Chapter: 418
In the end, Norah severed the fingers of all the men, wrapped them in cloth, and approached the two initially wounded men, ending their lives with a swift cut. Leaving no stone unturned was always the better approach when handling matters.
Norah was determined to eliminate Jack and Jimena, not just for her own sake but for Alice's as well.
Given that Alice would be residing in Otland for an extended period, Norah was committed to clearing any threats from Alice's path, one by one.
Blood pooled at the center of the abandoned building. Countless corpses littered the ground, emitting a strong scent of blood.
It was ten minutes after Norah's departure that the two men in black robes from the Sacredice arrived at the scene.
One of them waved away the foul odor. "This stench of blood is unbearable."
"Enough talk. Let's clean up this mess and continue tailing her. Her safety comes first."
"Understood."
Taking out his phone, he snapped a few photos before stashing it away. Suddenly, he felt the icy chill of a gun barrel against his temple.
"Who sent you here?" Norah's icy voice cut through the air, sending shivers down their spines. Their hearts sank. They had assumed Norah had left. To their astonishment, she reappeared, catching them off guard as she aimed a gun at them, unnoticed until she was upon them.
The sequence of events unfolded rapidly, leaving them bewildered and disoriented.
Despite their prowess within the Sacredice, they failed to detect Norah's stealthy approach.
The man dropped a lifeless body, raising his hands in surrender.
"We're from the Sacredice. Our mission is to ensure your safety." In a life-or-death moment, he divulged his personal information without hesitation.
Norah scrutinized the two men with curious eyes, her thoughts drifting to their origins. “From the Sacredice..." she mused to herself.
The Sacredice had been brought up during her conversation with Alice earlier this morning. Now, encountering the members of the Sacredice in the afternoon added a peculiar twist.
Norah's instincts hinted that she had been followed since leaving the hospital. As an assassin, her intuition served her well.
The two men were dressed in black robes, which stayed on Norah's trigger finger for the moment. The memory of the black-robed men tailing Phillip the day before lingered in her mind.
“Who sent you here?" Norah asked.
“Deacon Zyair issued an assignment, and we accepted it." As the barrel of the gun pointed at his head, the man didn't flinch, promptly answering the questions posed to him.
"Deacon Zyair? He sent members of the Sacredice to safeguard me?"
Norah mulled over their response, pondering when she had become associated with the Sacredice.
Lowering her gun, Norah inquired, “Are you here to clean up the scene?"
“Yes. Ma'am, you can trust us. We're professionals.”