Chapter 4 (1/2)

Chapter 4: The Bloody Assassins

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Hurry, they’re coming,” Link urged, his voice soft.

“Don’t rush me. I’m putting them on,” Celine complained under her breath.

Link turned his head to glance at her. He was stunned.

The young girl had had no choice but to take off her nightdress in order to put on the short robe and trousers. The underclothes she wore were very thin. Part of her naked waist peeked out mischievously. Under the hazy moonlight and contrasted by the curvy hips below, her waist seemed especially slender, her skin so white it was blinding.

Link felt his blood boil. Hurriedly, he averted his gaze, “I saw Assassins coming over. Later, follow me. If anything happens, I’ll protect you,” he explained under his breath.

All the Dark Elves involved in this operation were Elites and extremely powerful. In the game, during his escape from Gladstone, they had all been in Elite mode, with insanely high blood and attack levels.

Normal Apprentices stood no chance against them.

“Assassins? That’s terrible!” Celine quickened her pace. A scream from outside the window proved what Link had just explained.

As she had finished putting on her clothes, Link walked towards the door. Ten feet away from it, he pointed his wand at the lock and activated The Magician’s Hand. The door swung open.

Some Magician’s Apprentices milled about outside the door, but luckily no Assassins.

“It’s safe, follow me!”

Link beckoned to Celine. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to clash with any Assassins. He wasn’t afraid of them, but it meant that he had to use his limited Mana.

Celine followed him unquestioningly. She found that the Link in front of her was completely different from usual. There was a gravitas about him.

“This human is strange.” Celine looked at the back of his figure curiously. He didn’t seem anxious despite there being creatures all around ready to kill them. Link was observing the situation in the hall, and not particularly paying attention to the girl’s odd behavior.

His image of Celine, according to the original Link’s memories, was that of a gentle, mild-mannered maiden. It seemed as if nothing could faze her. Because of that, Link didn’t think that there was anything off about the way that she was behaving.

The hall was a mess. The Magician’s Apprentices were all in a state of confusion. They had no idea what was going on.

“What happened, why is it so noisy?”

“Damn it, I was having some good dreams earlier!”

“Good heavens, what a mess!”

Seeing Link come out from Celine’s room, the Apprentices all turned to look at him in astonishment. Some couldn’t hold back their thoughts.

“A piece of trash and a commoner, actually fooling around in the middle of the night? Trash!” This was spat out in jealousy.

“Celine, why would you shame yourself doing this?” This came from a confused fellow Apprentice.

Celine’s face, which had been calm and collected, flushed pink. Just as she opened her mouth to defend herself, a shrill scream came from the first floor of the Apprentice’s Dorm.

It was a scream that could only come from someone dying in agony, piercing and echoing throughout the building and catching everyone’s attention all at once.

“What happened?”

“Damn it, it sounded like Madame Fairfax.”

Bam! A Magician’s Apprentice raced out of his room, yelling, “Look outside, there are people attacking the academy!”

In just a short while, many of the academy’s buildings had been set on fire. Every now and then, the sounds of magical explosions filled the air. In the Garden of Magic nearby, they could see the vague outlines of people fighting and flashes of magic.

It was chaos.

“Oh, God of Light, who can tell me what’s going on?”

“Good heavens, it’s the Dark Elves, the lackeys of Lolth, the Spider Queen. Look, here they come!”

At the top of the stairs leading to the second floor stood two figures fully clad in black leather. Though they were masked, their characteristic dark red eyes and ashen gray skin betrayed their race.

Link was startled at the sight of them. He knew that a battle was unavoidable. He pulled Celine into a room.

He had a reason for doing so. The hall was too large, meaning that there was too much space around the two of them. The elves would be difficult to handle. On the contrary, the door to the room that they were in was small and narrow. Even if the Assassins followed him in, he only had to face one opponent at a time. This would reduce his Mana consumption significantly.

Alarmed cries came from outside the door.

“He killed Madame Fairfax!” a Magician’s Apprentice yelled and pointed at one of the Dark Elves. The Dark Elf held a bloody, dripping dagger.

The Assassin responded with his actions.

One of the Assassins fitted an arrow into the Dark Elf Bow in his hand. Pulling it swiftly, he released the string with a twang, causing the arrow to fly and land square in the throat of the Magician’s Apprentice.

The Apprentice crumpled to the ground, blood spreading out on the floor around him. The scent of blood filled the air.