𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

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Sitting at her desk with a quill in hand, she smiled in satisfaction as she placed the final period in the letter. One thing the people who had known her knew for sure was that she was very capable when it came to forging words. She could build an entire empire on lies only to instil the undeniable truth and trick others only to dissuade their revenge with unfabricated honesty.

Recreating the words of a woman with whom her companion had interacted many times was child's play.

Long before she had become Assassin M, she had been the Poetess Maestra, given her name through her expertise alone. During the years she had perfected the art of killing, she hadn't let go of the art of writing, and, in situations such as this one, she knew it had been the right decision.

She stowed her writing utensils away in a drawer and let the letter dry on her table as she made her way to the cage hooked to the ceiling containing a bird she had a hard time getting.

Asfi's.

If one wanted to deceive another, they had to plan everything carefully, down to the little details. Including the ink and paper. She chuckled to herself and matched the bird's curious tilt of the head with her own—she had donned Asfi's appearance, that way, the bird wouldn't be overly cautious of her.

Both of them waited for a few more minutes in surprising silence until the assassin turned away to check over the ink—it was dry. Humming in contentment, she meticulously folded the paper the way the letter the duchess had sent Wolf had been folded and carefully placed it in an envelope.

She easily could have given the letter to a messenger so it could be sent, but she knew full well Asfi relied on her messenger bird for more urgent matters—just like the one evoked in the letter she had written.

After making sure the letter was perfectly identical to Asfi's, she passed her hands through the bars and attached the letter to the bird, being careful not to be careless when doing the placing. She opened the cage right after, giving the bird a treat for the travel before it flew off. She simply stood for a little while afterwards before sighing.

She hoped Wolf would be able to adapt to this small change, after all, this would work to their advantage.

Dear Countess Isolde von Mareva,

As you probably know from my past words of gratitude, your help has been quite beneficial to me. That is why I have decided that I no longer need you—after all, your people have sworn allegiance and loyalty to me, which is all I truly need. From the moment you read this letter, our alliance is broken, never to be repaired unless you prove yourself useful in my eyes.

However, there is something I must warn you about before you angrily storm off, swearing to wrench back your troops from within my grasp; Should you lay a single finger on my kingdom, I swear to my reign, you will be obliterated. My warnings are neither hollow threats nor idle musings, but promises engraved in the iron of unyielding resolve.

Despite this, I hold the faith that fulfilling my promise will be for naught considering the trials we've faced side by side. Nevertheless, I wish you farewell and good luck with your power, so long as you do not naively cross me and my people, because heed my words well—should you stray into my path, you will find neither friend nor mercy waiting for you, as I have already sworn.

Yours ever in power,Asfi.

She smirked and strode to the door after assembling her things, opening it wide before stepping through. She lit a fire and watched as it consumed the entirety of the abandoned house, creating a blazing masterpiece that she had a hard time looking away from.

Yes, this would work in their favour.