Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 163

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Bloodless Assassination (3)

The night had gone, and the morning came.

It was the second day since Viscount Clovis had joined.

Hollien frowned.

‘Two more people are dead.’

The remaining Aliens from Akhtarun were seven.

Their power had been halved from 14.

The situation was no longer negligible.

She had slightly revised the ban after gathering all the Aliens.

“In case of doubt, I allow you to murder anyone.”

In that way, although an assassin had infiltrated the army by disguising themselves as servants, they could at least retaliate or attack them.

Of course, she didn’t allow unconditional murder.

If she did that, those crazy Aliens would’ve killed anyone then feigned ignorance, stating that they were doubtful.

Hence, she set conditions.

“However, this only applies if the opponent is level 70 or higher.”

Currently, the strongest knight in the Allendia army was level 68.

Except for Hollien, the rest belonging to the leagues beyond that were all Aliens. Hence, she could prevent unnecessary killings for pleasure.

“Back off and stand by. And be as vigilant as possible.”

* * *

The contingency plan was of no use.

That afternoon, another Alien died without a trace.

Even the Transcendental couldn’t help but be genuinely embarrassed.

“What’s going on here?”

It was possible to execute assassinations in the middle of the night.

Human beings had no choice but to sleep, thereby showing vulnerability, regardless of level, after all.

‘In broad daylight, while everyone’s eyes are wide open, a man died without a trace?’

However, thinking about it, she realized it wasn’t all that difficult.

The most troubling part of assassinations was the aftermath.

The assassin could hide the corpse in space-related artifacts and block the scream with a noise-canceling seal.

However, splattered blood was unexpectedly hard to hide.

Its scent also lingered far longer than what one would expect.

No matter how well the traces were hidden, it was extremely rare for spiritual arts or magic to fail in finding clues.

But Aliens didn’t leave corpses!

No matter how hard they were mutilated, everything disappeared as soon as they lost their breath, leaving no trail behind.

It was a bloodless assassination.

‘This is giving me a headache.’

Hollien was troubled. She put her chin on her hands.

‘I’ve never thought the disappearance of corpses would cause this kind of problem.’

* * *

That night.

The Aliens were unable to sleep due to anxiety and nervousness.

It was obvious.

Their colleagues had been dying like dogs.

They weren’t close enough to be friends, but they were still in the same boat.

They couldn’t rest since the probability was high that they would be the next target.

“Oh, my God, what’s going on?”

“I’ve checked with the Guideline several times. Nobody’s suspicious.”

They kept discussing it among themselves, but they were just wasting time.

One of them, Maharati, a Pakistani female swordswoman, clicked her tongue as she stood up.

“Oh, I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

Another Alien spoke out of concern for her.

“Move with Cynthia as a precaution.”

“Oh, I’m not a chatty girl. I don’t need to go to the bathroom with her at this age.”

While grumbling, Cynthia lifted herself.

With an assassin abound, it was better to be careful.

The two women stepped out of the barracks.

As they walked to a temporary toilet set outside the camp, they saw a giant porter walking from the opposite side.

Nervous, they immediately activated their Guidelines.

They soon relaxed.

‘He can’t be an assassin.’

The level 6 porter passed by the two silently.

Maharati entered the stall as Cynthia murmured.

“I’ll wait outside.”

Not long after, Maharati nearly fainted upon exiting the toilet.

Cynthia was nowhere to be found.

‘What? Did she…?’

Did she get hit by the assassin during that duration?

Her nerves started to get the best of her.

The giant porter who had just passed called Maharati.

“Hey, you’re one of the Queen’s maids, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Have you seen anyone else here?”

“I did. She left after the chief maid called her.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Maharati finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zunk!

“Argh…”

Her whole body trembled due to the burning sensation coming from her heart.

A single blow paralyzed her whole body, and her consciousness quickly became blurred.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Laughing, Ryu Han-bin pulled out a dagger.

At the same time, her body disappeared.

A few minutes ago, Cynthia met the same fate while waiting vacantly in front of the toilet.

Picking up their clothes, Ryu Han-bin thanked Frederick.

‘As expected, people should learn from others. No matter how hard we study by ourselves, there is a clear limit.’

Assassinations were different from a simple ambush.

He could easily kill his opponents if he just utilized his Aura and fought head-on, but that would cause Hollien to notice him.

Therefore, it was necessary to pull up Aura only at the last second and pierce through the enemy’s vital spot secretly.

Even if Hollien concentrated on her senses around the clock, she wouldn’t be able to detect a few seconds of Aura usage.

‘It would never have been possible in the old days.’

But by that time, it was different.

Using Frederick’s teaching, he secretly approached the divine beast, Uto Ksarik, and attacked it with stealth for more than 100 days.

Han-bin fixed his expression as he stared at the barracks of the Aliens.

‘There are four left.’

* * *

The next morning.

Hollien got another death report revolving around the Aliens.

By that point, Hollien no longer had any choice but to take the situation even more seriously.

‘Is there a unique magic spell or spiritual art that I’m not aware of?’

There was also the probability that the incarnation of darkness had discovered Aliens’ fatal weaknesses, which they didn’t know.

Even if she was trapped in a human body, her essence was still the great goddess of darkness.

Regardless, she couldn’t afford to be treated like that.

“Leslie, where are the nearest regular troops currently stationed?”

“Marquis Teros. We’ve got 12 Aliens from Akhtarun over there.”

“Call everyone here. How long will it take?”

“They’ll be at Clovis Castle in four days.”

Hollien revised the ban on the remaining Aliens again.

She told them to kill any approaching suspicious person no matter what their level was.

But they weren’t allowed to go out of the barracks.

“I can’t help it. I have no choice but to accept unnecessary murder.”

* * *

That night.

The Allendia army stayed in the village Drite, one of the villages of viscount Clovis.

They were supposed to enter Clovis Castle the next afternoon.

In a brick house on the outskirts of town, four Aliens gathered on the floor and conversed with each other.

“You don’t think that damn Hollien is making fun of us, do you?”

“I doubt it. It’s not going cause her any good to kill us now.”

“Still, dying without any countermeasures is strange.”

“Anyway, if we see anyone suspicious, let’s kill them immediately!”

Unlike the Queen’s other servants, they were separated from the rest.

Hollien couldn’t let them use the same accommodation as Latnains since she practically allowed them to kill anyone.

“Are Clovis’s soldiers suspicious?”

“Their levels aren’t that high. They averaged around level 40.”

“The assassin may have an unusual Magic Tool. Maybe it’s a unique item.”

They took turns watching out for outsiders while they talked.

They didn’t eat with others. Instead, they ordered servants to bring food to their room.

Nevertheless…

“Excuse me. I brought you the food that Viscount Clovis sent…”

“Put it there.”

When Ryu Han-bin brought wine and meat, they calmly let him inside.

They could see his level.

They didn’t have to be wary at all.

They even ignored Han-bin openly and spoke about him arrogantly.

“Wait, we can kill him now, right?”

“I don’t think I should kill a level 6 for pleasure…”

“But it’s still fun, right?”

Without much thought, a middle-aged Alien reached out to Han-bin’s neck.

“I’ve been thinking about it lately…”

Han-bin spoke, compressing his fingers together to form a hand knife.

“Are all the Earthlings like you or only the ones trapped in Akhtarun?”

There was no scream.

The body of the middle-aged man who was trying to break his neck melted in the air in an instant.

Only then did the remaining Aliens panicked and rushed to find weapons.

“Wait, what?”

“How can a level 6 porter do that?”

Han-bin smiled broadly.

“Now, there are only three left.”

* * *

The next morning.

Hollien laughed in vain.

“They’re all dead.”

Leslie replied.

“They are.”

At that point, she couldn’t help but be moved beyond anger.

“How can an assassin do that? They wouldn’t have died that easily.”

“What are you going to do now, my queen?”

The original plan was to let the soldiers take proper rest and immediately go out to deal with the night’s big change.

She had to set an advantageous situation so she could attack the Holy Punishers.

However, the loss of all the Aliens had a huge impact on her firepower.

Of course, considering the Transcendental’s capabilities, there weren’t any huge problems even without Akhtarun’s Aliens, but she felt unpleasant being swayed by the enemy’s intentions.

Hollien reached a decision after agonizing for a while.

“You said it would take about three days for the Aliens to arrive, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll wait at Clovis Castle until then.”

Clovis Castle and Sungha village were on a city-level scale.

“No matter how crazy they are, they won’t be able to attack a city.”

If the Allendia Army and the Holy Punishers’ forces fought within those walls, they would suffer considerable damage.

If she were the enemy, she would avoid such a battle.

The perfect time for the Holy Punishers to raid them was right after the night’s big change had ended and while Hollien and her army were tired of the battle.

“They call themselves the ones who serve the Goddesses. They wouldn’t burn up villages of their own followers and fight in the streets.”

* * *

Sungha village in the territory of Viscount Clovis.

A group of people gathered in a shabby cottage outside the village.

It was composed of six disguised Templar Lords, Kibie, Artis, and Effir.

“Here’s a message from Viscount Clovis.”

Looking back at everyone, the Elven Magic Swordsman, Merdil, continued.

“Han-bin made it.”

Angelica, the Templar Lord of Rhamniana, nodded, saying, “That’s a relief.”

“He was lucky.”

Frederick and Palmer also burst into laughter.

“No, in this case, honestly, it would’ve been weirder if he didn’t succeed.”

“Failure was that much more unlikely.”

In any case, Han-bin had slain all of Akhtarun’s Aliens.

“It will take Hollien two or three days to gather Aliens from another estate.”

Only the Transcendental, Hollien, was left.

“Well, then…”

Leon Hart smiled coldly as he looked over the window of the cabin.

“Let’s get ready for a street fight.”