Chapter 197
Amaia quickly shifted direction, diving in to target Iona’s wrist.
Iona deflected Amaia’s dagger with a casual flick, widening the distance between them once more.
Carmen, who had been on the verge of letting out a scream at the sudden clash of blades, barely managed to clamp her hands over her mouth.
A wise choice. If people gathered here, it would only complicate matters further.
“Not bad,” Iona muttered with a faint note of admiration, her gaze fixed on the trembling blade in her hand.
She hadn’t expected much from an assassin tied to someone as insignificant as Viscount Ida. But contrary to her expectations, Amaia’s skills were commendable.
She couldn’t fathom what had brought Amaia to this place, but it was clear that back in her homeland, she must have been among the elite.
Iona wasn’t the only one who trusted her own odds of victory.
Amaia, perhaps caught off guard by her perfectly blocked attack, now wore a look of tension in her eyes.