Rosalinda, one of the twenty-three assassins, stood before me. Two meters behind us was her target, Lady Beatrice, closely guarded by Joséphine.
It wasn't a deal—it was blackmail. She was threatening a massacre unless I allowed her to murder Lady Beatrice first.
Even more shockingly, she stated I was free to kill her right after she killed Lady Beatrice.
In an ideal scenario, this would be the perfect outcome: she does the dirty work, I get 50 million Berries from the system, and over 40 lives are spared.
What should I do?
"Would you keep your word?" I asked.
Rosalinda maintained her smile, "Of course." She answered.
"Oom-pah-pah."
The piano's melody floated gently beneath our voices. At the same time, the rhythm of footsteps on the dance floor mingled with hushed conversations, offering just enough cover for the exchange between Rosalinda and me.
I extended my hand to her. "Join me for a dance," I said. "I'll decide after asking you a few things."
