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Alyssa carried a cloth bag and ran through the snowy streets. A dark red liquid oozed from the bottom of the linen bag, and passers-by looked away in horror from the dripping blood.

At the end of the Hundred Years' War, the imperial capital could receive battle reports from the front every day. The knights sent to the front line were wiped out, and the iron cavalry of the Byron Empire occupied the coastal areas, greedily coveting the kingdoms of the Holuthia Alliance.

The successive bad news had numbed the people of the imperial capital, so much so that no one would care about what the little girl was carrying...... Or rather, whose head it is.

Alyssa was unaware of the blood on her cheeks, and she rushed into a manor house in a hurry.

A diminutive old woman was asking something to a hooded man. Seeing her come in, the man nodded respectfully to Alyssa and walked away.

"Teacher, can I join the Assassin Guild?" Alyssa threw the linen bag on the ground as the man left. The bag spread out, and a man's head rolled aside.

The old woman, whom Alyssa had called her teacher, frowned, and she recognized the head on the ground—a nobleman had offered a high price for his head because he had gathered a group of bandits and looted supply convoys to the front line many times.

"Who told you about this mission?" The old man looked at Alyssa's blood-soaked light armor, the scabbard was half broken, and the exposed knight's sword had been curled, and it looked like it was the result of the fight.

Alyssa didn't answer, staring at her stubbornly.

"Alyssa, how many times have I said that I didn't teach you swordsmanship so that you could join the Assassins' Guild!" the old man rebuked her harshly, "You are always so willful, how should I deal with your father's undead?"

"I'm already on my own! I'm ......"

The old man interrupted her unceremoniously: "It's really a shame, this person is just a clown who wants to make war money, you are still far from being alone...... Until I master the Hundred Winds, I will never agree to you joining the Assassins' Guild!"

With that, the old man snorted coldly.

Although Alyssa has made rapid progress, with her physical strength at the moment, it is impossible to complete more than 100 slashes in one go, and she just wants to dispel the other party's idea of joining the Assassin Guild.

"Teacher, that's what you said!" a hint of joy crossed Alyssa's face, she had already mastered the slash, and in her opinion, as long as she trained with this momentum, she would be able to master it completely in less than a month. Alyssa, who was afraid that the other party would regret it, did not forget to add: "A word is a certainty!"

"Wait a minute!"

The old man stopped Alyssa, who was trotting out of the manor excitedly, and his frown eased slightly: "Use this." ”

She untied the thin sword from her waist and threw it at the other man.

The sword has accompanied her through three wars, and countless lords have fallen to its sword. The blade of the sword is carved with fine lines. She single-handedly founded the Assassin Guild, received countless orphans from wars, and the pattern on the blade of her sword gradually became the symbol of the Assassin Guild.

At this moment, she transferred the symbol of the Assassin's Guild to her last student, and the only student alive.

Killing and death were the whole of an Assassin's life, and the reason why she refused to allow Alyssa to join the Assassin Guild, even though there were few people in the Guild who were no match for Alyssa except for her and a few of the Patriarchs.

Alyssa Shucarredo.

It was a name that would be remembered by the entire people of the Imperial Capital, and her destination was not the Assassin Guild, but the most sacred council in the Church.

Knights of the Round Table.

After the footsteps disappeared, the old man bent down and skillfully wrapped his head in a blood-soaked linen bag. Of course, she knew about the Knights of the Round Table's lineage, and that only after the death of the previous Knights of the Round Table could a successor take the vacant seat. And she knew that the seat would soon become vacant.

Because the church told her that the name of the next target was Glahide.

At the blacksmith shop in the bazaar, a sturdy man was pounding the long sword on the iron felt, and when he saw Alyssa, he shook his head helplessly.

Putting a teenage girl with blood on her hands, that's war.

But he was no longer surprised by such a sight, and in order to make up for the vacancy at the front, a large number of ungraduated students were sent to the front. Almost every day he could see a few familiar faces in the crowd of departures, and as an ordinary blacksmith, all he could do was make his weapons as sharp as possible.

No one knows if the students will be able to come back, and few even care about it. In the eyes of the nobles, the knights sent to the front were nothing more than a list of names and numbers, and the only thing they needed to confirm was that their children were not among them.

"Put your sword there. ”

The blacksmith beckoned without looking back.

It wasn't the first time Alyssa had come to practice a sword, but he couldn't imagine how a teenage girl could cut a blade.

"Uncle Tige, this time I'm here to tell you that you don't need to help me cultivate my sword in the future!"

Alyssa squinted, her innocent smile and the blood on her face blended in a strange beauty. Tyg was stunned by this smile for a moment, and subconsciously swung the hammer on his thumb.

"Whew!"

This tough guy screamed in pain.

"Ho ho ho, Dig, you're so embarrassed!" After inspecting the safety work, the man who hurried in not only did not care in the slightest, but leaned back and smiled back. He threw the dice in his hand and spared no effort to bewitch the other party: "Since your hand is injured, you don't have to work, let's bet on him today!"

Tyge gasped, this man was a vampire, and the day before yesterday he accidentally lost the gold coins he had saved for a few days to the other party.

"Just right, let my apprentice be a notary!"

"Who is your apprentice?"

Alyssa stepped on the other party hard, and the face of the man who was smiling back and forth turned green: "Alyssa, you make me so sad, it seems that ......"

The man paused, and he looked like he had seen a ghost and pointed to the saber on Alyssa's waist: "Huh, that stingy old woman is willing to give you the saber!"

Alyssa straightened her chest, which was not full, and replied triumphantly: "This is a qualified teacher!"

"Bump—"

The giant sword on the man's back slammed into the ground, and a deep pit suddenly appeared in front of the blacksmith shop-"Since you have said so, you should take my sword with you!"

"Who wants your sword!

"Oh!?Did you hear me, Dig, Alyssa called me master!" the man was overjoyed—"Dig, it's a good day, how about we take a gamble right away!"

......

Tiger...... Big, or small?"

Thirteen years later, the imperial capital.

Ying raised the dice Gu in Yang's hand, and there seemed to be a little drunkenness in his voice. He sat in the clearing in the corner of the bazaar, and this time, there was no blacksmith shop in front of him, and there was no blacksmith named Tyger who was sweating profusely.

But he still faced a statue and shook the dice.

"Look, I'm not out this time!"

In the night, his back was lonely and desolate.

Alyssa stood not far away, quietly watching the obviously drunk back. Shadow was a very poor drinker, and when he got drunk, he would make trouble, for which he was often reprimanded by Henry V.

Few people know that Ying is a very nostalgic person.

When she came back to her senses, she had already walked from the manor unconsciously.

"Haha! It's great, I've won Tyger, get the gold coins!" he shouted madly at the statue. (To be continued.) )