Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 73, Section 30: The most entertaining thing in the world is women arguing.
(Note: This chapter has had its interactions between Loris and Nytil reduced, and has been revised seven times.)
The bickering between the two did not last long.

Galina finally snorted coldly, tossed out a "boring" and left with her boyfriend. On the lawn in the gentle evening breeze, she felt resentful, while her boyfriend felt helpless and frustrated.

Nitil was pleased to see this; she had won the contest. However, given Galina's personality, she wouldn't easily swallow this insult.

But it doesn't matter, I'll just argue with her every time she comes.

Nitil hummed softly and continued selecting food with her silver tongs.

The girl with pigtails walked lightly through the crowd. Compared to those elites who constantly talked about politics and economics, she was like a simple deer with colorful antlers, her ankles stepping across a clear stream.

The people here appear relaxed and cheerful on the surface, but their eye contact often carries a sense of scrutiny and calculation.

Politicians, senior members of parliament, renowned surgeons, editors of major newspapers, presidents of medical associations... as well as nobles and social celebrities, these were the identities of the guests at this dinner party.

They took the opportunity of this congratulatory conversation to talk about topics they wouldn't normally discuss in public.

"Humphrey is an old-fashioned, respectable man, but unfortunately his era is over—now people want bread and jobs, not the concern in the newspapers and the unattainable safeguards, and he knows it's time for him to step down."

"Crossson, your newspaper's editorials have been quite sharp lately, almost cheering for the hawks' hardline approach. Could it be that the riots in South Rosenborg, Country B, are really related to our country?"

"The shadow of the last war hasn't completely faded yet. Now there's an economic crisis, new political ideologies, and a delicate domestic political situation. If you ask me, we should..."

Compared to their lofty and expansive topics, simply eating is already quite content.

Nitil had already selected the food on her plate; she didn't take too much to make sure there was no waste.

Just as I was carefully savoring it.

Then someone else walked up to her.

Nitil's brother, dressed smartly, rubbed his temples and said, "I haven't seen you for a few weeks... have you gained weight? I came over and saw you eating."

Nitil was speechless: "Dude, can't we talk about something else?"

“Okay, don’t be angry. I came here to get a tray, and also to tell you,” Nitil’s brother coughed twice, “I saw your friend.”

“Galina is not my friend.” Nitil almost rolled her eyes.

“No, I meant the little girl from the Dorandau family,” Nitil’s brother said, pointing in a direction next to the fountain. “She’s sitting there all by herself, looking a little bored.”

Nidyl's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? You're not kidding me."

Nitil's brother didn't say anything more, just nodded to say it wasn't a lie, and then straightened his back and left.

But after thinking about it, he still had to say before he left, "Don't get too fat, my girl."

"Stop talking nonsense." Nitil had already trotted over and left the plate on the table.

Soon, under the moonlight.

Nitil noticed that Loris looked a little forlorn.

No, to be precise, it wasn't loneliness, but rather a sense of unease about being discovered and a feeling of impatience. Her eyes darted around from time to time, as if searching for someone.

Unfortunately, it was Nytil who discovered it first.

"Uh..." she seemed to make a bad sound.

Loris's face stiffened.

“Rose!” Nitil’s eyes lit up.

"What are you doing here? I thought your family wasn't interested in this kind of thing!" She leaned closer happily.

"Don't come near me... Damn it! What are you doing! I'm just on a mission!" Loris pushed her away, and the guy immediately gave her a big hug.

"Haha, sorry." Nitil let go of my hand and sat up. "On a mission? From the intelligence department?"

“…” Loris was silent for a moment: “Yes.”

"You suspect that someone here is a spy?"

“…I can’t tell you the specifics, just don’t ask any more questions.” Loris took a deep breath, stood up, and said, “If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.”

"Why? We rarely meet, and it's at a banquet. Even if it's a mission, it won't be a problem for me to come with you, right? Besides, it will reduce the suspicion people have about you, since sitting here alone is quite conspicuous."

Nytil persisted. Loris seemed to want to shake off Nytil, perhaps harboring some secret.

Her face flushed slightly, and she turned around to glare at him:
"No, it just won't work."

"Then five minutes?"

Why are you still trying to bargain with me?

"Then let me give you a hug and I'll go!"

"Damn it, why are you touching me again?!"

Loris blushed but had no choice. If this would make Nytil give up following her, she could only try to coax her.

Nitil noticed that Loris was hiding something. If it were just a mission, why would she be dressed so beautifully? Even if there were requirements for formal attire, it was rare to see her put effort into her appearance.

The two's pleasant conversation attracted the attention of some people, such as Galina, who was looking for Nytil. She had already unfolded her lace fan again, accompanied by several ladies, who were her friends from the social tea party, and was preparing to go to Nytil for advice again.

Seeing the two of them together by the fountain was a pleasant surprise, as they were both there to tease each other.

Galina had previously lamented not seeing Loris, and now this is exactly what she wanted.

Just as I was about to walk over—

At that moment, the waiter didn't see the blonde lady striding confidently. The lady in the fluffy dress walked so quickly that she bumped into the waiter's water tray.

Instantly, water splashed out, and the plate in the waiter's hand flew into the air!

"Wow!"

Undoubtedly, this moment elicited gasps of surprise!
The tea party ladies nearby quickly covered their mouths, about to witness an embarrassing scene—Galina's dress would be soaked, which would be incredibly shameful in such a public setting.

Fortunately, a nimble young man happened to pass by.

He Ye reached out and caught the overturned plate, while at the same time wrapping his right arm around the waist of the blonde, wavy-haired lady and gracefully pulling her to the other side, successfully avoiding the disaster.

However, it is inevitable.
The wine spilled on He Ye's clothes because he had pulled the lady over to take her place in what should have been an embarrassing situation. Fortunately, his black suit didn't reveal anything, and he didn't mind.

When Galina opened her eyes again, she saw a dashing young man wearing glasses.

He Ye: "Are you alright, Miss?"

A feeling of butterflies in her stomach welled up inside her.

For a moment, Galina forgot what she was supposed to do. She stiffly released her embrace, looked at the wet part of his shoulder, and stammered, "You, you..."

"It's alright, just wipe it with a handkerchief," He Ye said dismissively, looking around for his superior. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

The banquet venue here is huge, and it's outdoors on a lawn under the cover of night; he really couldn't find Lolis anytime soon. Of course, it might also be related to the ladies here, all of them wearing revealing gowns, which dazzled him.

I have to say, coming here was the right decision.

Putting the little incident behind her, He Ye continued her search for her superior. Meanwhile, the encounter planted a seed of love in Jia Lina's heart; the man was so handsome and considerate, rescuing her from her predicament, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Her friends had already gathered around her, offering their warm and caring words.

"Are you okay?"

"It's truly terrifying."

The waiter apologized repeatedly, but Galina was in a good mood and forgave him after regaining her composure.

Get your spirits up again.

Galina looked at the two people by the fountain and on the bench, and felt even more proud—any handsome man passing by would lend her a helping hand, while the two of them, or she, were destined to never become the beautiful Rainbow Wing among the Hundred Forest Birds.

Unable to forget the humiliation of middle school, they will surely repay it tenfold in adulthood.

Galina opened her folding fan and continued walking forward with haughty confidence, planning to find that man at the banquet and make friends with him after the mockery was over.

After all... now that she recalls that heroic rescue scene, his handsome appearance, gentle eyes, and knowledgeable demeanor all made Galina a little infatuated.

"Algernon, it's over."

A blond man eating lobster in a corner of the banquet suddenly sneezed. He Ye, who was passing by, saw this and asked him if he had seen a light blond girl who was about shoulder height, beautiful and aloof.

The blond man's mind conjured up images of Galina, but after He Ye added the description that her chest was rather flat—his image vanished completely.

"I've never seen it before." "Okay... thank you." He Ye stopped as she was about to leave, "How did this lobster taste?"

"Not bad, would you like some?"

"Uh……"

"The plate is on the left."

"Thank you, thank you." He Ye, who hadn't had dinner yet, decided to eat as she looked around, because the buffet here looked really good.

……

—At the mansion, beside the fountain bench—

at dinner.

One was being held, the other looked helpless.

“I’ve said enough,” Loris said.

"I'm feeling your heartbeat."

"You're just taking advantage of me, aren't you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nitil felt she needed to retort, so she raised her head and looked at Loris seriously.

Just as Loris thought the torture was over and was about to escape, Nitil suddenly gave her another hug.

Then—the friendship was revealed.

“Look, this is what it means to take advantage of someone,” Nitil said, hugging her.

Loris sensed the difference between the two—good, she was really going to get angry!
"you!…"

Loris's cheeks flushed, and she shoved Nytil away in annoyance. Nytil was quite pleased with this, finally satisfied to see Loris get angry.

Just when they were about to part ways,
But trouble is brewing.

"Hey, isn't this Loris, the 'witch' from our Bridge Saint Di Middle School?"

A affected, cloyingly sweet voice rang out, laced with undisguised malice.

Galina held a folding fan in front of her chin, looking down at the two people below the bench.

She was accompanied by three other young ladies, who exchanged glances and realized what was going on. They had also attended St. John's College, a prestigious private school, though they had been in different grades at the time.

Some people have even heard of Loris's name.

The dinner continued—but compared to the elites discussing politics and economics, the topics of conversation among the ladies seemed rather delicate.

The lawn was wide open, and the night was deep.

In the gentle breeze where even a sound couldn't travel far, Loris recognized the person who had come to provoke her.

She was furious at the moment.

She wouldn't have given this persistent ghost a friendly look in the past—though she still doesn't now, she's grown up and things are different now.

Her father was the Minister of Finance, who was in charge of the country's finances. The feud between the two began in the third week of class meeting in middle school when Loris exposed the bad things this guy had done and was targeted for it—she was bullying a student from a commoner family who was on a government scholarship (at that time, the school recruited commoners), making him run errands and perform as a pony. Loris couldn't stand it, so she made the boy stand up and then beat her up in front of everyone.

Afterwards, her mother came to the school to apologize, which was one of the few times Loris caused her worry. After that, she wouldn't lay a hand on her again, only mocking her; if anything happened, it would be Nitilna, since her brother would take the blame anyway.

In short, there is resentment and a long-standing history between them.

"I'm leaving." Loris simply said this to Nytil and prepared to leave, treating her as if she didn't exist.

Seeing this, Galina sneered:

"I heard you turned down old Palmerston's son's proposal? That's something else. I remember you were always... different back in school."

Galina drawled out the word "unique," and her three female companions beside her joined in with soft laughter.

This is what small groups are.

Lorice still didn't want to pay attention—it was months ago when she graduated from police academy, and the old supervisor had come to her, asking her to meet with her father to discuss the future. She had made it very clear then.

But after much deliberation, she still couldn't swallow her anger, so Loris turned around and coldly retorted:
"A pathetic life revolving around men and marriage, devoid of self—yes, that's how you'll spend the rest of your life."

Her proud voice was as proud as her heart.

Seeing this, Nitil stood up and clapped her hands in delight.

Loris's aggression remained as strong as ever; she enjoyed watching Loris hurl insults.

Galina's face stiffened for a moment, then she smiled and said:

"Did I hit a nerve and upset you? My dear, you have to understand that for women like us, the way to survive is to find a good husband."

"Especially...your current situation."

Galina's pause was pointed; she knew Lorice's situation well. Her only support, her mother, had been dead for two years, and she was just a delicate beauty who excelled in opera.

To be noticed, and then forgotten.

Don't you feel sorry for your mother for saying such things?

After all, her current status is inseparable from her mother's background as a cabaret dancer.

Loris took a deep breath: "You're still as boring as ever."

“I’ll return your words.” Galina smiled demurely. “But I’ve changed a lot, it’s just that you’re unwilling to see it: my beauty, my figure, and my future, and you! —Loris.”

Changing the subject, Galina closed her folding fan:
"I heard you work in the intelligence unit of the police station? I guess you deal with the lower-ups all day long, running around sweating and smelly. You don't cultivate flower arranging or tea ceremony, nor do you keep up with fashion trends. You're dealing with the lower class all day long... What kind of gentlemen can you possibly meet?"

"What man would like a woman like you? You're neither voluptuous nor have a virtuous personality, and you don't understand ladylike behavior. You deal with villains, the lower classes, and war all day long, buried in documents and torture. Your fingers probably have bloodstains that can't be washed off, right?"

"How pathetic."

"You have to admit, you're just an unwanted girl."

Galina's arrogant demeanor was infuriating, and the snickers of the ladies beside her were even more irritating.

But they only mocked him verbally, not physically. If he had retaliated first, if he had struck first—

Loris clenched her fists silently, suppressing her frustration.

But someone actually fought back first!

"Apologize to Loris!"

Suddenly, Nitil reached out and angrily slapped Galina across the face! A crisp sound followed by a red handprint appeared on her delicate face!
Nitil pointed at Galina and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Apologize to her!"

Galina was incredulous and a little flustered: "You dare hit me? You dare hit me!"

The ladies nearby were even more terrified.

Suddenly, what had gone unnoticed as a bickering turned into a dispute, drawing attention from onlookers.

The first to approach was the waiter, who was responsible for everything here. Next was Nitil's brother, who sensed something was amiss; his right eyelid was twitching wildly, as if it were a bad omen.

Of course, even He Ye, who was slurping spaghetti on a plate, was searching for his superior, but the place was so dazzling that he was like a butterfly flying into a flower garden and could hardly spot Loris's presence.

It wasn't until the argument broke out that he noticed his superior officer standing there.

yeah?
It sounds like women are arguing?
He Ye walked over quickly and saw what seemed to be a calmed-down argument. After all, this was a public place, and everyone here was a respectable person who cared about their image; they couldn't possibly be actually yelling and tearing each other's hair.

but……

"I'm so sorry, I apologize on behalf of my sister. Her pet Peppa Pig, which she had raised for several years, died this morning, so it's understandable that she couldn't control her emotions when she came to the party."

Nitil's brother quickly apologized and tried to appease her, but Galina, standing opposite her, sneered. More people had appeared around her—her father, her boyfriend, and various other people with intricate connections to her family.

At least twenty people at the dinner on the lawn noticed the commotion.

Nydiel and Lorice stood behind the apologizing man, seemingly both connected to and unrelated to the matter.
But what about the current situation?

It seems that Loris really wants to get away?

……

(End of this chapter)