Chapter 149: Stalker Xeila (Part 2)

“Xeila?” Wu Qingsong called out.

But the room remained utterly silent, as though she had already departed.

“Stop joking around!” Wu Qingsong exclaimed.

His office wasn’t large. With the inclusion of a desk, chairs, and a sofa, there really wasn’t much room left. Where could she have hidden herself?

“Xeila?” he called out again.

The silence persisted.

“Come out, this isn’t funny at all,” Wu Qingsong stated.

Just then, a loud noise erupted from the forest outside the city, causing four or five large trees to inexplicably fall, crashing into other trees with force.

The people who watched the area were astonished by the sight. A squad of fully armed dog soldiers quickly emerged from the city, cautiously making their way toward the disturbance.

Could Xeila be responsible?

Wu Qingsong was astonished. She was never known as a warrior for her strength or sheer destructive capabilities but rather as an assassin marked by agility, rapid responses, and lethal strikes. Yet, this level of power… And aside from how she managed to leave without opening the door, how could she have moved to such a distant location in so brief a timeframe?

“Wu?” came Ram’s voice from outside.

He quickly opened the door and stepped out, “Don’t worry, it’s probably Xeila.”

“Xeila?” Ram paused for a moment before glancing toward his office. “You and her?”

These words brimmed with ambiguity and innuendo, prompting Wu Qingsong to sigh and explain, “She’s preparing to leave and wanted to try awakening the latent abilities within her before departing.”

“And she succeeded?” Ram asked, her tone laden with implications.

She clearly understood the prerequisites for Wu Qingsong to awaken a beastwoman’s latent abilities. She also knew about Wu Qingsong’s bold actions with Nina. If Xeila had succeeded, then one thing was obvious.

“It’s not what you think,” Wu Qingsong stated, visibly frustrated. “She’s about to leave, so please don’t jump to conclusions.”

The soldiers had already ventured into the woods, and it was very likely that Xeila had already returned, possibly even lurking nearby. It was crucial to be careful with words at such times.

Fortunately, Ram seemed to catch on to this, offering a mischievously knowing smile and saying, “As long as there’s no issue, then it’s fine,” before returning to her own office.

Wu Qingsong lingered in the hallway, uncertain of his next steps, eventually retreating to his office. Through the window, he watched the soldiers inspecting the toppled trees in the forest, with onlooking foreign hunters adding to the spectacle.

He needed to find a way to control the impact of this incident.

As Wu Qingsong pondered, he suddenly heard the door of his office gently close.

“Xeila?” Wu Qingsong quickly turned to ask.

But there was nothing in front of him, no sound to be heard.

He stepped forward, and at that moment, felt a pair of hands on his chest, followed by a light kiss on his lips. Startled, he instinctively stepped back, and Xeila finally emerged from the void.

Wu Qingsong was at a loss for words, but Xeila stood not far from him, watching him, then said softly, “Haven’t you and Ram always been curious about my appearance?”

She reached up and removed the veil that had always covered her face.

“Xeila…” Wu Qingsong began, but suddenly found himself speechless.

Before him was a face so flawless it seemed devoid of any imperfection. Wu Qingsong had thought his extensive exposure to beauty, informed by the modern and digital world, had made him immune to being stunned by anyone’s appearance. Yet, he now had to admit his grave mistake.

Indeed, there existed in this world a beauty that could leave one breathless.

He had never seen a female elf, but he was certain Xeila’s appearance could only belong to an elf, and not just any elf, but one of the most beautiful among them. If it weren’t for the cat ears on her head and the tail behind her, claiming her to be an elf would have been beyond question.

No wonder she always veiled her face. Such stunning beauty, for an assassin, was practically a liability. Yet, to this world, her concealment was an immense loss and a kind of malevolence.

“Xeila,” Wu Qingsong spoke her name again, yet he wasn’t sure what more to say.

“So, goodbye then.” Xeila seemed pleased with his reaction. Her form swiftly became translucent before vanishing from Wu Qingsong’s view. He paused, then called out her name once more, but received no response.

***

“Her room is cleaned out, all personal belongings gone.”

“There are two horses missing from the stable.”

“Seems she really left?” Ram sounded somewhat surprised, a bit disappointed, but for some reason, there was also an indescribable sense of relief.

Wu Qingsong let out a soft sigh.

That brief encounter was unforgettable, but it didn’t lead him to dwell on further thoughts. It was her choice, and she indeed did not belong in Orgrimmar. Asking her to stay would have been both a torment for her and a grave misuse of her potential.

She had the right to live the life she desired, akin to a proud and independent wildcat. You could never confine her to a small room, expecting her to contentedly grow plump on cat food. Given the chance, she’d always escape, hunting freely between heaven and earth.

“Feeling disappointed, huh?” Ram teased. “Maybe if we send someone after her now, it’s not too late.”

“Why do you always have to make jokes about everything?” Wu Qingsong shook his head in exasperation. “Be careful, she might not have left yet. Imagine if she decides to strike back because of what you said.”

Ram briefly appeared sheepish but quickly retorted, “Hmph, hit a nerve, did I?”

“I don’t have time for this,” Wu Qingsong sighed, heading to the attic with the Book of the Dead in tow, ready to delve into the sections he’d previously ignored. It took him a while to realize he hadn’t moved past the first sentence on the first page, his mind elsewhere.

Would she come back?

He couldn’t help but ponder.

Perhaps she, too, couldn’t evade what might or might not be a curse, but Wu Qingsong was certain his feelings for her weren’t romantic. He could claim this confidently… until he saw her face.

Now? His conviction might waver slightly, but he insisted on maintaining this stance.

Surely, she could fend for herself.

He hoped she would find a lifestyle that suited her, one that truly made her happy.