Mummy Evolution-Chapter 40: Another POV 2

Use other abilities?

Did my Axiom even have other abilities?

How could I even use them?

Sett seemed to trust me a bit too much.

I am not like you, I thought. I will make a mistake. I am not…

He held my hand.

My thoughts settled down, feeling much better.

Sett sat down, calm as ever, while I stood behind him, my hands shaking. Zarah stayed close, her breathing shallow, her innocence cracking under the weight of what was coming.

Burrhen watched us, oblivious, sipping his wine like a fool.

I hated him—hated his smugness, his threats, the way he’d looked at Zarah like she was a bargaining chip. I hated his subordinates, too.

But kill him?

He was a Tier 2 Axiom Holder, if what we had learned was true.

We couldn’t even defeat his subordinate—how could we possibly defeat him?

"Can we talk to the side?" Sett asked, gesturing casually.

Burrhen nodded, and I watched them step away, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Sett looked at me as he walked away, smiling ever so slightly.

My mind spun, torn between fear and the flicker of something darker—hope that Sett could actually pull this off. As he always did.

This man was a Tier 2 Axiom Holder, but without his Axiom, Lord Burrhen was just like me.

A normal person.

If Burrhen didn’t have enough time to activate his Axiom, he would be like pancakes in front of Sett.

Was this it? The signal?

I gripped Zarah’s hand, ready to summon my flute beneath the table.

My fingers had long become slick with sweat.

Song of Playfulness—yes, I should just use that.

That was familiar.

But that wouldn’t help Sett much.

I–I don’t want him to be hurt.

I stared at the City Lord, wishing he would just kill himself. And he looked back at me, his eyes disgustingly calculating.

Lustful.

Die. Die. Kill yourself.

I was tired of this fearful way of life.

Always thinking about consequences. What could happen, what couldn’t happen. What might happen?

I was tired of thinking like that.

Enough. Enough of this paranoia.

I was tired of not being allowed to let my emotions burst. I was tired of acting like I didn’t want to be kissed by Sett. I was tired of fearing for my life.

I was tired.

I want the good things in my life to be real, not just something that would vanish when I tried to catch it.

I want to be spoiled by Sett like he spoiled Zarah.

I want to be loved!

I want to study things like noble ladies did!

If being a good girl couldn’t help me do that, I would become a thief. If being a thief wasn’t enough, I would become a murderer.

As long as Zarah and Sett remained by my side.

A colorless aura, invisible and cold, extended from me, filled with my resentment and anger. It flickered and coiled around Burrhen’s mind, targeting him.

I could feel it—the new ability becoming like another limb to me.

Axiom of Playfulness—Game of Benefits.

The city lord stared distractedly at me, and I immediately knew it was effective.

He must be having terrifyingly foreign thoughts.

My stomach lurched as Sett moved, too fast for my eyes to follow. A flash of steel—a dagger, not the table knife—sank into Burrhen’s jaw, blood spraying like a broken fountain.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth, but I immediately caught myself.

I yanked the flute free from thin air, my hands trembling as I pressed it to my lips.

Axiom of Playfulness—Song of Playfulness.

The notes spilled out, wild and desperate, weaving through the air.

Burrhen growled, staggering, his focus shattered—just enough.

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Another dagger appeared in Sett’s hand, glinting as it plunged into Burrhen’s eye.

Blood poured, dark and thick, and bile rose in my throat.

You deserve it.

"You…" Burrhen choked, his voice a wet rasp, facing Sett. "have nothing to gain… why? And my subordinate…s will…"

Sett kicked him down, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.

"I never allowed you to infest my lands with ghosts," he said, cold as winter. "And sorry, others might have nothing to gain. But I do. Killing itself is an act that is beneficial to me."

Dead.

The room spun.

The flute slipped from my fingers, vanishing in the air before it fell.

He’d done it.

He’d killed Lord Burrhen.

My legs wobbled, and I grabbed Zarah, pulling her close.

She was shaking, tears streaming down her face, her voice a broken whisper.

Still, I walked up to Sett, feeling like a wreck of emotions.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Sett turned to the window, smashing it with a casual swipe of his hand. Glass rained down, sparkling in the noon light.

My panic rose.

I wanted to scream.

"Calm down," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Relief washed over me. That was it. Don’t take your hand off. I leaned on him. I sniffed. My mind spoke one thing, but my body another.

"Calm?" I snapped, fear boiling over. "Calm down after this?"

He tilted his head, staring out at the city—ghosts, enemies, all closing in.

I could see the figure of Shining White, blurring like smoke, moving towards us.

Then Sett turned to me, his face softening in a way that made my breath hitch. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

What? Wha–

Before I could react, his lips pressed against mine, skilled and lovely with the taste of wine.

My mind blanked, the world fading to nothing but him—his scent, his strength, the strange pulse of energy that seemed to hum within him.

When he pulled back, I was dazed, my cheeks burning, my fear momentarily forgotten.

"Can this prince take you away from here, my lady?" he asked.

At that moment, the fantasies that I had had about love flashed through mymind. It was something that I had never given too much heed to, but at that moment, I realized, that Sett himself was the very personification of all those fantasies.

A prince charming who came from who knows where, who will come to save me from all the burdens of the world.

I nodded, too stunned to speak, burying my face in his chest.

He was surprisingly warm for Sett, and I craved it more than ever.

I just hoped he wouldn’t let go now.

Not now that I fell into his arms.

I bit his chest, it was too hard but I still bit him gently. Sett patted my head.

Zarah clung to his side, trembling, her small voice breaking through my haze.

"You killed him for me… You became a murderer."

Ah… she never saw death before, I remembered, feeling my heart sink.

But that only made me hide deeper into Sett’s chest.

He would handle it.

Sett ruffled Zarah’s hair, his touch gentle despite the blood still dripping from his other hand.

"Ghosts, demons, nobles, and emperors, they are all either killed, or they kill. I’ve been a murderer since before you were born, little lady," he said, stepping onto the window ledge, letting me stand by myself by the side. "And I am not going to stop being one now."

I had also murdered more than once before, so I didn’t find it too hard to handle.

In fact, this murder had felt really good.

The wind caught Sett’s hair, lifting it like a dark flame, and I stared at him—really stared.

He wasn’t just Sett, some stranger who’d saved us, the man who’d teased me and fed me and held me. Not anymore.

He was… my man.

From now on, we were not strangers who were going to be briefly together.

That word felt terrifyingly foreign.

I wonder if he thought the same about me.

Was I just a fling?

He looked more handsome than anything I had ever seen.

"The world may have forgotten my name," he said, spreading his arms wide, "but I will remind them why I ruled."

I didn’t understand—not fully—yet as I stood there, watching his declaration, I felt something. But I didn’t dare to voice the thought out loud.

It was far too terrifying a thought.

But, for some reason, I felt that the thought made sense.

He laughed, shouting at his enemies to come to him.

I pulled him off the ledge, worried that he might fall.