The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1355

Following the direction of Daphne's outstretched hand, Robin turned toward the wall displaying promotional posters.

It was an advertisement for the Hunderra Auction House.

At the very top of the display, a dagger engraved with the Sakurania word 'Ritacharm' was prominently featured.

Robin's heart jolted. For a moment, it felt like a dagger had pierced straight through his chest.

Of all the regrets Robin carried, nothing weighed heavier than what happened to Rita.

Her death—he had played a part in it.

And for someone like him, someone who lived by the creed of Divine Drakebane, the idea of leaving debts unpaid was intolerable.

But Rita—her loss could never be repaid.

He never imagined that in the capital city of Rosha in the Netheris Domain, he'd see Rita's dagger again, which she always carried with her.

If some ancient magic, some strange twist of fate, had brought Rita back to life, nothing else mattered.

Seeing her again would be the greatest miracle.

Robin would ensure she got everything she ever dreamed of if she truly were alive.

He stared fixedly at the image of the dagger.

He remembered well the characters carved into the dagger—"Ritacharm," written in Sakurania script. He had seen them before.

But he can't be sure if that's truly Rita's dagger.

He turned sharply and grabbed Daphne's shoulders. "Are you sure that's her dagger?"

Tears filled Daphne's eyes. "Yes. Without a doubt. That's Rita's dagger.

"I saved her once, by chance," she continued. "After that, I taught her how to defend herself and survive the world's chaos.

"And then, I commissioned Mr. Thibault, a famed dagger smith from Nordmare in Sakurania, to forge this dagger just for her—adamantine steel, one-of-a-kind.

"Rita was sweet and full of life," Daphne said, trembling. "I asked Mr. Thibault to engrave her dagger with the word 'Ritacharm.' That's his signature style. I'd recognize it anywhere.

"She was like a sister to me. We depended on each other more than family. In Earthend, she was all I had."

A tear slipped down her cheek. "I never thought I'd lose her."

Overwhelmed, she dropped to her knees. "Please, Mr. Ramsey, I have to find her!"

"Stand up." Robin pulled her to her feet, eyes burning with conviction. "Rita died because of me. Now that I've seen her dagger, how can I sit back and do nothing?

"If we see Varryn, the priest, today, I'll ask him about this strange occurrence. I need to know, if someone's body dies in Earthend or another realm, can their soul survive for a time?

"Is it possible that in a twist of fate, souls that refuse to vanish somehow find rebirth in the Netheris Domain?"

His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. "My instincts say Rita's alive. And if that's true, there's a high chance her soul is trapped alongside Shirley's.

"Even if I have to tear Netheris Domain apart stone by stone, I'll bring them back."

Daphne wiped her tears with a sudden fierceness. "Then I'm going to that auction house. I'm getting Rita's dagger back, no matter what. No one else is walking away with it."

The auction house stood a little over 300 feet ahead.

Entry required proof of funds, starting at one million Netheris coins.

Seating was divided into tiers based on how much each guest could show.

Robin didn't bother using the five-hundred-million-credit Black Gold Card that Caius had gifted him.

He showed proof of one million in cash and sat in the lowest-tiered Zone Five section.

Thankfully, Rita's dagger hadn't hit the auction block just yet.

About half an hour later, the auctioneer finally presented the item.

Daphne's eyes welled up when she saw Rita's dagger in the flesh. She couldn't hold back her tears.

Seeing a personal item belonging to someone as dear as a sister, here in an entirely different realm like the Netheris Domain, struck a deep, painful chord.

"Mr. Ramsey, that's Rita's dagger!" Daphne grabbed Robin's hand, her voice trembling with emotion.

Even though her heart was filled with anticipation and joy, her tears flowed like a tide.

Robin gave a solemn nod, his throat tight with emotion.

But one thought echoed in his mind, If Rita is still alive, then why is her dagger up for auction in Hunderra?

"Ladies and gentlemen, this adamantine dagger is no ordinary weapon. It is a legendary relic from another realm!"

Onstage, the auctioneer held the dagger high above his head, his voice booming with practiced theatrical flair.

"Our panel of leading expert appraisers has completed a full evaluation. This extraordinary dagger hails from Earthend!"

Gasps and excited murmurs rippled through the crowd below.

"No way. Are you serious?"

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