Chapter 153: Devil’s gift or trouble
Several minutes ago...
Dante demanded from her, "Where is Anastasia?"
Anastasia dropped the daggers to the floor and quickly moved her fingers, signing the first word she thought of that would gain his attention—rabbit. This was something only the two of them knew.
When Dante’s fist plummeted into the wall beside Anastasia’s head, it created a massive amount of dust in the room, momentarily obscuring the area from view, even for Magnus. Using the same hand, he gently placed it on her chest, feeling her heart thud against her chest.
For a moment, Anastasia wondered if Dante intended to rip her heart out, but instead, she felt him lean closer, his lips grazing her ear, and he whispered only for her to hear,
"Disable the pillar."
Anastasia’s eyes widened at Dante’s words, and she felt herself being pushed into the hole he had created in the wall, hiding her in plain sight. Simultaneously, an artificial projection of the Elder minister materialised in front of him, positioned against the wall.
Hidden behind the wall, Anastasia watched Dante and the Elder minister fight against each other. Their daggers clashed, giving rise to sparks that ignited before the dust had the chance to fully settle on the ground. She noticed something transparent, reminiscent of water, shimmering in front of her as if to conceal her presence.
And when the moment arrived, Dante acted swiftly, plunging his fingers into Alrad’s chest without a second thought.
Anastasia observed the shift in Dante’s expression, even though he knew the person standing before him wasn’t her. He looked devastated, as if mirroring how he might have felt if she really did die.
Emerging from the shadows, Magnus stated, "She believed you wouldn’t kill her, but you did anyway." Unwittingly, he had bought the entire act, not realising that he had been fooled. He continued, "Now, it’s time to throw her into the pil—" The next moment, Dante lunged forward, aiming a punch at Magnus, who promptly evaded by jumping out of the tower, and Dante pursued, plummeting after him.