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Chapter 50

Del Narcissus was famous. A face so beautiful that it could captivate those who saw it. A unique temperament known for playing with others' hearts, a favorite flower of the empire steeped in pleasure and desire, he loved only himself. Family, friends, and lovers meant nothing to him. People rushed to Del Narcissus like moths to a flame.

"I don't understand why he's so great. No, now I hate and despise him. I can't hate him so much for not meeting me."

"That bastard stole my fiancé. I'm going to ruin his life too."

"I love Del Narcissus. It's okay if he doesn't love me back. But no one else should love him. No one can have that Daffodil"

"My son is sick because of Del Narcissus. Bring him to me."

Countless people sought the services of the Cruel Guild. Del Narcissus was the most frequently mentioned name in the guild. People with various reasons, united by the common cause of not having their hearts reciprocated, could harbor such intense resentment towards one person.

Taking on these requests was just Andrea's curiosity. At first, due to the thought that they couldn't risk the honor of the Cruel Guild (even an illegal guild that carries out assassinations had its own honor). To not be put on the line over a simple political fight such requests related to "Del Narcissus," were ordered not to accept any requests related to him. However, requests filled with mixed emotions of affection and malice towards Del continued to knock on the doors of the Cruel Guild persistently. Hearing reports that the twelfth assassination request for Del Narcissus had come in, Andrea thought, "What on earth is the imperial flower doing to attract such requests?"

At this point, it might have been easier to simply kill him cleanly. So, Andrea personally took on the assassination request for the young nobleman, a target that he would normally not even consider. That's how he ended up heading towards the Count Narcissus family.

Perhaps because he had a son who only went around causing trouble, the security at the Narcissus family was quite strict. However, for an assassin who moved like a shadow, entering the emperor's bedroom was child's play. Andrea easily knocked out the guards and avoided the servants, then entered the second-floor target room.

The most popular target in the empire was sleeping under a canopy on a bed covered with a silk quilt. The bedroom was so luxurious and extravagant that Andrea thought he had entered the emperor's room. Whistling softly, Andrea walked to the side of the bed. When he lifted the canopy with the edge of his knife, the face of the target hidden in the darkness was revealed.

Ah, Andrea had never seen anything so beautiful since the day he was born. Growing up in the alleys, scraping by on people's leftovers and making a living as a street rat, beauty was like a distant illusion to him. But now, the man lying on the silk bed in front of him was undoubtedly 'beautiful.'

Just then, as ashen clouds tinged with darkness flowed by, moonlight spilled into the room. Del Narcissus's long and delicate eyelashes shimmered with a crimson glow, kissed by the moon. His round and smooth forehead, a nose that rose elegantly and was sharply cut at some point, an angelic and meticulously sculpted face, lips that were tempting and plump, and a jawline that could only be described as perfect... The moonlight settled over that face, so beautiful and precious that it seemed almost a shame.

The high-ranking nobles and aristocrats spend hours gazing at a single piece of art, shedding tears. They sponsor artists, guaranteeing a luxurious life while supporting them with a lifetime of funds. For the first time, Andrea understood the sentiments of these patrons.

Andrea wanted to kneel before Del Narcissus. He wanted to capture the beauty in his eyes for the rest of his life. He hoped that Del would experience all emotions in the world, displaying a variety of expressions. If he could speak, sing, and share laughter, Andrea felt he could even sell his soul. If Del raised those sacred and holy eyelids, looked at him knowingly...