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In the rain, Allen reached toward his neck, scooping up some blood and pressing his hand against the wound.
Rainwater mixed with blood streamed down the edges of his fingers.
A moment before this action, the healing magic rune had already activated. Intermediate healing magic instantly repaired the clean cut, but even so, some blood had seeped into his trachea, leaving a metallic taste in his throat.
The act of covering his neck was to conceal his healing magic rune, feigning weakness. The opponent was clearly strong, and it was best not to reveal his trump cards.
He looked up, studying the four rabbit ears in the rain, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
Rabbit ears? I remember they're from the Milt Tribe? They're this strong? Who are they?
Memories of the original plot flashed through his mind, but before he could figure it out, the other party spoke first.
The male Milt tribesman on the left, clad in leather armor, spoke in a teasing tone through the rain.
"Well, well, this carefully planned strike didn't kill him. Impressive! It really was the Soundless Sword, and so fast too? Not just Water God Style? You even have Sword God Style?? What a shame... It seems you're not quite at the Saint level yet. If you could use the Light Sword, that would be troublesome... Truly a frightening and enviable talent. Don't you think so, Gard?"
Beside him, a petite, scantily clad rabbit-eared woman wrapped in black cloth spoke in a coquettish voice.
"That's right, Nuckel brother, so scary~"
She tugged at the bright red hair by her ear, giving Allen a seductive once-over. The cloth clinging to her body was soaked by the rain, sticking tightly to her skin.
"Do you think we, as North God Sword Kings, can escape unscathed from someone like this?" Nuckel stared intently at Allen's hand covering the wound, speaking slowly.
"I wouldn't know about that... But~"
She even stuck out her tongue.
"If we can't kill him, can't we just kill the little kids around him?"
North God Style—Unorthodox Faction. On the battlefield, they would use every possible "advantage" to turn the tide, including seduction.
And deception.
However, standing before them was a transmigrator who knew the plot.
Allen listened to their back-and-forth, momentarily stunned, a hint of mockery flashing in the corner of his eye.
Nuckel, Gard.
Twin brothers, each with their own name.
Together, they were the North God Sword Kings.
In the original plotline, during the Asura Kingdom's succession war, they were hired by Darius to intercept Rudeus and Ariel's group. They were infamous twin assassins who used their identical appearances to pretend to be clones.
Rudeus turned his head, and Eris, who had already become a Sword King, cut them down at the cost of being injured.
Individually, each of them was only at the North Saint level. It was only through their seamless cooperation that they could reach the level of North King. But here...
Allen's gaze swept over the rabbit-eared redhead, pausing slightly on her ears before moving to her face.
A woman, her appearance completely different from Nuckel's. Her sword speed and power were also inferior. She wasn't Gard, but another tribesman assassin, likely at the... Advanced level.
Typical North God Style. Whether they can win or not, they'll try to intimidate first. If I really believed I was outmatched, I'd start panicking and show flaws...
Allen quickly glanced toward Philip's carriage in the distance. The man's previously calm demeanor was gone. He was now frantically trying to jump out of the carriage, only to be desperately held back by his servants. He was kicking and screaming, completely losing his composure.
The servant was loyal, refusing to let go.
A flash of anger crossed Allen's eyes before he turned his gaze back.
As of now, the situation had slipped out of Philip's control. The mission hint indicated that this fake kidnapping and real assassination attempt was targeting me... Philip's butler leaked the information, attracting James's attention, right? Ghyslaine didn't show up in time because she was "trapped" by the other twin... That's why there weren't enough people to assassinate me...
I should feign weakness now, not speak, let them think my neck is still injured. When they charge, I'll use the Rock Domain to kill them both instantly.
No problem...
"Al... gurgle... Al... len..."
At that moment, a trembling voice, teeth chattering so hard the words were almost unintelligible, came through the rain.
Allen was stunned, glancing back.
Sylphiette's face was covered in blood, her expression one of sheer terror. Her eyes were fixed on Allen's hand covering his neck. Her limbs seemed to have lost all strength as she crawled toward him through the mud, her clothes filthy.
Beside her, Eris stared blankly at Allen, her face dotted with small blood spots from the sparks. Her crimson pupils slowly widened in the rainy night.
"Thud!"
Dust suddenly billowed up! Allen's pupils contracted as he prepared to draw his sword, but in the smoke, two blurry figures broke through the rain and smoke, rapidly retreating!
Damn it! I overdid the act! They're running!!
You're really North God Style, huh? Never fight a battle you're not prepared for?!
"Sylphiette, I'm fine! Go heal Eris's face!!"
The hoarse voice, mixed with blood, carried through the rain. But when Eris heard this, her small face froze for a moment before showing a hint of anger.
She pushed away the catgirl who had been shielding her with her body, rushed to Sylphiette, and yanked the trembling girl out of the mud. Dragging her, she ran toward Allen.
"I don't need healing magic! Use it on him! Don't worry about me!!"
Rudeus had already run up, shouting at the young lady in frustration.
"Listen to Allen! I know healing magic too. You guys stay here—"
The three children spoke quickly, but the water on the ground exploded!
Allen was already chasing after the two like a cannonball, his sword slashing through the rain and smoke, creating a massive void as he surged forward.
He left only one sentence.
Shattered in the wind and rain.
"Based on the situation, that was their killing move. There won't be any follow-up. If there is, they'll come for me! But the kidnappers are still afraid of leaving loose ends! Rudeus, you stay here and protect them. Don't let me down!!"
As Rudeus reached out to grab Allen but caught only air, the latter's figure had already turned into a blur.
Rudeus stared at his empty hand, dumbfounded for a long time.
'This time...'
'I didn't catch him again.'
It reminded him of the time they fell into the snow valley.
Allen pushed his Dragon Saint Fighting Spirit to the limit, using the Soundless Sword's movement technique to close the distance between him and the two ahead in an instant.
The three of them plunged into the forest beside the road.
The rabbit-eared advanced swordswoman was being carried by Nuckel. Seeing Allen chasing after them like a god of death, she felt like her rabbit liver was about to split.
"Nuckel! You said even with me along, we'd succeed! You're getting me killed! I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense in bed and followed you here! And aren't you a Saint-level without Gard? Why are we running??"
Nuckel narrowed his eyes, speaking unhurriedly.
"His strength still exceeded my expectations. His mastery of Sword God Style was completely unexpected... Otherwise, this assassination should have been foolproof. Given the situation earlier, I couldn't tell if he could still fight. I thought we'd retreat first. If he chases us, it means his injuries aren't serious. If he doesn't, we'll double back..."
'He's chasing us! So he can still fight!!'
Nuckel chuckled, glancing at the rabbit-eared woman in his arms, her clothes barely covering her in the rushing wind. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes as he smirked.
"In that case... It's time for you to play your part. Allen Boreas Greyrat, since you're from the Boreas family, bringing you here wasn't without purpose~"
The red-haired rabbit girl's face stiffened as she looked at Nuckel.
In the next instant, Nuckel tossed her backward!
Allen's figure surged forward, but seeing a beastwoman flying toward him, his instincts kicked in. He subconsciously used Flow Sense to catch her.
When he turned back, Nuckel had already disappeared into the forest.
Allen raised an eyebrow, then immediately pressed his blade against the red-haired rabbit girl who had fallen to the ground, her face filled with terror.
"Where's Ghyslaine?"
The rabbit girl finally realized that Nuckel had brought her along as a contingency plan. Her face turned pale as the cold blade pressed against her, rainwater splashing onto her face from the impact.
Allen just looked at her expressionlessly and repeated his question.
"Where's Ghyslaine, fake Gard?"
"Fake Gard" blinked rapidly, then flipped over and carefully prostrated herself on the ground, adopting a more beast-like posture. The cloth strips on her body fell away, and she looked up at Allen with a submissive expression.
Her voice trembled.
"Th-that Ghyslaine... I don't know... Actually, I was forced to come here. If you like, I can—"
She blinked her round eyes, staring at the blade tip so close to her, and swallowed.
Then, she extended the Milt Tribe's distinctive rabbit-like tongue and, in the pouring rain, began licking up Allen's blade.
The blade tip.
The blade edge.
The hilt.
Her gaze never left Allen's face. Allen, seeing her like this, seemed a bit shy and "reluctant," averting his eyes to look in the direction where Nuckel had disappeared.
"Fake Gard's" eyes showed a glimmer of relief at having survived.
In her relief, her vision even swayed with excitement!
Then, her head plunged into the mud.
Her body remained respectfully prostrate on the ground, blood gushing from her severed neck like a fountain, mixing with the rain.
The hope of life.
Ultimately an illusion.
Allen raised his sword and turned, his voice mingling with the blood falling in the rain.
"Low-level."
"Running in panic, huh, Nuckel? But can you hide your tracks when you're running so fast?"
"After all..."
"I'm a perception-type."
In the pattering rain, the echoes of his voice lingered, but Allen's figure had already vanished.
In the eyes of the head on the ground.
There was still a hint of joy.
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