Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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As she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, she stopped moving. It was here, the murderous aura that Choi Han had, yet less. It was the aura of one who had murdered many. Her eyes scanned the room rapidly, how did they get in? She picked up on the gust of wind flowing her way, and the curtains billowing with the breeze. They left the window open. Her smile widened. So they're stupid. That makes this easy.

She stepped inside. Her head cocked to the side. It was easy to sense auras when someone left them for all to see, expecting their target would be someone weak. A weak person could not sense aura, they could only see them if a Swordmaster used theirs. Except, as she searched for the exact location of the aura, she found that the assassin was hiding behind the library. She frowned. Stepping closer. How?

She was in front of the library now, her footsteps quiet. She scanned the shelves, looking for a sign. There was supposed to be nothing but a wall behind the shelves, but it appeared not to be. She could sense mana fluctuations, it wasn't that large, but she was sensitive. So this person is also a mage. Maybe a beast person. An assassin who can sense mana how interesting.

Her eyes remained on a book that was slightly out of place. The book was sticking out, almost as if someone had taken it out, and then put it back in a hurry. She felt herself smiling, Countess Violan herself had checked the room, in no way would the prim and proper Countess Violan not notice the book sticking out, and not put it back straight aligned with the other books.

She wondered for a moment, what exactly the assassin was meaning to do. Wait until she fell asleep to slice her neck? It did not matter what they were going to do, for in a few moments they will be dead. She pulled out the book, and found she couldn't take it out completely, it only resisted her hand and stayed in place as the mana started to fluctuate more irregularly, and the library moved to the side, revealing the assassin.

He was startled but had gotten up in time, enough time to raise his dagger high in the air. Adara wasted no time. She closed the small distance between them quickly. Her hands were on the assassin's biceps and her knee was jabbed into his stomach. He fell to the floor, his knees buckling, only getting held by her strong hold on his arms.

Realising his feet wouldn't be exactly working, nor his lungs since she had knocked the wind out of him, he tried stabbing her arm but found that she had already moved her hand to his wrist, simply taking the dagger out of his hand and throwing it on the floor while maintaining a strong grip on him. Maybe he's the offspring of a magic-resistant person and a mage, she mused. He can sense it, obviously, but he hasn't tried anything, yet.

The assassin couldn't quite believe he had been defeated by trash. Trash, who he had paid good money to have some information about, was reported to be weak, always drinking, with no bite but all bark. This bitch was none of those things, he noted. Her eyes were clear, cold and calculating, he wasn't sure how exactly she found his hiding spot but it took him a while to find it, so she must be at least at his level. He could feel his frustration growing as he tried to properly breathe. "They told me you were weak," he seethed, inspecting her scarred face.

"That's what he tells all of them," she responded coldly, her eyes colder. He cursed himself in his head. He knew it was too suspicious that her head had been priced highly in the underground for ages and yet she was still alive. It seemed like nothing, a Count's daughter, not even the current Countess's since the bitches mother died when she was born.

He was sure she was going to kill him, yet she made no move to grab a weapon, or the dagger residing on the floor. She was thinking hard, and yet her eyes were clear. He realised with a chill, that she had already determined that he would die, the only question was how.