Chapter 588
Standing at the bow of a boat inching towards international waters, Elisea remained silent, her eyes fixed on the undting sea. The waves seemed
to y back the dreadful scene she had caused — the scene where she mercilessly killed Jonas.
The crimson tide of his blood had sprayed like a scene straight out of a horror movie, and she had been the cold-hearted specter behind the act. Her
heart was as hard as stone.
Never before had Elisea despised herself as much as she did in this moment. She even considered leaping into the depths. to drown the part of
herself that had stabbed Jonas. over and over, in a frenzied rage. But it was toote for regrets. Time wouldn''t reverse its relentless march, and the
unforgivable act was carved in stone.
Defeated, Elisea crouched down, her legs no longer able to support her. She covered her face with her hands, refusing to look at her own reflection in
the water, the image that made her stomach churn. Tears slipped through her fingers, each drop hitting the deck and spelling out her sorrow and
remorse.
Memories of Jonas haunted her — hisughter, his arrogance, his brazenness, and the way he always looked at her with indulgent eyes, cooking
meals for her and always chiding her for not eating enough. These memories cut through her like knives, each one stabbing into her heart. causing
her pain so intense it felt like eternal damnation.
Elisea clutched at her chest as if trying to hold together a gaping wound. The pain was so acute that breathing became a struggle. Landon was right;
she was no longer fit to be an assassin. After just a few short days with Jonas, she had lost her heart without realizing it.
She pounded her chest, feeling suffocated as if the air itself were being squeezed out of her lungs. Suddenly, her fingers brushed against the gold
key Max had given her, tucked safely in the pocket close to her heart. Pulling it out gently, Elisea studied the key and thought of the calm and
collected little boy, allowing a faint smile to cross her face despite the darkness within her.
Holding the golden key, Elisea felt a momentary sense of peace. In her darkest hour, the kindness of a little angel seemed like a stroke of luck.
The golden key twirled in the sea breeze. its reflected light catching Landon’s eye as he stood behind her. He approached with a look of mingled
surprise and curiosity. "What''s that you''re holding? You didn''t actually fall for Jonas, did you?"
Elisea quickly hid the key and turned away. not wanting to meet Landon’s gaze. After securing the key, Elisea sensed a change in Landor''s tone. It
was less biting and less caustic than before.
Spinning around to face him, she scrutinized him closely. “What''s with you? You sound different. What''s going on?"
Landon, caught off guard, immediately put on a cold facade. "You should worry about yourself! Remember, an assassin can’t afford to have feelings!”
Looking away towards the vast ocean, Elisea replied defiantly with a sprinkle of guilt, "You needn''t concern yourself with my affairs! As long as I
execute the boss'' orders, nothing else matters. Emotion or not, I killed him, didn''t 1?”
Landon stood quietly, his deep gaze fixed on Elisea''s forlorn silhouette. He had seen her cry, regret, and the guilt that racked her.
He spoke calmly, "Stop lying to yourself. You couldn''t bear to see him die, could you?"
Her defenses crumbled unde
Landon''s wotds. Tears she''d been
holding back’spilled freely. Flisea <
wiped away her tears in a futile x
attemptto hide her vulnerability.’
fromeandon, saying defiantly,."You
don''t understand! You''re caiter than
lam. How could you understand
feelings, or love?"
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"Ha. You don''t understand. I don''t
understand. We both don''t. But he
did!" Elisea-Gentinued, her voice loud,
as I speaking to Landon and herself
all at onicé. "He was different. He>
was like warmth and light, exposing
all the darkness within. His héart
was like the ocean, vast and
forgiving. If he hadn''t let fhe kill him,
how could I have seeded?!"
Overwhelmed, she could speak no more. She turned away. her back to Landon, not wanting him to see her break down — though she already had
She had made up her mind. Once she had taken care of her mother, she would descend to Jonas, to seek his forgiveness, to be with him even if it
meant being in hell itself.
Watching Elisea from behind, Landon clenched his fists, struggling to contain himself from reaching out and wrapping her in his arms.
The wind howled as if mourning for Elisea. Her figure, frail but stubborn, stood at the bow, silent. She felt like a shell of herself, already damned
alongside Jonas.
‘I''m sorry, Jonas... I will return the life I took...”
After a day''s jaurney, the boat finally
reached the port in Country C. Elisea
didn''t space-Landon a nce as she
leaped fam the boat and headed
toward,the headquarters of the NK
organization. Landon followed
sely, his eyes scanning the
sGtroundings, ever vignt:
Elisea led the way, bringing them to the doorstep of the NK organization, the ce that had shaped them into what they were — and what they were
trying to escape.
Elisea’s heart tightened as she stood before the brooding ck gates of thepound. The sense of foreboding was as palpable as the chill of an
unexpected cold snap.
Fishing out her ID, she cleared the scrutinizing gaze of the sentry and, alongside Landon, made her way to the grand hall. Her anxiety was as thick as
the fag rolling over San Francisco Bay.
Inside the grand hall, Jarvis lounged in an extravagant armchair, his icy stare locking onto Elisea and Landon as they entered.
With a voice tinged with urgency, Elisea began. “Boss, the job’s done. Jonas is out of the picture, please...