Please stop...
Save me...
Spare me..
I'm sorry...
The cries of desperate women echoed from various rooms into the empty hall. Accompanied by various explicit, disturbing, and lewd sounds.
The air was filled with a strong stench of alcohol, smoke, and a combination of various other things.
Well, Zelda did not possess a sense of smell so none of that mattered to her. A figure slowly arose from the shadows as she walked down the empty hall.
Her job was simply to capture as many as she could while eliminating the rest and preventing any possibility of escape.
She had already taken care of the guards standing by the entrance but unfortunately, they were far too weak and had died from a single hit so she could not capture them.
She soon came upon the first occupied room and entered it. Temporarily Turing her body into shadows before turning solid again allows her to walk through any solid surfaces with cracks.
Entering the room, she saw a rather large demon mounted on top of a slender figure that continuously mumble the phrase, "I'm sorry " while the Demon ignores her cries as he continues to pound her with his hands around her neck.
He seems to have perfected the timing of when to stop so she would regain her breath before choking her again. The girl underneath him appears to be a rare species, a dragonkin of sorts, which seems to please the Demon greatly as he occasionally pulled on her tail.
He also occasionally reached down to grab the woman's breasts, deforming the soft flesh between his fingers.
She seems to have less and less of a reaction as time went on and the Demon moved even faster, seeming to enjoy snuffing the life out of the lady and appearing to be very close to climax.
Zelda contemplated on how to proceed. She had not been given any instructions on how to deal with a situation like this.
—The air behind him changed and Baron Taibo froze.
"Ah!"
He hurriedly turned back, and a slender figure appeared in his vision. She was clad in all black so it was hard to make her visage out fully but her curvy figure made his tool even harder than it already was.
He felt like he would climax in his next stroke.
The soles of the girl's — Zelda's' — shoes clicked neatly as she walked into the room. Taibo was a bit confused about why this lady was walking into his room.
This was not his first time coming here, and this had never happened before. Was she a member of the organization? He clearly remembered he had paid all of his debts and even lent a few of his men to the organization recently so if anything, they should be the ones owing him a favour.
Wait, was this their way of repayment?
The girl walked closer to the bed and Taibo saw her face, despite her being a bit pale, her appearance was leagues above the Dragonkin he was currently ducking.
'Hell yeah.'
This was most definitely his lucky day and there was no doubt in his mind that this was a gift sent by Numbers.
His face twisted with great enthusiasm as he resumed thrusting his tool into the Dragonkin and stretched out his right hand to grab the chest of the green-eyed girl.
Perhaps he should have ordered her to strip while he continues fucking the Dragonkin but he was just too excited to wait, his hands only inches away from his price when—
"I suppose that classifies you as a target."
The sweet yet terrifying voice immediately sent chills down his spine. Then again, perhaps this was simply from the pain of his missing fingers that had dropped on the ground before he had even realized what happened.
His entire body was rendered limp instantly from the pain and terror that had so suddenly flooded his system.
"Aieuiiii! Aaaaah... My fingers..."
Strange sounds came out of the baron's mouth as his body trembled furiously, his mind apparently going blank as he attempt to flee.
However, Zelda had no interest in a chase, and his body whirled out of the bed. A swift wind blew across his head, and his body collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. A ball hit the wall and slid to the ground, trailing blood in its wake.
A moment later, the man's headless body spewed a geyser of blood from its neck, covering the ground in gore.
Zelda was careful not to stain her shoes and her technique was perfect. Without the use of any skills, she swiftly decapitated her target in the blink of an eye.
He didn't even have to struggle but had lost his life not knowing why or who was responsible.
Zelda's gaze landed on the girl laying motionless on the bed. She was surely already hooked on drugs and the only one in this world capable of saving her was surely only Erin.
However, saving the slaves here was not part of her assignment. She had only ventured into this room looking for members of Numbers but encountered a rather peculiar person.
Having judged he was not a member of Numbers, her next action should've been to subdue him and await further instructions, so she didn't know why she had ended up killing him.
Zelda tilted her head to the side as she contemplated the issue but immediately gave up on the thought.
She would simply add this to her report after completing her mission and subduing everyone she came across.
Thinking that was the best option she could make, Zelda rapidly nodded her head as she walked out of the room.
She then casually took care of the other clients in the various rooms as she continued her search. Coming to the end of the hall, Zelda extended her senses through the door in front and found nothing.
She then walked through the door and unsurprisingly, there was no living being within the empty room. To the right was a giant rack where different types of weapons were hung.
To the left was a small round table with an empty box placed on it. Apparently, there was someone here until presently. Perhaps they had heard the screams of the client earlier and ran away.
Zelda suddenly felt bad. Although she hadn't been explicitly asked to be stealthy, she was still a rogue, and allowing her enemies to be aware of her presence ahead of time was a failure on her part.
Just as she contemplated her mistake, the door at the other side of the room slowly creaked open and a male figure walked out of it. Behind the door, she could see pools of blood and several bodies laying lifelessly on the ground. So clearly, this person was not part of the organization.
He held several rolled-up scrolls in his hand and with a single glance at the room behind the door, one could tell the table and the shelves had been ransacked, most likely in search of specific documents which were now in his hands.
"I was wondering why the guards here were suddenly aware of my presence when I managed to infiltrate this far undetected. I suppose you're the reason for that?"
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed and his expression darken. He appears to be clearly annoyed by Zelda's presence as it seems he had wanted to go about his business undetected, not leaving any traces behind.
He was a handsome young demon with long black hair that was currently tied in a high ponytail, he also had green eyes slightly similar to hers. Wearing a black body-fitting suit with dark green metal greaves and Vambraces, and wielding a long thin blade similar to a Kodachi.
Zelda tilted her head slightly, pondering on what to do. If this person wasn't part of the organization and wasn't a client, should she still kill or subdue him, or should she let him leave?
The only person she had a direct connection to was her creator but unfortunately, she was currently under the command of one of his Demon Generals so she could not seek guidance from her master on how to proceed.
Using a conjunction spell in front of an enemy was not ill-advised so she was left to made a decision for herself.
"Huh... an undead assassin? I take it you are also from the Darknar region. To be capable of entering the city undetected, you must possess some skills. Are you also the reason why the ones from the three regions failed to attack the envoys?"
Zelda completely ignored his questions as she contemplated what to do. From her investigations, she was aware of his identity as one of the 5th princess's two-person guards so naturally she alt to report this back to her current supervisor, (Rain) before making a move, yet that did not seem possible at the moment.
However—
"Tsk! I don't know why I'm talking to an undead anyway, you're all just mindless creatures, to begin with. I won't allow anyone to get in the way of my mission."
*Plop.
Before she could even think of a solution, Blane suddenly sank into his shadow as though he had jumped into a pool of water.
Assassinate ?
*Swoosh!
A sudden gust of wind cut through Zelda's body as an invisible blade sliced through the air several times in an instant, aimed at every single vital spot in her body.
However—
? Shadow Dweller ?
The blade that had moved faster than the eyes could see and even faster than sound could keep up with, completely sliced through its intended target without facing so much as an ounce of resistance. It was as though his blade had just cut through nothing but thin air.
The ability to exist in both the Shadow realm and the physical realm at the same time was the embodiment of the skill, Shadow Dweller. As long as it was active, the user will not receive any physical damage whatsoever.
For anyone else, this skill would become a double edge sword as it also prevented the user from attacking while it was active. However, as Zelda possessed the skill as a Racial ability, as such, she was able to use it instinctively as her level of mastery was already maxed out from the beginning.
Able to switch it on and off instantaneously.
*Swish... Bang! swoosh... Boom!
A series of sounds reverberated in the air as Zelda instinctively retaliated to the strike she had just received with a lightning-fast spinning hook kick.
Despite the fact, he had turned himself invisible for his attack, Zelda's strike was fearsomely accurate as though she was completely aware of his location and her reaction and attack speed were faster than he had expected much less keep up with.
His body had been flung through the air, smashing into the wall with a devastating impact that almost completely shattered the wall, sending vibrations through the entire building and leaving a massive dent in the wall.
Completely stumped by the weight of such a simple attack without the use of any skills or
enhancement of any kind, Blane gasp for air as he struggled to repair his internal organs with the healing item he always carries on him.
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