~” he exhaled, deeply pleased.

“Nothing beats a royal maid’s body after a warm meal…”

He glanced toward the table, eyes locking on Kliatana with a mischievous gleam.

“Oh~ my beautiful~” he purred.

“How about you and I head to our bed next? Just the two of us… making love like—”

CRACK.

Before he could finish, his body was slammed flat to the ground.

No one moved.

There was no blast. No wind. No visible force.

Yet, the floor beneath him cracked.

The Seventh winced, unable to move.

Princess Kliatana stood still, her eye glowing fiercely. The arcane pattern in her iris spiraled faster and more violently.

Her voice dropped—calm, cold, absolute.

“How dare a lowly thing like you think we’re equal?”

She stepped forward slowly, each footstep echoing in the silent chamber.

“Hmm? Seventh?”

The other six didn’t even glance. They simply continued eating.

The Seventh twitched slightly beneath the crushing weight of her invisible pressure.

His smirk slowly returned—pained, but still present.

“Ahh… that’s what I like about you… Princess.”

Still pinned to the floor, the Seventh licked a bit of blood from the corner of his lip.

“The only one who’s hard to get…” he murmured with a grin.

“Mmm… I like it~ Tsundere.”

A small vein on Kliatana’s temple pulsed.

She didn’t shout.

She didn’t raise her voice.

“Enough of that.”

Her tone was low, icy, dead serious.

The pressure around her increased. A thin crack formed across the stone floor beneath the Seventh’s head.

He chuckled anyway.

“When we’re done with the main mission…”

He coughed—then grinned wider.

“…I’ll ask His Majesty for a reward.”

He turned his head slightly, forcing eye contact with her glowing gaze.

“I’ll ask to marry you.”

Silence.

The other six didn’t even glance up. They’d heard worse. They knew better.

Kliatana’s eye pulsed again. Her expression unreadable.

But behind her, the lights dimmed.

Kliatana’s expression shifted.

She didn’t frown.

She didn’t scowl.

She smirked.

A slow, dangerous curl of her lips.

Her glowing eye dimmed slightly as she turned her head to the table.

“Yes~” she said sweetly, almost playfully.

The Six immediately looked up, cautious.

“If you manage to finish the main mission…”

She paused, her voice sharper than a blade.

“…killing Count Garius and his entire family.”

The room tensed. Even the Seventh’s grin faltered.

“Then you may ask for any reward.”

Her eyes returned to him—deadly, amused.

“And you want me, Seventh?”

She tilted her head slightly, the pattern in her eye swirling again.

“Then prove it.”

The pressure lifted from his body.

The Seventh gasped softly and sat up, spine cracking from the sudden release.

Still grinning. Still staring at her like a predator obsessed.

“Oh, I will.”

His voice was dark.

“I’ll kill them all for you.”

Kliatana took one step forward—heels clicking sharply against the stone floor.

Her voice rang out, clear and commanding.

“If you all manage to do that…”

She looked at each of them in turn—those monstrous Six who had once been human, now twisted into living weapons.

“…consider yourselves granted whatever reward you desire.”

Her eyes locked onto the Seventh.

“Including you, Seventh.”

The man grinned again, chest rising with pride.

But her next words were icy.

“But before the main mission is finished…”

She leaned in slightly—voice dropping to a mock-whisper.

“…then keep dreaming.”

The grin froze on his face.

She straightened and stepped past him, the glow of superiority in her shining eye.

“If you want this body—”

Her tone turned sharp, mocking.

“—then prove it during our main mission.”

Her gaze bore into his soul.

“If not… keep drooling over it from afar.”

The Seventh’s smirk twitched, caught between desire and rage.

The others stayed still—silent, knowing better than to interrupt.

Kliatana turned away, arms crossed behind her back.

“Because you all know…”

Her voice darkened, tone heavy.

“…the last mission wasn’t that simple.”

The room fell into silence.

No more jokes. No more smirks.

Only the cold, suffocating reminder of what they truly existed for.

( End Of Chapter )

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