The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin

The sky, once filled with dark clouds, cleared, and the sun revealed itself in an instant.

The golden armor of the sun reflected light that dazzled my eyes.

What is this?

For three seconds, this phrase seemed to repeat in my mind hundreds of times.

Among the knight orders I know on this continent, there is no knight wearing such armor.

In fact, I doubt if this can even be called a knight.

To my eyes, the presence before me doesn’t even appear human.

Perhaps everyone around, including myself, is thinking the same thing about this being.

A god.

Or a knight of a god.

A knight commanded by a god has appeared from the heavens.

To save the owner of the Holy Sword from the wielder of the Demonic Sword.

“…!”

In an instant, tremors ran through the hand holding Kaeram.

It wasn’t my hand trembling.

This trembling originated solely from Kaeram.

Through the trembling that traveled through her hand, I could feel her anxious heart.

It was the first time.

Has there ever been a moment when she felt such anxiety in front of something?

I dare say this wasn’t like the usual emotional fluctuations that seem trivial to her.

Kaeram was clearly on high alert against the knight before her.

[Th-these insane beings…!]

Her voice trembled, conveying even fear.

Seeing her like this, I immediately manifested the power of mist.

“Shadow Arts: Scattering eight petals!”

The formidable technique of the high-level martial arts, slicing through even tough epidermis.

No one has ever withstood this technique without being torn apart.

However,

“…!”

In the silent surroundings, the sound of metal rang out exactly eight times.

During the eight swings of my sword, Kaeram couldn’t land a single blow on the knight’s armor.

The knight thoroughly guarded against all my strikes with my sword.

“….”

The knight’s eyes finally met mine.

Eyes shining with dazzling brilliance beneath the golden helmet.

Perhaps it’s my mood, but it seemed to look down on me with great disdain.

Slightly angered, I immediately prepared the next technique.

But,

-Clang!

This time, the knight struck first.

Speed comparable to the leader’s movements.

I stopped my technique and hastily retreated.

-Kugukwong

Just by thrusting the spear into the ground, a sound like thunder echoed.

No, it would be more appropriate to say lightning struck.

If I hadn’t dodged the blow of that spear just now, I would have suffered damage no different from being struck by lightning.

“Hoo….”

As I sighed, heat rose from my body.

With the rising heat, my blood boiled.

Yes, even the gods themselves seem to intervene to save the demon disguised in the cloak of a savior, willing to step out now?

The heat spread.

What value is there in trying to protect such a despicable creature, to the extent of sacrificing even the gods of the heavenly realm?

Well, it doesn’t matter.

That one is a being that must be thoroughly erased from the world I live in.

And if there are those who hinder that,

Even if it’s a god, I will kill them all.

With this determination, as I was about to unleash Kaeram’s power in earnest,

“…?”

For some reason, Kaeram didn’t respond.

“What are you doing, Kaeram?”

[…….]

There’s no way she’d suddenly fall asleep in a situation like this.

She was perfectly awake, yet, for some reason, she didn’t respond to my question at all.

Instead,

-Swish

The knight, holding the spear, approached Aschel instead of me and placed his hand on his head.

Aschel accepted the knight’s hand without resistance or response.

As if receiving a baptism.

-Whirring

Then, light emanated from the point where the hand and head met.

Enveloped in an inexplicable light, as if entranced, he wore a blissful expression before suddenly exclaiming,

“…!”

And just like that, he vanished along with the light.

He escaped.

Boldly, right before my eyes.

In my bewildered and astonished state, I looked at the knight who had facilitated his escape.

The knight, in turn, glanced back at me momentarily,

-Whoosh

Emitting the same light, he too vanished.

[TL/N: Does the author not get tired bruh.]
[PR/N: AGAIN? This is bc cyan gave him 3 fucking minutes wtf.]

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In a situation where even the slightest movement could cost him his life,

Boris manifested a minuscule amount of mana in his hands, smaller than a fingernail, so as not to be noticed.

However,

“Ahh!”

With a scream, Boris recoiled forward, and the mana immediately dissipated.

Thick blood streamed down from the shoulder pierced by the knife.

“No, no, this can’t be. Where else would you attempt to use magic? It’s my turn now…”

Silica remained stooped over, facing the pained Boris.

“Why are you in such a state? Who dared to torment the despicable, if not repulsive, Boris?”

Boris was in too much agony to respond.

“What does it matter what happened? What’s important is that I’ve seized an opportunity, haven’t I? A chance to thoroughly teach you a lesson.”

Boris, barely able to lift his head, glanced at the abandoned book that had fallen five paces away.

“M-Mia, why?”

Mia spoke with an indifferent expression, as if it was nothing.

“I realized that the nightmares I had were not just nightmares. And I also learned whose voice was crying out to me. From that realization, there’s no reason for me to stay with Boris anymore.”

“That’s a mistaken thought, Mia! You should be with us—”

Before Boris could earnestly appeal, he let out another scream.

“There’s no time for sermons, Boris.”

Silica stomped on his wounded area with her foot.

From Boris’s writhing form, a white book fell out.

It was the Hishkrea.

Struggling, Boris reached out for the Scriptures amidst the urgency.

As soon as he grasped it, he quickly opened it to confirm the contents.

“…!”

Boris’s eyes began to tremble eagerly as he read the sequence of words.

“Mia said that? That you and Aschel were planning something very interesting here. Planning something that might even be beyond your control. I came to see what it was all about.”

After a moment, Mia brought something from one side of the room.

It was a small box, perfectly mixed with gold and silver.

“Leaving room for chance would be risky, wouldn’t it? So, it’s best to deal with it decisively. So that none of you have any remaining options.”

With a nonchalant expression, Mia handed the box to Silica.

It looked like a jewelry box at a glance.

Silica, who was about to open the box, confirmed that it was locked with magic and then looked back at Boris.

“You’ve sealed it with quite a complicated spell, haven’t you? Is there a gift for me inside?”

At the mention of a gift, Boris chuckled.

Then, he sighed deeply and opened his mouth with a crestfallen expression.

“I won’t say ‘don’t kill me’ now. Whether you beat me to death, tear me apart, or throw me into boiling magma, do as you please. Because the future has already changed.”

“It’s refreshing to see you resigned like this. Does it mean even the last resort has lost its meaning now?”

“I told you, didn’t I? The future has already changed. The future designated by the scriptures remains unchanged. It’s just that the process leading to that end has changed because of you and that so-called chosen successor!”

Boris screamed, mocking himself, as Silica looked on.

“We’ve surpassed what we can handle. It’s time for them to be truly reborn for a new order.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Who else could it be? Obviously, those who don’t want the order of this continent to change. It may have already begun. I wonder, by now, who Cyan Vert is clashing swords with…?”

With a strange question, Boris continued speaking.

“Are you curious about what’s in that box? I warn you, don’t open it. Even the banished deity you worship wouldn’t encourage it to be opened. It’s something you can’t handle, let alone… even Cyan Vert!”

Boris laughed maniacally, as if he thought everything was over.

-Thud

Suddenly, Silica’s mood changed, and she slammed his face to the ground.

Boris slumped to the ground like a powerless doll.

“Seeing Boris, who was always so composed, in this state is refreshing.”

Watching the situation unfold, Mia expressed her indifferent appreciation.

“There’s no other choice. When all paths are blocked, and no escape route is in sight, humans tend to turn to despair.”

As if to bring an end to it all, Silica gently lifted her sword.

-Thud Thud

At that moment, the sound of someone’s footsteps came through the gap in the open door.

Sensing the presence, Silica immediately turned her head.

Not one, but two sets of footsteps.

The protagonists of the presence soon opened the door.

Without any intention of hiding, Silica greeted the visitors head-on.

“…!”

The women who entered the room couldn’t help but be startled by the scene before them.

Violet and Arin.

They were princesses of the empire.

“W-what is this?”

With bloodstains scattered on the floor and Boris collapsed, Violet and Arin couldn’t hide their confusion upon seeing Silica standing confidently beside him.

“M-Mist!”

Arin instinctively drew her sword.

“Step back, sis!”

Pushed back by Arin, Violet, with a bewildered expression, spoke up.

“That person is one of the Mist who kidnapped me!”

Smiling in response to Arin’s guarded stance, Silica spoke.

“Where is Cyan, who promised to show mercy? Why are you here?”

“T-that’s what I wanted to ask! What were you doing while Cyan was fighting with the other knights?”

“I didn’t need to be by his side, so I wasn’t. He could handle the situation alone just fine.”

Though she had sent other members just in case, she trusted Cyan’s abilities well enough to believe there wouldn’t be any problems.

“Instead, I’m here to solve a problem on the other side. But unexpectedly, I ran into the princesses. It’s turned into quite a favorable situation for me.”

To Silica, who originally targeted Arin, this was like a gift falling into her lap.

Setting down the box she was holding for a moment, Silica began to approach the princesses.

Sensing the threat, Arin took a step back.

But realizing that retreating would be futile, she instead adjusted her grip on the sword and rushed forward.

“Hayap!”

-Whoosh

Despite her spirited charge, Silica simply turned her shoulder, evading Arin’s strike.

Undeterred, Arin continued to spin her body and strike.

“…!”

A rather threatening swing.

Silica’s hair fluttered slightly as it was grazed by Arin’s attack.

Before she could retaliate, Arin relentlessly swung her sword.

-Thud Thud Thud

At that moment, unexpectedly, Violet, who had been observing from behind, suddenly threw herself forward bare-handed.

“…?”

Momentarily taken aback by the unexpected charge,

Violet soon launched herself not at Arin or Silica, but towards the ground.

“If I have that…”

With desperate eyes fixed on something, it was none other than

“I can undo everything!”

The box that Silica had set down on the ground.