The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

An angry cry of alarm rang out from around the corner where Maginus couldn't see her. The girl turned and ran. By the time the thugs saw yet another corpse, she had already turned the corner of the alley, leaving them only a glimpse of the corner of her black robe.

Two people died in quick succession, one of whom was separated from the other by only a wall when he died. Everyone who arrived at the scene became alert, and the thug surrounded by the crowd shouted loudly:

"Boss! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Meanwhile, Maginus, who had killed two people to attract attention, did not take the opportunity to enter the house where Mata was. He shook off the ashes that had turned from bloodstains on his longsword, glanced at the house one last time, and left decisively.

Some crude imitations of murder might be spotted by professionals, but the lower-level members would definitely be enraged. At this rather delicate moment, anything could ignite an invisible powder keg, causing gangs to engage in a complete bloodbath.

She's going to be the spark that ignites things, and maybe a few high-ranking members of the gangs she's targeting will discover that the people who killed their men weren't from rival gangs.

But even if they discovered it, it would be meaningless. The emotions of the low-level thugs had already been stirred up, and bloodshed was inevitable.

Gripping her bony wrist, Maginus went to the window of her room in the inn. Her light body leaped onto the wall and then onto the roof, flipping over into the open window and slowly releasing her life force to restore her body to its original form.

Tomorrow I'll go find the next gang to cause trouble...

She gently pressed her neck, making a sound, and then used a dagger to cut a gash on her forearm, suppressing the restlessness in her heart once again.

Papapa

Early in the morning, Oren was awakened by the sound of clashing weapons outside his door. The slovenly old man, still a bit grumpy from being woken up, came out of his room and saw his first adopted student, who had now become the second strongest in the Psychic Mutual Aid Association and was capable of living independently, and another student, "Walker," who had only been there for a little over a month.

Maginus is fighting the same burly man she encountered on her second visit to the Psionic Mutual Aid.

His name was Hans. Around the fifth day of his psionic training, Hans saw the girl wielding her sword and suggested they spar for a while. She immediately agreed. Over the past few days, she had frequently fought with Hans, and her swordsmanship skills had improved rapidly.

At that moment, Maginus's small body spun around the immovable Hans, and she slammed her forefoot into the ground, aiming for the man's kidneys. Hans's counterattack caused the wooden swords in their hands to clash, producing a loud sound.

The girl, having missed her first attack, used the momentum to retreat. Hans stepped forward, raised his wooden sword high above his head, and began to slash down repeatedly with tremendous force. The terrifying power forced her to defend herself.

When the panting Hans raised his sword again, Maginus, noticing the slight pause, loosened his grip on the wooden sword, adjusted his hold, and then seized it, striking Hans's thigh with the wooden sword during the interval.

After hitting each other once, the two stopped fighting, nodded to each other as a greeting, and placed the wooden swords on the weapon rack to the side.

"Teacher, I'm leaving first."

After greeting Oren and receiving a nod of acknowledgment, Hans left the mutual aid society's headquarters.

Maginus found a female student hiding in the shadows, spoke with her for a few words, then Hans looked at his student, turned his head and closed his eyes, while Maginus stepped out the door.

This was a method he asked his student to teach girls how to hide and track, so that if they were caught, they would have to explain how they found them.

Wow, that's progressing so fast...

Watching the petite woman leave the stronghold a minute later, Oren sighed inwardly. He had watched the girl, who had only been a novice for a month, grow so quickly from a state of weakness in swordsmanship, concealment, tracking, and even physical strength.

At first, when playing hide-and-seek, Maginus was always the one hiding and would be found within minutes. But in just one month, she had extended her hiding time to more than half an hour, and when it was her turn to chase, she was able to find the women within the allotted time on several occasions.

The same was true in her fight with Hans. At first, she couldn't even withstand a single move from Hans when he was holding back, but now she can fight him to a draw even when he is suppressing her strength.

……

Oren sat down and waited for a while. After the two returned, he asked Maginus, "Walker, how is the Nen Blade model coming along?"

"Only a sword hilt has been sculpted."

"That's fast enough. I think you'll be able to complete the Nen Blade within four months, which is a whole month earlier than me."

It's still not fast enough.

Oren's words of comfort had no effect; the girl still felt that her progress was too slow.

Chapter 67 Leaving on His Own

Unable to discern anything from the girl's expression, Oren abandoned his attempt to persuade her. He turned his gaze to the members who were spying on the girl and snapped, "Get back to training!"

"Walker, you don't need to worry about him."

"Ah."

Maginus knew what the boy was looking at. This was the result after the wanted poster arrived here. Even though the portrait on the wanted poster only looked 70-80% like her, she had undergone minor cosmetic surgery to make herself look only 20-30% like the person on the wanted poster, which still attracted a lot of attention.

Her red hair was quite conspicuous. Although she had figured out how to use the life force to turn her hair white during her time in Heman City, the Mutual Aid Society had already seen her face, so she couldn't use it in front of them.

It's best to save the white hair for when you're escaping.

Staring at Maginus, who was sitting down and undergoing self-hypnosis, Oren hesitated. He naturally had doubts about the girl's origins, so he was currently debating whether to finish teaching her what he needed to teach her and then ask her to leave.

He didn't actually have much knowledge of psychic abilities, after all, he was originally a warrior, and his progress on this path as a psychic blade user was much slower than that of a warrior.

There are only a few things he can teach her. With Walker's talent, he has probably already memorized all the key points. If she forgets anything, he can give her a copy of the training manual that his companion once gave him.

However, when Oren thought of his original intention in starting the psychic support group, his heart softened. He wanted to help those kind-hearted psychics who were displaced, to teach and protect them as much as possible, until they could use psychic powers skillfully.

He had used his awakened psionic spells to detect the alignment of this little one, and so far, her alignment had been leaning towards Lawful Good.

At the very least, we should wait until this little guy learns Nen Blade, and the members of the mutual aid society won't just say things like that...

After a complex emotional struggle, just as Oren made up her mind to let "Walker," who was possibly Princess Maginus of a fallen kingdom, stay, the girl, who had been hypnotizing herself three times, opened her eyes, stood up, and looked at Oren.

"Teacher Oren, you probably have nothing more to teach me, right?"

"I've covered all the key points," Oren seemed to sense something, and subconsciously got up from his slumber in the recliner.

As expected, Walker bowed to him in respect and then said, "Thank you for taking care of me this past month. I think it's time for me to go."

All eyes turned to her. Maginos remained calm. Of course, she couldn't hear Oren's inner thoughts; she simply realized that her situation was extremely dangerous.

The girl dared not completely trust anyone anymore. She wanted to escape as soon as possible to protect others and herself from being suddenly surrounded and attacked.

Some might see her departure as irrefutable proof that she is "Magnus," but the girl doesn't care. She has already prepared for the worst, and if necessary, she can live in the sewers for a few more months.

"...Have you made up your mind?" Oren opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

"Yes."

At least in Maginus's mind, her teacher Oren had done more than enough. From the beginning, it was just an unequal transaction that favored her. She obtained the training methods for Soul Blade users for 40 gold coins, which she felt was a huge profit.

"Alright, then I won't keep you any longer. This is a copy of the manual my Serphin friend gave me. If there's anything you don't understand, you can learn from it. However, it only covers a portion of the Soul Blade's skills. For the rest, you'll probably have to ask other Soul Blades."

Catching the manual Oren tossed to her, the girl said again, "I understand, thank you again."

As they left the mutual aid society, the group looked at Maginus with varying expressions. Oren unleashed a powerful aura and coldly snorted, "Alright, go cultivate on your own. Don't think you can profit from this. Even if Walker is that princess of a fallen kingdom, do you even have the right to do so?"

Qi Er?Shan Ling IV Jiu Qi?Sing H

"Damn it, how many attacks have there been this month? This is a complete provocation against our gang!"

In the brightly lit hall, Marta's gang held its fifth meeting in a month, a number of meetings that would be completely unimaginable under normal circumstances.

Hearing an angry shout, the black market manager who had protected Marta said:

"Calm down. I've seen the wounds. The people who died a few days ago weren't throat-slitting thugs, kidney harvesters, or members of other gangs. It's likely someone is trying to lure us into fighting those guys."

"What happened a few days ago is one thing, but weren't the people who died these past few days killed by them? Or perhaps, Grand, could you explain the situation to your men?"

“That’s right,” a gloomy fellow chimed in. “Now that they’ve already made their move, we should retaliate as well, otherwise we’ll be losing face.”

The lower-level gangs cannot show weakness. When other gangs provoke them, they either have to surrender or fight. At least one side has to bleed enough before the struggle can stop.

There is no such thing as enduring hardship and biding one's time, nor is there any such thing as making a comeback. Once one side is completely defeated by the other, there is no possibility of recovery.

The black market boss, Grand, didn't know what to say, but his expression showed his distress. The gang leader at the head of the table scanned the people who had arrived, his gaze settling on Marta:

"Marta, I heard you've been with Grand these past few days. Did something happen?"

What can I say? I can't exactly say that those guys in the gangs, or those who cause conflicts between different gangs, might be specifically targeting her blood relatives.

Marta's face was grim, and she forced a weak smile. Before she could speak, the door burst open, and a gang member shouted in a panic, "Bosses, our place has been wrecked again!!"

"Are we just going to keep putting up with this? This is the second one this month!"

Those who had previously expressed anger stood up, and even the gang leader was getting a little agitated. However, as the person in charge of the black market, Grand really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. Just as he was about to persuade everyone to calm down, his confidant suddenly barged in.

A sense of foreboding flashed through Gran's mind. After his confidant explained the situation, the string of reason snapped instantly. He was burning with rage and couldn't wait to engage in a major battle with the other gangs.

"Boss Grand, someone is causing trouble in our black market!"

Staring at the enraged crowd, Marta's eyes flashed with anger and helplessness, not at the gang, but at the conspiracy orchestrated by her own blood relative.

Chapter 68 The Fight Between the Snipe and the Clam

We really can't just let this go.

The gang leader kicked away the chair behind him, clearly also seething with anger. He barely managed to suppress his rage and said to his men, "Tell everyone to prepare for a fight to the death with those guys. Try to smash their shops too."

"I've been waiting for you to say that, boss. I'll go tell the brothers right now!"

The most enraged high-ranking member slammed his fist on the table. After the leader left, everyone departed in batches. Once only she and Grand were left in the assembly hall, Marta said somewhat gloomily:

"Grang, I think you should also go back and clean up the black market?"

“I’m sorry, darling,” Grand, whose face was equally grim upon learning that someone was causing trouble in his black market, cast a scrutinizing glance at Marta. “Why don’t you come with me? I’ll protect you, and I’ll also send people to protect your place.”

As a high-ranking member of the mafia, Grand was only with Marta because he was attracted to her looks and her wealth.

Previously, he was willing to protect her simply for physical pleasure, but now it's different. Once things get chaotic, the place Marta controls won't be as easy to manage remotely as before, where he could just stay in the house.

Grand doesn't mind taking advantage of someone's misfortune; now is the perfect opportunity to seize Marta's assets.

If this woman really hands over the reins to her, haha, then she'll be completely at her mercy.

Marta knew exactly what this guy was up to, and her face darkened further: "...No need, I'll handle it myself."

"Really? I hope to see you unharmed at the next gathering."

Even now, the black market boss doesn't know who's hunting Marta down, but since she doesn't need his help, he'll just wait for her to get hurt, and the situation will remain the same.

Watching Grand leave, Marta's eyes were filled with coldness. She gently touched the dagger at her waist, her fingers lightly tapping the scabbard, and swayed her hips as she walked out of the room, heading straight for her bar.

……

Surrounded by her subordinates, Marta entered her bar, nodded to some regular customers, and even made a charming expression.

Unidentified stains on the floor, hostesses and regulars huddled together, subtle movements in a corner untouched by the firelight...

Looking at these familiar scenes, Marta felt as if she were back home and relaxed slightly. Ever since she learned that her blood relative had come to the city, she had never left Grand’s house.

Back on her own turf, she felt much more relaxed.

"Other gangs might be targeting our territory soon, so you'd better be careful."

"I understand, Mata." "Don't worry, Mom~, ordinary guys are no match for us."

Beside her, the menacing-looking bodyguard nodded solemnly, while another dancer wore an indifferent expression. Marta glanced around warily, then prepared to return to her room.

As soon as they stepped onto the stairs, the bar's wooden door was suddenly kicked open, and everyone turned to look, only to discover that standing at the door were members of another gang!

"Ha, little Emily, I heard your old lady's been kept by that bastard Grand? If you ask me, she'd be better off bringing this wretched place of yours..."

The burly man at the head of the group shouted, but as soon as he did, he saw Marta on the stairs and his eyes lit up with excitement: "Hey, isn't that Marta?"

Realizing it was a gang fight, the bar's patrons chose to step back and create a safe distance for the members of both gangs. Those men and women who were standing close by lost interest in the face of danger, and the crowd practically huddled together.

In a dark corner outside the tavern, Maginus, dressed in black robes, watched Marta on the stairs through the door and the crowd, observing her every move.

The gang that came to cause trouble clearly didn't get along with Marta, and they were locked in a stalemate. The gang member blocking the door glanced at the people huddled behind him, frowned, and snorted coldly, "You, get out of here right now."

They rushed out of the bar as if granted a pardon, cleared out the unrelated personnel, and then the two sides launched a fierce attack!

"Kill them all!"

The tense atmosphere was completely ignited. The two gang members took out their weapons and started fighting each other. Blood was splattered on the ground, and fingers or other limbs were occasionally thrown to other places.

The scene became extremely bloody, but they didn't notice that much of the splattered blood and small severed limbs were slowly turning to ashes, and the unseen life force was draining away and gathering outside the door.

Bloodshed, anger, fear, slaughter...

The smell of rust in the air grew stronger, and Maginus unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, a murderous intent rising in her heart, as she continued to watch her blood relative who was beginning to walk upstairs.

Marta didn't immediately choose to fight her men and the enemy gang. Her intuition told her that her main enemy was probably still lurking in the shadows. After some hesitation, she decided to deal with the enemy gang with her men first.

However, just as she drew her dagger to join the battle, a dark figure suddenly jumped down from above the stairs, slashing a curved blade straight at Marta's neck.

clang!

Marta raised her dagger to block the curved blade, turned around and glared at the man who had attacked her, gritting her teeth as she said, "Throat-slitting knife!"

The assassin didn't speak. After missing his first attack, he landed on his feet and launched a fierce attack on Marta with two curved blades. Marta responded with ease, and even had more strength than the assassin, deflecting the curved blades with her dagger.

As the distance between them increased, Marta used a dagger to cut the rope on her skirt, causing the skirt that was hindering the fight to fall off, revealing shorts that were almost like underwear underneath.

Seeing the throat-slitting knife coming at her again, she pushed off with both legs and jumped onto the railing, leaping up to the second floor. Without any intention of engaging the assassin in close combat, she pounced out of the open window.

Majinus, who was observing the entrance in the alley, immediately shifted her gaze upon hearing the sound of footsteps, watching as Marta and the somewhat familiar assassin behind her chased each other into the distance.

The girl recognized him; he was a gang member known as "Throat Slitter," and she had imitated his methods of killing.