'It's difficult.'
Callius saw shadows approaching him, spreading out in all directions as if surrounding him.
As the distance got closer, their figures became more distinct.
They were assassins armed with swords.
'Why at a time like this?'
Callius looked around and sighed softly.
'I don't think they're northerners.'
It was easy to infer without having to meet him directly.
If they were northerners, they wouldn't have chosen this place or this weather to attempt an assassination.
Woohoo!
Wooooow!
Especially when such a strange sound is heard nearby.
The assassins seemed to think that Callius had not noticed their presence.
Even in the North, they probably don't know much about the physical condition of the Ronheim people who were born and raised in the northernmost part of the country.
Ronheim is almost always hit by blizzards, so the people of Ronheim are accustomed to this type of weather. Thanks to this, their ability to perceive their surroundings in a blizzard has developed remarkably.
'Looking at the sloppy investigation of the assassination target, it seems someone was impatient and demanded my head.'
Given the circumstances, it seems that someone who was dissatisfied with Chloe and his marriage hired the assassin.
'Who could it be?'
The assassins gradually tightened their encirclement, hiding themselves in the surrounding trees and rocks.
Callius held the hilt of his sword in one hand and the reins in the other.
Then one of the assassins let out a sharp, loud whistle.
Whee!
At that signal, assassins rushed towards Callius from all directions.
As the distance narrowed, the assassins' figures became more clearly visible.
One of them lunged at the horse, intent on preventing Callius from escaping, and all three simultaneously swung their swords at Callius.
“Heehee!”
"Hyah!"
Even during that time, Callius did not draw his sword.
“...”
He just stood there, holding the sword hilt and reins tightly.
The assassin, perhaps believing his surprise attack had been successful, took aim at Callius' neck with a curious movement and drew his sword.
But at that moment.
"Ahhhh!"
“Huh?”
“Ugh!”
The assassins screamed and flew into the air, disappearing one by one, like fish caught on a fishing line. It happened in an instant.
“Heeeeeeeeeee!”
The surprised horse cried out loud.
Callius, who had known from the beginning what was going to happen, did not let go of the reins and encouraged his horse.
“Easy. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Soon, terrible screams rang out from all directions.
“Ahhh! What the heck! Aahh! What the heck!”
“Ugh! Go away! Ugh!”
“Save me! Save me! Keuk!”
He heard the sound of something breaking and crunching in the wind.
Callius clicked his tongue.
'It would be difficult to rush in here.'
He tied the reins to a nearby tree and walked, his eyes burning, following the screams.
Crack!
“Ahh! Sa, save me...!”
Something whitish was entangled with the black-clad assassin.
Callius swung his sword at the white beast that had clung to the assassin.
“Calm down, Whitey. You’re a good boy.”
“Krrrr!”
The beast with the bloody face was none other than the snow cat nicknamed 'the ghost of the snow'.
The smallest feline in the North, with a body size just like that of a claw when standing up.
In Ronheim, where many large animals live, it was treated as a cute small animal, but when it met as a predator and prey, it was a beast that could never be completely cute.
Callius struck the snarling snow cat with his sword just enough to not hurt it, trying to keep its prey from being taken away.
“Hey, hey. You have to eat healthy food.”
“Aaaaaaaaaa!”
Callius took out some dried fish from the bag he was holding and tossed it to the snow cat, who was licking his lips and ready to pounce on the assassin at any moment.
The snow cat ran with surprising speed and snatched it out of the air.
At that moment, the guy's figure seemed to become transparent and disappear into the background.
That's why the snow cat was nicknamed the snow ghost.
In the snowy northern mountains, the snow cat's ingeniously mixed white and gray fur provides perfect camouflage, making it difficult to spot even from a distance.
Especially when a blizzard is coming, it is difficult to notice, even if it is right next to you.
Snow cats have the remarkable ability to leave few footprints in the snow and are surprisingly good at hiding their presence.
Although they are quite powerful beasts, fortunately for humans, snow cats do not prefer human flesh and therefore do not pose a threat to humans.
But the situation is different for a long-starved snow cat. A hungry beast is not a picky eater.
“Hey. Come on.”
Callius patted the fallen assassin, who was bleeding.
“Huh!”
The assassin, who had been briefly unconscious, woke up groaning.
As soon as he woke up, he found Callius looking down at him and nimbly reached for the sword that had fallen beside him. No, he failed to reach for it.
Because his right arm had already disappeared, torn by the snow cat's sharp fangs.
The assassin screamed, swinging his bare right shoulder in disbelief.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”
Red blood was scattered here and there on the pure white snow.
“You’ll die if I just leave it alone.”
Callius turned around, muttering loudly as if to make himself heard.
“What about the other guys?”
Leaving the assassin he had spared behind, he looked for the others.
The screams that had been echoing everywhere just a moment ago were now silent.
'Is he dead?'
As expected, the other assassins had already lost their lives.
“Whitey. Whitey.”
Callius called their names, but the snow cats were too absorbed in the hot, fresh meat to even pretend to hear.
“You must have been very hungry.”
Before they knew it, Whitey had eaten all the dried fish that had been thrown to him and joined him.
Callius stroked the heads of the snow cats that had buried their faces in the corpses.
“It’s not bad to eat junk food sometimes.”
How could the snow cats have surprised him when he was starving? They were unlucky.
“I tried to keep you alive, not kill you.”
Wouldn't that be the only way to find out who's behind it?
“At least I saved one.”
These snow cats were the ones that Callius was looking after.
They followed Callius to Abene when he left Ronheim and waited for him near the moving magic circle.
There was only one reason. They knew that whenever Callius returned via his teleportation magic circle, he would always bring dried fish as a special treat.
"I must have starved you for too long. You're eating all that tasteless human flesh."
The clever snow cats were waiting with empty bellies, eager to feast on the delicious treats that Callius would bring.
They know from experience that once Callius leaves, he usually returns after about a month.
But this time, Callius came back later than usual due to wedding matters, so he must have been very hungry.
So, while he was whining and complaining about the dried fish, the assassins attacked Callius.
The hypersensitive cats couldn't see anything.
Once he bit into it, the taste of blood returned to his hungry mouth, and he seemed to have lost his mind.
Callius glanced at the assassins' clothing, just in case.
He was wondering if he could find any clues that could help him identify him.
Of course, he couldn't find anything.
'You wouldn't carry something like that around with you when you come to assassinate someone.'
He had no choice but to leave.
'I should go to the dorm. There might be more survivors.'
He wasn't too worried because his subordinates were trustworthy, but he still felt like he should go to Chloe quickly just in case.
Just then, Brentian's voice was heard through the snowstorm.
“Marquis! Where are you? Marquis!”
“Brentian, here.”
Callius rode his horse towards Brentian.
“Oh, you’re here. But what are all those things?”
Brentian asked, pointing in the direction of the body.
The blood was so abundant that the gruesome scene was clearly visible even in the snowstorm.
“The assassins have come.”
“An assassin? Why at the cats’ mealtime?”
Brentian slapped his thigh as if he felt sorry.
"Oh, they're all dead. We need to follow them and find out who's behind them."
“I saved one. It must have been running away. Didn’t you see it?”
"I guess we missed each other. If I had seen him, I would have given him a horse and taken him to the city. He wouldn't have frozen to death on the way, would he?"
"The castle isn't far away, so he'll live there. It looks like he has a tourniquet."
Callius asked, riding his horse.
“I hope you are protecting the Princess well.”
"I told you to be on high alert. If anything happens to her, Arrental won't sit still."
Brentian added in an uncertain voice.
"But I think Hawick's going to have a bit of a headache because of the royal knights. They're blocking him from even going up to the floor where the Princess is."
Callius frowned.
“There must have been a gap in our defenses.”
Callius saw shadows approaching him, spreading out in all directions as if surrounding him.
As the distance got closer, their figures became more distinct.
They were assassins armed with swords.
'Why at a time like this?'
Callius looked around and sighed softly.
'I don't think they're northerners.'
It was easy to infer without having to meet him directly.
If they were northerners, they wouldn't have chosen this place or this weather to attempt an assassination.
Woohoo!
Wooooow!
Especially when such a strange sound is heard nearby.
The assassins seemed to think that Callius had not noticed their presence.
Even in the North, they probably don't know much about the physical condition of the Ronheim people who were born and raised in the northernmost part of the country.
Ronheim is almost always hit by blizzards, so the people of Ronheim are accustomed to this type of weather. Thanks to this, their ability to perceive their surroundings in a blizzard has developed remarkably.
'Looking at the sloppy investigation of the assassination target, it seems someone was impatient and demanded my head.'
Given the circumstances, it seems that someone who was dissatisfied with Chloe and his marriage hired the assassin.
'Who could it be?'
The assassins gradually tightened their encirclement, hiding themselves in the surrounding trees and rocks.
Callius held the hilt of his sword in one hand and the reins in the other.
Then one of the assassins let out a sharp, loud whistle.
Whee!
At that signal, assassins rushed towards Callius from all directions.
As the distance narrowed, the assassins' figures became more clearly visible.
One of them lunged at the horse, intent on preventing Callius from escaping, and all three simultaneously swung their swords at Callius.
“Heehee!”
"Hyah!"
Even during that time, Callius did not draw his sword.
“...”
He just stood there, holding the sword hilt and reins tightly.
The assassin, perhaps believing his surprise attack had been successful, took aim at Callius' neck with a curious movement and drew his sword.
But at that moment.
"Ahhhh!"
“Huh?”
“Ugh!”
The assassins screamed and flew into the air, disappearing one by one, like fish caught on a fishing line. It happened in an instant.
“Heeeeeeeeeee!”
The surprised horse cried out loud.
Callius, who had known from the beginning what was going to happen, did not let go of the reins and encouraged his horse.
“Easy. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Soon, terrible screams rang out from all directions.
“Ahhh! What the heck! Aahh! What the heck!”
“Ugh! Go away! Ugh!”
“Save me! Save me! Keuk!”
He heard the sound of something breaking and crunching in the wind.
Callius clicked his tongue.
'It would be difficult to rush in here.'
He tied the reins to a nearby tree and walked, his eyes burning, following the screams.
Crack!
“Ahh! Sa, save me...!”
Something whitish was entangled with the black-clad assassin.
Callius swung his sword at the white beast that had clung to the assassin.
“Calm down, Whitey. You’re a good boy.”
“Krrrr!”
The beast with the bloody face was none other than the snow cat nicknamed 'the ghost of the snow'.
The smallest feline in the North, with a body size just like that of a claw when standing up.
In Ronheim, where many large animals live, it was treated as a cute small animal, but when it met as a predator and prey, it was a beast that could never be completely cute.
Callius struck the snarling snow cat with his sword just enough to not hurt it, trying to keep its prey from being taken away.
“Hey, hey. You have to eat healthy food.”
“Aaaaaaaaaa!”
Callius took out some dried fish from the bag he was holding and tossed it to the snow cat, who was licking his lips and ready to pounce on the assassin at any moment.
The snow cat ran with surprising speed and snatched it out of the air.
At that moment, the guy's figure seemed to become transparent and disappear into the background.
That's why the snow cat was nicknamed the snow ghost.
In the snowy northern mountains, the snow cat's ingeniously mixed white and gray fur provides perfect camouflage, making it difficult to spot even from a distance.
Especially when a blizzard is coming, it is difficult to notice, even if it is right next to you.
Snow cats have the remarkable ability to leave few footprints in the snow and are surprisingly good at hiding their presence.
Although they are quite powerful beasts, fortunately for humans, snow cats do not prefer human flesh and therefore do not pose a threat to humans.
But the situation is different for a long-starved snow cat. A hungry beast is not a picky eater.
“Hey. Come on.”
Callius patted the fallen assassin, who was bleeding.
“Huh!”
The assassin, who had been briefly unconscious, woke up groaning.
As soon as he woke up, he found Callius looking down at him and nimbly reached for the sword that had fallen beside him. No, he failed to reach for it.
Because his right arm had already disappeared, torn by the snow cat's sharp fangs.
The assassin screamed, swinging his bare right shoulder in disbelief.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”
Red blood was scattered here and there on the pure white snow.
“You’ll die if I just leave it alone.”
Callius turned around, muttering loudly as if to make himself heard.
“What about the other guys?”
Leaving the assassin he had spared behind, he looked for the others.
The screams that had been echoing everywhere just a moment ago were now silent.
'Is he dead?'
As expected, the other assassins had already lost their lives.
“Whitey. Whitey.”
Callius called their names, but the snow cats were too absorbed in the hot, fresh meat to even pretend to hear.
“You must have been very hungry.”
Before they knew it, Whitey had eaten all the dried fish that had been thrown to him and joined him.
Callius stroked the heads of the snow cats that had buried their faces in the corpses.
“It’s not bad to eat junk food sometimes.”
How could the snow cats have surprised him when he was starving? They were unlucky.
“I tried to keep you alive, not kill you.”
Wouldn't that be the only way to find out who's behind it?
“At least I saved one.”
These snow cats were the ones that Callius was looking after.
They followed Callius to Abene when he left Ronheim and waited for him near the moving magic circle.
There was only one reason. They knew that whenever Callius returned via his teleportation magic circle, he would always bring dried fish as a special treat.
"I must have starved you for too long. You're eating all that tasteless human flesh."
The clever snow cats were waiting with empty bellies, eager to feast on the delicious treats that Callius would bring.
They know from experience that once Callius leaves, he usually returns after about a month.
But this time, Callius came back later than usual due to wedding matters, so he must have been very hungry.
So, while he was whining and complaining about the dried fish, the assassins attacked Callius.
The hypersensitive cats couldn't see anything.
Once he bit into it, the taste of blood returned to his hungry mouth, and he seemed to have lost his mind.
Callius glanced at the assassins' clothing, just in case.
He was wondering if he could find any clues that could help him identify him.
Of course, he couldn't find anything.
'You wouldn't carry something like that around with you when you come to assassinate someone.'
He had no choice but to leave.
'I should go to the dorm. There might be more survivors.'
He wasn't too worried because his subordinates were trustworthy, but he still felt like he should go to Chloe quickly just in case.
Just then, Brentian's voice was heard through the snowstorm.
“Marquis! Where are you? Marquis!”
“Brentian, here.”
Callius rode his horse towards Brentian.
“Oh, you’re here. But what are all those things?”
Brentian asked, pointing in the direction of the body.
The blood was so abundant that the gruesome scene was clearly visible even in the snowstorm.
“The assassins have come.”
“An assassin? Why at the cats’ mealtime?”
Brentian slapped his thigh as if he felt sorry.
"Oh, they're all dead. We need to follow them and find out who's behind them."
“I saved one. It must have been running away. Didn’t you see it?”
"I guess we missed each other. If I had seen him, I would have given him a horse and taken him to the city. He wouldn't have frozen to death on the way, would he?"
"The castle isn't far away, so he'll live there. It looks like he has a tourniquet."
Callius asked, riding his horse.
“I hope you are protecting the Princess well.”
"I told you to be on high alert. If anything happens to her, Arrental won't sit still."
Brentian added in an uncertain voice.
"But I think Hawick's going to have a bit of a headache because of the royal knights. They're blocking him from even going up to the floor where the Princess is."
Callius frowned.
“There must have been a gap in our defenses.”
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