In the rain, Alan reached for the side of his neck, scooping up some blood, and then pressed his hand against the wound. Rainwater mixed with blood flowed down between his fingers. The moment before this action, the healing magic tattoo had already been activated. The intermediate healing spell instantly repaired the smooth cut, but even so, some blood still seeped into his windpipe, choking him with the taste of rust. The action of covering his neck was to hide his healing magic tattoo, to show weakness. The opponent's strength was obviously very high. It was best not to reveal one's trump cards.
He raised his eyes and studied the four rabbit ears in the rain, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. Rabbit ears? I remember they're the Miltet tribe? So strong? Who is this?
Memories of the original plot flashed through his mind, but before he could figure it out, the other party spoke first.
The male Miltet, wearing a leather chainmail armor, spoke with a teasing tone that carried through the rain. "Oh my, this carefully prepared strike actually failed to kill him. How amazing, it's really the Sword of Silence, and so fast? Not just the Water God Style? There's also the Sword God Style?? A pity... it seems you haven't reached the Saint level yet. If you could use the Sword of Light, it would be troublesome. What a terrifying and enviable talent. Don't you think so? Jade?"
The rabbit-eared girl beside him, wrapped in black cloth strips and with a petite, revealing figure, spoke with a charming voice. "Yes, brother Nakul, it's so scary~" She tugged at her bright red hair by her ear, sizing up Alan with a seductive gaze. The cloth strips on her body were already soaked in the rain, clinging tightly to her body.
"Do you think we, as North God Sword Kings, can retreat unscathed against such a person?" Nakul stared at Alan's hand covering the wound and said slowly.
"I don't know about that. But..." She actually stuck out her tongue. "If we can't kill him, can't we still kill those little kids next to him?"
North God Style—Qiba School. On the battlefield, they would use any 'advantage' to turn it into a victory. This included beauty. And also... deceit.
However, standing opposite them was a transmigrator who knew the plot. Alan listened to their back-and-forth and was stunned for a moment, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Nakul, Jade. Twin brothers, each with a name. Together, they are the North God Style Sword King.
In the original plot, during the Asura Kingdom's succession war, they were hired by Darius to stop Rudeus and Ariel's group. They were a pair of long-famous North King twin assassins who pretended to be clones with their identical looks. Rudeus was distracted for a moment, and Eris, who had already been promoted to Sword King, cut them down at the cost of an injury.
Each of these two was only a North Saint. They could only reach the level of a North King through their tacit cooperation. But here... Alan's gaze swept over the rabbit-eared, red-haired girl, pausing slightly on her rabbit ears before looking at her face. A woman, her appearance completely different from Nakul's, and her sword speed and power were not as fast as his. She was not Jade. She should be another assassin of the same tribe, her strength probably at... the advanced level.
As expected of the North God Style. Whether they can win or not, they first try to bluff. If I really thought I was no match for them, I would have started to panic and show a weakness by now.
Alan quickly glanced at Philip's carriage not far away. The other party's face was no longer as calm as before. He was frantically trying to jump out of the carriage, but was held back by the servants beside him, kicking and struggling in a very undignified manner. The servant was also a loyal one, not letting go. A flash of anger crossed Alan's eyes for a moment before he turned his gaze away again.
Up to now, the situation was out of Philip's control. And the mission prompt said that this fake kidnapping and real assassination was aimed at me... Philip's butler leaked the information, and it caught James's attention? Ghislaine didn't appear in time because she was 'trapped' by the other twin... so there weren't enough people to assassinate me.
Now I should show weakness to the enemy, not speak, let them mistakenly think that my neck is still injured. When they charge up, I'll use Rock Strikes Water to kill them both in an instant. No problem.
"...Al... guh... Al... an." At that moment, a voice trembling so hard that the teeth chattered and the words were almost unclear came through the rain.
Alan was stunned for a moment and glanced behind him. Sylphie's face was covered in blood, her expression terrified. Her gaze was on Alan's hand covering his neck. Her limbs seemed to have lost all strength as she stumbled and crawled towards him, her clothes covered in mud. And beside her, Eris stared blankly at Alan, her face dotted with tiny blood spots from the sparks. Her fiery red pupils slowly widened in the rainy night.
"Thump!"
A cloud of dust suddenly rose! Alan's pupils contracted and he was about to draw his sword, but in the smoke, two hazy figures broke through the smoke and rain and were actually retreating at high speed!
Crap! My disguise was too obvious! These two are trying to run!! You really are the North God Style! You really don't fight an unprepared battle!?
"Sylphie, I'm fine! Go and heal Eris's face!!" His hoarse voice, mixed with blood, carried through the rain. But Eris's face turned slightly stunned at his words, and a trace of anger actually appeared. She pushed away the cat-girl who was hugging her and protecting her with her body, rushed in front of Sylphie, grabbed Sylphie who had gone limp and fallen into the muddy water, and dragged her towards Alan.
"I don't need healing! Use it on him! Don't worry about me!!"
Rudeus had already run up, shouting at the young lady in a fit of anger. "Listen to Alan! I can use healing magic too, you guys stay here first—"
The three little ones spoke very quickly, but the water on the ground exploded! Alan had already chased after the two like a cannonball. As his blade danced, he blasted a huge hole in the surrounding water vapor mixed with smoke and dust, and his figure swept through it. He only left behind one sentence, shattered in the wind and rain.
"Judging by the situation, that was the killing blow. There won't be any more follow-up moves. If there are, they'll come for me! But the kidnappers are afraid of leaving any survivors! Rudeus, you should stay and protect them. Don't disappoint me!!"
As Rudeus reached out to grab Alan but missed, the latter's figure had already become an afterimage. Rudeus grabbed at empty air, staring blankly at his hand for a long time. 'This time... I didn't catch him again.' This reminded him of when he fell into the snow valley.
Alan pushed his Dragon Saint's battle aura to the extreme, using the Sword of Silence's gliding technique to close the distance with the two in front of him in an instant. The three of them plunged into the woods by the side of the road one after another.
The rabbit-eared, advanced-level swordswoman was held in Nakul's arms. Seeing Alan chasing after them like a god of death, her rabbit liver almost split. "Nakul! Didn't you say you could succeed even with me?! You're trying to kill me! I shouldn't have listened to your bullshit in bed and followed you here! And aren't you a Saint-level without Jade? Why are you running??"
Nakul squinted, his voice unhurried. "His strength still exceeded my expectations. His mastery of the Sword God Style was completely unexpected... otherwise, this assassination should have been foolproof... and I couldn't judge if he could still fight in that situation. I thought we should retreat first. If he chased, it would prove that his injuries weren't serious. If he didn't chase, we would go back..."
'He chased! So he can still fight!!'
Nakul smiled and glanced at the scantily clad rabbit-eared girl in his arms, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. He chuckled. "In that case... it's time for you to be useful. Alan Boreas Greyrat, since you're from the Boreas family, bringing you here was not without a purpose, you know~"
Her red hair flew in the wind. The rabbit girl's face stiffened, and her gaze turned to Nakul. The next moment, he threw her behind him!
Alan's figure lunged forward, but seeing a beast-girl flying towards him, he instinctively used the Flow Secret Art to catch her, driven by his body's genetic instinct. When he turned his head, Nakul had already plunged into the forest.
Alan raised an eyebrow and placed his blade on the neck of the red-haired rabbit girl who had fallen to the ground, her face full of panic. "Where is Ghislaine?"
The rabbit girl finally realized that Nakul had brought her here for this purpose. Her face turned pale. The cold glint of the blade struck the rain, splashing continuously on her face. Alan just looked at her expressionlessly and asked again. "Where is Ghislaine, fake Jade?"
Hearing this, 'Jade' blinked rapidly, actually turned over and carefully prostrated herself on the ground, adopting a more beast-like posture. The cloth strips on her body fell to the ground. She looked up at Alan with a submissive expression. Her voice trembled. "Th-that Ghislaine... I don't know... actually, I was forced to come here. If you like... I can..." She blinked her round eyes, looking at the tip of the blade so close to her, and swallowed. Then, she stuck out her Miltet-specific, rabbit-like tongue and, in the flowing rain, actually licked her way up Alan's blade.
The tip of the blade. The body of the blade. The hilt of the blade.
Her gaze was fixed on Alan's face. Alan looked at her posture, seemingly a bit shy, and a bit 'unable to bear it', and averted his gaze, looking at the direction where Nakul had disappeared into the rain. A look of joy for having survived appeared in 'Jade's' eyes. Amidst the joy, her vision even shook with excitement!
Then, her head plunged into the muddy water. Her body was still respectfully prostrated on the ground. Blood spurted from her severed neck like a fountain, mixing with the rain.
The hope of life. Was ultimately in vain.
Alan raised his sword and turned, his voice mixing with the blood and scattering in the rain. "Low-level."
"Running away in a panic, Nakul? But can you cover up the traces you left behind by running so fast?"
"I am..."
"A perception type."
In the pattering rain, the sound of his voice lingered, but Alan's figure had already disappeared.
In the eyes of the head on the ground, there was still a look of joy.
(Author's Note)
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