Evening, Ailola Moon God Manor.

The manor's host, Glendale Member of Parliament, was entertaining the upper echelons of half-elf society, with all the attendees being prominent figures.

Of course, if any human noble were here, they would probably scoff at the quality of this banquet. While the half-elf species was no less proficient in art and conversation than humans, their taste for material pleasures was truly lamentable.

After all, the upper class of this race still maintained a mysterious tradition of vegetarianism. A table without any meat or greasy dishes, relying solely on vegetables and fruits, was scarcely considered exquisite or abundant.

"However, this truly is the style of elves," Nora, who was mingling in the crowd, reflected.

Through the Evolution Law of cell proliferation, she had ingeniously crafted a "half-elf" visage for herself. Although it was not as convenient as Peggy's Flesh Transformation, it was, when seen from the outside, an equally impeccable and impenetrable disguise.

Eleanor and Sigrdrifa, similarly disguised through the Evolution Law, were at that time mingled within the manor's guard corps. Should the assassination be exposed, they would move swiftly to seal off the manor, preventing any witnesses who might attempt to call for help from escaping.

Of course, Eleanor from before would never have committed such an act of slaughtering the innocent. Yet now, she understood that quickly resolving internal disputes among the half-elves and getting their help to prevent the Iberian War was far more crucial.

As the banquet continued, Nora soon noticed that their target, Glendale Member of Parliament, had finished discussing matters with the guests and was pouring himself a drink by the table.

A flash of golden symbols suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Glendale had just taken a sip of his drink when he suddenly felt abdominal pain. He excused himself to his secretary and hurriedly made his way to the restroom outside the banquet hall.

Upon entering the washroom and locking the door, Mia, who had already positioned herself, suddenly appeared behind Glendale.

A Short Knife stabbed into Glendale's spine, and the Lv.16 member of parliament's back muscles seized up, trapping the blade as he activated his ability. An invisible Spiritual Body emerged from the void, lunging rapidly at Mia's form.

But Mia, who had also fought many battles with Nora, sensed a cold sensation behind her and already abandoned the knife to activate Ripple Sword and vanish, then reappeared in front of Glendale.

Another two Short Knives appeared, instantly stabbing into his abdomen, the blades buried up to their hilts. Glendale's eyes opened wide, not even realizing that the young female assassin who had stabbed him was the same person as the one who had backstabbed him just moments before.

For he simply could not fathom the Ripple Sword.

As such a bewildering thought crossed his mind, the intense pain rapidly spread from different locations on his body. Mia blinked four times in one second, sh-sh-sh-sh, with eight Short Knives consecutively stabbing into his flesh.

With an immense loss of blood came dizziness, and Glendale was no longer able to concentrate his Spirituality to control the surrounding Spiritual Bodies to pursue that assassin. His body collapsed in a pool of blood, while Mia stepped on his head, the Shadow beneath his body coiling around his neck and snapping it.

Picking up Glendale's head, Mia blinked onto the rooftop of Moon God Manor and hurled the head from high above.

Nora, standing at the entrance, saw something fall from above and, without hesitation, turned away, silently activating her Mind Communication ability.

Target eliminated, Team A retreat.

The four girls quietly left the manor hall. Half a minute later, patrolling guards discovered the head of the host by the roadside, and chaos and commotion instantly spread throughout the manor.

Soon, the guards found the washroom where the assassination took place, along with the other half of the corpse. After a preliminary inspection of the scene, they suspected an Undead Assassin was responsible because the door of the washroom was locked from the inside. Suspecting a Resentful Spirit capable of passing through walls was quite reasonable.

On the other hand, in the palace of the Half-Elf Queen.

"I will consider your advice," Queen Maya said dismissively, as she bid Glandale Member of Parliament goodbye at the palace gates, her mood seemingly far from pleased.

"Please consider it promptly, Your Majesty. The public outcry for severe punishment of the perpetrator is very strong, and the court's prestige is rapidly diminishing. Just yesterday, there were riots on three streets that seemed to be related to those harboring feelings of resentment," Glandale Member of Parliament stated earnestly. "If a response is not given promptly, the situation might escalate further."

When he even went as far as to say, "Please consider it promptly Your Majesty," Maya almost couldn't maintain her composure. Who the hell do you think is the queen here, you or me?

And as for those robberies, who do you think is behind them? Do you think I don't know?

Finally managing to compose herself, Queen Maya coldly stated:

"I will consider it. The city's security has indeed been unstable recently, I've already ordered the Royal City Guard to strengthen patrols. You should also be careful on your way back, Mr. MP."

Seeing that his warning had some effect, Glandale Member of Parliament nodded in satisfaction, turned around with his guard, and left.

Under normal circumstances, he would never dare to taunt Her Majesty the Queen; after all, Maya was a genuine demigod.

However, with political affairs reaching this point, the disputes between Elder Delar and Her Majesty the Queen have intensified. As a core elder of the Conservative Party, Glandale Member of Parliament's relationship with Her Majesty the Queen was merely a thin layer of pretense for official business.

Privately, Her Majesty the Queen viewed the Conservative Party as "an obstacle to the revival of the half-elves," while the Conservative Party scorned Her Majesty as "a traitor leading the half-elves to hell." It was an open secret that both sides could hardly wait to eliminate the other.

Lately, in addition to creating disturbances, the Conservative Party was also trying to infiltrate the Guard and the military, but these are under the firm control of Her Majesty the Queen and their efforts haven't been very effective, leaving the Glandale Member of Parliament somewhat frustrated.

Nevertheless, such things cannot be hastened. The Queen's greatest advantage is that she is the Queen, and her greatest weakness is also that she is the Queen. Some underhanded tactics can be used unscrupulously by the opposition, but are not available to her as the highly scrutinized Queen.

Before he was fully confident, it was better for Her Majesty to continue sitting on her throne.

With such cold calculations, Glandale Member of Parliament passed another street and saw the entrance to a shop surrounded by angry half-elves.

"Smash those evil human creations! The ancestral craftsmanship of the half-elves must not be lost!" With the lead agitator's inflammatory speech, the crowd of half-elves also began to shout angrily.

With the crowd in such fervor, the shopkeeper couldn't withstand the pressure. Seeing that the Royal City Guard had yet to arrive, he finally conceded, moving mirrors from the shop for the crowd to smash.

Every mirror shattered led to a burst of cheers from the crowd, people competing to stomp the fragments with the thick soles of their boots, making a gratifying crunch as if they were stepping on the faces of humans.

Seeing such effectively "usable" public sentiment, the watching Glandale Member of Parliament was very satisfied.

Objectively speaking, the hand-polished glass mirrors by half-elf craftsmen weren't as flawlessly reflective as those industrially made by humans, so it was normal that they couldn't compete in the market.

However, because of the recent Iberian War, the imports from Lusitania to the Aragon-Castilia Kingdom had significantly decreased (since half-elves couldn't produce military goods), and consequently, many half-elves' livelihoods were affected.

Economic downturn resentment needed a scapegoat, and the Conservative Party provided them with one:

Humans are stealing our income.

After the crowd had smashed all the imported human-made mirrors in the shop and were satisfied and ready to leave, Glandale Member of Parliament finally took his eyes off the distraught shopkeeper, turned slowly, and began to ponder the next point to stir public opinion.

Suddenly, a fast-moving figure rushed out from the back of the street; in almost the blink of an eye, it surged behind Glandale Member of Parliament!

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