Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 183: Cassian meets his demise

Clarissa had always liked Gabriel, but it was the arrogant, powerful Gabriel she admired. Not this broken shell lying helplessly on the ground. Faced with such a reality, even she did not know how to feel.

Meanwhile, Black and White had already returned to their usual harmless appearances, quietly pretending to be decorative spirit beasts. Shihtzu lazily nestled in Zora’s arms, enjoying the familiar warmth with contentment.

"Master, are you really letting Clarissa go just like that?" Black asked, clearly dissatisfied.

To the beast king, Clarissa was nothing more than an annoying fly. Letting her off so easily felt far too lenient.

Zora smiled faintly, her expression calm and unhurried. "The two scratches on her face from Shihtzu are already the greatest punishment for her."

"I still feel it’s not enough," Black muttered.

Zora shook her head slightly, her tone steady and rational. "My true enemy was Gabriel. The conflict between Clarissa and me existed only because of him. Now that Gabriel has been crippled, Clarissa no longer has the power or backing to oppose me. The root of our conflict has already been severed."

She had never been someone who killed for pleasure.

As long as a problem could be resolved at its source, she had no interest in unnecessary bloodshed. Only when matters reached a point of no return would she choose the most extreme solution.

"Master’s way of handling things is always decisive," White said softly.

Zora smiled and gently stroked Shihtzu’s soft fur. The little fellow let out a comfortable hum, its eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

Although she had just fought a fierce battle, Zora felt no fatigue at all.

Her gaze slowly turned cold once more.

Gabriel’s hatred was already resolved, but Cassian was another matter entirely. The resentment she felt toward him was no less than what she felt toward Gabriel.

And now, it was time to settle that account.

Cassian was pacing back and forth inside his residence, his steps heavy and chaotic, as if the anger boiling in his chest could only be vented through constant movement.

Tomorrow, he would have to personally deliver double the so-called reputational compensation to Zora. Just thinking about it made his blood surge uncontrollably.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

And the resentment did not stop with Zora alone. Even Gerrad was dragged into the storm of his hatred.

In Cassian’s eyes, Gerrad had clearly been favoring Zora from beginning to end.

Otherwise, how could things have developed to such a humiliating point? Paying double compensation was no different from kneeling down and apologizing in front of the entire academy. His dignity, painstakingly accumulated over decades, had been trampled underfoot.

"Damn that Zora!" Cassian slammed his palm onto the table, the wooden surface cracking faintly under the force. His aged yet sharp eyes were filled with venom and resentment, the kind of hatred that had fermented for too long to remain contained. "First, she delivered a laxative after taking the demon crystals, and then, she dares to humiliate me to such an extent? I will never let her off!"

This humiliation was something he could not swallow, no matter how he tried.

He, Cassian, had lived for so many years and had never suffered such a catastrophic loss.

He had spent an enormous price to obtain that potion, hoping to study the potion formula of the Elixir of Tranquility and steadily elevate himself to a higher level. Yet, not only had he failed to decipher the formula, but his own cultivation had instead dropped by two whole realms.

His spiritual perception dropped to the point that Cassian cannot even hope to become a Rank-4 Alchemist in the future.

What was worse, when he had rushed out today, he had intended to seize compensation from Zora and hurt her reputation. Instead, his own reputation had been dragged through the mud, and he now had to pay her compensation on top of everything else.

What’s even worse is that all of this was done by a mere 16-year-old.

The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed across Cassian’s eyes. The anger and resentment slowly sank, replaced by a cold, poisonous gleam. The corners of his mouth curled upward into a sinister smile, as if a vicious thought had finally taken shape.

"Zora," he muttered slowly, "you think it’s that easy to take advantage of me?"

An idea had already formed clearly in his mind.

If Zora were dead, then all this reputational compensation would become nothing more than a joke. The humiliation would vanish along with her existence.

Since Gerrad had personally verified the effects of the Elixir of Tranquility, that meant Zora truly possessed a genuine potion. If she gave to her friends, then she might possess more in her storage pouch. With even a single Elixir of Tranquility in hand, how difficult would it be for him to study its potion formula?

All he needed to do was kill her.

Once Zora was dead, her storage pouch would naturally fall into his hands. Not only would the potion be his, but as the master of Origin Medical Hall, her wealth was bound to be astonishing. One strike would bring him both revenge and an enormous fortune.

The more Cassian thought about it, the brighter his eyes became; his previously gloomy mood instantly swept away.

"Zora," he sneered softly, his voice dripping with malice, "enjoy your night while you can. Tomorrow, I will make sure you disappear from this world completely."

Just as his words fell, a calm, unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Who do you want to disappear from this world?"

Cassian’s body stiffened violently. A chill surged up his spine as he turned around almost instinctively.

The tightly shut window was open at some point, though he had no idea when.

Perched casually on the windowsill was a man dressed in pale gold robes. Moonlight poured in behind him, bathing his figure in a cool silver glow, outlining a face so exquisitely handsome that it seemed unreal, like a being who descended from the heavens.

Yet the moment Cassian recognized him, his heart sank heavily.

His gaze locked onto the man, fear unconsciously seeping into his eyes.

"You..." Cassian’s voice tightened. "You’re Kael Moonstone?"

He remembered this man all too clearly.

Such an appearance was impossible to forget, and even more so because this very man had stood beside Zora throughout the chaos earlier that day. Every word he spoke had pushed Cassian into a corner, step by step, until there was no room left to retreat.

The corner of Prince Kael’s lips curved slightly upward, the smile elegant yet chilling, carrying an unmistakable trace of danger.

His low, cold voice drifted through the room like frost creeping across the floor. "I am asking you," Prince Kael said again, his voice calm yet edged with frost, "who exactly is it that wants to disappear from this world?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop with those words.

Cassian’s expression grew exceedingly ugly.

As a veteran alchemist, his residence was protected by multiple layers of formations and defensive measures. Even so, the man before him had entered without triggering a single alarm. That realization alone made a cold sweat creep down his spine.

"You..." Cassian forced himself to speak, his voice tight. "How did you get in?"

Prince Kael’s thin, pale lips curved slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He spread his hands casually, his posture relaxed, almost lazy. "I walked in. That’s all."

The indifference in that answer made Cassian’s heart sink even further.