The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1718: Entering the Wolf’s Den (1)

Princess Davina skimmed through stacks of papers and scrolls.

She governed a big part of the Duchy of Castillon, so there are a lot of things on her plate.

It has been a few good, productive hours—ever since her arrival, authorizing key time-sensitive matters that have been arranged by the count and countess. Not once in the past few hours had she spoken about anything but work.

As a matter of fact, she barely raised her gaze from the scrolls.

Across from her, the Count and Countess exchanged a look.

Both had the same question in mind and were confused as to why Princess Davina wasn’t worried.

Countess Dara nudged Count Dara’s arm, signaling for him to be the one to ask.

“Princess…” He muttered with a polite, nervous smile.”

“Hmm?” Princess Davina answered, but she still didn’t raise her gaze from the scrolls.

“I was wondering why you hadn’t introduced your fiancé. Wouldn’t it be better for us to know him?”

“That’s right, princess. If we know him personally, we might be able to help.”

“Because of personal reasons, my fiancé chose not to show his face. If you’re worried about my fiancé originating from the Mortal Realm, then don’t worry about that. I don’t think anyone is stupid enough to try,” Princess Davina rolled the scroll further, still working as if the conversation didn’t bother her at all. “Besides, he can handle himself quite well.”

Count and Countess Dara didn’t persist with the topic.

Both could feel that she doesn’t want to talk about it, at least not while she’s working.

“But I can’t blame those my age for acting stupid. So, I hope you can be understanding of my fiancé.”

Princess Davina raised her gaze and looked at them.

“Do you understand?” She asked.

Count Dara smiled and nodded, “I understand, princess. As the host, I will be accommodating.”

“Good.” Her eyes trailed down again, returning to work.

…

Above, the miniature sun has dimmed and turned into a moon.

It illuminated the entire bubble, mimicking the drowsing night air to the people.

Lady Ravyn stepped out of a regular-looking wooden carriage and stared up at the sky, feeling excitement from what was going down tonight. She then stepped into a humble house with the auras of a few people inside, already waiting.

A group of people had already gathered in the living room.

All of them were the noblewomen who gathered on the pavilion earlier today.

Excluding Lady Ravyn, who was wearing a proper white dress that accentuated her noble background, the others were wearing an all-black outfit that made them easy to recognize as assassins. A mask and a hood also covered them to hide their identities.

Leading the group was Lady Isabella.

She had her hood and mask off, and there was a smile on her face when Lady Ravyn arrived.

“I thought—you’re not brave enough to come, Lady Ravyn,” Isabella teased, finding that Lady Ravyn was at least ten minutes late. “I almost changed clothes thinking that you weren’t going to come, but it is good that you came.”

“Stop with the small talk, tell me the plan.” Lady Ravyn said sternly.

She wasn’t here to play around, but to do what was best for Princess Davina.

“My people have located where the fiancé was staying until the princess finished her matters, and there are only a few guards stationed there. Not even Edras stayed behind to accompany him. So, our plan will be simple,” Isabella smiled confidently. “You will visit the fiancé, and we will infiltrate the residence. Your task will be to assess the fiancé and find out if he’s not so simple.”

“And what about you guys?”

“We’re going to check if there is anybody inside the residence or if there are any traps set.”

“How do you get past the guards? All of them are under my family, so you can’t kill them.”

“Don’t worry, money will solve anything. Besides, nobody is going to side with the usurper.”

Considering the fiancé’s reputation, Lady Ravyn found this plan plausible.

Infiltrating the residence wasn’t the hard part with their status and his; that was easy. The real challenge lay in determining whether Rex’s strength matched expectations, whether he carried protective artifacts, or if he was wounded as expected.

And the responsibility of figuring that out rested on Lady Ravyn’s shoulders.

Not something hard to do with her experience in the battlefield, and also being in charge of many.

“In case we failed?” Lady Ravyn asked.

No matter how confident they were, a failsafe should always be in place to avoid the worst scenario.

Being exposed as the assassins who wanted to kill the fiancé would put their well-being in jeopardy.

Something that none of them wanted.

“I have another group outside that wears the same attire as us.” Isabella looked out the window, where a group of people could be seen sitting around. “All of their lives are mine to dispose of, so you don’t have to worry about anything. If anything goes wrong, run to where they are—and teleport away. We’ll use them as scapegoats.”

Lady Ravyn nodded her head in contemplation.

It would be relatively safe as long as they were able to escape.

“Don’t attack until I give the signal,” Lady Ravyn said, sweeping her gaze across the group. “Give me time to find out what that man used to force Princess Davina to accept him. I am afraid that his method of blackmailing Princess Davina is troublesome. So, give me time to figure it out.”

“No need to worry about that,” Isabella smirked. “All of us wanted to have a go at him, too, so it’s not going to be a quick kill.”

“In that case, let’s go.” Lady Ravyn turned around and headed for the door again.

Now that she learned of the plan, it’s time to move.

She’s raring to go, anyway.

Moments later.

Lady Ravyn emerged from around the corner of a big residence.

It was late in the night, and the street had been completely empty for about two hours already.

She approached the entrance, where two guards in intricate armor could be seen, both being Master Immortal Spirit experts. In this bubble, someone like them was quite unbeatable as they were only one rank lower than Lady Ravyn.

Noticing her approaching, the two guards straightened their backs.

“Lady Ravyn, I have under strict instructions not to let anyone inside. I can’t let you pass.”

“Don’t make it hard for us, La—”

Swish!

Expertly, Lady Ravyn swung her hand and threw magical dust onto their faces.

Both soldiers flinched in shock, caught off guard by her sudden move. Before they could even reach for their weapons, their eyelids grew unbearably heavy. The sleeping powder she used was potent enough to fell even someone at the Eternal Spirit rank.

Even Lady Ravyn was covering her face until the magical dust settled.

“Unlike the soldiers around, the ones guarding the entrance are hard to bribe. I’m sorry.” She muttered.

Despite sleeping, both of them remained standing.

Another effect of the sleeping powder is to freeze their bodies.

Lady Ravyn stepped into the residence entrance and felt an odd breeze that brushed against her skin.

It wasn’t a natural wind, but she thought nothing of it.

She scanned the entrance with calculating eyes, trying to sense where the fiancé was.

“In the backyard…” She mumbled and ascended the staircase.

The residence was built with a unique symmetry—its main corridor stretched straight through the center like a spine, flanked on both sides by towering walls that would lead to the main rooms. Lady Ravyn exposed her aura to notify the fiancé.

No reaction.

Lady Ravyn shrugged her shoulders and walked along the corridor.

It took nearly half a minute to cross to the other side at her unhurried pace; she was heading toward the backyard while rehearsing in her mind how she would address her fiancé. Yet—the farther she walked, the narrower the corridor seemed to grow, as though the walls were quietly closing in around her.

’I’m only meeting a nobody, so why am I feeling nervous?’ She thought inside.

Annoyed that the pressure was weighing her down, she stepped faster.

As expected, the corridor led all the way to the rear of the residence, where it opened into what seemed to be a tranquil garden. Under the moonlight, the garden glowed with a calming radiance, making the scenery beautiful for a night walk.

Lady Ravyn scanned the place again and knew where she needed to go.

At the end of the stone path stood a staircase that led to a small pavilion where the fiancé was.

From where she was, she couldn’t see the pavilion properly, so she had to ascend the staircase.

’No sign of anyone in the residence other than him,’ Lady Ravyn thought, looking left and right to check whether there was any trap. ’Odd… If he’s a coward or wounded, he should at least have someone with him to protect him. Is he stupid? At least, he should’ve told Brother Edras to stay behind.’

Regardless, this is good for her, so she’s not going to complain.

Upon ascending the staircase, Lady Ravyn finally caught a glimpse of the so-called fiancé.

In her mind, she had imagined the fiancé as a brutish-looking man whose cowardice and incompetence would be written all over his face. But the man who came into view shattered that image entirely—he was nothing like what she had expected.

Lady Ravyn stepped onto the top, and suddenly, the air changed.

’What’s this…?’ She thought in shock.

For some odd reason, the moment Lady Ravyn reached the top of the stairs, her body betrayed her.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs; each beat echoed in her ears. Her muscles locked tightly, her throat went dry, which made it hard for her to swallow, and her pupils widened instinctively as she fixated on the man sitting in the pavilion.

A thin layer of sweat gathered along her temples.

Something was wrong, terribly wrong. She could feel it instantly the moment she locked gazes.

Lady Ravyn swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, to recall the plan she had made on the way here.

She was supposed to be the one in control—probing, testing, intimidating the supposed fiancé to see what kind of man he truly was and gaining the answers she wanted. But the moment their eyes met, her body refused to obey.

Her feet rooted to the floor.

Just as she blinked, a reddish hue began to seep into the air between them.

Faint at first, then deepening like fresh blood spreading through water.

It didn’t come from Lady Ravyn or the flowers around, but from him, from the supposed fiancé.

Her battle-honed instincts screamed in alarm.

Even though her mind refused to believe it, she knew this sensation all too well—an aura sharpened by countless killings; dense enough to carry weight in the air. Killing intent. And his was so thick that it distorted the very space around him, turning it heavy and suffocating, almost tangible to the naked eye.

Lady Ravyn clenched her fists hard.

Every instinct inside her… Every hard-earned reflex from years on the battlefield shouted one thing.

Run.

’No… This can’t be right,’ Lady Ravyn denied, bracing herself to follow through. ’He’s only a Master Immortal Spirit, wounded, and also a coward. I’m sure these feelings are illusions made by my concern. He’s nothing. And for Princess Davina, I’m going to get rid of him.’

Despite the thoughts in her mind, her body wasn’t listening.

She felt small before him, cornered like prey before a predator whose fangs she could already clearly feel pressing against her throat. Instead of entering the sheep’s den to slaughter it, Lady Ravyn felt like she was entering a wolf’s den where she didn’t belong, and she was its meal.

“Lady Ravyn…” Rex’s voice sliced through the silence—smooth yet carrying an undertone of curiosity. He gestured toward the seat across from him, face stone-cold. “Please, have a seat. Tell me—what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, especially when your residence is quite far from here?”