All Chapters of An Assassin's Magic: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evan's blue eyes widened in surprise and confusion upon seeing Mayari with red crimson irises. However, not only her deep brown eyes changed, also her night black hair turned silvery white that seems to dimly glow like a crescent moon. She wore a red dress, accompanied by a black cloak that hung in her figure. "How did you enter this place?" She coldly asked with the same voice and tone like Mayari. Her indifferent stare are oddly identical, as she stare right through his eyes with a poker face. Evan tried to reply but the thorns are still tightly wrapped in his mouth, keeping it shut. Mayari then snapped her fingers and the thorns loosen until it snake away from Evan's mouth. "Mayari?" As soon as the thorns retreated, the prince immediately blurted out with uncertainty. "Not quite." She replied. Now Evan is assured that she wasn't her, although, what does she mean by her reply. "If you are not Mayari, then may I know who you are?" Evan asked with wariness in his tone. "You do

Shadows lingered from every dark corners of the stone walls as Mayari and Helen, along with Sir Eyron, the warden, descended in the dimly lit stairway that leads to the underground dungeon.Instead of flaming torches, blue glowing crystals are attached against the rough walls. And it have identical symbols engrave in its smooth surface. Along the way, it gives a faint glow that is enough to light up the path but not to chase away the lingering darkness.Their footsteps continued to echo in the surrounding as their shoes repeatedly collide to the hard pavement of the stairs that seems to go on with no end, making Mayari wonder of how deep is this dungeon."If you wouldn't mind, may I ask you something personal, Ms. Revinyr?" Sir Eyron broke the silence that accompanied their descend."Please address me with my given name." Helen politely insisted. "My family name is too formal for my liking and as for your question, it depends.""Well then, Ms. Helen." He cleared his throat. "You are a

Mayari silently watch the snow heavily pouring outside through the glass window across the room. The snow storm only worsen as time goes on so she and Helen were forced to stay in the Sirens Keep for the night.The screeching of the wind and the loud tapping of the descending snow in the glass window provided no comfort for Mayari. She couldn't sleep no matter how she tried to rest. In contrary to Helen, who is sleeping soundly on the other bed.While lying on the soft mattress, Mayari kept on gazing to the window as the harsh storm continued to swirl beyond the wall that sheltered her from its fury.Time was slow but after hours of staring into nothing, the storm finally calmed down, leaving only the gentle snow rain that brought tranquility in the late of night.It was the perfect time to fall asleep. However, Mayari's eyes instantly darted towards the large mirror of the room when she suddenly saw a shadow's reflection passed by with insane speed.It was strange...The mirror is f

Time pass by in silence between the two, Evan eventually felt the heat returning to his once freezing body and his temperature was restored to normal.While still waiting, the prince then felt Mayari's arms loosen its grip and the weight of her head, lying in the back of his shoulder.'Did she fell asleep?' Evan asked himself.With the slightest movement, Mayari's limp body suddenly slid down from his back and almost hit the cold floor. Fortunately, he caught her in time.He held her sleeping form in his arms and shifted her in a more comfortable position while trying his best not to wake her up."This is a first," Evan mumbled to himself. "I never thought that you would trust me enough to fall asleep by my side, Mayari."Evan gently brushed away the strands of raven hair in her face, then fixed the coat to cover her body and keep her warm."You never once lowered your guard when you are with anyone. I, too, have no exception.""You must have been tired."Seeing her peacefully sleeping

"May I borrow your time for a while, Miss Mayari Alverno?"A familiar man's voice echoed thru the palace hall followed by the settling silence as the clacking of Mayari's heels abruptly halted. She then turned her body halfway to meet the owner of the voice, whom requested her attention.It was already been months since her visit from the country of Myrim, nothing too exciting happened since then, except for her learning magic from her proud teacher. However, now that the unlikely of someone have called her name, she felt the tingling sensation of unexplainable foreboding — a sense of danger brewing that shall unfold before her in time.He was standing a few meters away from her with a stern gaze as he awaits her reply. Mayari have already met this man and she is aware of his status in the bloodline of Royalty.The man is no other than Prince Fernando Arscelor, the royal brother of the current King. He is commonly known as a Duke of high status but in the social circles of royalties a