Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 162

Bloodless Assassin (2)

‘Well, shall I check?’

Recalling his conversation with Leon Hart, Ryu Han-bin was among the porters that carried their luggage.

He carefully examined Hollien’s servants with his Guideline.

As servants of the Queen, everyone seemed to have mastered some martial arts.

[Race: Elf. Fighter Lv. 19.]

[Race: Nymph. Swordsman Lv. 18.]

[Race: Human. Swordsman Lv.21.]

She definitely belonged to the continental Three Powers.

Even one of those servants could be a low-level Hunter in the countryside.

And among them, some people couldn’t even be considered as mere lackeys at all.

[Race: Human. Spearman Lv. 99]

[Race: Human. Magic Swordsman Lv. 103.]

[Race: Human. Mage Lv. 101.]

Without a doubt, they were Aliens of Akhtarun.

Even though they dressed up as servants, they couldn’t hide their levels.

However, there was one that confused him a little.

That was Leslie, Hollien’s chief maid.

[Race: Human. Spiritist Lv. 73]

Her level was quite high.

However, it was still much lower than Akhtarun’s Aliens.

‘Besides, she was known for a long time as Hollien’s maid.’

Many high-ranking butlers served royal or high-ranking aristocrats.

They had to be strong enough to use magic tools, after all.

Hollien, the Transcendental, was the strongest Spiritist across Latna.

It wasn’t unusual for a woman as strong as her to have a level 73 Spiritist as her maid.

‘Just in case, I’ll take care of it.’

Continuing to look at her servants, Ryu Han-bin made a list in his head.

‘A total of 14 Earthlings, except for her personal maid?’

No one doubted him even though he made eye contact with the Aliens several times.

He was just a level 6 trash for them, after all.

‘I’ve felt it before…’

Han-bin laughed in his mind as he moved the luggage around.

‘My level has the added effect of hiding my true identity almost perfectly.’

Thanks to that, he managed to infiltrate safely and found all of Akhtarun’s disguised Aliens.

It was time to move on to the next step.

‘I need to head to Clovis Castle for the next three days.’

Naturally, the march of the army was slower than normal.

Even if it took less than a day to ride on horseback, hundreds of troops needed much more time to travel with their physical strength alone.

Calculating the duration, Ryu Han-bin smiled coldly.

‘Well, we’re not in a rush.’

* * *

That night, as usual, the Allendia army camped in the field and went to sleep.

Thanks to Clovis’s gift, the soldiers enjoyed high-quality liquor and meat after a long time, and the Queen’s servants enjoyed the luxury of having special meals.

And the ones presenting themselves as servants also enjoyed a different form of ‘special food.’

At a forest some distance from the Fairy Queen’s barracks, a faint groan echoed from the darkness.

“Uh…”

Three individuals were lying on the ground with blood covering their entire bodies. One could easily identify they were Hunters that followed the army.

Hunters normally didn’t take part in fighting against the night’s big change.

Though the risk was higher, the Spirit Stone they gained wasn’t much different from what they got from Dungeons.

However, things had changed since Hollien joined the war.

When she came, it suddenly turned into a golden opportunity to get a large amount of Spirit Stone with a lot less risk involved.

Hence, many Hunters started following the Allendia army, and the three belonged to that group.

Groaning, one of the wounded individuals looked up and asked.

“Why, why the hell are you doing this…?”

The murderer answered in the form of a cold blade, penetrating the target’s thigh.

Thud!

“Argh!”

The Hunter burst into a scream.

The Queen’s servant had a strange smile worn.

“It’s no use screaming. No one can hear you anyway.”

“Screaming is better for you, right? It increases the feeling of death coming.”

“When it comes to food, wouldn’t the one with beautiful plating taste better?”

The Hunters were horrified as they watched the three people speak incomprehensibly.

“Uhhhhhhhh…….”

They were ordinary servants of the Queen.

They were neither knights nor soldiers.

Yet, the Hunters couldn’t do anything against them even though they had been through many hardships.

“A-are you Aliens?”

“That’s correct, you stupid Latnain.”

Mike put a blade into the heart of one of their prey with a smirk on his lips.

With cramps, he could feel his target’s death sipping into his fingertips.

“Ahhhh…”

“I want to kill more. I feel pretty good now that I’m level 48.”

In ecstasy, the three Aliens trembled.

They hadn’t tasted the pleasure reward in a long time.

Since they were disguised as the Queen’s servant all the time, they barely had any chances to commit murder.

Their desire for it was powerful, but there was an absolute monster right next to them, preventing them from disobeying the law.

However, it wasn’t something they could endure for so long.

The built-up desire for murder eventually led to the neglect of the ban.

They knew that if they broke the ban, they would die, but they felt the urge to kill regardless.

If they could’ve endured it in the first place, they wouldn’t have been trapped in Akhtarun.

They would’ve been around the Queen like Leslie.

Hence, they used the Hunters to appease their hunger.

Hollien’s ban was ‘Don’t kill my troops.’

It was a bit farfetched to say the Hunters were allies, so even if they were killed, they didn’t violate the ban.

“But if too many of them die, we’ll get caught, right?”

“That’s why we have to carefully…”

“Kill them one by one.”

The remaining two Hunters also faced slow and inevitable deaths.

Finding corpses on the battlefield was common.

They could simply throw their bodies among the others while in motion.

The trio returned to the barracks after roughly disposing of them as if they were segregating garbage.

However, they met a large porter on the way back.

He was a servant of Viscount Clovis.

Mike asked him casually.

“Why are you walking around this late at night?”

The servant answered with a cluttered look, holding a cloth in his hand.

“Because of the errands…”

“Oh, really?”

He checked the servant’s level habitually.

[Race: Human. Swordsman Lv. 6.]

He was a mere trifle porter.

Mike loosened his guard.

“Go away.”

“Understood.”

The servant crossed them and passed by them.

Mike murmured, gasping.

“He’s a lucky guy. If there were no ban, I would have killed him.”

His eyes then opened wide.

“… argh!”

Something popped up to his chest, causing a hot sensation to envelop him.

Protruding from his body was a blade covered in blood.

“And you guys are unlucky.”

The humble porter who had just passed was holding a knife and giving off an eerie look.

* * *

The next morning.

As soon as she woke up, Hollien sensed something unusual.

‘What? Three Aliens died?’

She ordered Leslie to check it right away.

Indeed, three servants were missing.

However, she couldn’t confirm the cause of death.

Aliens didn’t leave corpses behind.

“Did the Holy Punishers finally move?”

Leslie gave a vague look at Hollien’s question.

“I don’t know.”

If Latnain servants or members of the Allendia army had been killed, they could certainly suspect the Holy Punishers.

However, Akhtarun’s Aliens were in a different situation.

“There is a possibility that they couldn’t resist their addiction and violated the ban…”

They were extremely crazy about murder.

There was a high chance that they simply couldn’t overcome their desire, causing them to be slain after killing a soldier of the kingdom.

Even other Aliens disguised as servants were making similar guesses.

“The ones that died are above level 100.”

“If someone who can secretly kill those three individuals infiltrated the camp, we wouldn’t have had any trouble recognizing them.”

“I’m sure they just couldn’t endure their desires and committed an act that went against the ban…”

With a sigh, Hollien shook her head.

“Well, that’s the problem of Akhtarun’s Aliens.”

No matter how powerful her ban was, there was no way to control their pursuit of pleasure that was strong enough for them to abandon their lives.

Leslie asked a question cautiously.

“What should we do? Everyone seems to have a lot of ban symptoms.”

“But we can’t tolerate the killing of our army.”

“That’s true.”

“Tell them to hang in there a little longer. Sooner or later, the Holy Punishers will show up.”

Their opponents were also from Latna. Killing them would relieve them of their need for murder.

Hollien ignored the situation as if it were trivial.

“There’s still eleven left. There shouldn’t be a problem.”

* * *

In the afternoon, Major and Olivia, two of the Aliens from Akhtarun, went to a river to gather water for lunch.

“Oh, my God, I’m disguised as a servant, but why should I do something like this?”

“Stop complaining. If you don’t want to die, do what you’re told.”

They lifted the heavy bucket as lightly as a sorghum stick.

For the level 100 warrior and Magic Swordsman, what they were carrying weighed like feathers.

Just as they were about to head back, a robust porter appeared with a weapon in both hands.

Major asked him a question.

“What?”

“I’m here to wash knives.”

“You idiot, you shouldn’t wash those with water. It’ll rust right away.”

“Really?”

The two Aliens just walked past the giant in disappointment.

And…

“Argh!”

“Argh…”

They groaned with daggers stuck in their back, soon falling onto the ground.

They then disappeared from Latna, leaving only buckets of water and clothes behind.

Ryu Han-bin clicked his tongue as he grabbed the two daggers. There wasn’t even blood on their blades.

“Wow, that’s so mean.”

Even though an armed stranger approached them, they still calmly showed their back.

How could they lower their guard simply because the person before them was level 6?

‘Since they can see your level clearly, there would be no reason for them to be nervous.’

Leon Hart had once told him those words.

Even if Han-bin hid his identity and approached Latnains, they would simply see it as a normal assassination attempt since they couldn’t see his level.

Everyone was prepared for that.

On the contrary, Aliens, who could see their opponents’ information, had few countermeasures prepared against assassins.

‘They don’t leave body or blood behind. Hence, there’s no need to clean up the crime scene.’

After throwing the remaining clothes into the river mindlessly, Ryu Han-bin came back to the barracks.

* * *

“Leslie.”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Two more of them died.”

“… What?”

“It’s weird at this point, isn’t it?”

“But nobody’s acting particularly suspicious.”

As soon as Viscount Clovis joined, the Aliens began to die.

Based on the timing alone, there could be assassins in the Viscount’s ranks.

But that was an implausible story.

“I’ve checked all of the levels of the Viscount’s troops. Not of them rose any suspicions.”

“I know that. I can see their levels as well.”

Due to the assassins’ nature, they could still kill individuals much stronger than themselves for as long as the conditions were right.

They didn’t have to be level 100 to kill someone belonging to that level.

However, they still had to be at least level 70.

With such a gap, they would rely mostly on the greatness of their skills.

The knights and soldiers accompanied by Clovis were in their level 40s and 50s.

People belonging to that league would find it difficult to deal a fatal blow to a level 100 individual even if they aimed to ambush the target.

“Did he sneak in from the outside, assassinate their prey, and escape?”

“That’s the only valid explanation.”

Hollien gave an order out of pure worry.

“Double the guards and tell them to be careful.”

At the same time, Ryu Han-bin was slowly counting down while washing dishes.

‘There are nine left.’