Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 96: The Assassination Attempt

Climbing onto rooftops in the dead of night... who else could it be but an assassin?

"So soon?" Her eyes darkened. "General Ronald really isn’t afraid of death."

"Let’s go take a look," she said coldly.

If General Ronald truly believed that sending an assassin would end her, then he was gravely mistaken.

With Black and White perched on her shoulders, Zora stepped out into the courtyard.

"Since you’re already here," her voice rang clearly into the night, calm and unhurried, "stop hiding and come out. It’ll save us both some trouble."

On the rooftop, Keiran’s eyes narrowed in surprise.

This woman was nothing like what he expected.

He had hesitated when he learned his target was the Prince’s Consort, but the reward was too tempting to refuse. Once the job was done, he would leave the Imperial City for good.

The next instant, Keiran leapt down from the roof, landing squarely in front of Zora.

Her eyes swept over him once, instantly judging his cultivation.

Late-stage Sky Realm.

"So that’s it," she murmured, frost coating her expression. "Who sent you?"

Keiran sneered. "I’m only here to kill you. As for who hired me... You won’t live long enough to find out."

The moment his words fell, he struck.

This was the Prince’s Residence. Guards would arrive quickly. He had to finish fast and escape.

Clang!

Zora drew the Blue Ice Sword in a flash, meeting his attack head-on.

Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew as metal collided. The sharp ringing of blades echoed through the courtyard.

Keiran’s pupils shrank in disbelief.

Impossible.

She was only at the early Sky Realm. In terms of raw power, she was clearly inferior to him. Yet she fought evenly, her swordsmanship precise, ruthless, and even terrifyingly refined.

Each move was efficient and deadly, as if carved from countless real battles.

How could a 16-year-old girl possess such combat experience?

Keiran felt his scalp tingle.

Before he could process it further, hurried footsteps sounded from all directions.

The Prince’s Manor guards rushed in, weapons drawn, instantly surrounding the two.

"Milady!"

The steward’s face had gone pale. He never imagined someone would dare assassinate the Princess Consort within the residence itself.

If anything happened to her, every one of them would pay with their lives. "What are you standing around for? Capture this assassin at once!"

The steward shouted sharply, his voice cutting through the night.

Keiran’s expression changed instantly. He never imagined he would be exposed so quickly. One misstep, and everything he had planned collapsed in an instant.

Zora glanced at the steward and the surrounding guards, then lifted her hand slightly.

"It’s fine," she said calmly. "I can handle him."

The guards froze. "Wha..."

The Princess Consort... intended to deal with the assassin herself?

Keiran’s heart lurched. The guards had arrived far faster than he anticipated, and what frightened him even more was that Zora had managed to hold him off for so long.

Zora knew very well that continuing this stalemate would lead nowhere. At her current cultivation, dragging this fight out was pointless.

Without hesitation, she reached into her sleeve and flung a packet of fine powder straight at Keiran.

This wasn’t a duel anymore.

What she wanted wasn’t his life, but the person behind him.

Keiran reacted the instant he saw the powder, raising his hands to cover his mouth and nose—but he was too late.

In a blink, the vitality within his body drained away. His cultivation vanished as if it had never existed, leaving him no different from an ordinary man.

The Blue Ice Sword flashed, its tip resting lightly against his throat.

"Who sent you?" Zora asked coldly. "Speak."

Keiran stared at her, teeth clenched. "I won’t tell you."

"If you don’t," she replied evenly, "I have ways to make you talk." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

As a physician and poison master, extracting confessions was one of her specialties.

She turned to the steward and guards. "This matter ends here tonight. Do not spread word of it."

"Yes!"

No one dared question her. The Princess Consort’s strength was more than enough to deal with this on her own.

Zora dragged Keiran into the room and tossed him onto the floor.

"I’ll give you one last chance," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Speak, and I’ll spare you unbearable suffering."

"You can kill me," Keiran snarled. "I still won’t say."

He had survived as an assassin for years. Protecting his employer’s identity was how one stayed alive.

Unsurprised, Zora pinched his jaw and forced a vial of blue colored potion into his mouth.

"What did you give me?" Keiran demanded, panic creeping into his voice.

"Something that makes people tell the truth," she replied calmly. "When you’re ready to speak, call me."

With that, she turned away, sat down on the bed, and closed her eyes as if he no longer existed.

An assassin wasn’t worth her time.

At first, Keiran scoffed inwardly. Poison, at most. He had endured worse. There was no way she could force him to betray his employer.

But soon—

His face twisted.

A sharp, gnawing pain erupted inside his body, spreading through his veins like countless inguilds burrowing into his flesh.

"How... how is this possible?" Horror flooded his eyes. He had never encountered such a potion.

Cold sweat poured down his face as the pain intensified, threatening to shatter his mind.

Black and White watched with smug satisfaction from the side. Their master’s methods were far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Ahhh—!"

Keiran screamed, his voice hoarse and broken. The agony was relentless, worse than death itself.

Zora remained perfectly composed, still cultivating as though nothing unusual was happening.

"I’ll talk!" Keiran finally screamed, his will completely crushed. "I’ll tell you everything!"

But Zora did not open her eyes.

It was as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

Keiran collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. "I beg you, spare me! Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you all of it!"

Only then did Zora slowly open her eyes. Her gaze was cold, devoid of mercy.

"Speak."

"The one who hired me..." Keiran gasped, fear etched into every line of his face. "It was General Helius’s wife—Jasmine!"

Zora raised an eyebrow slightly.

So it was her.

She had originally assumed it was General Ronald who would be the one to strike first. She never expected Jasmine to be the one hiding behind the curtain.

Jasmine... truly a master of concealed malice.

Not only did she plan on murdering her, but put the blame on General Ronald?

Zora had never intended to entangle herself with the General’s household again. Yet some people clearly refused to let matters rest.

"Good," Zora said with a nod. "I’ll relieve you of your pain."

Keiran slightly raised his head, with his trembling body, his eyes full of hope. "Thank you. I swear that I will never dare to appear in front of your eyes again... thank you very much."

But then Zora’s next words slashed his hope in two. her tone was as calm as still water on a lake as she said, "I only said I will relieve you of your pain. I didn’t say I won’t kill you."

"What do you..."

Before his words ended, her sword flashed.