Chapter 4

I pulled the trigger.

SHOT.

I sighed.

Another assassin is dead.

Mother really hates me.

It's fucking 4 in the morning.

I raised my hand and burned the body to get rid of any evidence and cleaned the mess using magic and alchemy.

My sleep broke.

I sighed once more.

I got up and did my workout and meditation.

I did my skincare routine and got dressed in a simple black dress and low heels.

I let my hair down since it's heavy when it's tied in a bun.

I walked around.

I looked out the window.

The snow hadn't melted yet.

White with a silver lining in the clouds, snow still pouring lightly giving a gleam of glitter in the air. The plants in their frosted state were beautiful. The roses outside were frost white. In the velvet, red was of frost and ice.

The flowers that bloom to the cold were bright in colour and emotion.

Vast white snowfields, puffs of snow floating on pine tree branches and then melting, drip by drip, off the tips of pine needles. Snow changes to light, shadows, and contrast.

There is a saying that 'Winter is a season of recovery and preparation'.

I passed the day reading a book with the title, 'When Life is Meaningless'.

I skipped breakfast and had a cup of coffee.

I had lunch in my bedroom.

Time went by.

It was 4 in the evening.

'Time to leave' I thought.

I got up and put on my dress.

I changed my bandages.

Not many young noble women's dresses are full sleeved.

So I wore gloves.

I picked a simple black and maroon dress paired with some black shoes for the interview at the Imperial Palace then I picked the clothes I'm going to actually where in the journey.

Another dress in black wholly, paired with black boots for walking in the snow and a long, warm black coat with white fluff in the end.

'Good. Now I'm dressed.'

I shrunk my bag tiny and pocketed it.

'I love magic.'

I drew an Alchemy circle by biting my thumb, causing blood to flow.

It just made me appreciate how Alchemy is useful.

It activated and a portal opened up.

I jumped right in.