Echoing footsteps, cold stone floors.

There was a shout from behind him. Someone saw me. I ran along the wide porch, doors flashing on either side. Ahead was the stone arch - my exit from this barracks. Suddenly, an entire patrol slid into view, blocking its way. The situation is not good.

I turned around and lunged in the direction I came from. More soldiers lunged at me. My fingertips started to itch, but there were too many people. I jumped through a door, closed it shut, and lowered the plank latch.

The Assassin's blade is just one of her many weapons. His voices echoed in my head, and after years of training, they lingered. Know where to start. Know where to get your hands dirty. Anything can be a tool to complete an assassination.

I quickly walked through the room. It's some kind of loot showroom. Reinforced layer by layer, there is a side door that leads to the cloister at the rear. Behind me was the sound of armor crashing against oak. The steel folds and sturdy construction should buy me some time, enough for me—

The sound of wood breaking interrupted my train of thought, and a huge axe bit through the door. Ahead, another door opened, and more soldiers poured in.

Too many people and too well prepared. They knew in advance that I was coming.

The soldiers were dressed in Noxian colors, but wore a family crest that belonged to a family that openly rebelled against Trevary. They are too confident in their own strength, and they actually have time to paint in addition to preparing for battle. It's so cute.

I pulled out the double blade.

Those in the front row slowed their pace, spread out to the sides, and took their weapons. The soldiers who entered through the door behind them were similarly separated and outflanked. They circled me and formed a trained formation. Six in front and seven in the back. It's not easy to do.

It's more fun when there's a challenge.

His voice invaded my head again. Think fast. Move faster. Plan before you fight, and feel intuitive.

I let a blade fly. It swept past the chandelier on the roof of the shed, shattering the chains, and smashing the chandelier into the group of soldiers behind me. The two bodies fell to the floor, and the candles on the chandelier fell and rolled in all directions, reflecting flickering shadows that made them involuntarily follow their tracks. I rushed to the nearest man and plunged my dagger into his ribs. He made a choking sound, which was the blood in his lungs.

I pulled the dagger from his body, causing a pleasant squeezing sound, and threw the dagger at the second chandelier. It also slammed into the ground, and the last light source in the room went out. At the same time, I stepped sideways to the sprinting soldier and used his inertia to make him crash into the two men who were rushing behind me.

Cries of warning and cries of confusion echoed through the stone walls, and they struggled in the darkness, suddenly not knowing which figure was the enemy and which was the friend.

I don't have that problem.

and beyond the reach of ordinary people. Disrupt the senses and let their intuition become a weakness.

I lunged forward, close to the ground, and lifted the dagger from where it landed. The dagger hit a man in the throat, then someone's eye, then someone's kidney, until a shout drowned out all the screams.

"You idiots! There she is! ”

The rest of the soldiers stumbled towards me, I closed my eyes, sensed the position of the second dagger, focused my attention inward, and then jumped instantly.

They saw me disappear into thin air and screamed in confusion. I fell behind them, grabbed the dagger and began to gallop, cutting the Achilles tendons of several people's ankles. I won a few screams of pain and surprise, and three more people fell to the ground. It's a tried and tested feeling.

I took the daggers back into the air and plunged a pair of daggers into a man's shoulders, and he shouted, and I kicked him away and did a backflip. As he fell to the ground, I threw two daggers at the faces of the other two soldiers.

The grip of a spear struck me in the face. I bounced back, slightly dizzy. The soldier who had caught my flaw flipped his spear over and stabbed me in the heart with the tip of his spear. I jumped again, appearing in mid-air, and I grabbed a dagger in my hand and pulled him out of his face.

A tomahawk slashed at my ribs, and I barely converted the attack into a parry, and I staggered a few steps back, the sound of metal clashing echoing in my ears. It was a huge man who swung the tomahawk, and he raised his weapon again, and I jumped to another dagger again. As soon as I drew my dagger, another soldier swung her mallet and smashed it into the head of her comrade. The spikes of the mallet cut my arm and saw blood.

I rolled backwards and returned to my original form in a crouching position. Four of the people who were still standing scattered before me. A few others were injured but did not breathe. Everyone was peering at me in the dark. Apparently they now know to track down both my dagger and myself.

Don't accept a fair matchup. A besieged assassin is equal to a dead assassin. My eyes quickly swept between the two exits.

Then she strode into the room.

She entered through a side door. He was accompanied by two personal guards, each carrying a crossbow. She held a torch in one hand and a sword in the other. A wild smirk pulsed at the corners of his mouth. Even in the dark, her glowing confidence and charisma are palpable. Everyone immediately looked at her.

My goal.

"Oops, I'm so disappointed," she said unhurriedly. "If Trefali sent me just an ugly assassin, they must be cornered."

Her verbal taunt was betrayed by the sound of footsteps outside the door. Reinforcements, coming quickly. Apparently she had underestimated the number of people needed to surround me.

But if I die in the end, I'm overestimating myself.

If exposed, hide immediately. Never go head-to-head with your opponent. Never assassinate someone else in sight.

I smiled and stared into her eyes. "Farewell, Commander."

I threw the dagger straight up. Two crossbow arrows were fired at the dagger at once, and they were anticipating my momentary jump. The four surviving soldiers began to charge.

The dagger was spinning, and time seemed to slow down.

One lap. Two laps.

I threw another dagger at the soldier's back, aiming it at my target. A guard stepped in front of her, daggers firmly embedded in his breastplate.

Three laps, four laps.

I leapt at the dagger—my inertia piercing the sword through the man's armor and into the flesh. I saw the whites of his eyes, a mixture of surprise, pain, and fear. Behind me, I heard the shouts and turns of the others. Speed deserves praise. But it's not enough.

Five laps, six laps.

The commander stepped back in a panic and raised his sword. Her reflexes were dulled by surprise. I drew my dagger and slammed forward. My free hand grabbed him by the hair, the blade biting her throat.

Seven laps. Boom.

Another bolt passed through where I had just stood, but I was gone. The bolt hit my target in the chest, and I jumped back to where the dagger was, and it ended its maneuver in the air and stuck it on the ground. I hold a bloody dagger in one hand. ...... in the other hand It was the target's severed head, and her expression froze in a moment of consternation.

Her body collapsed. Blood splattered on the stone floor. Her soldiers froze, their disbelief and horror at what had just happened.

I threw the human head in front of them.

"Greetings from Grand Commander Svein."

More soldiers arrived at the door. Their exclamations and cries of rage made me ecstatic.

Never go head-to-head with your opponent. Never assassinate someone else in sight. The voice repeated in my head. But for some reason, it seems quieter now than before. I burst out laughing.

I'm no longer your assassin, father. I am no longer bound by your cowardly rules.

I shook off the blood from my blade and looked down at the soldiers in front of me. Fear is not inferior to any dagger weapon. Let them see. Let the rumors spread. I am not just an instrument of death.

I am the true Noxian will.

In front of me, a soldier shouted and began to charge. I couldn't help but scoff and raised my twin blades again.

Indiscriminate killing is not taboo for me.

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