The Development Diar Chapter 2 : Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Repent in Hell

“Do not be agitated, Mr. Klein. Obviously, I am here to deliver your midnight al, am I not?”

“A midnight al?” Klein repeated.

Perhaps it was the calm voice and striking appearance of the woman in the maid outfit before him, but the vigilance he had just raised was gradually being eroded away.

However, Eve had no intention of wasting ti. After completing the mission, she had other matters to attend to. She was in a hurry and hoped he could “understand.”

Her hand returned to the handle of the dining cart, her gaze sweeping over the Bible and the cross.

Just as Klein thought she truly intended to present the al, the white-haired beauty did not do as he expected. Instead, she slowly continued speaking:

“Hehe, I have long heard that Mr. Klein is a devout believer.” Eve gently placed the red wine on the table before him, pressing down on the Bible. “Even after doing those things, you still rember to pray with a cross. Truly moving.”

Klein froze. His attention, previously caught by the year written on the wine, locked back onto the maid.

“What do you an?”

The questioning words fell, but Eve did not answer. Instead, her hand reached toward the cart and grasped the handle of a dining knife.

When she fully drew it out, the blade glimred coldly beneath the light—sharp enough to slice the air, and flesh just as easily.

Klein’s expression instantly stiffened. He shot up from his chair, which scraped harshly across the floor.

Fortunately, the carriage’s soundproofing was excellent. Yet precisely because it was excellent, what followed would not be discovered imdiately by those outside.

“It ans… I have co to send Mr. Klein to et the God you have been yearning for,” Eve finally replied, her tone as calm as if describing today’s weather.

Clear turning cloudy—but only you are cloudy.

Klein’s pupils visibly contracted and his lashes trembled. He quickly understood everything, yet forced himself to remain composed.

After all, he was a man who had weathered many storms.

A mysteriously appearing maid and absurd words—yet they struck directly at the filth he kept hidden.

“Who sent you? Listen, no matter who it is, whatever they paid you, I can give you triple… no, five tis!” he said while staring fixedly at the knife.

Eve tilted her head, a strand of white hair slipping from her maid headdress. “I am very sorry, Mr. Klein. The only thing you can do is, on my behalf, in Heaven… oh no…”

She suddenly felt sothing was incorrect and corrected herself seriously:

“In Hell, raise your head and greet the twenty young girls accusing you from Heaven.”

Klein’s face gradually turned pale, his voice trembling. “Those… girls…?”

“Yes, those girls.” Eve stepped forward again, the dining knife spinning lightly in her hand. “Alice, fourteen years old. Last seen on her way ho from school.”

“Mary, fifteen. Said she was going to the city for work and was never heard from again.”

“Lilian—”

“Enough… enough!” Klein swallowed hard and subconsciously retreated, bumping into the table. The cross fell to the floor with a clear tallic clatter. “I can explain… those were… business! Just business!”

“Ah… I understand. I understand,” Eve said with a smile, taking another step forward. “Like the business of a slaughterhouse. Except tonight, it is your turn to beco the commodity, Mr. Klein.”

What Klein did not know was that Eve had not co for those missing girls at all. She rely declared his cris to the God he believed in.

That way, she would not be accused of killing the innocent again. After all… scum like this deserved death, and under the nature of her commission, it was rely a convenient extra.

Seeing she remained “unrepentant,” Klein inhaled sharply, his chest heaving. His eyes darted toward the door, and instinctively he opened his mouth, clearly intending to shout for help—

Thud—!

But unfortunately, he never managed to make a sound. The chance to break through the soundproof door’s defense was strangled in the cradle.

Her movent was faster than human. In a blink, she crossed the distance between them, the gloved hand gripping the knife drawing a silver arc.

It pierced precisely into Klein’s left chest, easily reaching his heart and passing through.

Klein’s eyes widened. His mouth still held the shape of a scream, but only a muffled choke escaped.

He chanically lowered his gaze to the knife hilt in his chest, then to the white-haired beauty. In his fading consciousness, those crimson eyes were like the key to the gates of Hell.

Eve released her grip and stepped back. The overflowing crimson could not compare to her eyes as she calmly watched his final dance before collapse.

His staggering body struck the dining cart. It tipped to the side, delicate porcelain sliding from the top and shattering upon the floor.

The already harsh breaking sound was drowned by the crash of the falling cart, amplified endlessly inside the enclosed carriage.

Eve slowly turned toward the urgent shouting outside.

“Sir? Mr. Klein? Are you alright?!”

Receiving no reply, the door was violently pushed open. The two bodyguards rushed in. When they saw Klein lying on the floor and the maid standing nearby, their confusion instantly beca shock.

The guard who had searched Eve reacted imdiately. “Assassi—”

Slash—thud!

A dining knife followed, faster than his voice, piercing his throat and cutting off the shout. He staggered back, hands futilely clutching the wound as blood poured between his fingers.

The other guard ignored his companion’s fate and hurriedly reached into his inner suit pocket, trying to pull sothing out.

But Eve was faster. Both hands flicked outward at once—two flashes of silver crossed the air. One stabbed into his heart, the other embedded deep into his forehead.

The force was visibly imnse, sending him crashing backward from inertia. The entire process lasted less than two and a half seconds.

Blood spread across the floor, turning the already red carpet darker still and staining the black suits.

Soon after, Eve keenly heard more footsteps—at least five or six, drawn by the unfinished shout and rapidly approaching from the other end of the carriage.

She did not wait. Without hesitation, she turned toward the window. As the most important carriage, its specially made glass was thick for safety and soundproofing.

But to her, it rely added a little difficulty—practically nonexistent.

She raised her right leg, spun elegantly, and kicked the center of the window.

The instant her boot t the glass, it did not crack into a spiderweb pattern—it shattered completely and burst outward.

The cold midnight wind rushed into the carriage, carrying the scent of grass and soil. Eve glanced back at the rapidly approaching guards and leapt out without hesitation.

“Good night, gentlen.”