There’s Something Special About Her - Chapter 1

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Episode 1.
Thud.
As I felt the blade sink deep where I’d intended, the first thing I registered was relief—absurdly, relief.
‘So I’ve finally finished my revenge.’
“Ah.”
A weary sigh escaped my lips.
They say revenge is hollow.
But whoever said that and I must be different breeds altogether.
Like finishing a long-postponed task, like a condemned prisoner paying their debt, my heart grew suddenly light as wings.
“Rgh…”
The one thing that shattered my newfound silence was the groaning of a wretched man now sprawled on the floor, dying.
I’d driven the short dagger clean through the ribs, severing both heart and artery in one stroke. His time was running out.
Even if he spent those precious remaining moments atoning for his sins, the gates of heaven would barely crack.
But the man seemed to have decided to waste even his final breath.
The lined face of one who’d once ruled like a king twisted toward me.
“H-Helena. How could you…!”
In the north of the Eastern Continent, the Wickes Family—a vast dark organization that gripped the Crolin Kingdom in its fist.
Benedick Wickes, its patriarch and master, who’d twisted the kingdom to his will as he pleased.
But the middle-aged man now drowning in his own blood held no such honors anymore.
He was merely a piece of meat about to tumble into hell beneath my feet—an assassin of the Wickes Family and captain of intelligence.
“Benedick Wickes.”
I spoke his name and slowly lowered myself onto one knee.
Then I withdrew the necklace hidden beneath my clothes and gently rubbed it across the blue gem.
Shhhhh—
With a sound like wind, I felt my appearance shift as the magic woven into the artifact took hold.
Crimson hair turned black.
Ordinary brown eyes became the shade of a bright ruby.
The pale visage that had echoed Benedick’s dead daughter transformed into features reminiscent of my mother in her youth.
Horror spread across Benedick’s helpless face as he looked up at me.
“You… could it be—the Morten…?”
Though years had passed, he recognized me at once—likely because of the jet-black hair and blood-red eyes inherited from my father’s line, distinctive marks of the Morten Family.
“Beginning to understand?”
“You were… you were dead. How could you…”
“No. I survived that day. And I crawled my way here to finish my revenge. I have you to thank for that, Benedick Wickes.”
Thank you.
I whispered it against his ear.
“I abandoned the name, but I kept Helena—my real name—just the same. And you never suspected a thing.”
For all the power he wielded, Benedick Wickes was pathetically dull.
An idle fool who never once sensed the blade of my revenge descending upon him.
“Cough… cough…”
Now that his blood loss had reached its limit, crimson foam spilled from Benedick’s lips.
“Thirteen years ago. This is my revenge for how you betrayed and murdered the Morten Family.”
My father had trusted this man before me—Benedick Wickes.
Because of that foolish judgment, my father, my mother, and my younger brother Lucas were all brutally slaughtered.
Right before my eyes, as I hid in my father’s secret underground workshop.
“Run. You have to survive!”
“Mother! Father!”
“Hurry. Take this and go. Go, Helena!”
Thirteen years. From that day when I was ten.
The screams that had tormented me every night in all that time finally faded as Benedick Wickes drew his last breath.
“Hack… hack…”
I almost wished he’d die faster.
I spoke to the man gasping pathetically, still clinging to life.
“Go to hell.”
“…Rgh.”
With my words, the light left Benedick Wickes’s eyes completely.
I stood there in silence for a moment, watching the corpse he’d become, then rose to my feet.
“Now it’s my turn to die.”
Of course, I didn’t mean it literally.
But to escape the Wickes cleanly, I had to stage my own death.
I had no interest in spending my life as a traitor hunted for killing the boss.
The Wickes were notorious for that sort of thing, after all.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a spherical object.
It was another artifact like my necklace—a Mana Bomb that would detonate after a certain interval once I’d injected a small amount of mana into it.
“Surely a prototype won’t be a dud?”
It was an invention from an obscure workshop that had never been officially released, something I’d painstakingly acquired through the black market.
I kicked the corpse that had been Benedick Wickes and turned away.
“If I can just set this on the way out…”
But I’d barely taken two steps before I had to stop.
A large man with red hair and gray eyes similar to those I’d worn as Helena stood in the doorway to the study.
“…Edward.”
Benedick Wickes’s son. His heir.
Edward Wickes—the very man I’d used to accomplish my revenge.
“Why are you here now?”
He wasn’t supposed to be here.
He should have been away inspecting external operations for several days.
I’d made sure of it.
But then, why…
“Helena.”
Edward’s cold, steely gray eyes raked across my body.
“That blood…”
I bit down hard.
No one knew better than I did how a close friend covered entirely in their father’s blood would appear.
“Come here.”
Edward, whom I’d expected to charge at me immediately for the kill, instead extended his hand.
With his usual certainty that I would obey whenever he called.
But those days were over now.
I didn’t move.
Instead, I shifted the Mana Bomb to my left hand behind my back.
“If you won’t come, I will.”
Footstep, footstep.
Growing impatient with waiting, he began walking toward me quickly.
I drew the sword at my hip.
Edward, never removing that persistent gaze from me, drew his blade without hesitation.
Whoosh!
His heavy sword came flying at me.
I didn’t dodge.
Clang!
Sparks erupted as the two blades collided with a harsh metallic cry.
“Helena.”
Screeeech—!
As our blades ground against each other with a bone-chilling sound, Edward commanded,
“Drop your sword.”
“Would you?”
I let out a bitter laugh and shoved him back hard.
I almost laughed at his arrogance—even now, he was letting me push him back out of habit.
His cold gray eyes fixed on the corner of my mouth.
Just as I’d expected.
In that opening, I rolled the mana-charged Mana Bomb behind me.
For just a moment, Edward’s gaze followed it.
An opening.
Whoosh—!
I drove the blade he’d given me forward at speed.
“So you have time to look away?”
“Helena, you…!”
Edward gritted his teeth and swung his own blade to block.
Using the moment his stance broke, I quickly checked beyond the study door.
Fortunately, no other organization members were visible yet.
That’s when it happened.
Edward’s hand was already nearly at my shoulder.
“Move.”
I yanked backward and tried to strike again at his vitals, but failed.
His blade was already pressing down on mine with crushing weight.
“Stay still and obey.”
Edward growled low.
There was only one option left.
I drove into his chest instead, flicking my wrist lightly.
The short dagger hidden in my sleeve came smoothly into my hand.
Thud!
The sharp blade pierced Edward’s ribs.
Not a fatal wound, but a place where blood loss and pain were severe.
Most people would lose consciousness or have their reason overwhelmed by agony.
But as I tried to wrench myself free,
Snap.
Edward’s hand clamped down on my wrist.
“Don’t go.”
His grip was so crushing my entire arm tingled.
“If you leave now, the Wickes will hunt you. You know what that means.”
“I know.”
My voice was as ragged as his breathing.
“But I can’t die here, can I?”
Die as a traitor who murdered the boss, or be hunted.
There was no choice to make.
I twisted the dagger once more and drove it deep into Edward’s abdomen.
“Ugh!”
As his body convulsed, I shoved him hard and bolted for the door.
In that instant, a burning sensation spread across my shoulder blade.
“Relentless bastard.”
Edward had swung his blade at me even as I fled.
But I couldn’t stop running.
I kept sprinting toward the study exit, glancing back over my shoulder.
My black hair fluttered through the air as my shoulder was cut, and beyond it, Edward knelt on one knee, his gray eyes burning dark as he watched me escape.
“Try running.”
He spoke.
“I’ll find you, Helena. You’ll come back to the Wickes. And when you do…”
Boom—!
The Mana Bomb detonated.
I used the blast to roll clear and burst from the study.
“What?! What’s happening?!”
“It’s the study!”
The cries of Wickes organization members scattered throughout the mansion echoed as they rushed toward us.
The security of the mansion would naturally grow thin.
I melted into the darkness toward the escape route I’d long prepared.

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