Chapter 33 - I’d Better Make Sure (1) (1/2)

“How…how did you get in?”

Kuhn closed the door and approached Elena before answering. He noted her surprise expression and spoke in a low voice.

“Infiltration is my specialty.”

“W-what? You mean you snuck in here?”

“To be exact, I got a fake job as a food carrier. In a word, yes.”

Elena looked Kuhn with more surprise than before. House Blaise was a well-known family in the empire who trained knights. The number of them on the castle grounds was greater than that of any other family. Even if he came into the castle in disguise, he had to steal past all that security reach the room of the count’s daughter.

However, the breach was justifiable in some ways. As Carlisle had said, Kuhn’s abilities were exceptional. But what if Kuhn’s aim was Elena’s life? Although Elena had her sword to protect her, as a daughter of a count she was already in enough danger. She felt a chill creep down her spine.

“Let me ask you one more thing. Sir Kasha, have you ever approached someone this way and assassinated someone?”

“That’s…”

He formed his words slowly. What he said came as a shock, despite the monotone sound of his voice.

“…That’s what I’m best at.”

Kuhn, who already seemed to have extraordinary abilities, was most skilled at assassination…

Elena had a headache for a moment, but this was to be expected. When they first met, she thought he looked more appropriate as assassin than a knight. Elena wondered what Carlisle was thinking, but he was not there to answer her question. She spoke to Kuhn instead.

“Let me ask you directly. If your mission was to assassinate me, can you kill me in Blaise Castle and escape? What are your chances of success?”

“There is a difference between infiltrating a castle to have a secret conversation, and another for the purpose of taking another person’s life. Each variable would need to be calculated exponentially. And within Blaise Castle, there’s not a very high probability of success. Moreso, after an assassination it would be almost impossible for me to live and escape.”

Elena smiled when she heard the answer.

“If you put that in a different sense, you can kill me if you risk your life?”

Kuhn had no knowledge of Elena’s swordsmanship abilities, but there still stood the chance of an successful assassination attempt.

For the first time, Kuhn did not answer, and Elena took it as tacit confirmation. How many assassins in the Ruford Empire could answer like Kuhn now?

Kuhn Kasha. It was a name she had never heard of in her last life. She envied how Carlisle had such a capable man.

“Let me ask you one last question.”