Chapter 2: First Mission, Old Soul

Three days have passed since I woke up in a world I didn't recognize at all.

Or more precisely, the world fantasy this—with magic, swords, and… the mysterious task of an assassin?

I still can't fully digest the fact that I, a former Tokyo police officer who once lived a disciplined life, am now a teenage girl named Aestrell Laurie. And even stranger…

This body… knows how to fight.

Today, I tried again, standing outside the old wooden house belonging to the "grandmother" who took care of this body. My hand grasped a short sword, held like one used to practice kendo—but the movement was faster, sharper.

SHHRAAKK!

A cross-section of a rattan tree as high as my chest split neatly.

“... I was never taught this, but this body moves on its own?” I said thoughtfully. Every step, every swing of the sword—it was as if these muscles remembered something I didn't know.

And then,

A masked man, wearing a black robe, emerged from the shadows of the trees. His steps were silent. His aura was oppressive.

"Chaos," he said calmly, in a hoarse voice.

Chaos?

That's the name that popped into my head the first day I woke up in this world.

"Sorry, I think you've got the wrong person," I said, trying to deny it.

He stepped closer. "Don't pretend. We know you're awake. This body is yours now."

He handed over a letter, black with a seal of a spiked skull.

"Open when you're ready. The target is in the northern part of Graymist city."

"I'm not a… murderer," I replied, taking a step back.

But the man just smiled sarcastically behind his mask. "You've said the same thing before..."

And he disappeared, like a shadow in the dark night.

I sat in the room, the letter was on the table. I stared, I swallowed. What should I do?

"Police never kill for money... but assassin?" I clenched my fists. But curiosity… and somehow, The inside of me feels... excited.. Is that the influence of Aestrell's body? Or is it a part of me?

I opened the letter slowly.

Target:

Name: Mardas ReignAge: 37 years old
Status: Illegal arms dealer. Involved in slave and dark magic trafficking.
Location: Graymist, North Residence, under the warehouse. Instructions: Kill. No witnesses.

"He… is a criminal," I said to myself. "I won't let him go..."

I realized, this time I had no team, no orders, and no warrant. I will kill him. Alone.

Night falls. I walk the back alleys of the city of Graymist, cloaked in a long black cloak. A sword is tucked into my waist, and a small pouch on my chest contains a red crystal stone—supposedly, the source of my fire magic power.

When I calm my mind and focus, I can feel warm energy in my palms.

"If this is magic... then—"

I raised my hand forward. "Ignis."

And a small flame appeared, flickering like candlelight.

I'm... a fire wizard?

My heart was beating fast. This mission is not a dream. I'm truly an Assassin now.

The warehouse was quiet. I slipped through the side window, entering silently. Mardas Reign stood there, chatting with two followers.

I took a breath.

In my heart I repeated the first words.

I drew my sword.

Silent steps.

And that night—Chaos was reborn.