In the Name of Empress-Chapter 358 - 244: The Female Agent’s New Identity (Part 2)

Chapter 358: Chapter 244: The Female Agent’s New Identity (Part 2)

Adam was no novice, of course, he could feel that Lilith was inexperienced, but last night he was completely overwhelmed by his desires and couldn’t stop, only realizing the gravity of the situation come daylight.

What to do?

If she was a prostitute, it would be easy to deal with, but Lilith was a girl from a respectable family. He couldn’t just walk away.

Adam never wanted to owe anyone anything emotionally; it was always a fair exchange.

But this time, he couldn’t afford it.

Looking at the bloodstains on the sheets, Adam panicked.

If Lilith wanted him to take responsibility, he truly didn’t know how to handle it.

No matter how expensive a prostitute might be, a maiden’s purity is priceless.

Marry her?

His special status made marrying a foreign girl fine, but marrying a spy was definitely out of the question. Even if Governor Roland didn’t interfere, it would force him to leave the Knight Order.

His career would be ruined.

He and Lilith had no emotional foundation, just a night of passion, and by right, he shouldn’t be overthinking it. Yet he couldn’t help but picture Lilith in a wedding dress.

Damn it!

Under the morning light, watching Lilith’s pure face without makeup, Adam was surprised to find she wore makeup daily to conceal her true appearance.

Thinking of the passion from being strangers to perfect synergy last night, his mind was in turmoil.

Just as Adam was hesitating on how to end things, Lilith bit her lip and softly yet firmly said:

"Escort me to Xidai, and we’re even."

With that, they teamed up and headed north.

Adam knew full well that things couldn’t possibly settle down so easily.

To save money, they rented a carriage, shared a hotel room, and grew more familiar with each other.

Upon entering West City, the affection that had developed over time led them to mutually ignore the agreement to part ways there and continue traveling together.

Lilith tried every means to finally get news of her superior.

Dead.

With the assassination of Intelligence Director Allen, an enraged President Marco purged the intelligence system, and unfortunately, her superior was on the purged list.

After waiting in line for three days, they finally reached the guillotine’s turn, and the journey began.

To be fair, Lilith didn’t even know her superior’s name; they were merely work-related, which didn’t make it particularly distressing.

Amidst her confusion, she suddenly noticed a more serious problem.

What about her future?

With her superior’s death, she couldn’t prove her identity, becoming an unstable factor, and if discovered, she would certainly be eliminated.

Technically, she wasn’t an employee of the Intelligence Bureau, just a subordinate developed by her superior.

With her superior’s death, the contract ended, temporarily restoring her freedom.

Freedom? Freedom!

Lilith was utterly confused.

She never attended school; all her knowledge came from the spy camp, where she stood out by luck in a camp with high elimination and death rates, only to be stationed in a small town as a sleeper agent.

She thought her life would be planned out this way forever, but freedom came so suddenly.

Freedom isn’t a necessity, it’s the most extravagant luxury.

When freedom knocked on the door, poor Lilith was somewhat at a loss.

She didn’t know when she would be exposed or caught and executed.

The suffocating pressure was more terrifying than death.

She returned to the hotel disheartened, opened the door, and saw Adam leisurely enjoying the street view from the balcony.

Although she didn’t know Adam’s true identity, she knew the minstrel facade was a sham; his aura of a peer was too obvious.

Previously, she would have watched Adam closely, even considered turning him over to the Intelligence Bureau for some merit.

But now, circumstances had changed.

She herself was already a suspicious figure, so why take the risk?

Sensing Lilith’s return, Adam didn’t turn around, just sighed softly and said:

"The sunlight in West City is still so beautiful, but it’s a pity that this city has lost its vigor."

Lilith’s fingers trembled slightly, her head lowered suddenly, and her right hand reached for her belt.

Her hidden dagger was there.

Adam’s words, though seemingly random, implicitly suggested he was here to stir up trouble to Lilith.

The instant her right hand subconsciously touched the dagger, Lilith froze; she couldn’t find a reason to draw it.

"You didn’t draw your knife last time, is there a need now?"

Adam slowly turned, his gentle gaze resting on Lilith, his voice especially tender.

The words lightly exploded in Lilith’s heart, making her weak in the hands and feet.

Any words she wanted to defend herself with were stuck on her lips.

Did he see through everything from the start?

Lilith laughed self-deprecatingly, recalling Adam’s rough action on the first night, when he flung her belt and trousers far away.

He indeed knew everything.

If death is certain, the exact day doesn’t seem that significant.

It’s just as well; at least Adam wouldn’t torture her.

Lilith spoke hauntingly with hollow eyes, "You’re right, that night I did plan to kill you. You’re an unidentified intelligence officer spreading rumors; of course, I wanted to take action."

"So why did you change your mind?" Adam asked calmly.

"I’ve already lost my organization."

Perhaps due to seeing no hope in life, Lilith spoke almost self-destructively about the assassination of the Intelligence Director and her superior’s purge.

She knew very well that without a sneak attack, she would not be a match for Adam.

She was not known for her combat ability anyway.

Even if it was just to silence her, she would have to die soon.

Since death was imminent, what else did she care about? Her life was so pathetic, being trained as a spy and then placed in a small town as a sleeper.

She had no friends, no family, and didn’t dare to dream of love and marriage.

She wasn’t a person, but a tool.

The organization saw her as expendable, just like an observation post stationed in a small town.

Over these years, only in the past few nights did she feel somewhat human.

Though he coveted only her young and beautiful body, Adam was really gentle, even knowing she was a spy and had murderous intent.

Even if it’s just lust, this gentleness was enough to reminisce during a Nether River journey.

After finishing her story, Lilith raised her head, showcasing her graceful curves.

"I’m done. You can proceed."

"Proceed? Please, it’s daytime now." Adam chuckled teasingly.

Lilith opened her eyes, puzzled, and looked at Adam, "I had murderous thoughts against you."

"I know, so you owe me a life."

"Mm, I’m ready to repay it, please be gentle." Lilith suddenly felt tired; the world held nothing worth her nostalgia.

"Since you owe me a life, pay me back with a life."

Though knowing that this was the conclusion, Adam’s words still left Lilith somewhat disheartened.

This world was inherently like this, truly not worth clinging to.

She closed her eyes, feeling Adam’s nearing footsteps, inhaling his unique scent, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

His strong hand caressed her neck; it seemed he intended to strangle her with his own hands.

Lilith felt a sense of relief.

Just as she waited peacefully for death, her lips were suddenly heated by a burning sensation.

She wanted to resist but found herself powerless.

Although only acquainted for a few days, he knew all her weaknesses.

If resistance was futile, she might as well savor the last entanglement.

The girl thought to herself, letting go of her inhibitions.

When she thought she’d be stripped and thrown onto the bed soon, Adam’s lips slowly withdrew.

A magically resonant voice—like a celestial melody—whispered in her ear.

"I intend to take this city as a gift to wed you. Will you join me?"

"I will."

The girl, having found new hope in life, wept uncontrollably and fell asleep in her lover’s embrace.

The life of the nameless spy came to a close.

From now on, she had a new identity, the wife of the minstrel.