Chapter 188
A pair of black eyes slowly changed color to red. And even the red started fading, revealing purple patches. The purple spread, and the whole irises were soon violet, gleaming with satisfaction.
This very pair of eyes was hidden under a veil of long silver hair, dancing in the wind as it liked.
The hair and eyes belonged to a petite figure skipping through an empty city toward a monster standing in the center. The young boy, fresh into puberty, was very out of place.
If someone else was there, they could feel the intense pressure all around the city and would think the boy wasn’t a human, since it didn’t seem to affect him.
The monster didn’t move an inch, its eyes locked on the boy. With each breath the monster took, the black gem on its forehead gleamed sharply for a split second.
It was clear. The monster was dangerous. But the boy remained calm and carefree, as if he knew the monster wouldn’t harm him—at least, not at the moment.
Disguised as Michael Grayson, Michelle skipped through the city lazily, thinking back to how she paralyzed Noctis. She had formed a needle out of her ice and stabbed it between two spinal discs in his neck, momentarily severing the connection of his spinal cord.
It was a simple method to explain, but execution was risky. If the needle moved just a millimeter off, Noctis would have ended up paralyzed for life—in the worst case, even dead.
But Michelle was trained in her past life to execute the move. The assassination organization had taught her many things she deemed pointless—until she suddenly needed them on her missions. Temporary paralyzation was one of those she used more often than the rest, but still not that much.
The skill was useful. By striking Noctis off guard, she was able to execute it perfectly, which allowed her to return to the monster.
Since the moment the fountain exploded, the part of her instincts that was telling her to run changed its stance. Now all her instincts were telling her to go to the monster.