You Will Pay With Your Life For Deceiving Me

  A woman was alone in a pitch-black room. Although the chamber she was in was large, the lamp that was lit by her side was not enough to dispel the nighttime gloom that enveloped the entire world. 

 

  She was waiting for her prey in the darkness. Roderick Allen Weishafen. That was the name of the man who was to be sacrificed.

 

‘… I can do it. No, I have to. For my father.’

 

  She, with fine silver hair and blue eyes, took out a dagger from her bosom with a stiff expression.

 

  It was an item that did not go well with her fancy and luxurious dress, but she looked at the dagger with eyes that could not tell what was in her mind.

 

  The gorgeous dagger encrusted with violet diamonds in a scabbard made of platinum was a treasure that her father treasured like his own body. A precious item that no one was allowed to touch.

 

  He had lent her such a precious sword.

 

  To kill her father’s enemy, Duke Roderick Weishafen.

 

  ‘You have to do well. I can’t fail my father’s expectations.’

 

  She strengthened her resolve and hid the dagger again. Because her father is her only family, and she would do anything for him. She was determined to kill Roderick Weishafen.

 

  It is no exaggeration to say that she lived just for this day.

 

  To kill Roderick, she learned assassination skills from a young age, and it was two years ago that she entered this mansion posing as his lost only daughter.

 

  It was fortunate that her appearance was similar to that of the lost princess, Ayla Heiling Weishafen.

 

  My father has lived his whole life without his right hand. Roderick’s sword cut it off. It wasn’t just that. He said that his father had taken away everything he should have enjoyed.

 

  Because of that, my father lived his entire life as a criminal and a fugitive.

 

  The same was true for her. During her childhood, she wandered from place to place with her father. Then, two years ago, she entered this mansion, posing as Roderick’s lost daughter.

 

  She could have been happy because she was killing such an enemy, but she felt unsatisfied for some reason.

 

  Why? She could not clearly explain this feeling. She could have just developed a small affection for Roderick and his wife, Ophelia. Or maybe he was frightened by the fact that he was going to kill someone for the first time in his life. Although he had mastered the skill of harming people countless times, actually doing it was another matter.

 

 ‘Don’t think about useless things.’

 

  She scolded herself and shook her head.

 

  This was necessary. To avenge her father. And to find her name.

 

  She lived her whole life without knowing her name or her father’s name.

 

  Her father always called her ‘my daughter’, and her father’s subordinates only called her ‘young lady’.

 

  Everyone had a name. Even her father’s dog had a name, but she, whom everyone called a young lady, could not have a name.

 

  She always asked her father to tell her her name, and each time he always said this.

 

  ‘It would be too dangerous if I found out your real name. On the day when this father’s revenge ends, on that day I will tell you your name.’

 

  She and her father had been on the run all their lives. She had no choice but to wait, believing her father’s words that it was so.

dangerous for her name to become known.

When the job is over, if she kills her father’s enemy, she will know her name and her father’s name. She believes so.

 

  When she was struggling with the unknown emotions quietly blooming within her. A knocking sound was heard from her door.

 

  ‘He came.’

 

Rattling. 

 

  She felt her heart sink.

 

  ‘Am I not mentally prepared yet? No, preparations had already been made a long time ago.’

 

 But when it happened, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

 

  “Princess, His Excellency the Duke has arrived.”

 

  “Ask him to come in.”

 

  She tried to calm her trembling hands and opened her mouth.

 

  Eventually, the door opened, and Roderick Weishafen came in. He had black hair, blue eyes, and a strong body that belied his age of 40.

 

  The best swordsman in the empire and the head of the Weishafen family, the guardians of the empire

  

Although Roderick was always wary of his surroundings with his sharp eyes, he was a kind father to his daughter.

 

  “I’m here, Ayla. What were you doing without turning on the lights?”

 

  Seeing her come into the room with a friendly smile on her face, it felt like something was prickling inside her chest.

 

  ‘Foolish one.’

 

  Not knowing that this is a trap aimed at taking his life, look at the way he runs like crazy when his daughter calls out that she has something to say.

 

  It would have been nice to ridicule that foolishness, but that didn’t happen.

 

  “It’s not my first time coming to your room, so I’m nervous for no reason.”

 

  Roderick scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and stepped into the dark room.

 

  The door closed, and the two men were alone. Roderick’s eyes suddenly became sharp.

 

  “Is there anyone else in the room besides us?”

 

  “Pardon? Oh no. I was alone.”

 

  She couldn’t hide her embarrassment. Things go wrong even before she pulls out her sword.

 

  It was because there was someone else in this dark room.

 

  Someone was hiding.

 

  Roderick was a sword master who transcended humanity. It seemed like he had sensed its presence with his keen senses.

 

  “Stay behind me.”

 

  But contrary to her concerns, Roderick did not seem to doubt his daughter. It was natural for him to believe that she was the real Ayla Weisshaven.

 

  Roderick wrapped her arms around her safely and walked toward the closet, where someone was hiding.

 

  It was an opportunity that will never come again. He turned his back on an assassin. If she hesitates now and misses the opportunity, she will not have a second chance.

 

  She took out her father’s hidden dagger, intending to kill him, and approached Roderick. He needs to be stabbed in one fell swoop. She swung her sword at her father’s enemy, holding her breath so as not to even make a sound.

 

  But in that brief moment,

 

  Roderick turned and reflexively grabbed the blade.

 

  “Ayla, what is this?”

 

  He looked like he couldn’t believe his daughter was suddenly pointing a knife at me. Ayla held onto the handle with all her might to avoid having her dagger taken away.

 

  Roderick could not be killed except by surprise.

 

  She was confident that she would not be defeated in a one-on-one match against any knight, no matter how good they were, but no matter how good an assassin she was, it would be difficult for her to beat Roderick.

 

  ‘Is it the end? Am I going to fail like this?’

 

Just when I was about to be disappointed. Blood was seen dripping from Roderick’s hand as he held the blade with his bare hand.

 

‘It’s a success.’

 

  The sharp blade was coated with deadly poison. Even Roderick, who transcended the human body, would not be able to overcome this deadly poison.

 

  “Why are you…”

 

  Not knowing that even at this very moment, a deadly poison is flowing through his veins, taking his life by the minute. Roderick’s face was filled with only puzzlement.

 

 Ayla…

 

  Ayla, Ayla. Roderick, who was just repeating his daughter’s name, stumbled and hit the wall as if the poison was starting to take effect.

 

  “Don’t call me by that name. I am not your daughter.”

 

  I felt nauseous. It was disgusting. I couldn’t figure out where this disgust came from. The fear of someone dying before your eyes? Or is it his hatred for Roderick, who brought his father’s life into ruin?

 

  “Ayla, my daughter.”

 

  As if the poison was doing its job faithfully, Roderik’s once-strong body lost strength and fell to the floor. But still, his resentment towards me could not be seen in his eyes.

 

  Instead, what I feel is longing. remorse. And infinite affection.

 

 ‘Why?’

 

  “……I’m sorry, Ayla…..I……sorry.”

 

  Despite the sound of heavy breathing, Roderick did not stop talking. Until the end, he just looked at her with eyes filled with affection.

 

  How foolish.

 

  “No, I…”

 

  Ayla is not your daughter. She tried to deny it, but she kept getting nauseous and couldn’t open her mouth.

 

  And then.

 

  “Roderik Allen Weishafen.”

 

  The closet door opened, and the person hiding in the closet came out.

 

  Red hair and bright amber eyes. An elegant gesture. And a crude prosthetic hand instead of where the right hand should have been.

 

  He was my precious father.

 

  “I’m finally getting rid of you. I said it. I will definitely get rid of you. “I will keep that promise.”

 

  His golden eyes glowed in the dark. His face was full of joy as he smiled brightly.

 

  “You took my Ophelia, gave my place, which belonged to me, to my brother, and even took my right hand. I wondered how to kill him most painfully.”

 

  “You are… Byron……”

 

  Roderik’s eyes widened as if he recognized my father. He called him something in a dying voice, but I could not hear anything except the name Byron.

 

  “You’re right. It’s me, Byron. You remember it well. You shouldn’t forget the name of the person you betrayed so easily.”

 

  Byron. Apparently, that was my father’s name, something I had wondered about my whole life.

 

  Roderick’s eyes looked like he wanted to say something more, but it seemed like he wasn’t allowed to breathe anymore.

 

  He gasped as if even breathing was painful and died not long after.

 

  He couldn’t even close his eyes.

 

“… … Goodbye, old friend. It doesn’t go far.”

 

  Byron closed his eyes with an expression of joy. The two sparkling eyes were overflowing with joy.

 

  As she watched the scene quietly, she let out the breath she had been holding. It was terrible.

 

  “Oh dear. My daughter. You did your homework well.”

 

  Then he should praise her. Byron approached her, who was unable to even think of moving, and snatched the dagger from her hand.

 

  “… … I’ll take this dagger back now. Thank you for your hard work.”

 

  After roughly wiping the blood from Roderick’s clothes that were scattered on the floor, her father put his precious dagger back into its sheath.

 

  Then he kissed her hair like he always did. As if she were infinitely more adorable.

 

  “Now, I guess I should tell you your name like I promised, right? Before that, shall we have a toast first?”

 

  He took out a bottle of champagne from somewhere and poured it into a luxurious crystal glass.

 

  She looked down at the champagne glass he held in her hand. She didn’t feel like drinking. If she swallowed something, she felt like she was going to throw up right away.

 

  “Go ahead and drink it. You’ll feel better. ” Let’s talk later.”

 

  Byron smiled and elegantly took a sip of the champagne in his glass. Looking at her like that, she reflexively brought her glass to her mouth, and a murmuring sound began to come from outside her.

 

  It seemed like the plan had begun.

 

  Byron plans to attack the mansion completely after she kills the duke.

 

  She closed her eyes tightly and took a sip of champagne. The feeling of hot liquid going down her throat wasn’t good. It seemed that the alcohol was stronger than it looked.

 

  “Yes, that’s right.”

 

  Byron, who was watching her gulp down champagne, smiled, his eyes shining. In a dark room where even the moonlight was obscured by clouds, only his golden eyes seemed to shine brightly.

 

  “Now tell me my real name.”

 

  She opened her mouth. The sound seemed to come from far away as if someone else was speaking through her mouth.

 

  “Okay. A promise is a promise.”

 

  Byron smiled and sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed gracefully. It was a real contrast to the Duke’s corpse lying on the cold floor.

 

  “Your name is Ayla.”

 

  The moment Byron opened his mouth, blood poured out of her mouth.

 

  “You are Ayla Heiling Weishafen.”