Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

Lisa’s mother, whose nerves had been stretched taut for a whole day, had finally relaxed a bit upon safely reaching the secret room. Coupled with significant blood loss and her wounds, the moment she relaxed, her entire body, like a spring stretched to its limit, completely fell asleep. It was estimated that she would not wake up for some time. This was probably the deepest she had slept since becoming an assassin.

”Who are you?!!”

Lisa quickly questioned in a low voice.

Fortunately, Angelina herself was sweet and lovely, dressed like a fashionable high school student from a magazine. If it had been any burly man, Lisa would have probably already been preparing to pull the trigger of the sniper rifle Lucas Reeve had given her...

Angelina saw this and asked quietly: ”Are you Miss Vulpisfoglia’s daughter?”

”You know my mom?”

”Yes, my name is Angelina. Miss Vulpisfoglia saved me once...”

Lisa suddenly remembered something.

”I heard my mom mention you before, Sister Angelina...”

Although...

When Lisa’s mother had shared the story with her, it was about meeting a sister named Angelina who needed help on her way home from work, and she casually helped her.

Of course, at the time, Lisa didn’t know that her mother’s so-called company was actually the Mafia....

”Sister Angelina, why are you here? And... you seem to be injured?”

Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Lisa let down her guard and asked with concern.

Angelina, however, was a bit too embarrassed to speak. Just as she was hesitating, Lucas Reeve walked in from outside, holding a syringe of Oripathy-suppressing medication. There were also a few bottles of this medication in the drone, just in case they were needed.

”I went out for a walk in the early morning and happened to run into Miss Angelina. She seemed to be injured and was blocked by a group of gangsters who called themselves the ’Wolf Pack’. I brought her back for treatment and to stop the bleeding.”

For some reason.

Angelina’s gaze towards Lucas Reeve was a bit timid, even a little shy...

Whenever Angelina looked into Lucas Reeve’s deep, casual eyes.

Her mind would recall the scene of him descending like a god to save her. Such a scene was exactly like the plot of the romance novels Angelina had read in high school. He was simply Prince Charming. Although there was no white horse, he was definitely a prince. Was this the ’hero saves the damsel’ from TV shows?

Lucas Reeve didn’t know what Angelina was thinking at the moment. He just tossed the medication on the table.

”Here, Miss Ange. You seem to have Oripathy. This medication is for suppressing it. It can delay the time and reduce the pain of your next acute outbreak.”

”You can just call me Angelina...”

”Alright, Miss Ange...”

”?”

”My name is Angelina... that’s my first name... Ajimu is my surname.... Um... thank you for saving me. I still don’t know your name....”

Angelina was a little fidgety. Her usually carefree self was suddenly a bit nervous today.

”Lucas Reeve.”

”Mr. Reeve... you’re from Yan?!!”

Angelina was surprised, because the name was clearly from Yan. In an age where everyone was XX-sky, only Yan’s names were unique and instantly recognizable.

”I’m not sure. Anyway, my name is Lucas Reeve.”

”I see...”

Just as Angelina was pondering Lucas Reeve’s name, suddenly! She seemed to remember something he had said earlier.

An Oripathy-suppressing medication?

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with a hand painted with beautiful nail polish to prevent herself from screaming in excitement. She held the medication, her eyes wide as saucers.

”Suppressing Oripathy?!! Mr. Reeve, are you joking with me? I... I can’t believe it...”

When Angelina first contracted Oripathy, she had also tried to ask if there was a way to suppress it, not hoping for a cure, but just to live a few more years. The answer was impossible. Even the best hospital in Siracusa couldn’t do it. Oripathy was a terminal illness; one could only wait to die.

It was because of this.

Desperate, Angelina had willingly sunk into depravity, preparing to find the true meaning of her life...

Damn!!!

If she had known about this medicine earlier, she wouldn’t have become what she is now.

Angelina’s state of mind was currently in turmoil.

It was as if a person from a poor little country had contracted a ’terminal illness’ and was about to give up on life, only to find out that there was a way to suppress it abroad...

”Mr. Reeve, this... is too precious... we’ve only just met....”

Angelina lowered her head and said in a small voice.