Your taste is (7)
Ian went outside and opened his eyes dimly.
The blizzard was raging. It was difficult to see, so he had no choice but to detect his opponent by their presence.
However, It was difficult to eliminate them by surprise like the last time Millenia was kidnapped.
Not only did he not know how many opponents there were, but he couldn't even tell where they were as if they were obscured by fog.
'They're different from those kids last time.'
They are skilled at hiding their true nature. They are a professional assassin, not a soldier.
Ian stood with his back to the cottage in the open front yard, his hair flying in a mess.
"Come out."
Shhh-.
As if in response, a dagger flew from the left side of the birch forest. It was intentionally exposed to lure him.
Ian lightly raised his shield to block the attack. He then pulled out the dagger embedded in his shield and hurled it in the direction it had come from.
"Ugh..."
A strange sound was heard from the birch forest. It was the last gasp of an assassin who was caught off guard by an unexpected counterattack.
The assassin's murderous intent grew stronger. This time, three daggers rushed in at the same time.
However, two of them stuck in the shield and one simply bounced off Ian's sword.
Ian pulled the dagger embedded in his shield, tossed it around to check its weight, and then caught it.
"Then I should be thankful."
The next moment, the trajectory of the dagger that shot out of his hand without hesitation was different from what everyone expected.
"Huh!"
The screams of the last horse were heard piercing through the snowstorm.
A dagger flying in the wrong direction took the life of an assassin who was not prepared for it.
A bitter smile appeared on Baba's lips as he watched the situation.
"As expected, I want it."
Two people have already died. And they were killed by their own secrets. They were even giving Ian a chance to fight back.
It was nonsense to say that the level of estimating a location based on the killing intent felt at the moment of attack.
As soon as Baba raised his hand, the assassins all drew their swords and rushed out of the forest. In an instant, they surrounded Ian and slowly tightened their siege.
Ian dropped his shield and took up his sword. Twenty-one men, I'll have to give up an arm or a leg.
At the moment when the heavy, sticky murderous intent exploded, three assassins rushed at Ian at the same time.
Clang!
Ian ducked after striking two swords with one blow. The smooth, flowing sword stroke accurately sliced through the third assassin's right ankle.
"Hub!"
An assassin who lost his balance was captured by Ian.
The man whose neck was grabbed from behind swung his sword belatedly, but he could not escape from Ian.
"Hey, let go of this!"
Ian used the struggling one as a shield and killed four more. Blood splattered like ink on the frozen white ground.
The assassins exchanged glances as their attacks were repeatedly blocked by their colleagues.
Boom!
Three swords were stuck into the body of the guy who was acting as Ian's shield.
"Ugh."
Ian pushed the man who had stopped breathing before he could even scream properly.
He was about to cut off the head of one of the men avoiding the corpse and take the one next to him as a new hostage.
He felt a thrilling murderous aura behind him.
If his back is attacked, his fighting ability will drop drastically.
Let's give him his left arm.
Ian, having made his decision, changed direction.
As he swung his sword, ignoring the searing pain in his left arm, a familiar sensation came over him. The assassin who had attacked him fell to the ground with a split in the side.
But it wasn't just one. Behind him, another assassin's sword was flying towards Ian's neck.
Let's just avoid instant death.
Ian was thinking about that and was about to deflect the attack.
"Huh!"
The assassin suddenly stopped swinging his sword. Soon, an arrow was stuck in the back of the man who was slowly falling forward.
Is this a stupid mistake by an ally or an enemy?
Ian kept his eyes on the road ahead without letting his guard down.
The sound of horse hooves rang out. In the hazy snowstorm, the figure of someone riding a white horse gradually became clearer.
Ian's expression, which had never lost its composure even in moments of crisis, suddenly became clouded.
"Your Highness?"
Kalit lowered the bow he was aiming and answered. His dry voice was completely out of place in the midst of such a dangerous situation.
"Fortunately, I guess I got the timing right. It was a good thing I declined Aunt Armian's invitation to dinner."
"How is it here..."
Before he could finish speaking, the assassin charged at him silently.
Kalit threw arrows at the assassins with a blank expression on his face.
The arrow flew without a moment's hesitation and pierced the assassin's head.
The assassin's momentum was halted by the appearance of an unexpected helper.
WHEEK!
As Baba, who had been watching, whistled, the surrounding assassins stopped attacking and quickly moved away.
Meanwhile, Kalit jumped down from his horse and drew his sword.
"Should I just deal with those guys? There are fewer of them than I thought."
Ian counted the remaining men with his eyes. Of the twenty-one, four were missing.
"It looks like a few guys entered the villa."
"There must be a Lady Astrod inside."
"There are with Shancrecia's 'Savior'."
"Two."
"We cannot allow the Guardian to be assassinated in the Empire. Go."
Kalit continued with a soft sigh.
There are only about six left. It's a move that Kalit can easily handle.
"Please take care of the back."
Ian immediately turned around and ran to the villa.
Left alone, Kalit faced the assassins.
His languid speech and smile disappeared, revealing his true self.
"Come."
The assassins rushed in all at once.
***
Crunch! Crunch!
The axe kept hitting the door.
Wood shards flew everywhere, and I flinched every time.
In an instant, a hole was made in the solid wooden door. The hole, which was the size of a fist, was gradually getting bigger.
I instinctively grabbed Rahon's clothes. It felt like the assassin would break down the door and barge in at any moment.
At that moment, Rahon, who had been staring at the hole without even blinking, grabbed my hand.
"It's here."
"Rahon?"
He crossed the bedroom without answering, quietly approaching the door and thrusting his sword straight into the gaping hole.
But the assassin was not immune to that clumsy attack.
Rather, Rahon only gave himself a chance to counterattack by closing the distance.
"Rahon!"
The man who easily avoided the attack by twisting his body pushed his sword into the hole.
The sword that had rushed forward terribly was easily slashed into Rahon's shoulder.
Ugh!
A suppressed groan escaped Rahon's mouth.
I froze, unable to even blink.
"No"
Suddenly, time began to pass slowly. Behind Rahon, the images of the people who had died trying to protect me overlapped.
The thick smell of blood stung my nose. My stomach turned and I covered my mouth.
"Haha!"
Suddenly. Rahon burst into laughter.
"You little punk, you can't move anymore."
The next moment, a pure white light burst out from his hand, and skin tissue began to cling to the blade. The wound was regenerating as the sword was embedded.
"Wh, what are you doing...!"
The assassin desperately tried to draw his sword, but it only shook slightly and he was unable to pull it out from Rahon's shoulder.
A sword was thrust into the chest of the bewildered assassin. It was the sword that Rahon had been avoiding.
"Ugh..."
The assassin, who had been spitting out bubbles of blood, fell backward.
"Hoo.."
"Ugh!"
Only then did Rahon stop his power and pull out the sword stuck in his shoulder. He covered the gaping wound with his hand and spoke to me.
"Millenia, it's okay. I took care of It. You can put your sword down now."
At the sound of the voice, my stiff body loosened. As I was about to put down the sword I was holding so tightly that my arm was starting to ache, I heard new footsteps.
I closed my eyes tightly as despair surged in.
"Who... Who is coming again.'
"..."
Before I could catch my breath, another assassin came up to the second floor. However, he did not approach hastily after seeing his dead comrade in front of the door.
He took a dagger out of his bosom. A foul smell emanated from it.
It's a smell I remember.
One day, this smell came from the poison that Oslo brought in, saying it was made exclusively for demons.
"Rahon! It's poison!"
Before I could finish speaking, Rahon blocked the hole with his body.
Soon, his eyebrows twitched. The dagger the assassin had thrown had lodged somewhere in his body.
Immediately, his body glowed white. The power healed the wound caused by the dagger and drove out the poison, but just as quickly, the dagger stabbed itself into his body again.
Rahon's body shook incessantly. Every time he did, his plump lips would turn black and then return to their original color.
The assassin was throwing daggers at him without stopping. If he delayed in unleashing his power even a little, Rahon would die.
I clutched my thighs because I felt like crying. This moment of not being able to do anything was hell.
Rahon, who had been gritting his teeth and holding on, closed his eyes tightly.
"Ian! When are you coming!!!"
"Now."
It was Ian's voice that he had been waiting for so long. Rahon let out a breath and knelt down weakly.
Through the hole revealed by the wind, the assassin's face was revealed with his teeth pierced.
"..."
Ian stood behind him.
He was covered in blood all over his body.
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