On the other side of Ikrit, heavy dark clouds were about to cover the skyline of the royal capital.

In the street-side cafes, people gathered by the windows, holding steaming cups of coffee, their eyes blurred as they watched the rain outside. The sound of the rain, accompanied by the soft jazz music inside the cafe, made the interior feel especially warm and cozy despite the rainy scenery.

The sudden downpour continuously washed and scoured the streets. Raindrops pattered on the lamps, and the trees were laden with water. People on the streets hurried to find shelter in nearby shops or sought refuge from the rain under umbrellas.

Two streets away from Ikrit Academy, the wind chimes under the eaves of the Cat Boss Restaurant were soaked by the rain, swaying in the wind, making a low sound different from usual.

The restaurant door was occasionally pushed open and closed, and everything seemed calm. Only a few customers sat in the corner, leisurely enjoying their breakfast.

The clerk stood at the counter, wiping the glassware, her head bowed in concentration. The old chandelier cast a warm yellow light, adding a touch of warmth to the small space.

"Why isn't Cat Boss coming back…"

The clerk looked up at the clock in the store and murmured.

Although their restaurant didn't specialize in breakfast, there were more customers than usual because of the weather.

If Cat Boss didn't return soon, she might not be able to handle both taking orders and serving food alone, and she would have to ask Miss Tata to come downstairs and help.

But Miss Tata seemed to be sleeping in today; it was already ten o'clock and she hadn't come downstairs yet.

The clerk looked out the window and could quickly understand.

Raindrops hit the eaves, drip-drip-dripping, like a rhythmic background music. The rainwater gathered from the roof and formed a small waterfall, dripping along the eaves.

In this kind of weather, everyone just wanted to stay at home and laze around all day.

If possible, the clerk didn't want to bother Tata, and only hoped that the cat, soaked by the rain and turned into a black lump of coal, could come back quickly.

"Number 17 is ready."

The voice from the kitchen brought the clerk back to her senses, and she quickly walked towards the window of the kitchen.

She gently picked up a white porcelain plate, on which was placed a delicate dish: golden fried chicken cutlet with a colorful fruit salad, garnished with a few drops of light yellow lemon juice. Each sauce served on the side allowed customers to choose their own flavor for the dish.

The clerk's steps were light and efficient.

She walked to a table on the side of the restaurant near the aisle, where a young man was quietly sipping his coffee, quietly admiring the scenery outside the window, as if waiting for something.

Although he looked handsome, his unassuming temperament made him inconspicuous.

When the clerk approached, the young man finally looked up and showed an expectant smile.

"Your chicken cutlet salad, sir."

The clerk said gently, placing the plate gently on the table.

"Thank you."

The young man nodded to the clerk, expressing his gratitude, and then turned his gaze to the exquisite food.

The clerk returned to the counter again. She could tell that this customer was not a regular at the restaurant, but his shoulders and the corners of his clothes were stained with rain, like many customers in the store, temporary passers-by who chose to order food and rest here because of the weather.

The restaurant became quiet again, with only the sound of rain and soft music outside the window, the atmosphere as peaceful as ever.

The young man slowly opened the cloth cutlery bag on the table, and took out a delicate silver fork and knife.

Although he looked no different from the students of Ikrit Academy who often came to the store, the way he enjoyed his breakfast revealed an unusual meticulousness and taste, as delicate as performing surgery.

He spread the napkin on his lap, and then used the knife and fork to cut the chicken cutlet in front of him, taking only a small piece each time, and after putting it in his mouth, he would savor it carefully until it was chewed.

Then he gently cut a slice of fresh croissant, spread a layer of light yellow cream on it, and carefully put it into his mouth.

When he drank coffee, it was the same.

He didn't gulp it down, but tasted its aroma first, and then took a small sip.

Every movement of his was unhurried, precise, and naturally completely immersed in the process, enjoying this meal that was both breakfast and lunch.

About ten minutes passed, and only one-third of the food in front of him had been reduced, but it didn't make anyone feel out of place.

He was indeed waiting for a lady.

However, that was the target he was about to kill.

He was very sure that Miss Hyberian, the Duchess, was upstairs in this shop.

It seemed that she had gained a lot after the second Shadow World, and finally moved out of the school.

This was also normal. Some students of Ikrit Academy didn't often live in the school dormitory, and mostly lived in their own residences.

Originally, the only thing he wondered was why the Duchess would choose this place.

However, when he personally tasted the cuisine of this Cat Boss Restaurant, he understood that there was indeed a reason why the Duchess would choose this place.

"Sir, are you satisfied with our store?"

The clerk delivered food to another customer, passed by the young man again, noticed the faint smile of satisfaction on his face, and asked.

Because his seat was close to the aisle, as long as he walked to the entrance of the store—for example, to the counter—he would pass by him.

"Very satisfied, I will come again if I have the opportunity in the future."

The young man nodded with a kind expression.

Although he said so.

Unfortunately.

There probably wouldn't be this opportunity in the future.

This store should be the last day of business today.

His identity was Phoenix, a second-year student at the Yaloran Royal Academy, who lived with his sister Philis.

But he was actually an elite believer lurking in the real world, loyal to the Destruction Bishop, who would never be dispatched under normal circumstances.

Usually, he would be in a state of deep self-hypnosis, and would not even remember that he was a Resurrectionist.

Only when he received an order or encountered an opportunity to carry out an order would he awaken himself.

He was the most suitable and only person to kill Miss Hyberian, or even if he couldn't kill her, to put her in a deadly situation and disrupt the relationship between the two countries.

Hyberian was in the open, and he was in the dark. Phoenix was very sure that he, at the fifth level, could use a sneak attack at close range to force out Hyberian's life-saving card.

And this time, he not only brought a barrier to block the terrain and equipment to see through invisibility, but also carried two spells bestowed by the Destruction Bishop.

[Grand Puppet Theater]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Divine]

[Level: 4]

[Effect: Only usable on first-level targets, it can control the actions of all targets within a 100-meter range. The more targets controlled, the longer the time, and the more complex the behavior, the greater the mental load and mana consumption on oneself. Cooldown time is 24 hours.]

[Note: Peaceful death, without dramatic tension.]

In the restaurant environment, using this spell, which was useless in general combat, could easily put Hyberian in the position of being blamed for the massacre of civilians.

Moreover, Hyberian, who would never indiscriminately kill civilians, would become constrained in her actions when faced with the sudden and mad attacks and interference of civilians.

This was a small game that the Destruction Bishop was keen on in normal times. Every time the Destruction Bishop could clearly win against his opponent, he liked to fight with the civilians and then appreciate the expressions of collapse and impotent rage when those noble righteous people accidentally killed one civilian after another.

As for the second spell—

[Spark of Destruction]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Divine]

[Level: 5]

[Passive effect: When the carrier dies, it triggers an extremely violent fire-attribute explosion of destruction.]

[Note: A series of killings, led by me.]

It would ensure that Hyberian could be killed today without fail.

Similarly, it was also the Destruction Bishop's death sentence for him.

Today, this restaurant, and the innocent customers inside, would have to be buried with Miss Duchess, without any surprises.

It couldn't be considered innocent, right?

Phoenix smiled, his calm eyes carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Just like natural disasters were blind, these civilians were just chosen by the god of death, nothing more.

If you had to blame someone, you could only blame the Duchess for choosing this place.

Because for a jinx, living was her fault.

If she had died earlier, she would not have killed these people who had nothing to do with her.

(End of this chapter)