A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

Chapter 160

160 – Assassin in the Dark (6)

Vacation.

With the long period of two months and the introduction of the Magical Autonomous Line, students’ lives during vacation have become somewhat different from the existing academy methods.

Even for the Marquess of Hastings, which is said to be the furthest among the various fiefdoms, with the introduction of the magic automatic ship, it was possible to travel between Orosol and the fiefdom in just three days round trip.

Even in areas where the magic automatic ship does not travel, if you take the magic automatic ship to a nearby marquis or count’s house and then take a carriage, you can return to your hometown in 10 days round trip.

-Aren’t you coming down?

Even nobles are parents before they are nobles.

Previously, when they attended the academy, they had to ride a carriage for a long time even if they wanted to go down, so they just spent their vacations at the academy to experience monastic life, but times changed with the introduction of imperial culture.

As a result, you and I both received letters telling us to return home, and Orosol Academy even said that they were giving out free round-trip tickets for the Magical Autonomous Line to students returning home.

The atmosphere becomes strange if left behind.

Previously, they would have stayed in the royal capital, made many acquaintances, and expanded their social circle, but all new students who entered Orosol Academy were called home.

I’m curious.

Life at Orosol Academy.

Starting with the Magical Autonomous Ship, what a convenient place Orosol Academy is, where the imperial way of life has been introduced.

Is it really true that in each room’s separate bathroom, hot water comes out just by changing the direction of the faucet? Does the toilet flush automatically when you press a button? Is it really possible to enjoy a more convenient life without magic than with magic?

Because of that kind of atmosphere, there are many cases where everyone is packing their bags to go back to their hometown.

“Whoo, whoo.”

Here.

“Young master, you need to pack your bags, not exercise.”

“Whoo, whoo. Just one more rhythm.”

“If you are talking about the imperial word, it is called a cycle.”

There is a boy who does not pack what he is told to pack, but is devoted to his training.

“My mother called. Her younger brothers also wrote to say they wanted to see them. Above all, the Count called.”

“…”

The boy continued to do his push-ups, sweating silently.

“Training can also be done in Gibraltar.”

“Ahh…!!”

A boy who is sick as if his stomach is vomiting out boiling sounds, but he does not scream harshly.

“I don’t want to go…!”

Noir Gibraltar did push-ups on the bed and sank his face into the pillow.

“If I go, I have to spar with my father again…!”

Sometimes, among academy students, there are those who do not want to be separated from their academy friends and try to stay in the dormitory.

However, other than those people, there are some students who try to stay in the dormitory solely because they do not want to go home.

Some people think of uncomfortable things when they go home, so they feel sorry for their families, but they say it is much more comfortable to live at the academy.

Some people are uncomfortable at home, and rather than returning to their hometown, they would rather think of the academy as their new home in peace.

Also, for some people, it is obvious that when they return to their hometown, they will have a hard time using profanity, and they are frustrated and despair that vacation is no longer vacation.

Noir Gibraltar is like that.

“When I get home, my father will definitely say that! He will want to see for himself how much my skills have improved at the academy…!”

“Is that more difficult than receiving ‘guardian’ looks from students at the academy?”

“He’s a guardian! Not a protector!”

“You’re right, right? Nostrum is a shield that must be protected at all costs.”

“Ugh…”

Noir completely spread out on the bed.

“After hearing that story, I guess it’s easier to be physically challenged…”

Noir, 14 years old.

“Rather than worrying about what other people think and spewing out meaningless words, I think it’s easier to sweat to the point where my mouth gets sore.”

“Yes. Master, you are more suited to using your body rather than using your head.”

“What? Hey, I’m second in class, right? “I only get 14 credits for subjects that require brainpower, not hard work?”

“Regardless of the effort, it is a difference in inclination. Haam.”

In Noir’s dormitory room, Wednesday sat on the bed of the freshman who had now packed up and left for her hometown.

She spoke with a short yawn.

“So you’re really not going?”

“…I have to go. What happens if I don’t go? It’s not my father…”

Noir shuddered for a moment.

“My brother will roll me over.”

“…”

“You don’t know. I’m glad I got to train with my father in an open training ground, but training with my older brother… Ugh.”

Just thinking about it gave Noir goosebumps, and he trembled from head to toe.

“I’ve never seen it in person, so I don’t know…”

“It’s because you don’t know much. My brother…”

Noir, who was about to stand up and express his grievances her her her, took a moment to catch his breath her her her.

“…Call Lord Mente to punish me.”

She glanced around and spoke as if she was lamenting.

“Why? I’m curious?”

“To be honest, a little.”

“Then, just listen for a moment.”

Wednesday obediently approached Noir.

“My brother is a thorough combatant, and he spars with the intention of killing me at any time.”

“Practical fighter…?”

“Yes.”

Noir’s trembling went right into Wednesday’s ears.

“I didn’t know when and where the assassin would appear, so I sparred as if I was dealing with an assassin. … I died dozens of times a day.”

* * *

Suddenly.

Swing a stick.

He takes out the ‘blade’ contained within the cane and swings the cane, which was used as a scabbard, forward.

“aaah!”

A short scream.

The tip of the cane flew right between the eyes of his, so of course it would hurt.

It wasn’t just thrown, it was thrown accurately with mana in it.

If it had been a cane in shape and the end was not blunt, if it had been a dagger, the scream would have been a final word and the person would have fallen down.

What.

Phu-uuk.

Push the blade forward.

Dig into the gap between the collars and stab the tip of the single-edged sword straight through the ribs toward the heart.

“Oh, huh…?”

That is the assassin’s will.

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The assassin, completely covered in black from head to toe, with only his blue eyes visible, died with an Auror blade stuck in his heart.

I can see puzzle in the eyes looking at me.

Pain is pain, and the look in his eyes as if he never thought he would kill himself.

“What.”

Just because you hit it with a sword-shaped scabbard, doesn’t mean it won’t kill you.

“It’s the fault of those who didn’t show up as guests even though I gave them three chances.”

“Hit it—!”

Could it be that I killed the first assassin mercilessly?

When the person who appeared to be the leader of the assassins gave instructions, the assassins hiding throughout the room ran towards me.

Face. Stomach. Side. Behind the scenes.

It seemed like they were really trying to kill me, and the daggers they were holding to be full of poison that should not be touched.

“A knight? After being ordered as a knight, I worked as an assassin-“

Before I could finish speaking, the blade came first.

“Tsk.”

If your mouth is open and you don’t even want to talk, the only way to answer is with a knife.

“Leave a will.”

Swing the sword three times.

One large swing upward, one light half-turn diagonally to the empty side, and one large horizontal motion as if turning around an axis with the foot on the carpet.

Suddenly.

The sounds were made almost at the same time, but three people were cut.

“What-“

Shock flashes in the eyes of the person who was the last to try to sneak in from behind.

The image that flashed in his eyes was the three assassins collapsing among themselves, with blood pouring from their chests.

“Is that a will?”

Retrieving his knife, he twists his wrist and stabs him backwards, grabbing the knife in return.

The assassin’s eyes widened and he stopped in place after being struck precisely in the heart, and I took a step back, pulling out my knife.

Boom.

The assassin fell.

Although it was a brief moment of less than 20 seconds, there were five deaths in the chairman’s office.

“There is only one person left. “The captain.”

“…”

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The assassin leader, who used the desk in the chairman’s office as cover, looked at me with slightly confused eyes and pointed his dagger at me.

“Are you surprised that I took down an assassin who was a high-level knight so easily, or are you surprised that I killed him without mercy?”

“…”

“Ah, are you surprised by this? That’s possible.”

I lightly held the single-edged sword extending from the handle of the staff with my hand.

“It’s natural to be surprised to see an imperial swordsman using an imperial blade, complete with Aura, not anywhere else but in Gibraltar.”

“…Gray Gibraltar.”

The assassin leader opened his mouth.

“Know who we are…” ” “

“What difference will it make if I know?”

“What?”

“Because Gibraltar is not a quiet enough dog to stay quiet against those who came to kill me.”

The red carpet turns red.

To prepare for times like this, I deliberately colored the carpet on the floor red, but it still doesn’t feel good to see blood seeing in.

“Damn. I can’t ask the person involved to compensate.”

“…”

“What are you going to do? I bought this with the income from the empire. It’s more expensive than your annual salary.”

“I see. The appearance on the outside…Was it all an act?”

“Accurate.”

I clapped my hands lightly while holding the sword.

“And showing that side of me doesn’t mean I have no intention of letting the public know.”

“Wait a minute.”

The assassin leader urgently stretched out his hand.

“We’ll make a deal. We’ll keep it a secret. So…”

“If I kill you, the secret will be kept forever, right?”

“Wait a minute. If you kill me, you’ll be more suspicious, right? They’ll definitely think Gray Gibraltar killed us all.”

“It would be strange to think how they killed him.”

I walked forward, pointing my sword forward.

“I wonder what your master will think. He sent his men to Gray Gibraltar’s room and they were killed. But the reason you heard about it was because the news was cut off. If so, you can definitely guess that Gray killed you guys…”

Sreuk.

“Do you think Gray, the idiot with a bad leg, has cut down all the high-level knight-level assassins? I don’t know.”

Attach the opposite index and middle fingers to the tip of the blade and add more mana to the Aura Blade.

“Grey Gibraltar is secretly carrying around a Master-level shadow. Wouldn’t it be more correct to think like that?”

“No way, there is a reason why Robert Seville’s whereabouts remain unknown…!”

“Thank you for catching me. I’m going to die anyway.”

“Kaaa!!”

The assassin leader runs screaming.

It is an attack that risks the life of a person who senses that he or she will not be able to return alive, let alone his mission his, unless he somehow subdues or kills me.

“You want to kill him. Yes. Aside from being a master, if you see him secretly hiding and using an imperial blade.”

I met the opponent from the front.

“If you’re curious, it’s why you touched me now.”

Kaaang!

“I guess we can ask the person concerned about that later, right?”

A very honest blow, not befitting an assassin.

“Isn’t that right? Mr. Knight of the Golden Dawn.”

“!!”

The sword stopped.

“There may have been a reason why a knight from the 1st Royal Knights attacked me while wearing such tacky clothes that not even the Shadows of the Empire would wear, but that is not a reason for me to die.”

“You… !”

“If you choose to hide your identity, I will treat you that way. But if you choose to die as a knight and not as an unknown assassin.”

I posed according to the traditional rituals of the Nostrum Kingdom.

“As the [Master] Of Gibraltar, I will accept a life-threatening sparring. How about it?”

“…”

“Hesitate? Then, the answer is-“

“…Knights of the Golden Dawn, Lionel Barcel.”

The assassin said so and took out a sword from behind his back.

“Whether you believe it or not, it’s your freedom.”

“Don’t believe it. There is no way that the illegitimate son of the Barcel family, who absolutely follows St.

“…”

An unknown assassin takes a stance.

The energy radiating from the outside is clearly that of a high-ranking knight.

“Let me tell you one thing: I’m not good at remembering people’s names.”

“…”

“But at this moment, I remember your name. Rest assured, after tonight, I will forget everything.”

The posture that extends while holding the sparring posture is clearly the unique nose-holding style of the 1st Royal Knights.

A sword technique that appears to have been derived from Zeros Barcel, the leader of the Royal Knights.

“Current time, 11:18. If I can hold on to my sword until midnight, at least I won’t have to go to Knight Commander Barcel and argue.”

“…Why?”

“It’s nothing special.”

Because I saw it in the revolutionary army?

Or is it because you feel sorry for the knight who was forced to be sent under the orders of the Incompetent King?

Was it because you felt sorry for him that he was born to a marquis named Barcel but he was pushed out because he was an illegitimate child?

Because it reminds me of how they worked hard for an incompetent king before the fall, and for Nostrum, who wouldn’t be surprised if they disappeared into history after the fall?

Not at all.

“I told you.”

Rather than that reason, a more intuitive reason.

“I’m in a good mood today.”

Just showing a little mercy.

“The outcome of you dying here doesn’t change, so it’s up to me how to kill him. And…”

Putting aura into the blade, I also take a stance.

“If I’m going to die as a knight, I can at least show that level of ‘consideration’ at the end.”

“aaahhh!!”

Suddenly.

…

11:29.