Chapter 155: The Knight Won’t Forgive the Golden Sun (4)

Though common sense would tell him not to, Salah proceeded with his plan to commit terrorism against Pendragon.

Hassassins.

That was the reason why he moved those filthy crows.

He didn’t hesitate at all. After all, if everything went according to his plan, the sultanate he ruled would gain great power.

And perhaps…

He could also obtain the mystics of a transcendence.

The South, including Irene Windler, was full of high level mystics. If he could have a few of them, he could endure even if it meant he had to fight in a war.

Shedding some blood was a small price for strength.

Especially when said strength would ensure their future.

He was sure this was what was going to happen, but…

“Irene…! Irene Windler! Will you please become my concubine?”

“…?”

At this moment, mystics and war had stopped becoming priorities in his mind. After all, the other half of him that he had been searching for his whole life had finally appeared before him. So, how could he not express his feelings?

Now, the sultan was reduced to become merely one of the countless males courting a single woman. He had forgotten about his plan to kidnap her as he had been so captivated with her.

“Do you find my proposal to be lacking? Do you wish to become a sultana instead? Haha, it would certainly be possible! After all, you are a Galahad.”

“Excuse me, since earlier, you…”

Irene was about to speak what she had in her mind.

While yes, she wasn’t exactly the kind of person who’d be upfront with others, she figured that she had to draw the line when she had to.

Especially…

What is this crazy person on about…?!

When facing a crazy person who couldn’t be reasoned with.

She was going to ask, ‘Can you please just get out of here?’ or ‘Do you have some kind of mental problem?’ politely, but…

Unfortunately…

Tak-!

“Sultan. I tried to be patient, but what are you doing? Why are you being so rude to Miss Irene?”

“Mage, what are you doing? How dare you touch me…”

Before Irene could even voice her indignation, a blond stepped in, aggressively hindering the sultan.

He was none other than the great disciple of the Magic Tower, Hyui de Beiron. Seeing the guy confronting him with an angry look, Salah’s face hardened, turning cold.

“Mage, can’t you see that I’m still talking with her? Why are you interfering when you aren’t even in the conversation?”

“Talking? Ha! From what I saw, it was just one-sided babbling.”

“Babbling? How dare you use that tone with me!!”

“So what? Got a problem?”

“You!”

Salah was furious towards the lowly mage who dared to act arrogantly towards him, the sultan, without any regards.

However, his opponent was no pushover.

“Do you think the Magic Tower is such a lowly place, huh?”

The mage threw a sharp remark, as if there was no more courtesy to be paid to the arrogant sultan.

The Magic Tower was the ivory tower of mages. It was no exaggeration to say that the power of the ivory tower accounted for 40% of the total power of the vast Central Continent.

In other words, if they put their mind to it, they could easily handle two or three sultanates.

That was also why…

“Mage Irene is a treasure of the magic world who should become the Magic Tower’s valuable talent. I’m warning you, should you show a coercive attitude and make ridiculous remarks at her, the Magic Tower won’t show you any mercy. Engrave that in your mind, you foreign vassal.”

“You bastard-!”

A sultan was pretty much equivalent to a king, and yet the man in front of him dared to refer to him as a mere vassal. It went without saying that he became more heated than ever.

Especially considering that he did that in front of the woman that he liked.

In his eyes, this was an unbearable insult.

Crack-!

Salah grabbed Huiy by the collar, while Huiy refused to back down.

This drove them to a stalemate.

These two men would fight at any moment.

Meanwhile, people in their surroundings…

“Amazing…!”

“The great disciple of the Magic Tower and the young sultan of the West fighting over a woman…? I can already tell what the headline for tomorrow’s news is.”

“Princess Irene is just too sinful, isn’t she? Hahaha!”

Were watching them with pleasure.

Where else would they get a chance to see the love story of those in power like this?

The nobles and young men, starving for stimulation, were excited by the love story of two men and the girl at the center of it all.

“…I wish it they would just fuck off.”

[Agree.]

As for Irene, she just honestly uttered her feelings of wanting to kick those two away no matter how infatuated they were with her.

“…Hmm.”

Meanwhile, a gray-haired boy who was watching the farce unfolding scratched his head.

This farce isn’t funny at all… What the hell is this…?

The more he watched, the more ridiculous it seemed, so the gray haired boy, Derrick, turned his gaze to the blonde-haired girl.

Though he felt a little sorry since he felt like he was peeking at her…

“…Status.”

At the same time, he also felt like he had to check out her status window.

Ding-!

“…Now I can understand why those people seem to be out of their minds.”

The girl’s trait left him dumbfounded. Her unique traits like ‘Cradle of the Archmage’ or ‘Fairy Child’ didn’t even catch his eye. He already predicted that she would possess such traits, after all. Instead, the traits that managed to catch his eyes were ‘Woman of Great Beauty’, ‘Sunfish’, and ‘Sickly Pretty Girl’.

Those were traits that the developers added as a joke.

In the case of the ‘Sunfish’, the stamina value of the character had to be 2 or less, so it was a trait that only a newborn baby who just had a first birthday had.

On the other hand, ‘Sickly Pretty Girl’ was no different from a brainwashing trait. It was a trait that worked especially well on the rich or powerful, because it was created based on the sickly female protagonists that sometimes appeared in dramas.

As for ‘Woman of Great Beauty’…

That’s the exact reason why the sultan and the mage fell for her.

It allowed her to charm men, especially the arrogant and narcissistic ones.

“…This combination is insane.”

Derrick wondered how she only had these extremely evil traits. Especially Sunfish, which was hard to obtain even if someone knew about it…

E-Even though the character will get a penalty and additional ability if they get the Sunfish trait… I absolutely don’t want to have it.

Derrick decided to give up on understanding the girl. She was armed with traits that he couldn’t have even if he wanted them. But, it was thanks to that she was able to capture those two ‘villains.’

Anyway, since the sultan is here, there’s a high chance that the Hassassins—

“No… They are just fodders at this point, no?”

We literally have a ‘Lv. 8 hero-class’ here…

Like…

“Derrick! Stop thinking about anything else, focus on our dance!”

“…S-Sorry, Karin, but… Isn’t this already the fifth time…?”

“So? Are you going to stop?”

“…No.”

“Then dance quickly.”

“…Yes.”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t continue his thoughts.

Because he just couldn’t afford to upset his partner any further.

Hassassins.

Even though they were called so, they were closer to a religious group than a real assassin organization. In some ways, they were similar to heretic inquisitors; grim reapers who’d gift death towards those who violated their doctrines or beliefs.

This made them objects of fear even in the West.

The reason why even the sultan did not accept them as subordinates was because not only were their beliefs too firm and strong, they were also too cruel in their methods. Once they made a move, they wouldn’t just eliminate their targets, but also massacre, kidnap, and torture all unrelated people.

This meant that even the sultans could be the subject of their cruelty. In a way, they were wild zebras that couldn’t be tamed.

In other words, they were crazy; those people couldn’t be controlled, and if one were to use them, they might end up biting them in the ass.

That was why the Hassassin weren’t used much even in the West. Entrusting them with a task was like waiting for a disaster to happen.

However…

“-·-·2-.”

“-·-33-·-.”

“-2-·-.”

They were the best on the continent in terms of skills. They communicated in codes they made themselves, and most of them were humans whose entire bodies had been modified through the Great Technique passed down in the group.

Not only were they capable of fighting, but they also had unique constitutions and abilities. If they wanted to, they could kill any—

“Do you have an entry permit?”

“──”

Froze-!

The Hassassins’ bodies froze.

Since when did he—?

The man was sitting on the rooftop, looking at the moon. He then directed his gaze at them with calm eyes. But they didn’t pay attention to that, as they were all staring at those laying around at the man’s feet.

They were their comrades who had come ahead of them; about ten of them were there.

What surprised them was that their skills were clearly enough to easily kill even a knight commander. Yet such skilled people…

“Worried about them? Are they your friends? If you want to take them, take them. I won’t stop you.”

“…”

“…You won’t? Unloyal bastards.”

Slash-!

“It would be better not to draw those.”

The dozens of Hassassins drew out their uniquely shaped swords.

Kukris; a machete-shaped sword that symbolized the strongest mercenary, the Gurkhas.

After drawing their swords like that, they…

“-·1-!”

Poured out toward the man. They showed their desperate determination to eliminate anyone who got in their way.

Swish-! Swish-!

The feast of blades displayed by dozens of Hassassins was no different from the iron bars of blades with no escape, and it was definitely a dangerous situation.

Slash-!

“…?”

However, the flowers that bloomed out of place, the ‘plum blossoms’ did not recognize such a situation as dangerous.

Swoosh-!

The fluttering plum blossom petals dug into the flesh of the Assassins…

Tearrr-!

Blood fountain burst along with the plum blossoms, shaped like flower petals.

Plum Blossom Blood Rain.

The plum blossoms that bloomed truly resembled the rain of blood.

“Let’s finish this up quietly. Don’t make a fuss.”

Don’t disturb the kids who’re having fun.

The man, Lee Han, rebuked softly.