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The Assassin's Seven Principles of Manipulation

Chapter 155 - 153 — Resolve · Nov 06, 2026

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151 Chapter 151 - 149 — Heirs 2026-11-06
152 Chapter 152 - 150 — Finally 2026-11-06
153 Chapter 153 - 151 — Lady Borric 2026-11-06
154 Chapter 154 - 152 — Promise 2026-11-06
155 Chapter 155 - 153 — Resolve 2026-11-06
156 Chapter 156 - 154 — Carried Away 2026-11-06
157 Chapter 157 - 155 — Fucking Brat… 2026-11-06
158 Chapter 158 - 156 — Unexpected 2026-11-06
159 Chapter 159 - 157 — Unfair 2026-11-06
160 Chapter 160 - 158 — Next 2026-11-06
161 Chapter 161 - 159 — Pull 2026-11-06
162 Chapter 162 - 160 — Love 2026-11-06
163 Chapter 163 - 161 — Tension 2026-11-06
164 Chapter 164 - 162 — Force 2026-11-06
165 Chapter 165 - 163 — Snap 2026-11-06
166 Chapter 166 - 163 — Atmos Break 2026-11-06
167 Chapter 167 - 164 — Insignia 2026-11-06
168 Chapter 168 - 165 — Visit 2026-11-06
169 Chapter 169 - 166 — Talk 2026-11-06
170 Chapter 170 - 167 — Letter 2026-11-06
171 Chapter 171 - 168 — Forn 2026-11-06
172 Chapter 172 - 169 — Wheel 2026-11-06
173 Chapter 173 - 170 — Corner 2026-11-06
174 Chapter 174 - 171 — Belong 2026-11-06
175 Chapter 175 - 172 — Who? 2026-11-06
176 Chapter 176 - 173 — Message 2026-11-06
177 Chapter 177 - 174 — Letters 2026-11-06
178 Chapter 178 - 175 — Suit 2026-11-06
179 Chapter 179 - 176 — Banquet 2026-11-06
180 Chapter 180 - 177 — Now 2026-11-06
181 Chapter 181 - 178 — Regret 2026-11-06
182 Chapter 182 - 179 — Criminal 2026-11-06
183 Chapter 183 - 180 — Let Go 2026-11-06
184 Chapter 184 - 181 — Crowd 2026-11-06
185 Chapter 185 - 181 — Iron Tribunal 2026-11-06
186 Chapter 186 - 182 — Betty 2026-11-06
187 Chapter 187 - 183 — Why 2026-11-06
188 Chapter 188 - 184 — Support 2026-11-06
189 Chapter 189 - 185 — Church 2026-11-06
190 Chapter 190 - 186 — Rile Up 2026-11-06
191 Chapter 191 - 187 — Invoke 2026-11-06
192 Chapter 192 - 188 — Trial Of Iron 2026-11-06
193 Chapter 193 - 189 — See 2026-11-06
194 Chapter 194 - 190 — Conflicts 2026-11-06
195 Chapter 195 - 191 — Visit 2026-11-06
196 Chapter 196 - 192 — Ah… 2026-11-06
197 Chapter 197 - 193 — Boom 2026-11-06
198 Chapter 198 - 194 — Return 2026-11-06
199 Chapter 199 - 195 — Active 2026-11-06
200 Chapter 200 - 196 — Trauma 2026-11-06

Chapter 155: Chapter 153 — Resolve

A faint smile appeared on Zephyrion’s face.

Fiona rose to her feet and stepped into the arena. Across from her, Lucien’s chubby figure stared at her with disdain.

”Tch. Another random nobody,” he scoffed. ”Can we hurry this up already? I still have a Proving to win.”

Fiona swallowed. Her arms trembled faintly, but she clenched them tighter as she remembered her promise.

’Do your best.’

She had promised him.

At this moment, that mattered more than any fear a city lord descendant could instill in her.

Fiona exhaled slowly.

A sharp metallic hum echoed out. A silver orb gathered within her palm, morphing into a gleaming sword.

When she raised her gaze toward Lucien once more, her eyes burned with resolve.

Zephyrion gave an inward nod.

’Good.’

Resolve was the core emotion of the metal element. Fiona’s resolve had always been calm and steady, like the surface of a still lake.

While that wasn’t inherently bad, it also prevented the metal element from reaching the overwhelming intensity her comprehension should have allowed.

But now, that had changed.

He had given her something to cling to. A promise.

At this moment, her determination to keep that promise filled her entirely.

Zephyrion watched closely.

A moment later, a formless wave burst from Fiona. Metal aura surged around her like a violent storm. Even at a glance, Zephyrion could tell the intensity had reached a level she had never attained before.

Lucien noticed the shift as well, but merely scoffed.

”At least you’re trying to look threatening.”

Silence descended briefly.

Then the overseer’s voice rang out.

”Begin.”

Fiona flowed to the left.

Something sharp whizzed past her, slamming into the coliseum wall behind. Blood trickled down her cheek from a shallow cut, yet her eyes had never looked fiercer.

Lucien narrowed his eyes.

”You dodged that?”

Shock flickered across his face. Every battle throughout the Proving had ended instantly from that single attack. This was the first time anyone had avoided it.

”Hm.” He tilted his head slightly, dangerous light flickering within his eyes. ”Alright then. Let’s see you dodge this too.”

Multiple metal orbs materialized behind Lucien before rapidly thinning into razor-sharp blades.

Lucien flicked his arm. The blades vanished.

Fiona instantly flowed to the right as one tore past her. She bent backward as another ripped above her head before spinning and rolling across the arena floor to narrowly evade the final strike.

As she rose back to her feet, thin cuts slowly surfaced across her cheek and nose, blood trailing down her skin.

Fiona tightened her grip on her sword, gaze unwavering.

Lucien’s expression darkened slightly.

”You dodged that too? Hm... impressive.”

He gave a slow nod, though the coldness in his eyes remained unchanged.

”It’s time to stop playing around.”

Lucien raised both arms.

Multiple metallic hums rang out simultaneously like the tolling of bells. An entire army of metal orbs formed behind him before rapidly thinning into blades.

Lucien lowered his arms.

The blades vanished.

Fiona narrowed her eyes as metal aura surged around her continuously.

She slipped left. Blades tore past her. Then right. Then left again.

She weaved through the onslaught like flowing water.

Zephyrion gave another inward nod.

An Ascendant with exceptional comprehension and intensified emotions was capable of truly terrifying things. Stronger control. Superior metal. Even sturdier constructs than those formed by higher ranks.

With her emotions heightened, Fiona’s extraordinary comprehension was finally being given the chance to shine.

Unfortunately, stronger metal did not equate to greater physical ability. Ascending ranks remained the only true method of strengthening the body.

Fiona’s Slip Step was already faster than someone of her rank should have been capable of achieving. Yet it still wasn’t enough to completely keep up with Lucien, a Mark Five.

As she continued evading, more cuts opened across her body. Some pierced through her arms and legs, blood splattering across the arena floor.

Yet Fiona never slowed.

Zephyrion could clearly see the determination burning within her eyes.

She refused to stop.

Lucien finally gritted his teeth in frustration.

”You stupid little rat.”

He glanced toward the viewing platform above. His mother’s earlier smile had already faded into a faint frown.

A direct descendant struggling against someone who wasn’t even considered a peer.

The longer this battle dragged on, the more damage it brought to the Donvaire name.

’I can’t disappoint mother.’

Lucien’s gaze gradually turned cold.

”Alright then,” he said, abruptly stopping his barrage. ”You wanted to play stubborn? Fine.”

”Splitting Knives.”

The skies above the arena were instantly engulfed by countless thin blades.

Millions watching widened their eyes in shock. There was no possible way to evade that many attacks.

Blood spilled continuously from Fiona’s wounds. Agonizing pain coursed through her body, yet even then, she tightened her grip on her sword, expression unwavering.

A faint flicker crossed Lucien’s eyes as he spoke.

”Fall.”

His arm dropped.

The blades vanished.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the arena as an enormous cloud of dust erupted, swallowing everything within a thick haze.

Silence descended.

Within the haze, Lucien shook his head.

”Tch. Finally, it’s over.”

He turned... then froze.

A figure burst from the haze.

Lucien’s eyes widened alongside the millions watching.

Blades riddled Fiona’s body. Arms. Legs. Thighs. Back. Shoulders. Only her head and torso had been spared. Blood poured endlessly from the wounds, staining the arena floor crimson.

Yet Fiona’s eyes... remained filled with resolve.

Her sword flashed forward.

Lucien’s pupils constricted.

The wounds... she had intentionally avoided every lethal strike while enduring the rest instead. Agonizing pain should have consumed her entirely, yet not a trace of it appeared on her face.

Lucien gritted his teeth.

”Don’t get cocky.”

Closing the distance had rendered his ranged attacks ineffective. The Donvaires specialized in long-range combat, but that did not mean they were helpless in close quarters.

A thin blade formed within Lucien’s hand.

He tilted his head slightly as Fiona’s sword tore past him before thrusting his own blade toward her chest.

”It’s over.”

Fiona shifted slightly. The blade pierced through her shoulder.

Lucien’s eyes widened.

The strike had nearly torn through muscle and bone, coming close to severing her arm entirely... yet she still didn’t stop.

’She’s going to attack.’

Lucien’s focus sharpened on her blade, anticipating every possible strike. A slash toward his neck? A downward cut? He prepared himself for every possibility...

Then a sharp hum rippled outward.

Metal aura rapidly converged before Fiona, forming an oval-shaped metallic dome.

”Pulse Break.”

Lucien’s eyes widened violently as Fiona suddenly stomped forward and slammed directly into him.

”What th—”

His chubby frame lifted completely off the ground. Together, they shot out of the arena before crashing heavily onto the coliseum floor.

Silence descended.

Several seconds passed before the overseer finally stepped forward. Yet even he failed to fully hide the shock within his eyes.

”Fiona Calderalth versus Lucien Donvaire... Draw. Both candidates are disqualified.”

The silence shattered instantly. A deafening roar erupted throughout the entire coliseum.

Zephyrion could clearly see the excitement filling countless faces. Lucien Donvaire was a primary descendant of a city lord. One of the favored candidates to win the entire Proving.

Yet he had just drawn against an unknown Calderalth candidate.

Zephyrion glanced toward the city lords’ platform. A dark expression had settled across City Lord Marisse’s face.

Such a development had never been anticipated.

Zephyrion turned away before meeting Fiona’s gaze.

She was barely standing amidst the roaring crowd, blood pooling beneath her feet. Yet even now, there was still an expectant look lingering within her eyes.

A faint smile appeared on Zephyrion’s face as he slowly mouthed;

”You did well.”

Relief instantly spread across Fiona’s expression.

As though those words had been the final thing holding her together, her body finally gave out. She collapsed unconscious onto the arena floor.

Zephyrion exhaled softly, the smile fading from his face.

The battle itself had been interesting... but his attention had been elsewhere entirely.

’I got it.’

The Donvaire rune art. The source runes were now completely engraved within his mind.

With that, two of his objectives had already been fulfilled.

Zephyrion emerged from his thoughts as the next match was suddenly announced.

”Zephyrion Calderalth. Kaelith Korrath.”

Zephyrion’s eyes glinted faintly. A chance to witness an Heir directly.

This was good.

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