"This would be the third wave of assassins," Anastasha looked out the window of the carriage and saw dead bodies stacked next to a big tree. "Poor things, thinking they're going to make it out alive," she chuckled as she looked at the bodies that were sucked dry, leaving only skin and bones.
"Your highness, if your brothers realized that assassins couldn't stop you, they might bring masters in this field," Anastasha's personal maid, Lutfia pointed out as she looked at Anastasha with fear and concern.
"What can they do against Count Blackheart and his people? Figures who could defeat a True Dragon against figures who were bestowed celestial beasts, I don't think the latter could win against the former," Anastasha pointed out, but her gaze showed a slight uncertainty. "Well, if that happened, the future that awaits would be grim and pointless..." She sighed as she crossed her legs, her elbow rested on her thigh and her chin rested on the back of her hand.
