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The regicide suddenly looked up and was shocked to find that the woman had silently come to her bedside, holding many strange bottles in her hands.

"Traitor...it's you! Kal'tsit!!"

The Kingslayer's right hand instinctively reached behind her waist, but found nothing. She then realized she was already captured; how could she possibly have a weapon on her? But to think disarming her would work was a gross underestimation. She was the Kingslayer, a Kingslayer who inherited the true wolf's skills! The legendary assassin of Syracuse!

The Kingslayer lunged at Kal'tsit, his hands forming claws.

At such a short distance, she was confident she could kill the woman with a single blow!

"Quiet."

Kal'tsit coldly extended her index finger and poked the side of the leaping Kingslayer.

The Kingslayer froze; her claws were only five centimeters from Kal'tsit, but she just couldn't reach them.

She slowly opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and shrank back into the blankets.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts!! What are you doing?!"

The Kingslayer, who had been secretly wiping away his tears under the covers, peeked out and shouted at Kal'tsit.

"I told you, be quiet."

"Stop, stop! Don't poke me there, it hurts! You traitor!!"

"Poke, poke, poke".

"Hmph, hmph, ahhhhh! Ughhhhh!"

Before she could tear open the healed wound, Kal'tsit stopped with great restraint, looking at the Kingslayer huddled in the corner of the bed.

“I remember you. You are Ilya’s daughter, Lyudmila.”

"Shut up... How dare someone like you speak my father's name!"

If it weren't for the excruciating pain of his wounds, the Kingslayer would have sworn to twist Kal'tsit's head off with his own hands.

Her eyes were red and filled with hatred as she gritted her teeth and said, "The entire research institute and all the scientists were silenced by Ursus. All because of you, because you, you despicable traitor, betrayed my father and all the other scientists along with Sergei!!"

Kal'tsit's calm, emerald-green eyes remained unwavering as she gazed quietly at Lyudmila and spoke slowly.

"You think so?"

"How dare you ask such a question?!"

The regicide's beautiful eyes were practically spitting fire. She instinctively tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in her side made half of her body feel numb.

Kal'tsit sighed softly and reached out her hand to the Kingslayer once more.

The king killer's expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively covered his wounds with both hands, displaying an unyielding spirit.

However, to her surprise, Kal'tsit's hand reached not towards her side, but towards the buttons of her shirt.

"..."

The regicide's eyes widened in surprise. In the blink of an eye, Kal'tsit skillfully undid half of her clothes. Her round, snow-white figure, freed from the constraints of her former bodice, now eagerly sprang forth, her ample breasts dazzling in the sunlight, standing proudly and looking up at Kal'tsit.

"Wait, wait a minute! Lawyer! Where is Lawyer Lin?! What are you doing?!"

The kingslayer, disregarding the risk of Kal'tsit reopening his wounds, quickly pushed her away, covering his chest with both hands to prevent his private parts from being exposed.

Kal'tsit frowned slightly: "I just wanted to help you change your ointment and gauze, what are you thinking?"

"This injury was clearly caused by you poking me!!"

"No, the root cause is the corruption of Sarkaz magic. I don't know if you're aware of this, but the Originium Arts of Sarkaz vengeful individuals often come with curses and deprivation, which is why you were unconscious for three days. If it's not treated in time, it will also affect your fertility, and your future children will not grow tall."

"I even have a child!?"

The regicide was dumbfounded. What exactly happened during the three days she was unconscious?

……very scary.

Kal'tsit thought for a moment, then decided, "Forget it, this is too much trouble. I'll just let this silly kid do his stupid thing a little longer."

She reached out to Lyudmila, but the girl held onto her clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Obey, let me see."

"do not want!"

"obedient!"

"No!"

After repeated tugging between the two, the regicide's reserved girlish heart managed to keep two buttons on.

Kal'tsit, who was already impatient and agitated, slowly placed the medicine bottle on the hospital bed.

"I'll say it one last time, listen to me."

"do not want!"

"Come out, Mon3tr."

A massive shadow loomed over the ward, and the dark green Originium monster opened its crimson eyes, letting out an excited roar.

"what……"

The kingslayer's legs went weak, and as he stared at the enormous monster hurtling towards him, a look of sudden realization crossed his face.

Mon3tr's sharp arms pressed against the wall, blocking any escape route for the kingslayer, and his cold breath brushed against her face.

But she showed no fear; instead, she nervously reached out her hand.

"You are……"

The Kingslayer cradled Mon3tr's hideous and ferocious face in his hands, the cold, smooth touch sending a wave of longing through his palms.

"Sojiro?"

She murmured to herself, tears welling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks.

Chapter Fifty: She's always been capable of turning people to defect.

Kal'tsit had mixed feelings.

When she planned to use Mon3tr to intimidate Lyudmila and force her to obey, she never expected...

Lyudmila held Mon3tr's head and cried loudly, like a little girl who had found a long-lost beloved object.

Mon3tr is clearly mine...

"Never mind, we've achieved our goal anyway."

While Lyudmila was caught in an emotional turmoil, Kal'tsit quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse, swiftly changed her bandages, and re-bandaged her wounds. She also took the opportunity to perform a quick medical check-up, confirming that her temperature was normal, but her emotions were somewhat unstable.

"The wound still can't get wet for the next few days, and the dressing needs to be changed every day. After two more days, once we've confirmed that the wound isn't infected, we'll have a more thorough examination. As a doctor, I'm telling you responsibly, your Oripathy is very serious. Be prepared, as the resentful spells will accelerate your Originium fusion rate."

"Okay... thank you... wait a minute, are we that close? I'm the one who wants you dead! Why are you..."

The Kingslayer finally snapped out of his daze and, clutching Mon3tr, yelled at Kal'tsit.

Mon3tr roared in displeasure, but the Kingslayer's expression turned to one of near tears, causing it to helplessly lower its head and whimper, following her lead.

"Do you even need to ask?"

Kal'tsit packed up the medicine and the changed bandages, looked at Lyudmila who was hugging Mon3tr's neck, took a slight breath, and let out a soft sigh.

"Your hair color is exactly the same as your father's."

"...What are you talking about?"

“Let me think.” Kal’tsit placed the items on the table and asked softly, “Your father taught you to read ‘Justice and Right,’ didn’t he?”

"—!"

The regicide suddenly sat up straight.

"Giving this book to you when you were only five years old... Ilya really lacks common sense, even though you don't seem very smart."

"Are you insulting me?! You're insulting me, aren't you?! I'll fight you to the death!!"

Ignoring the enraged Kingslayer, Kal'tsit recalled a rare, heartwarming scene from her memory, murmuring, "Your father loved this book. Whenever he was stuck on a creative block, he would read it repeatedly. I remember it was a summer day when he carried you and the book past the window, the bushes reflecting the orange sunlight. He asked you to wave to me, but you turned your face away in a huff."

"……so what."

The kingslayer glared at her, his eyes filled with rage, but his murderous intent involuntarily diminished.

“Ilya is my student and my friend. It’s only right and reasonable for me to help when the son of an old friend is in trouble, that’s all.” Kal’tsit’s tone was calm, as if she were stating something very ordinary. “Besides, you got these injuries while protecting Rhodes Island operators. Even if we had never met, I would still have saved you.”

Kal'tsit pointed to the fruit basket on the table, which was a gift from Lungmen that the elite operator Scout had specially commissioned a logistics operator who had recently returned to Rhodes Island to buy as a token of appreciation.

"These are the tokens of appreciation from the operatives you saved."

"I don't need this stuff—wow, it smells so good."

The kingslayer had a keen sense of smell, but she was still a bit groggy from just waking up and didn't react immediately. When she noticed the fruit basket, her nostrils were filled with a sweet aroma. Then she suddenly became alert. Although she was living a hard life, it didn't mean she would be corrupted by mere sugar-coated bullets!

She was a regicide, the one who inherited a great title!

"I do not believe you."

“You can betray even my father and the scientists at the institute, what else can’t you do? Answer me, ‘Director Kal’tsit’.”

The Kingslayer gripped Mon3tr's vicious claws tightly, poking its head out to glare fiercely at Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit gazed into the girl's eyes, her shoulders slumping slightly. She slowly shook her head and said, "Lyudmila, I only escaped by sheer luck."

"I don't believe your nonsense. Someone like you—"

"Someone like me?"

Kal'tsit approached Lyudmila, her cold, emerald-green eyes reflecting the girl's figure.

She said coldly:

"So what kind of person do you hope I am?"

"Should I be cowardly and weak, greedy for money and comfort... or should I be cruel and ruthless, using any means to achieve my goals?"

Do I meet your expectations now?

The king killer seemed to be intimidated by her aura and was momentarily speechless.

It's like a student skipping evening self-study to sneak into an internet cafe, only to accidentally step on a car hood while crossing the high wall. Instinctively, they look inside to see if anyone is there... and sure enough, there is someone inside! And coincidentally, that person is their grade's dean of students.

No wonder she was frightened. Even the tough and ruthless Ace didn't dare to look Kal'tsit in the eye, as if her eyes held a knife.

In the entire Rhodes Island, there are only two people who can look Kal'tsit in the eye. One of them even dares to make her angry, and he can make her angry twenty-four times a day for different reasons.

"Your father was one of the best researchers I've ever mentored. His selflessness and dedication could have pushed Ursus forward by five years. He once asked me—if we sealed the sarcophagus and didn't reveal the existence of the mechanical structure inside to Ursus, could we save more people? Could we stop Ursus from using these machines in the war?"

Kal'tsit kept her eyes fixed on the Kingslayer the whole time, while Mon3tr wisely held the Kingslayer's cheek to prevent her from looking away.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Whether a person is lying or not, they can hide it from facial expressions and machines, but they cannot hide it from the eyes.

Kal'tsit's eyes reflected Lyudmila's bewildered gaze.

“Ilya was one of the initiators of the sarcophagus sealing operation, and his beliefs influenced his entire life. He was confused, struggled, and broke down, but he eventually rallied because he knew that his decision would affect the lives of many people. You have inherited your father’s fighting spirit, but your father had more than just fighting spirit; his vision was very, very far-reaching.”

"Are you trying to convince me with these words...?"

The regicide's gaze gradually lost its sharpness, replaced by more doubts and helplessness.

She wasn't actually stupid; she was just usually too lazy to think things through. In the years since losing Lin Lu and Elmoni, she had to think about many things just to survive. Kal'tsit's words made her think of another possibility, but this outcome would render all her years of persistence meaningless.

"Believe it or not, Lyudmila, you consider me a traitor and want to kill me. You can do that, but—since you've chosen the path of violence, you'll inevitably face something more powerful than yourself."

Kal'tsit placed her hand on Mon3tr's Originium body and tapped it, producing a cold sound, indicating that there was something even more violent in front of Lyudmila.

"Yes, the end of slaughter is one's own blood. I know better than you what it means to swallow the bitterness of the victims... But why!?"

A renewed will rekindled in the Kingslayer's eyes. She propped herself up, ignoring Mon3tr's low growl, and stared directly at Kal'tsit, demanding, "You possess this power, so why didn't you save my father?! If it were you, if it were you!!"

"...because I can't do it."

"Why!?"

“I can’t persuade your father to leave the research institute, nor can I persuade anyone else.”

This time, Kal'tsit couldn't maintain her cold gaze; she slowly lowered her eyes.

"The one who is truly running away is me."