The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 69 - 68 Unjust Oath The Three Skill Systems of

Chapter 69 -68: Unjust Oath, The Three Skill Systems of the Assassin (Please Follow)_1

Chapter 69 -68: Unjust Oath, The Three Skill Systems of the Assassin (Please Follow)_1

Basang looked at the giant wolf shadow beneath Ivita’s feet and gave a bitter smile. “So that’s how it is.”

“I was overthinking it.”

Hearthstone Grand Witch said to Ivita: “Your Majesty, his energy is gradually declining because his strength is dissipating.”

“He’s about to fall from the ranks of second-grade official assassins and become a trainee assassin.”

“Moreover, he’s essentially betrayed the Little Brotherhood, his former colleagues will hunt him.”

“However, Your Highness, the Little Brotherhood has a rule that they never assassinate a target more than once.”

“Unless they change employers.”

“Your Majesty, you do not need to worry about dealing with the people from the Little Brotherhood in the short term.”

Ivita nodded, then turned to look at Basang, whose movements had slowed considerably, and abruptly said, “Because you didn’t attack me, you shattered your own beliefs.”

“Given that, it’s better for you to continue attacking me. You might be able to regain some of your strength.”

Ivita had the thought of recruiting this guy.

A professional at the level of second grade is quite valuable.

Black Wolf and Griffin looked at Ivita in astonishment.

Knight Griffin said, “My lord, you can’t take this risk. After all, he’s a known assassin.”

Ivita shook her head at him and said, “I’ve got it under control.”

“Besides, this method might not work.”

“What’s more, I haven’t squared off with an assassin before, and I’d like to learn a bit about their swordsmanship.”

Basang turned around, frowning. “Is this a good idea?”

Ivita beckoned him with her finger, signaling him to make his move.

Seeing this, Basang stopped holding back; his figure disappeared from where he stood and then appeared in front of Ivita.

The blink-and-you-would-miss-it movement made it impossible for Ivita to judge how he had moved.

Ivita drew her Broken Steel Sword, and a bright glow broke through the air, a faint glow filling the room, clashing with the red blade of Basang’s dagger.

‘Ding~’

Sparks flew.

A little nick appeared on Basang’s dagger.

Basang’s face went through a sudden change, “This is sturdy red steel, only the Franks can produce it. The sword in your hand is definitely not ordinary.”

“Now I see.” Only then did Basang notice, the inscription on the blade of Ivita’s Broken Steel Sword. “The sword in your hand is the Broken Steel Sword, the dream of every knight. Red steel is still steel.”

A sword specially designed to break others’ blades was a weapon all knights would want.

Ivita also found out that this red steel was indeed not straightforward.

When the Broken Steel Sword cuts ordinary swords and knives, it’s like slicing bread, no resistance at all.

But now when she used the Broken Steel Sword to cut red steel dagger, she distinctly felt strong resistance, and the opposing dagger hadn’t even shattered.

The Broken Steel Sword is a magical item, extremely rare, a treasure of this world, and even an extremely rare relic from history.

However, red steel is just a common alloy material.

Ivita suddenly realized, if this assassin’s Frankish people had popularized the use of red steel equipment, how terrifying their army would be.

Basang moved slightly but looked incredibly pained for a moment.

His body, which had already become almost shadow-like, returned to its physical state, and he was practically still in the same place, not having moved much at all.

The Old Witch behind Ivita said, “Your Majesty, this man is weak to the point of nearly falling back to the level of a trainee assassin.”

“But your allowing him to attack you again seems to have really worked, preventing him from becoming a trainee assassin.”

“However, he can barely use his shadow-moving ability now, which should be a high-level technique only official assassins can use.”

Basang raised his red steel dagger and gave a bitter smile. “Yes, that’s the Shadow Step, a technique for moving in shadows and darkness.”

“Experienced assassins can stay hidden in the shadows forever, even after successful assassinations, never revealing their true identities.”

“It’s terrifying, and their targets often don’t even know how they died.”

Ivita understood. If it hadn’t been for Pan God’s previous divination, she would have been completely unaware that the enemy she had been guarding against had hidden within her shadow.

Ivita raised the Broken Steel Sword and swung it towards Basang.

She could tell that Basang was not truly committed to the fight. How much power can an assassin, who doesn’t wish to kill, really show?

However, this was in line with Ivita’s intent.

She was planning to use Basang to practice her swordsmanship, and his continued attacks on her were somewhat beneficial.

When Ivita’s sword struck towards Basang, Basang looked strange.

The way she held the sword was… simply not worth mentioning.

If the knights of the realm knew that the Broken Steel Sword was in the hands of a novice of the sword, they would probably be terribly upset.

Basang involuntarily gave some advice on how to use the sword. “You need to relax your wrist, and avoid exerting force with your wrist and elbow as much as possible.”

“Form a triangle with your wrist, elbow, and shoulder, which can maximize the power of the muscles in your arm.”

“Also, each time you swing your sword, slightly turn your body, use your left foot to push off the ground, and mobilize all the power in your body.”

Ivita tried to do as Basang suggested and found that her sword-wielding strength had indeed greatly increased.

So, unlike swordplay’s basic ‘swing’ movement, ordinary folks ‘throw’ their swords around.

This is because the basis of true swordplay requires knowledge of muscle exertion.

In several collisions between the Broken Steel Sword and the red steel dagger, the red steel dagger was already in shambles.

Basang looked slightly distressed; red steel might be standard equipment in Frank territory, but in Alsace, it was something only the wealthiest aristocrats could afford,

So, he used a technique – ‘Force Reduction’.

Soon, Ivita found that her sword had struck Basang’s dagger, but it was unresponsive as if a stone was thrown into a sea.

Seeing Ivita’s confusion, Basang explained, “This is a technique known as [Force Reduction], a skill that only elite assassins can master.”

“Some also call it [Energy Depletion].”

“In reality, it’s a form of martial skill.”

“We achieve this by pushing the limits of muscle control to negate the opponent’s strength.”

“That’s why we can quickly break down an opponent’s resistance and kill them by combining strikes with force reduction.”

“A proper assassin should possess three kinds of abilities: [Martial Skills], [Belief-Based Abilities], and [Shadow Manipulation Abilities].”

As Basang retreated and defended, he continued, “But my faith is almost shattered. I came to assassinate you, but instead, I am here teaching you.”

“So, I can’t use faith-based abilities or even shadow manipulation abilities. Fortunately, martial skills are rather special, they don’t strictly belong to the assassin sector. In theory, even an ordinary person can practice martial skills.”

Ivita stepped back and began to chant a spell.

Basang became puzzled. “You want to stop? Okay, I guess it’s time for me to leave as well.”

Something’s not right.

Basang quickly realized something was wrong. At the same time, lightning fell from the sky.

It’s the Lightning Curse!

The lightning accurately hit the most severely chipped part of Basang’s red steel dagger. The intense heat from the lightning brought the dagger to the brink of melting.

Simultaneously, Ivita swung her sword forward.

Considering Basang’s capability, he should have been able to dodge the hit. But, he didn’t understand why Ivita targeted his dagger so persistently.

As a result, Basang held back and didn’t dodge, allowing Ivita to strike him.

‘Crack~’

The dagger broke apart.

Basang’s eyes widened, he suddenly realized why Ivita was so insistent on attacking his dagger. “Tha…thank you.”

“I hadn’t thought it could be done like this.”

Ivita took a deep breath, “An assassin’s most important weapon is his dagger. Now that your weapon is broken, it doesn’t mean you haven’t fulfilled your duties as an assassin.”

“Because your weapon is broken.”

“I think this might help restore your shattered faith, or rather, allow you to repair your faith.”

“The day you remake your dagger will be the day your faith returns.”

Basang clenched his fist, he felt some of his strength return.

Indeed, his faith hadn’t fully recovered, but when the shattered faith is put back together, that faith will only be stronger.

This is why Basang wasn’t concerned about his faith collapsing.

It was the road of an assassin’s cultivation.

A sophisticated assassin has unshakeable faith.

Faith is everything to an assassin.

Basang squatted down and gazed at the broken pieces of his dagger. “I have sworn an assassin’s oath to my god, to only kill those who are unjust.”

Ivita glanced sidelong, the Brotherhood’s god certainly wasn’t the God of All Things.

Last time, I intended to interrogate the Brotherhood’s assassin, to learn who their god really was.

Unfortunately, it had led to the [Reaper] killing to prevent the information from being leaked.

I wonder, which god is giving the Brotherhood the power to gain strength from their faith?

Basang continued, “The Unjust Oath is one of the most powerful oaths in the Lesser Brotherhood.”

“But regretfully, it comes with its own limitations. For instance, during this mission, I encountered you, a lord whom I couldn’t find any fault with.”

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Taking the opportunity, Ivita extended an olive branch to him. “So, do you want to join me?”

“After all, you’ve already betrayed the Lesser Brotherhood.”

“It’s not a severe betrayal.” Basang shook his head and said, “According to the rules of the Lesser Brotherhood, as long as I can escape assassination twice, I am allowed to rejoin.”

Ivita rolled her eyes.

This little brotherhood is really … quite peculiar.

Basang said, “I have sworn the [Unjust Oath], my mission is to pursue and kill all the evil and injustice in the world.”

“Our paths are different.”

“You are a collector of Law, while I am merely a man living under the Law, seeking my own life.”

“We belong to different kinds.”

Basang turned and headed towards the wilderness beyond the castle.

Ivita frowned and said to Black Wolf, “Go to the stables and get an average-quality horse for him.”

Black Wolf was a bit surprised. Ivita had been quite generous these past few days. Could it be that becoming a Baron had changed him?

He turned to go to the stables.

Ivita added, “Oh, remember to charge him for the horse.”

“If possible, you may sell it to him at a price ten percent above the market rate. He’s new here and doesn’t know how much a horse costs around Baron Moro’s territory.”

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf stumbled and almost fell.

Still you!

Your Highness!

You are taking advantage of a passerby.