Night Journey

Chapter 67 Desires Beyond the Mundane

Where is Cillian?

Dalin glanced around. They had all arrived at the guild together, but in such a short time, Cillian had disappeared.

"I didn't see him either."

Anya shook her head, and Dailin joked helplessly, "Maybe he's chatting with some important person."

Anya took a sip of her drink and asked, "Do you still think he's the so-called imperial envoy?"

Dailin countered, "Otherwise what?"

"I don't know, but I always feel like something's not right."

Anya found a seat and said in a low voice, "This makes me very uneasy, so I'm secretly investigating Cillian."

Dai Lin had just taken a bite of dessert and almost choked. Then, he asked curiously.

"Any leads? Which clan is it?"

“I’ve entrusted people from other departments,” Anya said, swirling the ice in her glass. “They left Hull City recently on an investigation mission and haven’t returned yet.”

"You think..."

Dailin's words were interrupted by another voice.

"Are you looking for Cillian? He should be with Valerie."

Meifuni always appeared out of nowhere, suddenly appearing between the two of them.

"Oh my, Valerie is really something, she falls for every guy she sees, without caring whether he likes her or not."

Meifuni sighed helplessly.

The affair between Valerie and Cillian was no secret; Daelin and Anya both knew about it. Upon hearing this, they exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

Anya sighed, "You should try to avoid contact with Valerie."

"Ok?"

Anya put down her glass. "Valerie isn't as simple as you think. She has secrets too."

"I know that secret."

Meifuni sat down next to her and picked up a cookie. "She's not actually from a wealthy or powerful family. She's the mistress of some big shot and wants to use my friendship to facilitate a deal with the Centipede Merchant Guild."

“I don’t mind this kind of thing.” Meifuni seemed naively silly, but she was actually more clear-headed than anyone else. “Anyway, we’re just friends, so I’ll just make do.”

Anya cautioned, "Some things can't be compromised."

Suddenly, a scream came from the private room on the second floor.

……

Valerie was naked, and even at this point, Cillian remained calm, which made her question herself.

"Cillian, am I not attractive enough? Or has your disgust for me transcended basic physiological instincts?"

Valerie refused to admit defeat and looked for a chance to turn the tables. "Or is it that you already have someone you like, and your own morality is holding you back?"

“I don’t have anyone I like,” Cillian replied honestly. “You are very charming, and I’m not lying about that.”

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

"Then you are..."

Valerie's expression turned strange, and she whispered, "Is there something wrong with your physiological functions?"

"Haha."

Cillian laughed and shook his head.

"No, I just..."

"I just……"

After racking his brains for a long time, Cillian finally managed to come up with a suitable answer.

"I just don't care."

"Don't care?"

Valerie's pride was dealt a heavy blow.

“I’m not sure if this is nihilism, but I’m certain that I have little interest in most worldly things.”

Cillian counted on his fingers, “Power, wealth, women—these things sound tempting, but I have little motivation to actively pursue them. My only hobbies are probably reading books and traveling more to see how big the world really is.”

"But ultimately, I can say that I have no worldly desires."

Valerie didn't believe her. "You're not even an adult yet, and you're saying you have no worldly desires... that's a really weak lie."

She lowered her body, her soft breasts pressed against Ciri's bare skin, their body temperatures clearly hot.

"Tell me, Cillian, since worldly desires cannot satisfy you, what is your true desire?"

Cillian stood up and pressed his forehead against Valerie's.

"You really want to know? That's a very dangerous desire."

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

"very good."

Cillian reached out and grabbed Valerie by the throat, with just the right amount of force, making her feel slightly suffocated.

"Oh, do you like this?"

Valerie's eyes became misty, and her voice choked with sobs, "In the end, everyone's desires can only be divided into two categories."

"To dominate others, or to be dominated by others."

Valerie wrapped her arms around Cillian's arms, encouraging him.

“Continue, Cillian, speak your true desires.”

Cillian tightened his grip and 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 pounded on Cillian's arm with both hands, but he showed no intention of letting go; instead, he tightened his grip on her wrist.

"I'm not joking."

With his usual serious expression, Cillian uttered the most cruel words: "Killing is not cruel; on the contrary, it is full of beauty and vitality, especially the struggles and cries of people before they die."

"They pleaded, they resisted, they abandoned their dignity and ideals, they knelt on the ground and begged, they used every means possible, just to continue their lives."

“This is so full of life,” Cillian exclaimed.

"You...you're a madman!"

Valerie screamed.

“This scenario is even more perfect.”

Cillian said recklessly, "We have no grudges against each other, no personal relationship, and you even love me. But now, you are suddenly going to die at my hands."

"Without any reason or cause, misfortune just struck. You can't complain, you can only helplessly accept reality and say to yourself, 'I guess I'm just unlucky.'"

Cillian struck Valerie in the abdomen, breaking several ribs, then released his grip. Valerie lost her balance and collapsed to the ground.

"Ha ha……"

Valerie gasped for breath, her body convulsing in pain.

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

Valerie got up, then collapsed weakly again. When she turned around, there was a pool of blood at her feet.

Only then did she belatedly realize that Cillian had severed her Achilles tendon.

"asshole!"

Valerie cursed.

Cillian always carries weapons; this is not the duty of the city guards, but simply a way for him to kill people at any time.

There's one thing I need to clarify.

As if guessing Valerie's thoughts, Cillian broke her wrist. "I am a serial killer, but I am not someone who indiscriminately kills innocent people."

After saying that, Cillian laughed at himself and said self-deprecatingly.

"Sorry, that sounds a bit contradictory."

He kicked Valerie over, exposing her entire abdomen.

“You are indeed a beauty, even in this state, you still possess a unique kind of beauty,” Cillian said regretfully, gazing at your graceful curves. “Unfortunately, I do not have such worldly desires.”

The Boiling Sword landed gently on Valerie's lower chest, right next to the rose tattoo.

"Your tattoo is beautiful and exquisite, but it's also arrogant."

The messy lines seemed to form the stem and leaves of the rose, but if you removed the excess branches and leaves, what appeared to Cirion was a messy, sharp claw.

Cillian had seen these sharp claws hidden beneath the rose tattoo.

On Tania’s severed arm, in the physical evidence that Dalin showed him.

Cillian murmured, “You are a member of the Claws, Valerie.”

Valerie's pupils shrank to tiny dots, and she said in a terrified voice, "What did you say..."

“I’m telling you, you didn’t fall in love with Dai Lin at first sight, nor did you use me to spite Anya, and you didn’t actually fall in love with me later.”

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

You tried to get close to Dailin and get involved with him, but that failed. Now you've set your sights on me, who just joined the company.

Cillian laughed. "I'm a newcomer, and still a minor. How could someone like me resist your charm?"

"Claw of Evil, what Claw of Evil?"

Valerie shook her head and protested, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Shh... be quiet.

Cillian held up a finger. "I already told you, I'm a serial killer. You don't expect to get some kind of fair trial from me, do you?"

"What's with all this talk of absolute facts, a perfect chain of evidence, juries, lawyers, judges..."

"You're not joking, are you, Valerie?"

The Boiling Sword fell, piercing Valerie's palm and pinning her to the ground.

Cillian knelt down on one knee, pressing against Valerie's stomach, and whispered.

"There is no such thing as procedural justice; my suspicion is evidence."

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and Valerie's eyes lit up with hope as she shouted with all her might.

"Help! Cillian is trying to kill me!"

The door to the private room was pushed open, and Anya and Dailin stood there stunned, completely bewildered.

Ciri calmly drew the Boiling Sword, grabbed Valerie by the hair, and dragged the barely clothed woman out of the private room.

"It's time to end this pleasure period!"

"Cillian said without question."

"Seal off the guild hall!"
The shock lasted for a moment, then Daelin trusted and carried out Cillian's orders, directing the others.

Seeing no hope of survival and noticing Anya not far away, Valerie suddenly screamed hysterically.

"Why! Anya!"

She was shouting in a language that Ciri couldn't understand.

"Why can you get everything so easily!"

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

(End of this chapter)