And when everyone thought they had everything controlled, through the strings of their marionette, they found themselves strangled - all by the woman they sometime vowed to love.
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highest rank obtained:
━ #1 in hanma.
━ #1 in rindo...
━━ warning. this chapter contains graphic content (murder, massacre), mentions of necrophilia. this certain part of the story is kind of disturbing if i may say so please just skip the part that you find nauseating to read. also, this chapter is confusingat first but i'll try answering every questions you guys have, comment them if you may.
this reached 11k words and i decided not to cut it off so it's a long chapter, yes.also, sorry for the late updatebut pls do vote and comment. <3
you guys can also search for valdrin sahiti if you wanna know y/n's gown and see for yourself what kind of gowns does he make. he's my fave.
and who loves no game, no life? the whole game in here came in that anime.
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TOPPLED IN TRANSLUCENT HUES AND DIM PIGMENTS, the venue of the whole ball confab lit up in the glist of both magnificence and wealth - flabbergasting the preceded guests and visitors as they entered with such laviscious garbs that duplicated the intruce of the whole vicinity.
The scheme she made is unfolding - three days bypassed quietly, placid, and still. And the supposedly day wherein the massacre between Toman and Bonten that's everyone been anticipating to happen is bound to come forth. Yet, much to their awe and puzzles, nobody knows who's going to take an initiative to do the first move, who's going to ruin who, and who's going to partake in the said bloodbath.
Why? Because the ball that Tetta Kisaki prepared is oddly silent and peaceful, no hint of anything from Bonten.
Maybe the intel he received is false? Nobody knows but he's boastful and confident that he can outwit them since he already set everything ready. And if the preceding attack retaliates then that's much better advantage for him.
Well, at the very least, that's what Kisaki sees because even if he received an intel that Bonten's going to finish his organization; Toman, right at the day wherein he set the promenade, y/n would never make everything or her schemes that evident for him. And by that, he continued with his gamble even though he himself frankly don't recognize nor seen l/n y/n personally, neither does he know what kind of person she is.
And y/n, on the other hand, feels the exact same thing.
Stirring the wine with his finger, Kisaki crossed his legs with a smirk in his cerise lips when he peered on that one certain lady around the venue who's responsible for taking down almost half of the gentlemen who attended his assembly tonight. Not taking down who sounded like they're fighting but she took them down in terms of gambling; be it cards, chess, and pokers, she easily trampled all of their aces. Not to mention how ravishing she looks in the contrasting hues of that black and white floor-length turtleneck gown.
"Checkmate." The redeemed lady popped her sanguine lips once again, crossing her legs and went to give the last person who challenged her, Taiju Shiba, a victorious smile right after she took down his King in a swift amount of seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds. Honestly, she never expected the ball to held in a vast gambling venue and thus, this kind of opportunity to play with one of the host quite made her flabbergasted as well.
