Chapter 41 On The Throne, In Front Of Everyone. [1] - Updated



If seen, disappear. Never confront your target directly. Never kill in front of witnesses.

I smile and look into her eyes. "Goodbye, commander."

I toss my blade into the air. Crossbow bolts are fired at her, anticipating my leap. The four soldiers rush in.

Everything seems to slow down as the blade soars through the air.

One rotation. Two.

I throw the last dagger towards my target. One of the guards steps in front of her, and the dagger hits his armor.

Three, four.

I leap towards the dagger—the motion forces me to pierce through the man's armor, hitting flesh. I see the whites of his eyes, a mix of shock, pain, and fear. Behind me, I hear the commotion and the screams of the others. They're coming fast. But not fast enough.

Five, six.

The commander retreats and raises her sword. The reaction was delayed by surprise. I pull out my dagger and lunge forward. My free hand finds her hair, the tip finds her throat.

Seven rotations. Swish.

Another crossbow bolt passes exactly where I was, but I'm no longer there. It hits the target in the chest, and I land right next to my blade, which is now embedded in the ground. In one hand, a bloodied dagger. In the other... the wounded head of my target, frozen in surprise.

She collapses. Blood splatters on the stone floor. The soldiers stop, horrified and incredulous.

I toss the head in front of them.

"Great General Aelius Veridius sends his regards."

More soldiers appear at the door. Their cries and lamentations satisfy me.

Never confront your target directly. Never kill in front of witnesses. The voice echoes in my head. Somehow, it now sounds calmer. I burst into laughter.

I am no longer your assassin, Father. Your rules no longer apply to me.

I clean the blood off my blades and gaze at the soldiers before me. Fear is a weapon as powerful as any dagger. They will see. Let them talk. I am much more than a mere instrument of death.

"I am the true will of Crownol."

In front of me, a soldier screams and charges. I can't help but laugh and wield my blades once again.

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"Buzz!"

Suddenly, my communication crystal shines brightly. I quickly move it and hear an urgent voice: "Shadow#53! Your presence is urgently required at the central court of Trax! Category SS!" Upon hearing those words, my body trembles, as the SS category has never been issued before in the kingdom.

I extend my arm forward and activate my magical ability. "Speed." Everything around me slows down, and in the blink of an eye, everyone who is still alive has their heads separated from their bodies. Without looking back, I leap into the air and start running towards the central castle of this nation.

A buzz echoes around me as I cut through the wind and cross a portal. As soon as I emerge on the other side, my heart races at the sight before my eyes. My nation is in chaos, and the mighty shield that protected the main city is in pieces.

"Search for the elves in all the markets, don't let a single vendor escape, apprehend them all!" The voice of one of the court mages echoes through the air, commanding a small group of shadows. The sky is black, and the screams reverberate from all sides. What is happening?

The smell of magic is strong, almost making me dizzy. It seems like a massive explosion has occurred here. I ignore everything and continue at my speed.

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A woman suddenly appears on her knees before Aelius Veridius, and upon seeing this scene, I take a deep breath, for the moment of depravity has arrived.

The woman who has appeared is a striking figure, possessing a remarkable beauty that stands out. She has flawless, white skin that contrasts with her intense and vibrant red hair. Her hair cascades in flowing waves, imparting a unique and exotic appearance.

Her eyes are deep and expressive, shining with an intriguing blend of determination and mystery. They are cyan in color, standing out in contrast to her fair skin, conveying a sense of power and agility.

The ninja figure is slender and athletic, with perfectly proportioned curves that balance strength and agility. She is an image of elegance and grace, capable of moving with incredible dexterity and swiftness.

Her arms and legs are adorned with intricate tattoos that blend traditional Japanese elements with modern designs. The tattoos delicately wrap around her limbs, bringing a touch of mysticism and meaning to her appearance.

Strategically positioned on her back are two sharp daggers, secured to specialized equipment. The daggers have silver blades that gleam in the light, reflecting her lethal prowess and combat skills. They are elegantly and functionally designed, with intricately detailed handles.

The ninja wears a traditional attire that combines subtlety and practicality. She dons a lightweight and durable black kimono, expertly tailored to allow freedom of movement. Her attire is accentuated with black details, adding a touch of color and glamour to her look.

Aelius turns to me, his gaze filled with contempt and hatred, as he announces the presence of the woman I requested. "Here is the blade witch you asked for," he says with a voice steeped in bitterness. My heart quickens with anticipation of learning her identity.

Without wasting time, I question Aelius, "What is her name?" He visibly struggles to control his emotions, to contain the anger and hatred consuming him in this moment. Taking a deep breath, he replies with a trembling voice, "Blua Tomb, codename Shadows#53!"

My eyes fixate on Blua Tomb, who remains on her knees. The woman trembles slightly, even with all her experience and skill, as the situation is unsettling. The throne of the former emperor has been desecrated, Trax has been humiliated, the central shield has been destroyed, and now, to worsen the situation, a mere human is responsible for all of this.

"Rise," I command, my voice laden with authority and challenge. She obeys, trembling, and walks toward me. I raise my hand and grasp her feminine waist, lifting my head saying, "Remove your clothes and stand naked before me!"

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