Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

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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.”

“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.”