"To my beloved Eve Patel:

See you in good faith!

This time, the target is the "Crimson Demon" entrenched in Transylvania. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info you know her name, you know where she is, you know what to do.

When that's done, come back to London and you'll be officially promoted. Over the years, you have proven your worth, and doubts about you will be dissipated.

Your power is evil in the eyes of others, but in my opinion, it is a gift from God. You are a sharp blade that dispels darkness, and the common people fear your blade, so they slander you and belittle you. But their bad words are destined to not shake your future, and from now on, you will continue to grow and become the greatest hunter in history. I am proud of you as your mentor.

Good luck!

Your mentor, A. A. Eduardo

November 6, 1763

Note: This letter will be burned immediately after reading"

By the light of the fire, Eve finished reading the last letter and lit it with a torch. Orange flames sprang up in an instant, engulfing the yellowed letter paper. Before the flames could reach her fingertips, she tossed the charred ash into the cold wind. The black embers drifted away with a little spark in the wind, bringing a glimmer of light to the dark winter night.

However, this brief moment of light was nothing more than the dying throes of the flames. The faint flame was left behind her, and in an instant it disappeared into the north wind, buried in the snow, and even the traces of existence were wiped away.

Now, she's alone.

Eve didn't look back. She knew the end of the flames, just as she had foreseen her own end. When she burned out, all she left behind was a mass of dead ashes.

Everyone in the world is a drop in the ocean, drifting with the tide in the long river of fate.

But now, she needed to swim a little faster and get to the end of her journey earlier. She knew it was pointless, she just hated wasting time.

Dark clouds obscured the moon and robbed it of all light. The snow accumulated, wiping out all life. Transylvania's fields were once as beautiful as a picture, but now a slaughtering winter has taken them all.

Everywhere you look, there is a snow-white field, and you don't know the way forward, nor the way back. The cold wind with snowflakes slapped on her face, blowing away her hood and making her unable to open her eyes. Her beautiful silver hair was covered with tiny ice beads that looked like sparkling bunches of grapes.

Still, she had to pick up her pace.

Tonight was the sixteenth night of December, which meant that she had been on the road for forty days and forty nights in a row. If the information in her hand is correct, the Demon Mansion should be in front of this snowfield.

"It's ......"

Eve narrowed her eyes, discerning a large, vague silhouette from the darkness in the distance. The building, standing in the cold wind, was undoubtedly the destination of her trip.

With each step she took, the outline of the building grew a little bigger. Eventually, when she stood at the entrance to the building, its full view was clearly visible to her.

It was a strange building painted crimson, and it should be more than 200 years old. For some reason, the main entrance of this house was wide open, and the inside of the door was pitch black, and there was an ominous aura from the inside out.

Eve didn't bother to bother with these details, and walked straight into the open door. She came to get the head of the owner of the museum, and it didn't matter to her whether the other party found out in advance or whether he set a trap or not.

The hand rises, the knife falls, and it kills with one blow, she is only responsible for doing this, she will only do this, she can do this job to the best.

"Bang!"

The moment she stepped into the museum, the door behind her closed automatically, and the torch in her hand was extinguished by a dark wind from the depths. Eve tossed the smoky stick to the ground, and took her silver dagger from the scabbard that was tied to her leg, clipped it between her fingers, and waited quietly for the enemy to attack.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and her ears were at their best. Next, whoever appears in front of her, what awaits that person will be six throwing knives aimed at the vital point.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Unexpectedly, she was greeted not by hideous grimaces and sharp teeth, but by three loud applause. Applause rang out from somewhere in front of it, resounding throughout the empty hall. As the applause fell one by one, hundreds of bright red candles lit up in an orderly manner, gradually lighting up the dark lobby.

By candlelight, Eve was able to see her surroundings clearly. She was now in a large hall, surrounded by red furniture. Directly in front of her was a line of red-carpeted stairs, on which stood a young girl, looking at her with a smile on her face.

The girl had red eyes and wings on her back, and it was clear that she was not human. She seemed to have been standing there for a long time, and it seemed as if she had just arrived, and in any case, Eve had not been aware of her presence before.

"Welcome to the Red Devil Pavilion, Miss Magician. I'm the master here, Remilia Scarlet, and I've been waiting here for a long time. ”

The girl tugged at her skirt and saluted gracefully.

"Is this your last word?" Eve said coldly, raising the knife in her hand, "I will engrave it on your coffin." ”

In the next instant, all the knives in her hand were gone.

A moment, a real moment, a moment without even a trace of time difference. The knives all stabbed Remilia in an instant, there was no throwing movement, no flight trajectory, and when she raised her hand, the knives had already hit the target.

This is Eve's ability, her talent, the source of her suspicion and hatred since she was a child. Mortals cannot comprehend the existence outside of time, so they are called "demons".

The center of the eyebrows, the carotid artery, the trachea, the heart, the lungs, and the abdomen, Remilia's six vital points were hit at the same time, but not a single drop of blood flowed. Inch by inch, her body cracked apart, turning into countless crimson bats. The bats spread out in place, regrouped in front of Eve, and once again combined into human form.

The knives that were supposed to hit their targets lost their support and fell to the ground with a "clang". The blade shimmered silver, and there was not a trace of blood.

"He is the strongest vampire hunter in the world, and he has a quick eye. Remilia clapped her hands and praised, "But do you really think that you are the only one who can do magic in this world?"

As if provocative, Remilia stood directly in front of Eve this time, and the two were less than a meter apart. Eve could see that the vampire was now as good as new, not even a single thread had been broken from his clothes.

"Oh, so you do, I see. ”

With a wave of her hand, the knives that were lying on the ground vanished and reappeared between her fingers.

"But that's not bad, at most it can delay your death a little. ”

"Save it, hunter, your destiny is to die here, and you can't change your life. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't believe in fate. ”

With that, Eve slashed at Remilia's face. The distance between the two was so close that she didn't have to move at all, and she could reach out and touch her enemies.

"I said, save it!"

Remilia's face was exaggeratedly split in half, while her lips were still open and closed, which was a chill to look at the spine. Just like last time, this time, she still chose to turn into a bat to avoid damage.

But this time, the plot is a little different.

Eve looked at the swarm of bats flying around the room, and leaped upward, clutching all the knives she had brought with her, twenty-four in all.

“The・World！”

At this moment, the bats stopped flying, the candles stopped burning, and the air stopped flowing.

No, in fact, what really stops is not these objects at all, but the encompassing of all things, time.

The only one who could move freely in this frozen time was her, Eve Patel.

It's her time, her "world".