blueteamnovel Chapter 155
Chapter 155
It was an utterly irrational move, but Salah was preparing to launch a terrorist attack against Pendragon.
The Assassins.
Mobilizing those ominous crows meant exactly that.
Yet, Salah felt no hesitation.
If everything went according to plan, the Sultanate under his rule would gain immense power.
Perhaps even—
—the Mystery of Transcendence.
Southern lands, including Irene Windler, held Mysteries worth astronomical sums.
Even if it led to war, obtaining just a few of them would be worth the cost.
—Spill a little blood to gain power.
It was a trade-off that made perfect sense when looking toward the future.
That was how it should have been.
But—
“Irene... Irene Windler. Would you honor me by becoming my concubine?”
“...?”
For Salah, Mysteries and war had suddenly dropped in priority.
He felt as if he had finally found his missing half after a lifetime of searching.
How could he possibly describe this feeling?
At this moment, even the Sultan was nothing more than one of the countless men trying to court a woman.
He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to abduct her.
“A-Ah, was that too rude of a proposal? Or do you perhaps aspire to become a Sultana? Haha, considering the power of Galahad you possess, it might even be possible.”
“Excuse me, but this is starting to get a bit...”
Irene tried to say something.
Despite her timid nature, there were times when she needed to speak up—and this was definitely one of those times.
Especially—
‘What’s wrong with this lunatic...?’
—when dealing with a madman who clearly couldn’t be reasoned with.
Irene was prepared to politely ask, “Could you please get lost?” or perhaps more bluntly, “Do you have some kind of mental issue?”
Unfortunately—
Smack!
“Sultan. I tried to hold back, but what do you think you’re doing? How dare you show such disrespect to Miss Irene!”
“Magician, what do you think you’re doing? How dare you lay a hand on me...?”
Before Irene could even speak, a golden-haired man aggressively stepped in against the Sultan.
Huey de Beiron.
The Tower Master’s top disciple.
Huey glared at Salah with rage, and the Sultan’s expression turned ice cold.
“Magician. I was having a conversation with her. And yet, I don’t understand why a lowly man like you is interfering.”
“Hah. A conversation? From what I saw, you were just babbling nonsense.”
“Nonsense? Did you just call my words nonsense, magician?”
“What’s the problem if I did?”
“You insolent—!”
Salah bristled with anger.
This lowly magician dared to be disrespectful toward a Sultan?
But Huey wasn’t backing down either.
“A Sultan? Hah! It seems the Tower has been underestimated.”
The magician threw courtesy out the window.
There was no reason to be polite to an arrogant Sultan.
The Magic Tower was the ivory tower of mages.
Its influence covered nearly 40% of the vast central continent.
In other words, it could easily handle two or three Sultanates if it wanted to.
Thus—
“Mage Irene is destined to become a treasured figure of the magical world—a vital asset to the Tower. If you continue to behave coercively toward her and act in such an absurd manner, the Tower will not stand idly by. Keep that in mind, foreign lord.”
“You—!”
Sultan or not, Salah was practically a king.
Being addressed as merely a “lord” in front of the woman he liked—
It was a humiliation he couldn’t tolerate.
Especially when it happened right in front of her.
Smack!
Salah grabbed Huey by the collar, and Huey immediately grabbed his collar in return.
An instant standoff.
The two men looked ready to come to blows at any moment.
[Cradle of a Grand Mage (Lv.5)][Child of the Fairies (Lv.4)][Nation-Toppling Beauty (Lv.6)][Glass Cannon (Lv.5)][Delicate Sickly Girl (Lv.3)]
Similar to inquisitors, they enforced their doctrines with death, killing anyone who broke their rules or believed in other religions.
In the West, even the Sultanates feared them.
Not even Sultans dared to command them lightly, as their unwavering beliefs and brutality were unmatched.
When the Assassins took action, they didn’t just eliminate their targets—they massacred anyone even remotely connected, kidnapping and torturing without hesitation.
Their savagery made even Sultans back off, treating them like wild zebras that couldn’t be tamed.
Simply put—they were a disaster.
Not only were they uncontrollable, but using them often backfired.
That’s why the Assassins were rarely employed, even in the West.
Entrusting them with a task was like inviting catastrophe.
However—
“—··2··.”
“··33····.”
“·2··.”
Their skills were indisputably among the best on the continent.
They even communicated in their own encrypted codes, and most of them had undergone extreme physical modifications through the Great Techniques passed down within the Assassins.
Exceptional combat skills, unusual physiques, and special abilities—
They were capable of killing anyone they set their sights on—
—
“Do you have entry permits?”
—
Freeze.
The Assassins froze.
Since when had he been there?
Sitting casually on the roof, gazing at the moon, he watched them with calm eyes.
But the Assassins’ eyes shifted to the bodies scattered at his feet.
Those were their comrades—fellow Assassins who had infiltrated first.
There were about ten of them, all skilled enough to take down a knight commander.
And yet—
“Oh, you’re worried about them? Are they your friends? If you want to take them, go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
“......”
“...No? Not taking them? Heartless bastards.”
Shing.
“I wouldn’t draw those if I were you.”
Dozens of Assassins drew their unique weapons—
Kukri.
A machete-like blade, symbolizing the legendary Gurkha mercenaries.
And with their blades drawn—
“··1·!”
—they charged at him.
Their resolve was clear—they would kill anything that stood in their way.
Clang! Clang!
The flurry of blades formed an inescapable iron cage of death.
There was no doubt it was a dire situation, yet—
Shhhh.
“......?”
Flowers bloomed out of place—no, plum blossoms.
They refused to acknowledge the situation as dangerous.
Swoosh!
Petals of plum blossoms sliced through weapons and flesh alike.
Splatter!
Blood fountains burst like petals scattering in the wind.
—Plum Blossom Blood Rain.
Plum blossoms mingled with a rain of blood.
“Let’s keep it quiet, shall we? No need to cause a fuss.”
Can’t have anyone ruining the kids’ fun.
It was Ihan’s soft yet firm warning.