Chapter 65: Transcending Worldly Desires

Chapter 67: Desires Beyond the Mundane

“Where’s Sirian?”

Dailin scanned the room. They had arrived at the club together, but Sirian had disappeared in such a short time.

“I haven’t seen him either.”

Anya, who was beside him, shook her head. Dailin playfully remarked, “Perhaps he’s chatting with some important figure.”

Anya took a sip of her drink and asked, “Do you still think he’s the so-called Imperial Envoy?”

Dailin countered, “Otherwise?”

“I don’t know, but I always feel like something isn’t right.”

Anya found a seat and whispered, “This makes me very uneasy, so I’m secretly investigating Sirian.”

Dailin had just taken a bite of dessert and nearly choked. Then, he asked curiously,

“Any leads? Which clan does he belong to?”

“I’ve entrusted people from other departments,” Anya swirled the ice in her glass. “They left Heer City not long ago for an investigation mission and haven’t returned yet.”

“You think…”

Dailin’s words were interrupted by another voice.

“Are you looking for Sirian? He should be with Valerie.”

Meifuni was always elusive, suddenly appearing between the two.

“Oh, Valerie, really. She falls for everyone she sees, regardless of whether they’re willing or not.”

Meifuni sighed helplessly.

The matter between Valerie and Sirian was no secret. Dailin and Anya both knew, and hearing this, they exchanged glances and smiled helplessly.

Anya sighed, “You should still have less contact with Valerie.”

“Hmm?”

Anya put down her glass. “Valerie isn’t as simple as you think. She also has secrets.”

“I know that secret.”

Meifuni sat beside her and picked up a cookie. “She’s not actually from some influential family, but rather the mistress of a prominent figure, hoping to facilitate a certain exchange of interests with the Centipede Merchant Guild through her friendship with me.”

“I don’t mind such things.” Meifuni seemed naively foolish, but she was actually more clear-headed than anyone. “After all, it’s just being friends, so I’ll make do.”

Anya reminded her, “Some things can’t be ‘made do’ with.”

Suddenly, a scream came from a private room on the second floor… Valerie was naked, yet at this point, Sirian still maintained his calm demeanor, which made her question herself.

“Sirian, am I not charming enough? Or has your disgust for me surpassed biological instinct?”

Valerie refused to give up, searching for a chance to turn the tables. “Or, do you already have someone you like, and your own morals are restraining you?”

“I don’t have anyone I like,” Sirian replied sincerely. “You are also very charming; I’m not lying about that.”

Valerie was a genuine beauty, with a slender waist and a well-proportioned figure, like a marble sculpture for an artist to copy.

“Then you are…”

Valerie’s expression became strange, and she whispered, “Do you have a physiological problem?”

“Haha.”

Sirian laughed, shaking his head.

“No, I just…”

“I just…”

Sirian pondered for a long time before finally finding an appropriate answer.

“I just don’t care.”

“Don’t care?”

Valerie’s self-esteem was severely wounded.

“I’m not sure if this is a form of nihilism, but I can clearly realize that I have little interest in most worldly things.”

Sirian counted on his fingers, “Power, wealth, women—these things sound tempting, but I find it hard to be motivated to actively pursue them. My only hobbies are probably reading, traveling more, and seeing how big the world truly is.”

“But ultimately, I can say that I don’t have those worldly desires.”

Valerie didn’t believe him. “You’re an underage child, saying you have no worldly desires… that kind of lie is truly transparent.”

She leaned down, her soft breasts pressing against Sirian’s bare skin, their body heat clear and intense.

“Tell me, Sirian, if worldly desires cannot satisfy you, then what is your true desire?”

Sirian actively stood up, his forehead touching Valerie’s.

“Do you really want to know? It’s a very dangerous desire.”

Valerie whispered, “I can satisfy all your desires, even the dangerous ones.”

“Very good.”

Sirian reached out and gripped Valerie’s throat, with just enough force to make her feel slightly suffocated.

“Oh, you like this?”

Valerie’s eyes became hazy, her voice a whimper. “Ultimately, everyone’s desires are divided into two categories.”

“To dominate others, or to be dominated by others.”

Valerie wrapped her hands around Sirian’s arms, encouraging him.

“Go on, Sirian, speak your true desire.”

Sirian’s grip on her wrist gradually tightened as he spoke.

“My desire is… to kill.”

The words were brief and cold, like a steel needle piercing Valerie’s nerves.

“You… you’re joking, right?”

Valerie’s blood ran cold. She helplessly slapped Sirian’s arm, but he showed no intention of letting go; the strength in his wrist only increased.

“I’m not joking.”

Sirian, still with his serious expression, uttered the most cruel words. “Killing is not cruel; on the contrary, it is full of beauty and vitality, especially the struggles and wails of people before they die.”

“They beg, resist, abandon their dignity and ideals, kneel on the ground and pray, using every means possible, merely for the continuation of life.”

Sirian sighed, “This truly possesses a sense of life’s power.”

“You… you lunatic!”

Valerie screamed.

“This scene is even more perfect.”

Sirian said, ignoring her, “You and I have no grievances, no private dealings. In fact, you even admire me, but now, you are suddenly going to die by my hand.”

“Without any reason or cause, misfortune just descends. You can’t utter any complaints, only helplessly accept reality, and self-deprecatingly say that you’re just unlucky.”

Sirian struck Valerie’s abdomen, breaking several ribs, then released his hand. Valerie lost her support and collapsed to the floor.

“Ha… ha…”

Valerie gasped for breath, her body convulsing in pain.

She tried to push open the door and escape, but a sharp whoosh of wind came from behind her, and then a faint pain spread from her ankle.

Valerie tried to get up, but fell back down weakly. Turning her head, she saw a pool of blood beneath her foot.

Only at this moment did she belatedly realize that Sirian had cut her Achilles tendon.

“Bastard!”

Valerie cursed.

Sirian always carried a weapon, not for City Guard Bureau duties, but simply to facilitate killing at any time.

“There’s one thing I need to clarify.”

Sirian seemed to guess Valerie’s thoughts, then stomped on her wrist, breaking it. “I am a killer, but I am not someone who indiscriminately kills the innocent.”

After saying this, Sirian laughed at himself, self-deprecatingly.

“Sorry, that sounds a bit contradictory.”

He kicked Valerie’s body over, exposing her entire abdomen.

“You are indeed a beauty, even in this state, there’s still a different kind of aesthetic,” Sirian looked at her graceful curves, regretting, “Unfortunately, I don’t have such worldly desires.”

boiling sword gently rested on Valerie’s lower chest, right against the rose tattoo.

“Your tattoo is beautiful and exquisite, but also very arrogant.”

A series of chaotic lines seemingly formed the stem and leaves of a rose, but removing those superfluous branches and leaves, what appeared in Sirian’s eyes was a chaotic, pointed Evil Claws.

Sirian had seen this pointed Evil Claws hidden beneath the rose tattoo.

On Tania’s severed arm, and in the physical evidence Dailin had shown him.

Sirian murmured, “You are one of Evil Claws’s people, Valerie.”

Valerie’s pupils contracted to tiny dots, her voice filled with terror. “What did you say…?”

“I said, you didn’t fall in love with Dailin at first sight, nor did you use me to anger Anya, nor did you truly fall for me later.”

Sirian began to tell a story. “Your true identity is a member of the Evil Claws, and your goal is to infiltrate the City Guard Bureau.

You tried to approach Dailin, starting with him. After that failed, you set your sights on me, who had just joined.”

Sirian laughed, “I’m a newcomer, an underage child. How could someone like me resist your charm?”

“Evil Claws, what Evil Claws?”

Valerie shook her head, defending herself. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Shh… quiet.”

Sirian raised a finger. “I already told you, I’m a killer. You wouldn’t be seeking some kind of fair trial from me, would you?”

“Talking about absolute facts, complete chains of evidence, juries, lawyers, judges… at this point, you must be joking, Valerie.”

boiling sword dropped, piercing Valerie’s palm and nailing her to the floor.

Sirian knelt on Valerie’s stomach with one knee, leaned down, and whispered.

“There’s no procedural justice. My suspicion is evidence.”

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Hope rose in Valerie’s eyes, and she shouted with all her might.

“Help! Sirian is trying to murder me!”

The private room door was pushed open. Anya and Dailin froze, not understanding what was happening.

Sirian calmly pulled out boiling sword, grabbed Valerie’s hair, and dragged her, barely clothed, out of the private room.

“Playtime is over!”

Sirian stated unequivocally.

“Seal off the club!”

The shock lasted for a moment. Dailin trusted and executed Sirian’s command, directing the others.

Seeing no hope of survival, and spotting Anya not far away, Valerie suddenly shrieked hysterically.

“Why! Anya!”

She shouted words Sirian couldn’t understand.

“Why can you easily have everything!”

Anya’s eyes were cold, like an ice sculpture.