CH 207

pitch black night (3)

assassination.

The act of secretly killing someone.

When the Kronos Empire announced that they would assassinate Roman Dmitry, Kevin briefly remembered Roman Dmitry's death.

The master he trusted was not one to be assassinated.

I do not know how I will die, but if I face such consequences, I will lose the meaning of my life.

Roman Dmitry.

own sky.

own god.

The thought of the death of the being who dragged him from the bottom of his life made his anger boil with just the imagination.

At first, I was worried about the assassination.

But at some point, I became angry.

If there is a being who tries to assassinate, he will tear his limbs to shreds.

I will set a precedent for such cruelty that people will never again dare to attempt the assassination of Roman Dmitry.

And now.

found the coat.

As Cort clenched his teeth and tried to run away, Kevin rushed towards him.

Quiet rumble.

"It's your boy!"

Ecorche's sword.

It was the alert object that Lucas had been talking about.

Kevin closes the distance in an instant, and Cort frowns and sets off an aura.

In a state where his body was weak, he couldn't get enough of Kevin away.

Then face to face. As a four-star Aura swordsman, he was confident that he would destroy Kevin, the main character of the rumor, at once.

Hwaak-

Aura split the space.

Kevin dodged the attack, and was so close that he could feel the opponent's breath.

spatula.

"Ugh."

A sword that cuts through the legs as it is.

It was fast.

Cort turned the dagger and tried to attack Kevin, but Kevin did not back down at all while maintaining a distance from the opponent.

From a distance, they looked like they were intertwined with each other.

Obviously, the moment he made even the slightest mistake, his neck would be blown away, but Kevin seemed to have no fear and followed him like crazy.

blood splashed

Dodging Corte's continuous attacks with a bizarre movement, Kevin left scars on his opponent's body one by one.

Obviously, in terms of ability, Cort had the upper hand.

Kevin's aura was obviously weaker than Cort's, but he lost an arm, preventing him from fully displaying his skills.

Besides.

The opponent was daring enough to be reckless.

Kevin, who followed him with his red-tinted eyes, was like a ghost who covets death.

Hung-

with an intermittent difference.

The attack missed.

The screams of the demons rising in Kevin's head indicated the direction of the attack, and as Kevin tilted his head, his gaze did not depart from Cort.

It's an unconventional battle.

It's only been two years since I've trained swordsmanship through Roman Dmitry, and it's right to lose overwhelmingly against the 4-star Aura.

But.

Kevin lived in a world beyond common sense.

As Roman Dmitry followed the path, he realized that the power of the aura was not an absolute criterion.

people were the same

Even an aura swordsman would have no choice but to die if his neck was blown away, and his experiences in the past gave him confidence in that thought.

beings they have encountered in the past.

All of them were stronger than Kevin, but they were all stained with pain with eyes that could not accept reality.

It was still the same today.

Kevin aimed at his opponent's weakness.

If you lost your arm, go all the way in that direction.

They pushed it while breaking the balance, and Cort couldn't hold the momentum even though it was clearly a stronger being.

The brilliance of light.

Kevin's presence swelled.

The moment Corte suddenly targeted the opponent's vital points, Kevin jumped into the aura and responded the same way.

paat.

intertwined with each other

Kort's pupils shake greatly.

one step late

Even in a situation where the aura hit his face, Kevin boldly chose the method of attacking the opponent's vital points first.

How could you make such an absurd decision?

There was no fear in Kevin's eyes as he looked at him, but rather a strong conviction that his judgment was right.

' You have received the wrong quest.'

Not even Roman Dmitry.

He's not even Chris, who is considered to be the next most talented person, but Kevin's skills are beyond imagination.

Unless you're dreaming.

In the first place, I received a quest that was bound to fail.

Park.

banged his head

Seeing Cort collapsed on the floor, Kevin looked down at him with a murderous look in his eyes.

"If the master hadn't told you not to kill me, I would have peeled off each piece of flesh while you were still conscious. Don't worry though. Being alive doesn't make you feel so grateful.

that word.

puck.

It was the last scene that Corte remembered.

* * *

how much time has passed

When Corte woke up, only the candles on the table were present in the flickering secret room.

pain arose

he's not dead yet

If so, it was clear that there was a way to live.

'Roman Dmitry wants something from me. If it wasn't for that reason, there would be no reason to save me. Let him do whatever he wants. If you need information, give it information, if you offer loyalty, then loyalty. Only by surviving somehow can I repay the same humiliation I suffered today.'

Assassin's World.

Once you see it, it's over.

Although his teeth clenched at the pain rising from his arms, his eyes showed enthusiasm for revenge.

That was then.

squeaky.

The door opened.

man coming in.

It was Lucas.

Cort tried to watch what he was doing, but Lucas didn't make an eye contact and laid something next to him.

For a moment, Cort's eyes fluttered.

What was revealed inside the leather cover were obviously instruments of torture.

"Ah, no, starting with the conversation Great!"

It started with nails.

One by one.

Lucas pulled off Cort's nails with tongs, and didn't even blink an eye as he struggled in pain.

The torture continued.

Remove all the nails and the toenails.

Even the claws had all disappeared and blood was oozing out, so Lucas took out another tool and gave the opponent a new pain so they couldn't get used to it.

There was no conversation.

for a whole week.

Cort was tortured.

In a spirit that was gradually crumbling, Cort didn't even have the strength to let out a moan anymore.

" Please, please kill me."

week one.

gave up hope for life.

I realized that the thought of surviving by any chance was nothing but a futile hope.

OK.

Lucas looked at Corte and said.

"Cort. Ecorche's sword. We're not going to kill you. the lord said I need only one person to remember the end of those who attacked Dmitry, and to tell people about it. All Ecorchet's assassins are dead except for you. And the traces of pain that I have left you in the meantime, through your existence, people will know what the cost of touching Dmitry is."

moved a step

He pulled out a vial of clear liquid from the gym and poured it into Cort's mouth.

drink.

gulp.

couldn't refuse

Since I hadn't been able to drink a sip of water, Cort drank the whole thing, knowing it was poison.

A week ago. The lord left for the Kronos Empire. I found out that Écorchet's stronghold existed not too far from Cairo. From now on, I plan to release you. So ."

Silly, he laughed.

Lucas wasn't a very nice person.

"If you want to live, run at full speed. Before my master kills your master."

* * *

Master of Écorche.

Brakan received a call from a client.

[It has been a week already. Isn't this a failure in the mission?]

"Please wait a little longer. The Ecorchet's sword knows no failure. There are still no rumors circulating that Dmitry's assassination failed, and Roman Dmitry's whereabouts over the past week are unknown. Now is not the time to judge the outcome, so please believe in Ecorchet's ability and wait."

[Okay. But keep in mind. The cost of failure will not be so easy.]

tuk.

Communication is cut off.

At the opposing force, Brakan felt a rush of vertigo.

'Is it really a failure?'

one week.

In fact, the deadline has been crossed.

As Brakan, although he had already accepted the possibility of failure, he could not reveal it to the client.

The opponent is the Kronos Empire.

Their emperor announced that he would assassinate Roman Dmitry, but what would be the cost if that mission failed.

In response to the great reward offered by the Empire, Écorchet accepted the assassination mission, but now realizes how stupid it was.

However.

I couldn't give up.

Cronus' request was for Roman Dmitry's death.

Even if Ecorchet's sword failed, he still had a significant number of assassins.

'From now on, we must cancel all the assassination missions currently in progress and do everything in our power to assassinate Roman Dmitry. Even if you lose most of your guild members in the process. If only Roman Dmitry is killed, it is possible for Ecorchet to rebound with the support of Kronos.'

It felt like my blood was running dry.

Écorchet has completed numerous assassination missions in the past, and the assassination industry recognized him for such achievements.

The fact that his opponent was a 5-star swordsman didn't matter.

Of course, it was a dangerous mission as an eccorchet, but he was certain that he would succeed by putting in an excessive amount of manpower.

Cliff and Cort.

And dozens of assassins.

Even though they were proud to be able to kill even the king of Cairo in the end, not one of them was contacted.

pushed to the brink

Brakan stood up and acknowledged that it was time for him to step forward after a long absence.

That was then.

Flash.

The light of the lamp went off and then on.

Brakan's office.

I was alone late at night.

At the light of the lamp that continued to flicker, I took a step to fix it myself.

That moment.

Flash.

The light turned on.

At the same time.

At the presence of a mystery revealed in the darkness, Brakan's heart sank.

* * *

1 second.

The opponent's face was familiar.

At first, I couldn't recognize her face properly because it was covered in darkness, but the contents of the material she had just looked at came to mind like a thunderbolt in my head.

A new operation to assassinate Roman Dmitry.

The very first page of the document had the face of Roman Dmitry, and the mysterious entity had the same face.

2 seconds.

I opened my eyes.

As soon as he became convinced that his opponent was Roman Dmitry, Brakan backstepped while slinging a dagger from his waist.

3 seconds.

All attacks were blocked.

But it didn't matter.

In the first place, he did not think that such an attack could kill Roman Dmitry.

that he appeared in the Kronos Empire.

Although the Écorchet's home is not far from the Cairo border, he did not know what that meant.

The plan to assassinate Roman Dmitry failed.

People like Corté would have all died on the spot, and how Roman Dmitry had pinpointed Écorchet's stronghold.

if so.

Rather, it was an opportunity.

If you kill Roman Dmitry on the spot, you can complete the picture you wanted.

4 seconds.

While spraying additional daggers, he traced the table under the table with one hand.

There was an emergency bell.

If you let them know about the situation here, dozens of assassins who are staying outside will all flock to you.

5 seconds.

spatula.

"Aaaaaah!"

arm flew away

Brakan's face was stained with pain, and he fell to the floor.

blood gushed out.

Roman Dmitry pulled out his sword and cut off his arm at an unresponsive speed.

My head was spinning tight. It felt like the circuit had completely stopped.

As he entered the assassination industry, he knew he wouldn't die well, but he didn't know that Roman Dmitry's assassination mission would lead to such an outcome.

This is Kronos.

What kind of madman would have set foot in the Empire's territory after attempting an assassination?

" Great."

groaned

Dragging his only arm, he tried to get away from Roman Dmitry as much as possible.

May the servants hear the voice of this place.

I had vain hopes that could not come true.

glance.

Roman Dmitry confirmed the location of the emergency bell.

"If you press this, your minions will flock here."

intention was revealed.

That moment when he looked up at Roman Dmitry with a pale complexion.

Hold on.

Beepy profit!

Roman Dmitry looked into Brakan's eyes and pressed the emergency bell.