Chapter 113: Assassination

[ Name: Ren Arken

Age: 14

Race: Human

Strength: 400,000 (+4,300,000 [Mana])

Agility: 500,000 (+7,300,000 [Mana])

Vitality: 1,000,000 (+10,200,000 [Mana])

Mana: ~~~

Spiritual: ~~~

Intellect: 700, 000

Unique Skills:

-Magic cards -Appraisal -Evil gaze -Strengthen -Leap -Basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight’s soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia -Slime Soul Diversion -Slime technique: Split -Tarot Emperor -Master of The Dragon King, Atlas]

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“Storm is coming, I’m afraid we couldn’t save this kingdom anymore, the most we could do is just prolong its demise…” An old figure muttered to himself as he stared at the kingdom that he had protected for decades slowly withers like his age from on top of a mountain.

The old figure lets out a heavy sigh as he remembered the man he had called his successor.

“If I had known that you will meet your demise here and got treated like this, I won’t send you to the capital, and I won’t ever help this kingdom even if it’s only a single time…”

“But yet, I need to admit that I might be the one who leads you to your demise… Heroes do die young, but I never expect your deeds will be disrespected and die together with you… Once again, this world denied me…” The old figure takes a looked at his hand that had led the man that he considered as his own grandson to his grave. He could feel the urge to destroy the kingdom that had disrespected his successor’s and frame him as occult as he clenches his fist.

But he had been protecting the kingdom for decades as he had promised to a royal family decades before.

“At that time, this kingdom is on it’s prime. But now, just what, what exactly am I protecting?” The old figure asked the thin air only to get answered with silence.

“Grandpa Kyron, It’s almost time for dinner, what are you doing?” A girly voice filled with youth appears, calling the old figure for dinner.

“Nothing, just some useless thoughts that bothered me,” Said the old figure kindly towards the girl that he considered as his own granddaughter.

“Lies… Grand-Grandpa must be feeling guilty about Ren again,” Said the girl as she clenched her fists as her tone changed.

“N-no, Elena. It’s fine, I’ll go back for dinner,” (Old man Kyron)

“I know it. Grandpa always avoids the topic whenever I mention his name. I know that you’re hurt and you felt guilty for what happened to him, but you can share it with us, you know? But you see, I don’t know why but, even though I’m very sad when I heard about his death, I couldn’t help but think that he’s still there outside, I don’t know why he’s hiding, but I believe that like usual, he’s trying his best to protect people,” Elena said as she imagines the figure that she longed and always waiting for.

(Even though your eyes always got swollen because you cried all night…) (Old man Kyron)

“If you say that much, grandpa doesn’t have any choice but keep on believing in him like you, right?” (Old man Kyron)

“Yes!” Elena answered with a smile. When the old man Kyron saw her smile, he felt that it had been so long that he hadn’t seen her smiling sincerely from her heart.

(I need to protect her, no, their smile. I think that I’ve protected this kingdom enough. It’s time for me to protect my family…) (Old man Kyron)

“Grandpa?” (Elena)n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“It’s nothing. I just thought that we don’t have the obligation to obey this kingdom anymore. I think it’s time for us to completely cut the ties between us and this kingdom,” (Old man Kyron)

“A-are you serious?” (Elena)

“Yes. Since if our belief is true, and he’ll return one day. Then I believe we need to choose between Ren or this kingdom at that time, so I decided to make the choice now. It’s time to make our own home,” (Old man Kyron)

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The darkness of the night had enveloped the capital city of the Grandaria kingdom with silence. Unlike before, every citizen’s night is filled with anxiety and worry because of the kingdom’s situation.

The king’s whereabouts are unknown, the queen is trying her best to maintain the status quo only to get her feet entangled by it and became unable to take any other moves, the other kingdoms are trying to take over the kingdom slowly, and the nobles are selling their country for authority, while the citizens could only bear the suffering.

In the middle of the night, a figure is moving in the shadow, merging with the darkness with a jet-black costume like an assassin.

(Today’s target is count Cendra from Potterland kingdom. According to the intel, he should be having a meeting with some top brass of their kingdom at the inn under the influence of the new Potterland kingdom’s mercenary group, Musin society…) (Sera)

(Should be around here, huh…) (Sera)

Standing on top of a roof, Sera stared at a 5-leveled huge Potterland’s inn. The inn is huge and constructed with the Potterland’s style, traditional and made with wood.

Today’s Potterland kingdom’s festival day for celebrating their kingdom’s birth. People from their kingdom went outside and gather with fellow Potterlandian, lighting candles, and hold a banquet.

(When the lights of the banquet light on, the chance will come, huh…) (Sera)

“3. 2. 1,” Following Sera’s mutter, every Potterland’s citizens light their candle and went outside the inn. Since count Cendra is an important figure of their kingdom, he doesn’t go outside the inn, but he opened the window as he disgustingly smirked when he saw his kingdom’s citizens that are celebrating the festival.

Hiding in the darkness of the night, Sera silently saw the chance for her to kill her target has come.

“Count Cendra from Potterland’s kingdom, you’re punished for raping dozens of Grandarian woman, abducting Grandarian kids to be sold as slaves, and tainting Grandaria kingdom’s name by spreading the rumor that he had slept together with me, the royal princess of Grandaria kingdom. You’ll be punished with the severest punishment,” (Sera)

With full of hatred and anger, Sera silently said the punishment.

“Death. May you repent your sins inside the purgatory of freezing ice. [Ice Bullet],”

“[Lightning spear]” A familiar man’s voice sounded together with Sera’s chant.

“Eh?” (Sera)

*Boom!* *Bzzt!*

Count Cendra is at the swords saint rank, but he’s well known with his great mana perception. As he realized Sera’s ice bullet that is coming to his head, he’s about to dodge but a lightning spear that only in a size of a needle pierced the count’s veins, shocking the count with enough electricity to make him experience heart failure while giving the ice bullet’s the chance to make the count’s head blown perfectly.

(One target, two assassins… He summoned the lightning spear that supposed to be a complex spell and still have the leeway to customize its size to the size of a needle with enough power to kill the count. Who is he?) (Sera)

Sera observes the surroundings and spot a silhouette of a man dressed in black similar to her, running away from the crime scene. Right when she tries to tail the man, a shout from the inn’s waitress alerted the whole place.

“KYAAAAAA!”

“H-he’s dead! He’s been murdered!”

“Find the culprit! He must be still near here! Search the area!”

The situation fell into chaos because the panicking citizens that made a ruckus. The mercenaries from the Musin society mercenary guild immediately embark to search for the culprit of count Cendra’s assassination.

“Boss, forgive our incompetence. We never thought that there will be someone aiming count Cendra, and the attack came from quite a distance, we completely unaware of their attack,” the second-in-command of the Musin Society mercenary guild said as he kneels in front of the guildmaster.

“The first spell that hits the count is a lightning spell, because of its speed that’s quick by its nature, the count’s talent in mana perception doesn’t have any use because of it. But a spell as fast as this with enough damage to kill him like this supposed to need a lot of mana and long chantation, we should be able to detect him chanting by the mana fluctuation. But we don’t sense anything… Is the one who chants the spell had reached the magic god realm?”

“The lightning spell should be enough to kill the count, but yet there is still an ice bullet spell that could only be used by a person at a middle-tier sword saint rank aiming at the count’s head. Is it insurance in case the count evade the lightning spell? Wait,” The man using a robe with a gorgeous dragon imprinted on the robe said. His words are accurate, indicating his vast experience, while his tone is firm and confident that shows his leadership.

The man sensed a trace of mana right at the veins of the count’s neck.

(Does the reason why we don’t sense the mana fluctuation is not because of the killer’s high cultivation rank, but because the spell is customized to be enough to kill the count with the minimum amount of electricity. The killer is sure that the spell will hit the count’s vein…)

“This… Two assassins and one target… Why…?”