Volume 2 Chapter 87 Desperate Surprise Attack
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Though Natra had said to hold back on sexual activities, she playfully teased him while writing, gently kissing his cheeks and ears.
If the pen tip trembled, she’d whisper in his ear, “You’re not writing properly. Come on, focus,” while deliberately making slurping sounds as she licked his ear.
Honestly, it wasn’t the moment to compose anything, but somehow, he managed to gather his thoughts and successfully create a letter.
”Hehe, with that bright red face, you’re quite cute, my lord.”
”I’m a 30-something dude. Cute… please don’t tease me too much.”
”I’m sorry.”
Natra quickly pulled away without any signs of embarrassment.
Kian rolled up the letter and attached it to the bat’s body, releasing it from the balcony.
All he had to do now was take care of the servants while waiting for aid to arrive.
Natra had said.
”I’ll handle the door; you watch the balcony.”
”Got it.”
He watched as the bat flew off into the dark night.
Within Kian’s sight, small familiars with wings danced in the casino sky like sparkling jewels.
Just as they attempted to circle around the castle wall, they were suddenly struck down by something invisible.
* * *
At the same time, the door Natra had closed burst open forcefully, slamming into the feet of a male servant leaning against the wall and bouncing back.
The relaxed atmosphere tightened drastically.
Natra instantly drew her longsword and stepped forward.
A strong wind blew in from the balcony, extinguishing all the candles inside the room.
The orange glow faded, and the dimly lit room illuminated by white moonlight emerged faintly.
”────”
The vampire’s vision sharpened.
Kian, with enhanced sight, focused on the open entrance of the room.
There stood a tall shadow this time.
It seemed the enemy, tired of waiting for their invitation, finally decided to make a move.
”Who are you!?”
Natra’s sharp voice demanded identification.
But before he could answer, Kian confirmed the man’s appearance by the moonlight.
That was the wolfman named Randy or something like that.
The mercenary who had been put to the test during their meeting.
He was tall and sturdy, with countless scars on his face and arms.
There might be some connection with Serena.
”────”
The Wolfman did not answer.
He merely glared at Kian with a light of hostility in his blue eyes.
Considering the unconscious servant, it wouldn’t make sense to suddenly propose a card game.
He was undoubtedly here to kill me.
(The client is likely Lord Shajar.)
Well, with 2 daughters and one son, and probably Natra killed as well, it’s no surprise he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he ripped Kian apart, even if Kian wasn’t the Death Sword User’s imposter.
He might have thought Maribel would easily surrender a commoner after some negotiation, but that was also refused.
In that case, it’s understandable he would resort to somewhat forceful means.
’So, it means to swiftly deal with that dragon man before he notices, huh? But isn’t that foolish? If magic power is detected, they’ll immediately realize a fight is coming.’
(They must have some kind of countermeasure.)
That countermeasure might have been the reason for the empty corridor earlier.
”Tch, the warmonger. You’ve come to take my lord’s life.”
”Natra, let’s attack together. I can’t use Windsong Blade here──”
”Yes, …huh!? Sir Kian! Look out, behind you!”
”────!?”
By the time Natra’s sharp scream echoed in the room, a white dancer outfit had silently crept in from the balcony behind.
Reacting to the familiar girl’s scream, Kian spun his body while drawing Windsong Blade from Tengu.
──He was startled.
A black blade was already looming in front of him.
It was fast.
A sound like silk tearing reached his ears after a delay.
”────”
He stepped back to maximize the distance from the strike while somehow trying to align the magic sword’s blade with the enemy’s trajectory.
The sound of metal.
The impact was──somewhat weaker compared to Natra’s sword pressure.
But still, it was quite remarkable.
It thumped against his bones.
The impact of “break” and “pierce” clearly transmitted damage through the arm.
”N-no…!?”
Before him stood a woman with her face hidden by a white veil.
A faint musk-like scent wafted in the air.
It was obvious who she was.
Silver side-tails peeked out from her hood, complemented by pointed brown ears.
She was the dark elf woman called Rufna, who had been standing next to Shajar during the earlier meeting.
She sparkled her gray eyes through the thin veil but suddenly glanced at the brown girl grappling with a Wolfman behind Kian.
”W-what, milady!?”
(The blade has loosened! Now’s the time!)
”Ohhh!”
”Tch!”
Kian swung away the magic sword, batting it toward the balcony.
If the dark elf assassin didn’t know the effects of the windsong magic sword, she could have transitioned into charging the magic sword’s blow.
However, she must have received the information; if she unleashed the magic sword at Renaud’s castle, she’d face a prisoner life worse than death, even if she escaped this situation.
If she chose the wrong place, it would lead to debts so immense that they couldn’t be repaid in a lifetime.
”Milady!? Hey you, aren’t you Lady Natra?”
The dark elf woman cried out while taking a defensive stance.
The polite language she had directed toward her lord Shajar during the earlier meeting had completely vanished.
She exuded a rough and straightforward impression.
Yet, her voice held a sense of urgency.
Natra struck away the Wolfman and replied.
”Rufna, lower your sword! Surrender to my lord, Sir Kian!”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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