“You bastards! I know who you are, I‘ve seen your faces, do you really think you’ll get away with this!?”

Lopre had a stab wound on his stomach. It had damaged his internal organs but he is as ferocious as ever. In front of him were ten black men garbed in black. They too were severely injured but unlike the opposition, they are standing.

Before them were four cats and three paralyzed humans; around them were the dead bodies of Soul Partners, seventeen guards of the Edgeworth Family, and hundreds of assassins.

The remaining assassins stared at the three guards; an innate fear had already appeared deep within their hearts. The ones before them were not guards, they are monsters.

The Edgeworths boast one of the foremost strongest military strength in the whole Kingdom. The guards of the Edgeworth Family are all monsters trained by the Count himself and the legendary butler of the Family.

Lopre was in a dilemma, but his mind was still on his duties. He looked at his enemies before him coming for him gritted his teeth.

Lopre looked at the assassin with a savagery that it caused them to step back. He was too oppressive and because of the spectacle he showed them earlier, the assassins were hesitant to make their moves.

But as they drew what remained of their courage and pride, these assassins also gritted their teeth and all cried out, “Kill them! They can’t do anything to us now that they are paralyzed!”

His body was numbed, but he drew everything he has within him in order to move his limbs. The words of the illustrious butler of the Edgeworths reverberated in his ears and the training he and the guards were given began to show.

Regaining some of his grip strength, Lopre took the spear on his side. He was ready to fight until the end. Though he thought he will die in a war together with his brother in arms or on a bed with his wife by his side, Lopre didn’t find this kind of death regretful.

‘To die with a cat that is braver than most men, how many can say they died like me?’

He already accepted his fate; he was ready to embrace death together with the brave cats and his brothers. But death was not ready to embrace.

Swoosh!

A gust of wind past by him as a beautiful lady with pink hair clenched her fist went to decimate the forces of assassins. As she clenched her fist and punched out, she roared and destroyed her enemies.

Her punches would crush the bones of her enemies and kill them upon contact. Mina had descended from the mountain and after ingesting the antidote Fluff found from the body of the Rank-6 Assassin she finally regained her strength to kill who tried to kill them.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

But as she was too focused on what is before her, Mina forgot to be careful of sneak attacks. Her back was wide open and the enemy would not let such an opening go. A light graze would do the trick, thus they went and tried to kill Mina with such tricks.

“Miss Vera! Behind you!” Lopre screamed as he saw a man sneaking from behind.

Mina didn’t care about Lopre’s words, because the ones who came for her back wasn’t the one sneaking up on her but the ones getting sneaked up on.

Lopre stared at the assassin behind Mina, as he felt helpless, another gust of wind passed him by. As he saw the figure of that man oozing with two kinds of aura, his eyes widened.

Colt appeared from somewhere and like an arrow, he pierced through the ranks of the enemies and then brandished his sword. As Colt’s slow yet sharp sword reached his opponent, life was once again reaped away by him.

Lopre had heard of the talks regarding Colt and his sword. They say that his sword was too dangerous that he fights with his sword in a sheath to avoid killing someone. He thought it was a bunch of shit as he knew the Young Master all too well.

A drunkard who likes to disappear from his guard, that is who he was. Though he was once hailed as a genius of the sword, he suddenly stopped and became a wastrel. It had only been a few months since the trash of a Young master began showing the change.

He thought those stories about his sword being so brilliant that it was blinding was false, but seeing it now, he finally learned that Colt’s sword truly can only kill. And what’s more, is that it resembled the sword of the butler.

‘How beautiful.’ Lopre commented as he saw Colt creating an arc of blood.

Though the fight didn’t last for more than a few seconds and Colt merely killed a measly one man, Lopre was still in awe of Colt’s amazing display of swordplay.

Colt didn’t know that he was being judged behind his back, but as he stared at the dead bodies littering the ground, Colt felt an extreme sense of anxiousness.

He could not believe that he is seeing such carnage and he is managing to keep his calm. He looked at the cats and Lopre then nodded his head before saying, “Good job.” Before moving to their side and giving them the antidote they collected from the assassins.

Colt gave the remaining guards the antidote then Mina healed their wounds with Healing Magic.  Right after that, Colt looked around and gave them the instructions to clean up the bodies of the guards so they can be buried later and he also asked one of the cats to retrieve his left arm he forgot near the peak.

“Oh yeah, can anyone get my severed arm? I want to reattach it to later…huh?”

And right after saying those words, Colt felt a sudden surge of pain in his mind. As if he was struck by lightning, he was in tremendous pain. As his head began to feel like it was about to split in half, Colt looked at Fluff who was observing him with calm eyes.

Right before he collapsed, Colt saw Fluff raise its front paws and say, “Meow….Mew (You’ll be fine…I hope.).”

The day finally ended with Mina being alarmed, Colt having a severe headache, and some questions left unanswered.

However, as the day ended in the physical world when Colt collapsed, he found himself in a white world.

With his mind feeling refreshed, Colt knew that something weird was happening.

And as he thought of this, Colt heard a loud voice reverberate in his ears!

“MAH-JONGG!”

He turned his head to the left and saw three beautiful women with varying hair colors playing mahjong in the middle of the white world.

‘What the hell? Did the antidote have some drugs mixed in it?’