Volume 2 Chapter 84 Azrael’s Death Sword User I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
As he quietly observed, the two who had exchanged simple greetings took their seats, and Shajar immediately turned his gaze toward Kian.
”You’re Kian Vahid, right?”
”…Yes.”
He didn’t say, “It’s been a while.”
In fact, he couldn’t say it.
Despite having almost perfectly suitable fiancée named Sarah, he ended up discarding that.
Meanwhile, he was one of those who had exiled him.
There was no way they could exchange words that indicated familiarity.
From Shajar’s perspective, Kian might also be a fake──one who used the ‘Azrael’s Death Sword’──and the one responsible for turning his daughter, Almeisa, to ash.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if there was intent to kill directed at him.
In fact, the elderly Twelve Divine Generals were casting sharp glares in his direction.
”Kian, come here.”
”Yes, Your Excellency.”
Following Maribel’s words, he stepped forward.
Shajar gazed intently at Kian’s physique, and his eyes widened in surprise.
He must have concluded that Kian had become a warrior incomparably stronger than before, based on his core balance and amount of magic power.
His gaze turned icy and sharp, a barely contained killing intent surged toward Kian’s neck.
(Shajar is convinced that I killed Almeisa.)
Although he still had the Windsong Blade with Tengu, it seemed that the presence or absence of the magic sword didn’t matter much.
The elderly Twelve Divine Generals trembled his lips strangely and spoke in a low voice.
”First, let me answer a few questions for you. Hey, Randy.”
”…”
The man called Randy was unusual.
While Shajar alone had drawn attention among the diplomatic group, it was actually this man who deserved more focus.
Kian frowned at Randy’s appearance as he stepped forward.
Silver hair.
Blue eyes.
Rough yet overwhelmingly beautiful face.
His face, neck, and arms were marred with multiple scars.
(This guy…)
Answering Shajar’s call was Randy, a man of the Wolfmen.
* * *
After parting ways with the delegation led by her father, Sarah was attempting to infiltrate the port of Châtillon County with a few of her disciples via a different route.
”What about the lighthouse’s light?”
”It’s fine.”
A whispering voice returned from her subordinate, the apostle.
Sarah and her group had docked a small boat in front of a forest even further away from the fishing village where Nizaam had landed.
They were maneuvering the currents and wind just enough to avoid detection by the magic power’s wave sensing during their infiltration operation.
They had arrived in the nearby sea by magic ship before the sun completely set, but her father, who had used teleportation to jump to Châtillon County, had likely gotten ahead of them.
Their objective was to eliminate Oswald of Ramsey, the former top candidate for ‘Azrael’s Death Sword User.’
According to confidential information, he was reportedly out in the vicinity despite it being dusk, supposedly for the protection of the monarch.
They were having the shaman locate their position while the Beastmen warrior monk was sniffing out Oswald’s scent.
”──Hide the boat behind the rocks.”
”Yes!” “Hide the boat!” “Land, land!”
They docked the boat on the deserted beach in front of the forest.
There were a few fishing nets set up by nearby fishermen, but they quickly finished their work while avoiding touching them as much as possible.
(Honestly, I wanted to handle the delegation myself.)
She trudged forward, burying her feet in the wet sand as she headed toward the forest.
Following behind were the shaman, the Beastmen, and other combat personnel.
(I wanted to deal with ‘Kian’ while my father handled the ‘Knights of the Sun.’)
However, if she went as the face of the delegation, assassinating ‘Kian’ would be difficult.
She never expected to be taken out in a single blow during negotiations.
There should be someone nearby, either Renaud de Châtillon or one of his sons.
Moreover, she felt somewhat uneasy about Shajar taking down Oswald.
After all, the enemy had defeated that Nizaam.
Even though it was night, the chances of success for Shajar, whose strength had significantly declined since his active days, were extremely low.
(Sometimes, emotions must be killed.)
As she entered the forest, Sarah organized her thoughts in her mind.
The important thing is the result.
She’ll leave that to Rufna, who is in charge over there.
She trust she will handle it.
”Lady Sarah, there’s a response from over there.”
The shaman, using the crystal ball to perform a simple ritual magic, whispered softly.
Sarah nodded slightly, covering her mouth with a black cloth, and kicked the dry leaves beneath her, leaping up into the tree.
”To the northeast. I smell steel and flesh.”
A Beastmen warrior monk announced in a deep voice.
Sarah and the others nodded to each other from their respective branches.
In the next instant, they blended into the darkness and began to move silently along the tree branches.
(The scent of the night wind. Damp and decayed.)
Jumping from tree to tree like a spider, they searched for the presence of enemies.
”────!”
After moving northeast for a while, Sarah’s eyes widened sharply as she landed like a snake from the branch down the trunk.
The distinct scent of leaf litter.
The presence of insects buzzing softly.
”────””……””────”
Ahead lay a steep cliff.
The terrain sloped upward toward the cliff.
There were many artificially planted trees in the area.
There weren’t many ferns at their feet.
”────”
Sarah squinted into the darkness.
(There it is──)
The cliff.
It was positioned just to overlook the fortress city of Châtillon.
There, a man with a blonde shaved head stood quietly, gazing down at the landscape.
The youth was clad in a special outfit made of cloth.
Its structure resembled the Apostle’s fabric armor worn by warrior monks.
(Then the blade should cut.)
The young man with the sun behind him remained motionless, facing away from Sarah and the others.
The wind blew from the fortress towards the cliff.
He wouldn’t notice their scent.
”────”
Sarah nodded to the nearby Beastmen warrior monk.
He was a tiger Beastmen.
Muscles honed and sharp senses were his weapons.
Sarah herself reached for the magic sword on her back.
There would be no mercy.
She would kill swiftly.
After finishing the job, she would go back to support her fathers.
She moved silently, completely concealing her presence as she approached Oswald from behind.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Fifteen meters.
Ten meters.
”────!”
(Now!)
Kicking off the ground, she drew her magic sword.
Swinging at the young man radiating a golden aura.
The aim was the neck.
To kill before he even realized he was dead──.
Sarah flexed her right arm and struck the magic sword against Oswald’s neck.
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