Emperor's Reckoning

Olga and Fritz could not tell the citizens or the royal guards about this since it would backfire. The power of the royal family could brand him as a con artist and have them banished or killed since they were just guards.

*clap

The assassin clapped as he said, "Good one, good one hahaha, you ladies should see your faces when you know the truth."

Gripping her sword, Biane's eyes looked more mature than it was before, "Look up, you two! You did nothing wrong! You guys are the same as us, a victim in this board game."

Clemora also readied her sword as she glared at the four assassins as her blue phoenix aura exuded a vivid light.

The kowtowed guards looked up at their master holding a sword against four assassins. They knew that they were no match against them and yet.

"How pathetic..." Olga suddenly said to himself as he slowly stood up. (What kind of guard have I become, How can I live if don't atone my sin!).

"Raaagh!" shouted Olga as he regained a new will. Fritz had his eyes opened wide as he looked at his partner. Though he was younger than him, they always treated each other as equals. "Olga, you.."

*splurt

Fritz's suddenly slapped by a spray of blood that covered his right cheek. He couldn't believe his eyes of what's happening in front of him.

The hard shining silver armor was tainted by the blood of its owner. There was a sword protruding through the chest region where the red liquid slowly flowing to the edge it.

Olga's vision gradually blurred as he felt weak (What's happening? Why am I feeling numb all of a sudden? I'm tired let me close my eyes for a while, ah madame will reprimand me for this, but it's alright).

"Olga!" shouted Fritz and Biane on to the top of their lungs.

*slash

The assassin retracted his sword and slashed Olga's neck, ending him through and through. The assassin was a different one from the talkative.

"Hahaha, the fool, to the end of his life he didn't know that he was also one of the targets to be assassinated."

"What- what do you mean!" Fritz asked frantically. "We did what the letter told us!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We know nothing about the letter you received. For all we know, the people we should kill are the ones who summoned us in the forest which means you two and then kill the one on the list that you gave us, oh and obviously witnesses." said the assassin casually.

Fritz took a few steps back as despair was hugging him tightly. The darkness shrouded his mind as the light of hope was no more. In the end, he was used thoroughly as a pawn.

*splurt

A spear suddenly penetrated his chest from behind, spraying his blood to the swaying grass. However, he felt nothing. the pain didn't concern him anymore. He could see Biane was frantically screaming but he couldn't hear her. He could only move his mouth 'sorry' but his voice didn't come out.

Fritz slumped down as the locket in his hand dropped to the ground.

"I'll kill you!" shouted Biane as her bloodshot eyes were full of killing intent before she thrust the ground with her sword. The land quacked as a heavy force raining down on the assassins in the radius.

"Hmph! What can a two Soul Realm cultivator do against the four of us! Your chances are slimmer than winning a lottery!" said the assassin as he the heavy force from Biane's skill didn't take too much effect on him.

Clemora was swift enough to engage two assassins at once. Though it was impossible for her to handle them in a normal situation. Their speed was greatly reduced by her sister. The cry of blue phoenix would occasionally be heard as she battled.

The downside of Biane's skill was that she couldn't move from the spot where the her sword was.

"Hahaha, what a futile effort, what can you do now? You guys are outnumbered and weaker than us!" said the assassin as he approached Biane with the other one.

*flash

*splurt

A black shadow flashed in front of them as their neck splurted blood. The both of them instinctively stopped the bleeding with their hand and said, "Which son of a bitch did that!"

"Wuwuwu Grrrh!" The black shadow was none other than the little great wolf, Fenrir. Since both of them were slowed by Biane's gravity skill, Fenrir had a massive advantage.

"You little shit!" the two assassins focused on him and readied their weapon.

"Hmph," Fenrir smirked at their reaction and showed them his butt.

"I'm gonna burn you alive!". The assassins leaped toward him. However, Fenrir jumped back passing in between them plus catching them off guard. Their eyes could follow his movement but their feet were still in the air.

*tap

As soon as the assassins reached the ground they leaped back to Fenrir's direction. But as soon as their feet leave the ground and turned their face, both of them had their eyes opened wide as they met a sharp claw.

*splurt

"Argh, my right eye!" The assassin shouted he pressed his right eye to stop the bleeding that flowed like a stream. The other assassin did the same but it's the left eye instead.

Fenrir was crouching an analyzed the situation as he prepared his next attack. Despite his lazy behavior, the little wolf was something else when it's about the battle. His hunting instinct activated as he felt their killing intent. Though he was a young pup, he was always hanging around with Lyon and facing danger together, albeit sleeping most of the time.

Lyon's style greatly influenced Fenrir's fighting style even though they were two different beings. As Fenrir could combine both the style and his hunting instinct at a young age. It was unimaginable what Fenrir will become when he matured.

"Ngh!" Biane gritted her teeth as her grip getting weaker (I must hold on! I must! for them, I must!).