1146 The Woman Called Calamity



"A bug in this place at this time. Is he also your pawn?" Crimson Specter strolled into the treasury with calm steps.

It was an exceedingly refined place. The blue marble walls were polished to the point they could work as fine mirrors.

There seemed to be an endless line of shelves carved into the walls, each containing extremely precious treasures.

Even if Centaurus declined, its wealth was higher than a hundred provinces combined.

Each shelf was guarded by a small unicorn statue. Just like outside, if any unauthorized person entered this place, they'd be attacked by the vitality-sucking red orbs.

Even though each unicorn statue was smaller and weaker than the ones outside, they could pile up their attacks and overwhelm even a rank 6.

That's why, even though Crimson Specter and Miss Calamity's clone entered the treasury, they didn't do anything rash.

Crimson Specter was searching for the item he had to retrieve. Miss Calamity was waiting for him to provoke the unicorn and get caught in the security mechanism before making a move.

As a space awakener, Crimson Specter was a master at fleeting. If it's her real body, she'd have no problem restricting him.

But as a clone, attacking him when he's already entangled by the security mechanism was her best shot.

So, they both strolled into the treasury. A man in red robes with creepy designs embroidered. A veiled woman in long-sleeved blue clothes and a large floral skirt.

A suspicious mage and a princess-like girl strolling in someone else's treasury.

"Miss Calamity, why don't you answer?" Crimson Specter smirked as he checked off another shelf and moved to the next. "Afraid?"

His words pricked the pride that the clone inherited and she sneered. "If it's my main body, no, even if it's a clone I spend some more time to create, you would be kowtowing, begging for mercy. It's funny you say I'm afraid."

"Funny that a rank 9 is targeting me and still got outsmarted?" Crimson Specter chuckled.

But Miss Calamity couldn't smile. The temperature of the treasury dropped to a freezing point and the air grew heavy.

Crimson Specter's eyes narrowed and he continued to provoke her. "It won't be long before the entire Vita council will near that Princess Calamity hasn't just lost to Princess Eshala, but also to her subordinate."

Miss Calamity's chest heaved up and down as her eyes flared with anger. It had been so long since anyone dared to insult her like this.

She had the urge to just fight him right away. But Miss Calamity controlled herself. As her aura dropped, the eyes of the unicorn statutes around them slowly moved away from her.

If she took the first shot now, she'd have been targeted and lost any chance of taking down the bastard.

"The best Zahara can do is block me, she can't even dream of injuring me." Miss Calamity sneered. "As for your Princess, once I breakthrough, Jai Empire will have one less Divinity. After all, her imperfect divinity would never win against me."

"I-Imperfect?" Crimson's heart sank. He realized he stumbled on a huge secret.

"The whole affair was strange and unexpected.

Zahara blocked me on the border of the galaxy and rendered my plan useless. But fighting me on the edge of this empire is a big threat to her. She's changing the locations of us constantly, trying to steer away from the old monsters.

But she can only hide from them for so long. Once they step in, her return is no longer guaranteed.  She'll be seriously injured to the point she'd have to rest for a hundred years at best. Or she'd die a brutal death at worst."

Miss Calamity's voice was calm and plain as if she was talking about a daily affair. But the content she spoke shook the heart of the master spy who didn't hesitate to taunt a rank 9.

Crimson's face was pale and his arms shook violently. The confident strides he took just a while ago now turned into sluggish drags.

Crimson Specter was a man who was feared throughout the Duchies for his terrific record. Since he could talk to her without fear, he had forgotten who he was talking to.

This was Miss Calamity. A woman who was dangerous enough that even Jai Empire's army treated her as a target they should steer away from.

Wherever she was involved, only destruction remained. Jai Empire had learned their lesson when she single-handedly ended three kingdoms and dealt an irrevocable blow.

It was more than a hundred trillion lives, but not a single lived to tell the tale. She's a living nightmare and was called Miss Calamity ever since.

"In the war, five hundred years ago, when she was still a rank 9, a part of her precious self is broken from her and sealed." Miss Calamity chuckled. It was a pleasant, mesmerizing and charming chuckle that'd ensnare any man's heart.

But to the famous specter, there couldn't be anything more devious than that chuckle. It twisted his heart and threw him into an icy abyss.

His heart raced as the gravity of the situation finally dawned on him. His mind just couldn't stop thinking as the puzzle pieces finally fell into place.

No wonder Princess Eshala was personally looking into his puny mission. No wonder Zahara Onyx would risk her life just to block Miss Calamity. No wonder he was asked to accomplish the mission even if it costs his life.

"You're lying! Even if it's the last war, Princess was unparalleled. No one could defeat her! Much less separate a part of her and seal it!" Crimson grinned at Miss Calamity with a confident expression.

Miss Calamity merely smiled at him. "Yes, I'm lying, Spymaster. Now, go get the sealed box."

Crimson Specter clenched his fists and slowly walked to the shelf that he noticed a while ago.

The crystal on him slowly lit up as he approached it.

Yes, this was it.

The treasure box.

The sealed part of Eshala Starlight herself.

"Go on." Miss Calamity's voice rang cooly. "Take it."

The dynamics had completely switched.

But even then, Crimson Specter ignored his shuddering body and raised his hand.