Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

You can't choose such extremely difficult terrain for field operations.

Just kidding, he's a gentleman and wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress.

Domi straightened his posture and checked the wound again.

Despite the healing power of light magic, the deep wound showed no signs of healing.

If it were normal physical damage, the granulation tissue would have regrown long ago with this kind of treatment. Clearly, the Dragon King's claw attack had magical damage.

The main reason why the wound cannot heal is probably because it contains the Dragon King's magical power, which is preventing Domi's light magic from penetrating deep into his flesh.

"Tsk...this is going to be difficult..."

Just as he was hesitating, a chilly wind blew from the depths of the only passage, abruptly waking Forty-Seven from his reverie.

She opened her eyes; her pupils were flat and long, with a queenly disdainful expression, giving her an otherworldly air.

As an assassin, he is also cold-blooded, but that doesn't mean he's heartless.

After all, Beiluo Shimen was not a fellow disciple or relative of Abbess Miejue.

Seeing her clothes scattered all around and her true face exposed by her young master, a slight blush appeared on her cool face, but she still calmly accepted reality.

She quietly accepted Domi's treatment.

However, as mentioned earlier, the treatment did not go smoothly, and coincidentally, Forty-Seven had already woken up, so Domi decided to let her make her own decision.

"Forty-seven..."

"I regret that I cannot heal your wound with light magic, because the Dragon King's magic remains inside, constantly hindering me."

"But I do have a way to remove the residual magic inside, though it will be very painful and may completely burn away the magic patterns in that area, causing magic to malfunction in your back in the future... Whether to remove it or not is your choice."

"I probably have no choice..." This was the first time Forty-Seven had spoken in so many days.

Her voice is like a younger version of Catherine, with a mature, sophisticated quality.

"As an assassin, magic is merely a supplementary tool. Between magic and survival, I know which is more important."

"Young Master, please don't pity me, do it."

At this point, Forty-Seven's tone remained calm.

If this were applied to Edward, the difference between the two would be like the reaction of an adult and a child getting a shot: one would be expressionless, while the other would scream.

"Wow...wow!" Domi couldn't help but admire the strength of this girl her age: "Well, here I come, have something in your mouth."

Forty-seven did as instructed, rolling his shirt into a Swiss roll shape, stuffing it into his mouth, and closing his eyes tightly.

Domi also pulled out a thin 'anti-magic puppet string', which could be used to precisely remove residual magic.

However, if he wants to operate Forty-Seven without damaging its own functions at all, he needs to concentrate on it.

Navigating the complex interior of the human body is no less challenging than performing surgery.

He took a deep breath, then very carefully manipulated the thread to penetrate the wound...

呲——

The sound of the soul-devouring energy consuming other magic was like a red-hot iron branding flesh; the intense pain made her groan involuntarily, her upper and lower teeth clenching tightly into her clothes, emitting muffled screams...

However, in order for Domi's 'surgery' to proceed smoothly, Forty-Seven forced himself to calm his trembling body, but that would only make the pain even more unbearable.

Such similar experiences made Forty-Seven vaguely recall her own childhood, as if she were looking back on it all...

I remember it was a sweltering summer day. The distant scenery was distorted, and the water in the village well had long since dried up and was filled with the corpses of the villagers.

At that time, a brutal soldier grabbed her by the hair, pressed her onto a blood-stained chopping board, and branded her left ankle with a red-hot iron, branding her with the mark of a subjugated slave.

She was in excruciating pain, tears and saliva streaming down her face; she looked utterly pathetic.

His hometown was destroyed, all his relatives died, and he was reduced to the lowest of slaves and sold as a commodity.

I thought this was the worst of human suffering, but little did I know that the real pain was yet to come...

After becoming a slave to a conquered nation, she was sold to a farm owner as a child laborer.

The 597 work schedule involves working in the fields during the day and raising pigs at night, with no days off throughout the year, and naturally, no salary.

In the farmer's words, you should be grateful if they give you a way to survive.

So she spent her days surrounded by mud and pests, ate pig feed, and lived in the old doghouse where the farmer's son used to keep dogs.

The dog died then, so the vacant house was perfect for the petite Forty-Seven.

Whenever the farmer's family passed by, they would tease her like a dog, stepping on her belly and rolling her over and over... His children were even more outrageous.

She probably stopped speaking from that time on.

His hands and feet were covered in calluses, his lips were dry, and his eyes were numb and lifeless.

Therefore, she still wears a pair of black gloves to cover her hands, which are not at all like a girl's.

Perhaps in their own hearts, gender has long lost its boundaries, and no matter which side they are on, it cannot change their life as slaves.

She was only rescued from hell when Altaïr, who was away on a business trip, picked her up.

However, by then I was completely indifferent to things like gender.

Altaïr also went along with the idea of ​​raising her as a boy.

Upon arriving in the territory of Bloomfield, she saw a colossal castle she would never forget, a well-ordered and bustling town, the 'giant tree' mage tower that was a wonder of the world, the remains of an ancient dragon that had fallen from the sky, and even a small, exquisite dormitory in the headquarters of Fomalhaut beneath the castle atop the mountain.

She doesn't deny that she is an extremely realistic person, and the improvement in her quality of life has indeed helped her become more withdrawn, but her eyes still lack light.

She couldn't understand it. Her family was dead, her hometown was gone, so what if she escaped hell?

The glamorous world ultimately belongs to others, so what is the point of her living...?

Is there any point in just drifting along aimlessly?

This thought lingered in my mind until—

I saw the boy who had suddenly appeared.

After each grueling training session, he acted as if nothing had happened, stripping naked and standing on a tavern table chatting, bragging, drinking fake alcohol, and acting crazy with the other members.

That boy probably never noticed himself, always hiding in the dark corner, because those standing in the light cannot see the maggots crawling in the darkness.

But he still noticed it.

On one occasion, he pulled himself out of that dark corner and let the light shine on him:

"Why are you so gloomy all the time? Think of something happy!"

(So ​​he had noticed it all along...)

"Here, would you like a bite of the matcha mini cake I brought from upstairs?"

(Was this brought especially for me...?)

Domi was stuffed directly into her mouth. She took a bite, and the sweetness felt like a reward for all the suffering she had endured over the years. After all the bitterness, there was finally sweetness, and tears streamed down her face.

Back then, everyone kept comforting her, saying that Domi was bullying her again, and he even apologized...

Looking back now, Domi was the one who instilled all the good things in her, like sunshine, happiness, and positivity.

It shattered that solid shell, letting the only ray of light shine into her closed world.

Forty-seven is very grateful to Domi, because he showed her that there is still so much beauty and hope in life, which gave her the motivation to continue living and to dedicate everything to Bloomfield in order to create a better life.

This belief is a result of both the brainwashing by Fomalhaut and her own awareness; it is a choice she made herself.

She made up her mind to hone her skills.

He gave away his meager talents and never went to the tavern again.

After all, she had already found redemption through Domi, and she didn't yet have the ability to repay Domi, so this was the best choice.

And so, four years later, she graduated from the training camp.

Seeing her extraordinary talent, Altaïr gave her a code name after she lost her name—Forty-Seven.

"It means you are the forty-seventh child I adopted."

"What about the others?"

"Most of them are dead, and only a few are alive, but they have all become strong individuals capable of standing on their own."

"I hope you are also forty-seven. This time, as the younger generation of the main family undergoes training, follow the Third Young Master closely, protect him, and learn as much as you can from him. It will definitely benefit you greatly."

Upon arriving in the outside world, they saw Domi, who had grown up, still sporting the same high ponytail she had worn for eleven years.

Only then did Forty-Seven realize that the boy who had saved her back then and the boy she was now protecting were the same person!

At that moment, she made up her mind that no matter what happened, as long as she was alive, no one could hurt Domi.

So when the Dragon King's claws came at her, she didn't hesitate at all.

Let consciousness return to reality.

Just as her soul returned to her homeland, she heard Domi's cheers in her ear:

"The surgery was a great success! The wound is healed!"

Forty-Seven closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips: "Thank you, Young Master."

(He saved me again.)

"What are you saying? I'm the one who was saved by you, I should be thanking you..."

"Hey!"

After saying that, Forty-Seven completely lost consciousness and collapsed. If Domi hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been in a lot of pain from hitting the hard, cold rock.

He carried Forty-Seven to the edge of the stone wall, then collected her clothes, washed them with water magic, and dried them with fire and wind magic before dressing her in them to prevent her from catching a cold or fever...

After doing all this, he waited for the slime gel to cool and he could put his trench coat back on.

After ingesting the ecstasy and energizing potion, he drew his dagger, Night Slash, a small flame hovering beside him, illuminating his path.

And so he went alone to that one and only passage.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he discovered that the cave was actually inhabited by a nest of ice goblins. They had already built a rather large tribe inside, and the passageway was also man-made.

The Ice Goblin leader quickly spotted Domi, the intruder, and shouted:

"Bru biu bru biu! Wai bi b bu sa sa gei!" (Get up, everyone! There's an intruder! Kill him!)