My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

Cassandra smiled and complimented him, then gently placed her glass on the table, stood up, and winked at Weiss.

Weiss immediately understood and stood up as well.

Under the watchful eyes of five students from Ice Cloud Academy, they walked through the hall toward the tavern entrance.

The red-haired girl, Corona, remained standing in the same spot, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance with a meaningful gaze.

Then, his eyes gradually darkened.

On the other side—

After leaving the Starry Night Tavern.

As soon as she boarded the carriage, Cassandra collapsed onto the cushion, panting heavily, as if all her bones had been removed, her body going limp like a lump of mud.

Weiss was startled by her sudden outburst and quickly went over to ask, "What's wrong?"

To be honest, he had never seen Cassandra so out of control before.

Hearing Weiss's anxious voice, Cassandra's eyes were half-open and half-closed, her purple double pupils lost focus, and she stared blankly at the ceiling of the carriage for a long time without giving any response.

Then Weiss gently placed his hand on Cassandra's shoulder.

This assistance finally brought the other person back to their senses.

She looked up, her face flushed red, as if it were on fire.

Those cold, arrogant purple double pupils were now unnaturally unfocused, constantly flashing with a dangerous glint. Then, she gently placed her hand on the hilt of the rapier at her waist.

"How dare she treat me like this..."

"She actually...she actually dared to look at me with that murderous gaze?"

"I can't go on, Weiss..."

"Shall we ambush her here and kill her tonight?"

"I can't wait for the Snow Palace Trial to end..."

Hearing Cassandra's almost pathological murmurs, Weston secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both helpless and amused.

All right--

Was it because he was provoked by someone's murderous gaze that his long-suppressed killing impulse was triggered?

He really thought that woman had secretly used some kind of power to trick the Little Sword Saint...

Although he didn't sense the other party's killing intent because he hadn't activated the wind field, since the Little Sword Saint said it was there, it must be a foregone conclusion.

Daring to express murderous intent towards the ten kings...

It seems that Corona is undoubtedly a remarkable person as well.

Judging from Cassandra's broken state, she has probably been desperately trying to suppress her emotions since the beginning of the conversation.

And now, back in this closed carriage, the string that had been stretched to its limit finally snapped.

When he first advanced to the 7th level of Slaughter, Weiss personally experienced that urge to kill and knew that it was almost impossible to suppress it by his own will.

Seeing the young swordsman suddenly fall ill and his whole body burning with fever.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Weiss, at a slight distance, wrapped his arms around her sides and gently stroked her long, purple, star-like hair.

As a gentle breeze blew, the purple sparks that were teetering on the edge of going out of control touched his fingers but did not burn him. Instead, they gradually calmed down and returned to being tiny sparks, quietly floating between his hair.

"good......"

While comforting Cassandra, Weiss secretly activated the extraordinary abilities of the wind addict.

A pleasant breeze flowed quietly through the carriage, gently seeping into Cassandra's body like a clear spring.

The sequence abilities of those addicted to wind have a natural effect on suppressing bloodlust.

I personally tested it, and it's very effective.

After a moment, Cassandra's heavy, frantic breathing finally calmed down.

The raging killing intent deep within her eyes gradually subsided, and her purple double pupils regained some clarity.

The carriage swayed and lurched along the empty night streets of the royal city, the wooden axles creaking rhythmically in the still night.

The atmosphere inside the carriage, however, carried an indescribable air of ambiguity.

Cassandra remained in that position, half-embraced by Weiss in an extremely restrained manner.

No, to be precise, it was she who was reluctant to move.

Weiss has been very careful with his words.

His arm remained in a loose circle, his palm gently stroking her hair, while he deliberately avoided touching her with any other part of his body.

Cassandra refused to leave, and even went so far as to bury her head in Weiss's arms.

A few minutes later, Cassandra suddenly raised her head cautiously and secretly glanced at Weiss from below.

"Can you hold me like this all the way home?"

"Yes, of course..."

Weiss nodded, without saying anything sarcastic, but simply tightened the arm of the Void Ring slightly.

With permission granted, Cassandra lowered her head again and buried her face in her arms.

The two maintained this ambiguous yet respectful posture, remaining silent the entire way, their breaths almost audible.

Just as the carriage reached the vicinity of the mansion and slowly slowed down, Cassandra suddenly murmured something softly again.

"Does Elune always eat this well...?"

"It seems like I'm getting a little addicted—"

Weiss: "......"

Chapter 100: Aunt Bai Captures the Sword (6K)

To be fair, the reason why Weiss didn't rush to thoroughly heal the little swordsman immediately after advancing and discovering its effects wasn't entirely due to slowness or avoiding suspicion, but rather a deliberate act after careful consideration.

The ability of a drug addict to suppress manic and bloodthirsty impulses is indeed immediately effective, but the problem is that it creates a great deal of dependence.

This was completely different from the long, pleasant feeling that came with the snow-like energy that surged up like waves when I was with Bingfei.

If the exhilaration of the Snowflake Factor can be described as a continuous joy, then the killing intent that the Little Sword Saint had been accumulating for years without being released, when it was dispelled, would probably produce an even more intense and fiery sense of soul explosion.

Although he hurriedly dispelled his killing intent immediately after breaking through to the seventh level of annihilation, he still felt a strong sense of trembling, which was comparable to the next sublimation after abstaining from fighting for 10 consecutive days.

so......

Weiss knew very well that he couldn't let the little sword saint unleash his killing intent all at once, otherwise there was a high probability that his body would completely shut down and even his will would be worn down.

We must proceed step by step.

However, even if only a little bit of the lingering aftertaste is dispelled each time, it is enough for the little sword saint to feel a pleasure far exceeding that of the Ice Princess on that day.

At this moment, the carriage had stopped at the main entrance of the Lunette family mansion, and several maids were waiting outside, but Cassandra still showed no intention of getting up.

She was like a lump of melted cream, hanging softly in Weiss's arms.

Weiss looked down stiffly, sighed helplessly, and could only let Cassandra cling to him like a handbag, dried tofu, suitcase, dry twig, tea tree mushroom, pus-covered skin, wrinkled ape rope, and refuse to let go.

As time ticked by, Weiss felt his limits were visibly decreasing.

At first, they were just leaning against each other lightly, with Cassandra's shoulder lightly touching his arm, which could barely be considered the social distance between ordinary friends of the opposite sex.

But soon, because sitting for too long was bad for their backs, he and the little swordsman simply lay down on the soft cushions of the carriage.

Don't misunderstand, it's simply that lying down makes it easier to perform the treatment to dispel murderous intent...

One of the little sword saint's high heels was kicked off at some point.

I slipped and fell by accident, and I was too lazy to bend down and pick it up.

There is no other metaphor.

The night grew deeper...

The maids who were waiting outside the carriage had already dispersed.

One by one, the lights in the Lunette family mansion went out, until only a few nightlights remained deep in the courtyard.

After lying together for almost several hours.

As the horizon outside the car window began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Cassandra, still savoring the afterglow, slowly sat up.

Her languid movements were extremely slow and gentle, as if even her bones were soft and yielding. Her long, disheveled purple hair cascaded alluringly over her fair shoulders. Her long, slender legs, encased in glossy, tight black stockings, kicked casually a few times on the plush carpet at the bottom of the carriage, finally retrieving the high heel that had been kicked to some unknown corner.

Are you leaving already?

Upon hearing this, Weiss himself was taken aback.

Even though nothing happened between the two of them, it inexplicably created an ambiguous atmosphere afterward.

Cassandra paused in putting on her shoes, a subtle, strange glint in her eyes as she turned her head away, avoiding Weiss's gaze.

"Hmm, I'm almost in my post-coital slumber..."

"And I can't be completely healed too quickly. After all, as a superhuman of the killing system, I need to retain some killing intent and pain, otherwise my body functions will rust~~~"

To be fair, what the little swordsman said wasn't wrong.

A killing system does indeed need to maintain a certain degree of impulsiveness and loss of control to be effective in combat.

But whether that's what she truly felt was unknown to Weiss...

After a moment of silence, Weiss slowly sat up and asked about the important matter:

“Miss Cassandra, why did you stop me from testing that woman in the tavern yesterday?”

"She'll find out..."

Cassandra responded without hesitation.

Weiss was slightly taken aback.

"you sure?"

Although the red-haired girl Corona is the top student in this year's academy, and her title sounds quite impressive, she can be considered a rare and outstanding talent.

It should be noted that the other two academic leaders before her were Snow Knight and Winter Duke, who are now the eight guards directly under the Night Patrol.

Furthermore, even Winter Duke, who had been stained by snow for two years, was easily defeated by him.

Logically speaking, Corona shouldn't pose much of a threat, neither in terms of seniority nor combat strength...

Weiss really couldn't understand it.

"Hmm, intuition..."

Cassandra narrowed her purple pupils slightly, her fingertips gently stroking the hilt of the rapier at her waist, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"She gave me a feeling that was different from other academics; otherwise, my bloodlust wouldn't have nearly collapsed from that level of provocation in her eyes..."

"However, she hasn't noticed you yet, which is a good thing. Let her fight Ice Queen with all her might. You don't need to compete with them from the start."

"The Snow Palace Trial will be open for half a month, and the ranking rewards will be settled after half a month. So, it is perfectly feasible to try on the last day."

As Cassandra finished speaking.

Weiss nodded thoughtfully.

The Snow Palace Trial is not about who can run the fastest, but who can climb the highest.

If it lasts for a full two weeks, that's plenty of time; there's really no need to be in a rush at the beginning.

However, one mystery remains unsolved.

He couldn't help but ask the question that had been weighing on his mind since last night.

"Miss Cassandra, don't you feel like you've seen that woman before?"

"It's as if I've met you somewhere before...?"

Cassandra thought about it seriously for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

No...?

In other words, this feeling of déjà vu is not because the other party has used any special sequence ability that can tamper with memories and cause cognitive confusion.

The other person didn't even notice him the whole time.