Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

“Calmness is an essential virtue for an assassin, but it seems you’ve learned nothing from Silvio.”

Kane swung his spear through the empty air.

Whoosh!

Flames, twisting like a whip, struck the empty space.

Thud!

Melin was sent flying, like a kite with its string cut, and crashed into the ground.

Though both were Beginner-Tier 3rd class knights, the skill gap was immense.

“Ugh.”

Melin tried to push herself up from the ground but found it impossible.

Her ribs, likely fractured from the direct hit, prevented her from rising.

“It’s no wonder you’re so pathetic, everyone under Dirk is pathetic.”

The Dark Sentinels were divided.

Half served Ray Hatzfeld.

The other half served Dirk Hatzfeld.

In Kane’s past life,

Their leader, Silvio, initially pledged loyalty to Dirk, but later on swore allegiance to Ray Hatzfeld.

Since then, the Dark Sentinal became a source of terror across the continent.

Why?

Because he had poured his heart and soul into nurturing their growth.

“Ugh.”

“There’s no need to be frustrated. The others will end up just like you.”

“...I’ll watch your arrogance from hell.”

“Not a chance.”

Kane grabbed Melin’s mouth with lightning speed.

If an assassin is about to be captured, their code dictates they must commit suicide.

Predictably, as defeat loomed, Melin chose to end her life.

But he prevented her from doing so.

“Ugh!”

“You’re not allowed to die without my permission.”

Kane’s eyes formed a crescent shape.

His cheerful expression was filled with madness.

“If you want to die, spill all the information you have. Then I’ll kill you.”

Kane wanted the information Melin held.

He knew the future storyline, but

He wondered if anything had changed due to the Butterfly effect.

He was curious about Ray Hatzfeld’s current actions.

“Mmph!”

He removed the poison from her mouth.

“Resistance is futile. I need to get information from you.”

Melin struggled fiercely, but Kane was resolute.

He placed his hand on her collarbone.

“You will tell me everything of your own will.”

Then he applied pressure with his fingers.

“Aaah!”

As his fingers slowly dug into her skin, red blood began to flow.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

“Don’t scream so loudly; you won’t die.”

Kane gagged her mouth with a cloth.

If she could scream, it might alleviate some of the pain, but having her mouth covered doubled the agony.

“Mmph!”

Kane withdrew his hand.

The fingers that had dug into her collarbone were now drenched in blood.

Melin’s teary eyes followed Kane’s hand.

“Mmph!”

Her eyes widened in terror.

Kane’s hand was moving towards her ankle.

Realizing what his target was, her mind filled with dread.

As expected, Kane grasped her ankle.

“This is what you assassins fear the most, isn’t it?”

Kane crushed her Achilles tendon.

“Ugh!”

Her eyes rolled back.

Her body trembled like a leaf in a storm from the pain.

The mental shock was immense.

But Kane was unfazed.

Showing mercy to the enemy was a luxury.

He didn’t stop at one; he shattered the Achilles tendon on the other side as well.

“You have quite the endurance. Most others would have passed out by now.”

Kane smirked and rolled up his sleeves.

He sat down and began pulling out her fingernails one by one.

By the time he had removed about six,

Melin finally lost consciousness.

“Kids these days are so weak. An assassin who can’t endure this level of torture?”

Kane used mana to revive her.

Kane sighed and stopped walking.

“Camilla.”

“Yes?”

“Your nervous fidgeting behind me is distracting.”

“S-Sorry.”

Camilla hung her head low.

She looked like a forlorn puppy.

“Is this because of your mistake?”

“...I’m sorry.”

“You’ll need to steel your heart even more from now on. Especially when dealing with those you consider enemies, spare no mercy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind....”

Camilla still looked downcast.

“Don’t make mistakes next time. I won’t forgive you twice. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Until Kane said this.

“This is the end of it. Forget about your mistake.”

Only then did Camilla’s expression brighten.

She felt relieved by Kane’s forgiveness.

“Keep an eye on the slaves while I think for a bit.”

“Hehe, yes!”

Camilla smiled brightly and went to Peter’s subordinates.

Her strength was her innocence.

She quickly erased bad experiences from her mind.

Kane shook his head and fell back into thought.

‘Nothing has changed yet.’

There was no butterfly effect.

He was still moving according to Kane Rehinar’s scenario.

But things would start to twist slightly after he eliminated Melin.

Obtaining the magic grimoire might change the situation significantly.

‘Ray’s scenario has multiple branches. If the first plan fails, he’ll switch to the second.’

Ray Hatzfeld was the king’s illegitimate son.

He was the shadow of Hatzfeld but his position was unstable.

To secure his place, he needed to eliminate obstacles.

If he hits a wall, he would find another way around.

That was the only way Ray Hatzfeld could survive.

Any hesitation and his brothers, who saw him as a thorn in their side, would devour him.

‘I need to make him give up on the Fresia Empire quickly.’

If his plans here kept failing, he would turn his attention elsewhere.

That was all Kane could hope for.

‘First, I need to get the magic grimoire.’

He had to secure the artifact that would become his wings.

* * *

The journey from Rehinar to Philaec would take about two days.

“We should camp here for the night since it’s getting dark.”

Daniel sought Kane’s approval.

“I was just about to suggest we take a rest. Go ahead.”

Kane agreed readily.

Daniel and the caravan elders moved in perfect coordination.

Some set up tents.

Others prepared simple meals.

Some kept watch.

Their experience was evident.

After finishing their meal,

“I’m tired, so I’ll head in first, old man.”

“You must be even more tired since you’ve been out of the house. Please, rest.”

Daniel bowed respectfully, and the other elders followed suit.

Kane acknowledged their greetings and was about to enter his tent when he called for Camilla.

“Camilla.”

“Yes?”

“Keep a close watch on the slaves. Don’t let a single one escape.”

“Absolutely! I’ll be on high alert, don’t worry.”

After firmly instructing her, Kane entered his tent and extinguished the lantern. Then, he quietly slipped out the other side and vanished into the forest. No one noticed his movements. It was as silent as an assassin’s step.

‘The memories are coming back bit by bit.’

At first, the path seemed unfamiliar, but it became more familiar as he went along. Emerging from the forest, he saw the base of a mountain. Following the path up the mountain, he soon reached a certain point.

The air was clear, but occasionally strong gusts of wind blew through.

“No one knows that riding this air current will bring you to the summit.”

Where he stood was not the peak but around the two-thirds mark. To reach the summit, he had to leap off the cliff.

“It’s time.”

The moment he threw himself off the precipice, the strong wind lifted his body upward.

“Hup.”

Mana was useless here. He had to rely solely on the peculiar air current. Only then could he reach the summit. His face reddened from the lack of breath. Just as his lungs screamed for air, his body began to descend.

“Gasp!”

He took a deep, ragged breath.

As his breathing steadied and he lifted his head, an entirely different scene came into view.

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