Transmigrating into an endless Death Cycle

9. First Encounter, First Obstacle (3)

As expected, the killing intent dimmed in intensity. Assuming by his behavior, he would kill me tonight regardless of witnesses. Then I had to find out whether he was just hired or wanted to kill me because of personal reasons and the only person who enchanted someone enough to kill me was the heroine of this Game.

"B-But my lady, it is late at night..."

"Let's go."

My heartbeat was rising all the way to the dormitory while cold sweat ran down my spine. I wasn't sure whether I was too sensitive because of my activated skills, exhausted because of my body's situation or just imagining things. Regardless of the reason it became harder and harder to breathe.

Ines indicated me to wait for her, however, I felt the need to act. That damn assassin was definitely playing with me.

'Just why can't I locate him? Shouldn't I at least feel from which direction he was staring?'

In my nervousness, I started talking to the system.

Your body is very unwell right now and he is a professional assassin. Without training it would be near impossible to pinpoint him.

'Really? Is there a special reason?' We arrived at the room and Ines began to knock. It felt like a predator was eyeing my neck besides there being only Ines and me.

As far as I am briefed by the Game System, assassins come normally from an Assassin Guild which in turn teaches their top killers dark magic involving shadow magic. You on the other hand do not even know how to use the magic skills this body has already learned so... He stopped talking.

'I understand.'

Just then, the door opened and a student I didn't recognize opened the door. "Tell Ellen Graystone to come out. It is important", I ordered her and saw her fleeing rather quickly.

A short time later a disheveled Ellen stood in the doorway.

Up till now, I could clearly feel that bastard's presence but it became fainter and fainter the moment Ellen appeared. What was he doing? By now it was clear that he had no intention to leave, so why retreat?

Was it because Ellen was talented in light magic? Or did he just not want his love to see this side of him?

"It would be a lie to say I am delighted to see you this late at night, Miss Sophien."

Indeed, she had a little temper. In Mare she might be a Princess but here in Laurit she was just a commoner. You could take any useless noble and he would punish her for her rude remark. The equality rule in the academy at this point in time was just an useless accessory.

"Ellen, as polite as ever." I smirked. "In your arsenal of admirers and... male friends, are there any skilled in concealment and assassination?"

"Wha-What are you saying?" She paled at a speed visible to the naked eye and I felt the chill return right down my spine. If he liked her, he wouldn't kill me in front of her eyes, right?

"I am saying to call back that dog sniffing around me all night long."

...

I looked into the large gray eyes of Ellen. Slowly I lowered my eyesight. A sharp knife was embedded into my back and I had to vomit some blood.

"Poison?", I mumbled whilst Ines and Ellen began screaming.

I slowly slid down the door frame. Great! The knife was poisoned. Just a scratch would be enough to kill me.

At any rate, I could feel no hesitation at all. This damn assassin had no connection to Ellen whatsoever.

*****

"Argh!", I groaned and slowly slid down to the ground.

"M-miss Sophien! Are you alright?". Again I saw Carnelian making a fuss and wanting us to go to the infirmary.

"It's fine, really. I just need a little break. I am still a little ill. You should know about the improvement of my body right? I am just not accustomed to my new stats so let me rest a little."

"Ah! But still...", he began fidgeting with his hands again.

"Alright, alright. Help me to the next bench."

At this Carnelian gave me a sunny smile. "Yes! Leave it to me!"

It took me a while to gather my senses. Like the system said, this weakened state was damn dangerous. This time my stats and skills dropped. And there was still no solution in sight.

"Are you alright?", Carnelian brought me a glass of water.

"It's fine."

I guess it was time to talk to the Prince.