B2 Chapter 12: Attempting an Assassination

B2 Chapter 12: Attempting an Assassination

Who are you? Asked a bald teen, the second Luke rounded the corner.

Rex. Luke said casually, and without skipping a beat, lifted the vial of healing potions in his hand, he gestured towards the door behind him. I brought some potions for the Empress.

The teen lifted an eyebrow, and cocked his head to the side. Slowly raking his eyes up and down Lukes body, a confused expression settled over his face.

Ive never seen you before. Where are you from? He asked.

Luke stilled his gaze, and met the suspicious gaze as calmly as he could. Very aware of the ring on the teen's hand, he activated the base version of the First Truth of Death. It would be enough to alert him if or more likely, when the Clan Skyscar member turned hostile.

Im from Sixra. He said, cocking his own head to the side in faux confusion, while his heart hammered in his chest. Thats where Jax wanted to go, so it should be fine hopefully.

The teens eyebrows furrowed. Me too Why do you have hair?

Huh?

Why do you have hair? He repeated.

Why dont you have hair? A dumbfounded look appeared on his face. Look, whats with these questions? I have to give the Empress her medicine, if you havent noticed were in a bit of a situation right now.

Outside the castle, a particularly violent explosion went off, and even inside the barrier the resulting shockwave could be felt.

What is Heracles doing? Luke thought incredulously. Glancing out the window nervously. The bald teen didnt budge from the door.

Listen, do you really want to stall me when a Gods Child is outside the barrier?

Um The teen looked between him and the door nervously. A look of resolve came over his face. 0

His Technique practically screamed at him within his head.

Fuck. Luke shot through the air towards him.

His opponent's storage ring flashed.

With his fist extended, he punched the kid in the stomach as hard as he possibly could. Wincing slightly as he felt the other warriors rib crack under the force of his attack.

A dagger appeared in his foes hand, and suddenly, the drain on Lukes mana exceeded his passive regeneration.

Alerted by the technique, he flew back a meter, causing the Skyscar teens dagger to miss his throat by mere inches.

That was all Luke needed.

With his opponent over extended, he called Bellerophons Blade from his inventory into his hands, and in a quick motion, he slapped the Skyscar clan member with the flat of his blade, leaving a shallow cut on his temple that both dazed him and sent him stumbling back deeper into the hallway. Then before he could recover, he sliced clean through his wrist. Both his storage ring and dagger tumbled to the ground along with his severed appendage.

A pained look came over his face, but the teen grit his teeth, and charged towards Luke.

Hes not making any noise. Luke realized. Why? He thought to himself, even though he already knew the answer. The teens oath made him fight, but it didnt make him call for help. Nor did it make him fight well.

Kicking him in the chest, he knocked him down and pressed his blade against his neck. A single drop of blood ran down the side of his throat.

A look of acceptance came over his face, but Luke knew better than to believe it. He was scared.

Luke cursed under his breath, and with a quick gesture, impaled his remaining wrist with his sword. Making him lose the use of his hand, while keeping it mostly intact. Inflicting enough damage that he would lose use of it for the near future, but also not enough to leave him permanently cripled. A small mercy.

Hes weaker than me, he's eighteen, maybe nineteen, and I doubt hes been a warrior for long. He doesnt have a technique, so hes practically disarmed, and without the use of his hands, even if he does attack, it will be weak. nove(l)bi(n.)com

What are you waiting for, hur He dashed towards the door and made to escape, only to stop in his tracks when he found a golden blade stopping him from passing.

What the fuck, man? Just make up your mind. Do you want to die, or not? Luke thought miserably.

The teen stepped back. Luke stepped forward. His back pressed against the wall, he lifted both hands in the air. Its the oath I cant resis

Frowning in resignation, he held his sword against his chest. He didnt want to kill him, and a small callous part of him regretted showing mercy in the first place. It would have been easier in a way if he had just died in combat. At least then, he wouldnt have had to feel like an executioner.

It wasnt a role Luke was eager to play. To consign someone he knew nothing about to death It was one thing with Tyrisa. She deserved it. Some like the bald teen though? His only sin was being weaker than her.

It would be wrong to kill him.

Luke didnt know what his oath made him do, and what he did willingly. He didnt know if the Rebel was holding his family hostage or not. He didnt know a lot, but what he did know was that if he killed him, it would be final.

His soul would be sucked into the Aether, and from there, not even he knew what would happen to it. At the same time, he couldnt risk having him around. Knocking out a Warrior-tier wasnt easy. Restraining him with ropes wouldnt work. Not when mana physically interacted with space.

Before he could make a decision one way or the other, the choice was taken out of his hands.

The First Truth of Death blazed in the back of his head, and with a sense of numbness, Luke let what he saw coming happen.

The bald teen kicked off the wall, and impaled himself on Lukes sword. His mouth opened wide, he tried and failed to bite at Lukes neck.

Ill kill Luke twisted his blade in his chest. Ghhrrk.

Stepping back, Luke watched with a frown on his face, as his foe stumbled onto his knees. A wind suddenly drafted across the room, and a cyclone started to form around his form.

What the a skill or a bloodline? He thought absently, before erasing the thought from his mind. It didnt matter now.

Taking a deep breath, Luke stopped and, pulling his blade free from his torso, he slashed it horizontally, and severed his foes head from his body. A deep frown settled on his face, as a message from the seed flashed across his vision.

+ 5 Stat Points

He had to know that wasnt going to work, right? Luke thought miserably. Now isnt the time to be upset about it though.

Shaking his head, at having killed yet another person, he turned on his heel and walked towards the bed, towards the prone form of the would be Empress.

It was finally time to do what he had come here for. It hadnt been long since he had passed through the barrier, but he fully expected the other Warrior-tier, Cleo, as the teen had called her, to be back any second.

He wanted to be gone by then.

Out of the castle, and out past the wards. Where he could hopefully escape with Nel. Who he desperately wished had managed to calm down her griffin. Eyeing the golden storage ring on her finger, he quickly reached forward, and pulled it free. Turning it over in his hand, he attempted to send it into his inventory, only to fail. The second time it happened to him.

Are storage rings just incompatible to my inventory?

Frowning, he put the thought aside for the moment. It wasn't the time.

All this mana is going to hurt. He realized, as rose into the air above her and positioned his sword over her heart.

He had feared that she would have put up some manner of protection over herself, but if she really came here while she was unconscious, it wouldnt be strange for her unwilling conscripts to be lax with her security, and as his blade poked at her robe, he realized that they truly hadnt.

Finding his mouth suddenly growing dry, he reached into his inventory, and pulled out a handful of Heracless Hero-tier protective talismans. Ripping the tab of all of them, he sent most to his inventory, while leaving one between him and her, from which his sword stuck out from the bottom.

He hoped that she wouldnt wake, and would instead die in her sleep. As it was though, he knew how unlikely that was going to be.

Taking one last deep breath, he heaved his sword into the air, and plunged it down onto her with every ounce of strength he could muster.