My Next Life as the Neglected Daughter of the Grand Duke

Chapter 90

"To think this is one of those muti-universe...if I was the old Irene who can I go to do this."

Irene's eyes widened and she knew, it was obvious.

A dark mage.

This is dark magic, this is not so good.

Irene stepped out into her balcony to take in the wind to calm her.

"Obviously I will not be asking them...I basically declared a war."

Irene thought harder.

Wait, this doesn't make sense.

"If Irene had gone to a dark mage that is in the dark tower, then the grand mage should've known about my real identity."

Unless there is one that is not working with them!

Irene's eyes sparkled as she grabbed her cloth to cover herself.

She walked towards her door and found Mal stationed in front of her door, "Isn't Ralph supposed to do that?"

Mal nods, "Well, I need you to come with me, Mal."

Where do all hidden mages hide?

Irene arrived at the slum of the capital, it was in pretty bad shape.

"How could the Imperial let it get this bad," Irene whispered to herself staring in disgust at the poor conditions.

Irene walked down the streets, it was full of garbage.

Not garbage, there was dry and fresh blood, Irene held on to her sword with her right hand that was hidden in the cloth.

Irene could feel the stares, they are either thinking to rob her or something else.

She walked down the streets ever so slowly and stopped.

How am I supposed to locate the exact spot where the original Irene could have went to?

"Looks like this won't be an easy job," someone said behind her.

Those were supposed to be my words.

Irene said in her head, she turned around and suddenly there were three men behind her.

"Oh?"

Irene rose one of her eyebrows, she was about to lift her sword but stopped.

Actually, I don't have to do anything, she smirks.

She turned back to continue to locate the mage, leaving the three men stunned.

"Young miss, you shouldn't ignore a person like that?"

The old middle-aged man said as he laid his hands on Irene's shoulders.

Suddenly a sharp scream came out of the man mouth's.

"Ah-fuck, w-what the fuck ...who are you?"

The man whined in pain with his hand cut off, however, not by Irene.

"Thanks," Irene smiled.

Mal.

"Now, who wants to be next?" Irene smiled nicely with Mal beside her in a mask.

The other two men ran off leaving their injured friend on the ground.

"Oh my, if you don't go somewhere to get that treated, you might bleed to death," Irene said innocently.

"Those bastards left me to die."

The guy said in shaking anger, "Who sent you?"

A sword pointed her sword at the man's chin, he shook in fear.