sudden attack

Atan was near the river when suddenly there was an attack on him. A silver ray shone in the air and approached his neck.

Athan reacted quickly, not feeling much power from the dagger. But the speed was not something to be underestimated.

He ducked his head and narrowly avoided the dagger, a few strands of hair scattered around as a result. The dagger did not hesitate and attacked again.

If he had reacted even a second later, it was not known whether he would have survived or been killed at that moment.

He didn't even have time to breathe properly.

Along with the movement of the dagger, the wind blew and spread her hair.

The smooth and quick movements of her legs created a beautiful scene, as if she was performing a two-person dance show with the dagger wielder.

He swallowed, wanting to speak many times. But he did not have the ability and opportunity to speak. He didn't know what mistake he made again and it was painful for him.

He didn't even have the will to fight back, he just ran away from the attacks without thinking and instinctively.

As it turned out, the owner of the dagger did not want to give him a chance to rest.

Some time passed, a cold but at the same time beautiful and lovely singing voice was heard.

The song suited him beautifully, but he was by no means happy about it, why should he enjoy a forced dance?

A dance that could cost him his life every second, but this was the case that brought more pleasure to his partner.

The song soared in some notes, and listening to it, Atan's body became morose, even though he didn't want to admit it, it was the most beautiful and valuable song he heard after his mother's lullabies.

And it was unlikely that anyone except him had heard this voice with rhythm and song, because of the coldness of the voice, it seemed that he was forcing himself to sing it, or maybe he wanted to say that he had no intention but to kill her and enjoy himself in This does not work.

In any case, he blamed himself for the beautiful song, he was like a person praising his murderer.

But it wasn't that bad, if he was going to die in a dungeon or even by someone's hand, who would be more deserving than this person.

At least he was with one of his loved ones until the last seconds of his life.

His face was getting clearer and neater, the dagger cuts were the most exciting and different way for him to achieve this result.

This method could only come from this one person, even thinking about it gave him a headache.

Catherine calmly and delicately moved the dagger, danced with enthusiasm in her gray eyes and a smile that was barely formed on her face, and cut the last strand of Atan's hair to her taste.

She sang, danced, fought, and cut hair in one act and enjoyed the thrill of tormenting Atan.

It's been a long time since he was so fresh. Maybe in the past, he had such a day in his memory box.

But he avoided it as much as he could, in any case he wanted to make the most of the situation at this time.

Maybe being stuck in the dungeon was a blessing for him, a blessing that came with deadly risks, but if he had to again, he was willing to take these risks.

His side and left leg hurt, as if his body could not bear more pressure.

He felt sad for a moment, but quickly regained his smile. The silver beam shone for the last time and ended the song.

Catherine looked at Atan and said:

"You were lucky to get your hair cut instead of your head this time, but next time you won't be so lucky!" I hope you make good use of this opportunity. Don't waste time, I wasted a lot of energy on you. I hope you can make something edible!"

As he turned back, he whispered again:

"Truly you have a talent for dancing, I hope you will dance better the next time you accompany us and keep my honor as my student!"