Eternal Thief

Within a luxurious grand hall, a veiled woman in body-tight white armor, flaunting her perfect figure, was slashing her thin long silvery sword aesthetically in a strange rhythm. With every slash, she would gracefully move around the hall as if she was dancing.

As her long silver hair danced in the air like silvery flames with her sensational movements, her silvery eyes were like pristine pearls which didn't have any emotions in them. Her movements were fluent and graceful, while her sword aura was sharp and frigid. She looked like a sword fairy dancing on her own rhythm, completely oblivious to worldly affairs.

She was none other than Alina!

"Princess, you should rest. You've been practicing your sword dance for an entire week now!" A fidgety crisp voice rang from the corner of this hall.

Another graceful silver-haired woman with an oval bewitching face and 5'11 feet tall, wearing a blue flowery dress, was looking at Alina with antsy. Her name was Lillian, and she was Alina's Royal Maid as well as a close friend.

Alina seemed to didn't hear Lillian's concerning voice at all and continued to dance around with her sword.

Lillian chewed on her lips as she saw Alina was ignoring her again and cussed, 'It was all that bastard Dream Shatter's fault that Alina became so distant! If I had known, I wouldn't have allowed her to come here even if it killed me.'

Alas, if only there were medicine for regret.

But it wasn't Lillian's fault either. She only thought that Alina's fake brother was a mortal human, but not even Alina had even thought that he would turn out to be the enigmatic Sky Stealer!

Although Dream Shatter didn't do anything to them and treated them like esteemed guests, the fact remains that they were still prisoners.

Not to mention, Alina was now part of a huge scheme to capture the Sky Stealer, and even her own race was playing a huge part in it. Even if they wanted to escape, where could they go exactly?

Although Dream Shatter assured them that Alina's execution was an act, at this point, Lillian won't believe anything as long as she won't confirm it herself.

"Oh, you've improved, my little disciple." A melodious voice suddenly rang within the hall at this moment.

Lillian was instantly alarmed when she was a tall, veiled woman with purple hair in a black dress appeared out of nowhere a few meters away from Alina. If Alina's figure was perfect in every way, that woman's buxom figure was perfectly monstrous. Any man would drool after a single look.

Alina was also startled by the appearance of this woman as well as she knew that playful tone quite well. She stopped and confronted the woman with a hint of surprise in her beautiful silvery eyes.

"Who are you?!" Lillian was alarmed as she quickly started to circulate her Qi to confront the intruder. She didn't trust anyone among the humans.

However, she wasn't foolish enough to charge at her since she knew this woman had to be powerful since she could sneak right behind Alina without even alarming her.

"Leave us." Alina softly spoke in her mellifluous voice.

"But…"

"Leave us." She repeated in the same manner, but her tone was somewhat colder.

Lillian bit her lips, and after giving that woman a piercing gaze, she quickly left while thinking gloomily, 'I have to find and tell Grandpa Herman!'

"Sigh… even my own race couldn't identify me anymore. So much for being Blood Ancestor, huh." The veiled woman was non-other than Blood Ancestor, Margret sighed ruefully.

The sword in Alina's hand vanished before she bowed in front of Margret in greeting, "It's good to see you, Mistress."

"Why are you still calling me Mistress? Call me Master." Margret retorted.

"No. I won't be your disciple." Alina shook her head.

Margret wasn't seemed to bother by Alina's reply as she said while smiling, "Are you still angry about the fact that I killed your Grandfather and Grandmother? Or are you still dwelling on the fact that I'm the one who was behind your childhood exile?

"As I've already told you when the last time we met, I'm not the villain here, but your family nearly destroyed our race's sacred treasure. So, I have to step in, or trust me; I wouldn't be bothered by anything else.

"Besides, haven't I already compensated your family enough for you? Are you still going to remain stubborn even with your current situation? Your Father and Mother begged me to send you back, and I can make it happen right now.

"Just accept my inheritance, and you can do anything you want, even control the entire hunter race." Said Margret as if she were talking about some small matter.

Alina's eyes shimmered in coldness as she replied, "I don't want any of that, and I wouldn't dare to hate Mistress. You are our sacred mother, and our race was born from you. Whatever you do, it's for the greater good of our race. I'm just not qualified to inherit your legacy."

Margret couldn't help but giggle at this moment while she clapped her hand amusingly, "You're as stubborn as your Grandparents. I have warned them once to stop looking into a secret that would annihilate them if they got too close. But they never listened, and the Silver Ice Clan nearly got annihilated.

"But you, on the other hand, seemed to be the opposite. You are not interested in authority or secrets and always mind your own business while cultivating like a maniac.

"I've been observing you for years now, and I always wonder why you rejected the power which is right in front of you on a silver platter all this time. Now, I finally understand. It's probably because of that boy named Ace, right?"

Ripples appeared in Alina's cold eyes when she heard that name, but she quickly returned to being indifferent, "So, you knew I was leaving the continent, yet you didn't stop me?"

Margret nodded, "What would I stop you? Do you think I would've let anything happen to you? I could've taken you back the moment Dream Shatter discovered you, but I wanted to see why you were so desperate to search for that boy. However, I discovered something even more interesting, which was out of even my imagination."

Margret eyes shimmered in a particular light, "So, how about this if you inherit my legacy, I'll spare the boy and his kin as long as he hands over the secrets to him. Both Devil and Demon Ancestors would give me that much face.

"Even if he didn't come for you, he wouldn't abandon his parents, would he? But if he did even abandon his own flesh and blood, wouldn't this also mean he didn't care about you anymore and had become a heartless ingrate?

"But if you remain stubborn, you might never see him again, and even if he didn't come. Do you think he would still like you if he found out that you had the power to save his kin, yet you chose to look the other way?"

Margret playfully said while she turned around gracefully, "You have time until the date of your so-called execution. If you remain stubborn, I can only guarantee your survival, but someone will be going to get executed that day."

With that last sentence, Margret vanished from her position just like she appeared without waiting for Alina's reply.

Alina looked at the empty spot where Margret was standing a moment ago as terrifying killing intent surfaced in her eyes, and the temperature of the hall started to decrease at a terrifying rate.

But that ghastly aura only lasted for a moment before anxiety replaced Alina's cold expression, 'I need to escape and somehow warn Ace…!'