Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 104

Chapter 104
Anfey wiped his bloody dagger on the man’s shirt . He stood up and walked towards where he had been watching from earlier .


As he rounded the corner, he saw another man hurrying toward him with a jug of wine in his hands . "Look," the man said, grinning proudly . "Look at this wine . Some of the best . "
"It's a bit murky, isn’t it?" Anfey asked .
"No way!" the man said . He raised the bottle to his eyes .
The bottle obscured his eyes, so he did not see Anfey making a move to slash his throat . He felt his body weakening, and when the bottle fell from his limp fingers, he looked at Anfey in confusion . He could not understand why Anfey would do something like that .
Anfey caught the bottle in his hand . He grabbed the man and lowered him to the ground, silent .
In the storage room, another man was cursing and rummaging through the room . Steaks were readily available to everyone, and didn’t seem to be available in this room .
Anfey pushed through the door and entered the storage room .
"What are you doing here?" the man asked .
"She didn’t want steaks anymore," Anfey said, shrugging . "Asking for turkey this time . "
"Where am I supposed to find that?" the man asked .
"What can I say? She’s picky . Just try and look for it . Something is better than nothing . "
"Goddammit," the man cursed . "Wait . Help me look for it . "
Anfey nodded and began flipping through things on the shelf . Soon he stumbled across the steak the other man was looking for .
"Isn't this steak?"
"You found it?" the man moved over and asked . "It’s raw, though," he said .
"I'll go cook it," Anfey said . He handed the man a packet of loose powder . "Don't let her see this," he said .
"Don't worry," the man said . He accepted the powder . "Is it powerful?"
"Of course," Anfey said, grinning . "Very much so . "
The man smirked and nodded . He hid the power packet in his left hand and left the storage room .


As he walked past Anfey, he saw a silvery flash out of the corner of his eye . He was the highest ranking man under Orwell, just after Orwell himself, and was a junior swordsman . Anfey’s movement was sudden and fast, and he was distracted, but he was still able to grab the dagger .
Anfey’s wrist twisted, and left the dagger partially in the man . He took out the manticore’s sting and stabbed the man in the face with it .
Before the man could summon his combat power, his body had already frozen in place . Anfey removed the tail and pierced the man’s throat with his dagger . The man fell to the ground limply .

Anfey walked out of the storage room calmly . Once outside, he saw Suzanna’s angry face .
"You were going to drug me?" she asked .
"It’s an act, Suzanna," Anfey said . "Don’t take it personally . "
"You can’t just try to drug me!"
"Alright, alright," Anfey said . "I’m sorry, alright? Let’s take care of that guy upstairs first . "
Suzanna snorted and turned her eyes away .


Anfey took out a piece of black cloth and hid his face behind it . He then handed one to Suzanna, who looked at him curiously .
"If you don’t want to kill every witness, you better wear that," Anfey said . "Don’t forget, there’s an extraneous woman up there . "
"Alright," Suzanna said . She tied the cloth around her face carefully . Anfey moved over and pulled a hood down over her hair . Her hair was too distinctive and should be hidden in case someone saw it and linked it back to her .
This move, purely out of concern for secrecy, seemed less innocent than it was . The two were close enough that, if someone was watching, they could be mistaken for a couple about to kiss .
Anfey had treated Suzanna as a friend, and so felt nothing . However, Suzanna felt slightly uncomfortable . Whenever Anfey breathe on her, she felt a strange sensation in her stomach . However, she did not say anything .
"Alright . " Anfey took a step back and looked at her .
The two ascended the stairs carefully, avoiding any unnecessary sounds . There were only four rooms, and Orwell didn’t care who heard him .
"Please," a woman’s voice said . "My husband will kill me . "
Orwell laughed . He didn’t care if the woman’s husband would murder her . He knew that the husband didn’t have enough power to come after him .
"Stop!" the woman cried . It was too late . Her refusal meant nothing to Orwell .
Anfey stood quietly by the door and waited . Next to him, Suzanna was flushed red, and her breath was getting heavy . Scenes like this did not have an effect on Anfey, but they did on Suzanna . If she wasn’t on a mission, she would likely have fled the scene .
The woman’s moans were getting louder . Orwell’s movement was clearly getting faster as well, evident from the creaking bed frame .
Suzanna turned to Anfey . Seeing that he was unaffected, she turned back and decided to endure . Her hands were slightly shaking, however, because it was all too much for someone like her to take in .
Finally, Orwell groaned loudly . Anfey kicked open the door and hurried inside . He then jumped into the air and lunged towards a shocked Orwell .
Orwell suddenly flipped and placed the woman on top of him as a shield . Anfey moved his wrist, and avoided the woman . His dagger made a deep cut on the left side of Orwell’s face .
Orwell yelped in pain . He threw the woman at Anfey and reached for his longsword . Just then, Suzanna dashed into the room . Her sword, coated in white combat power, aimed straight at Orwell’s chest . However, she was stunned by his nakedness, and her aim was slightly off . Her sword only caught him in his abdomen .
Anfey jumped upwards and around the woman . Then he held out his dagger and jumped towards Orwell . Because of his wound, Orwell was slower than he otherwise would have been . His fingers had only found his sword when the dagger pierced his wrist . Even though Orwell had used his combat power, it was too weak and couldn’t shield him from that level of attack . The dagger left a deep wound on his wrist, severing even one of his wrist bones .
Anfey blinked in surprised . If it was a normal man, the whole hand would have been severed from the body .
Orwell screamed in pain . His right wrist was severely damaged, and he had no more strength left to draw his sword . In a moment of panic he swung his left fist at his attacker . However, he was in too much pain to properly fight . Anfey avoided his attack easily and buried his dagger in Orwell’s neck . Suzanna stabbed him in the chest hard with her sword . The sword went through Orwell’s body and nailed him to the bed .
Orwell’s body twitched a few times, then his head rolled to the side . Blood dripped down from the side of his mouth, and then he was still .