478,
After some time, a head stealthily peeked out from the open door. It extended a bit, then retreated back. After several back and forth movements, the whole head finally emerged. With a mask covering the nose and mouth, looking every bit like a flower thief, Cyclone sneaked back onto the battlefield.
Surveying the twenty-two sleeping figures on the ground, Cyclone pulled out a dagger without hesitation. "Ah~ Finally, it's time for me to shine," Cyclone squatted beside the leader of the assassination group. "You, you despicable man, any last words?" No one answered, for all were in the realm of slumber. Cyclone knew the leader wouldn't respond and didn't expect any. However, as a gentleman, a little play on a man's body occasionally could be quite enjoyable.
Cyclone carefully carved the man's face with the dagger, creating a floral pattern. Finally, on the man's belly, he carved words like "This is the Sword of Victory." Tired of the game, Cyclone remained silent and plunged the dagger without a word. The pitiful leader perished without the chance to witness his sword being hailed as the mightiest.
Ten in total, one by one, sparing not even the women. These people were chasing after Elyse, and leaving them alive might invite further trouble in the future. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Cyclone dealt with them on the spot and left no loose ends. To minimize the aftermath, each time Cyclone retrieved his dagger from their bodies, he would cover the wounds with a piece of cloth, staunching the blood and concealing any traces left behind at the scene.
Applying rescue experience to the art of killing, Cyclone chuckled silently, "All of this is for you. From now on, we are accomplices." Running a hand through Elyse's golden locks, the unflinching killer Cyclone rose to prepare for the next phase. Below the breach, a wooden cart awaited, ready for the deceased members of the assassination group.
One by one, Cyclone pushed the dead onto the cart until the fifth, then hurried downstairs. Exerting himself, Cyclone finally transported the bodies to a small wooden house. Next, he used the now empty cart to ferry the nuns and the innkeeper back into the room. After nearly half an hour, even his own wife, Hilmirya, was carried down to the chamber.
Placing them in the room still laced with anesthetic gas ensured they would sleep longer and allowed Cyclone to bring the cart back. "So tired... utterly exhausted..." Leaning his face against the wall, Cyclone let his weary body rest for a moment. After recuperating, Cyclone persevered, transporting the remaining five bodies to the small wooden house.
With this, Cyclone could set ablaze and obliterate all the members of the assassination group. "Good... by tomorrow, no one will disturb me and Elyse again." Away from the slowly kindling flames, having completed a grueling task, Cyclone dragged his exhausted body back to Yuna's side.
The dead have been taken care of, back on the battlefield, Cyclone looked at the remaining people.
"Hmm..."
Among the twelve people here, some were their own wives, some were heroic warriors, and some were unfamiliar beauties.
Cyclone pondered for a moment, analyzing the relationships between the people here.
First, Sonja and the pagan formed one group, opposing the four Holy Ones.
The other three individuals, though their backgrounds were unknown, based on the reactions of the others just now, that silver-haired girl sleeping on the table was definitely a well-known troublemaker.
The silver short hair reminded Cyclone of someone with a similar hair color from their memory.
"What should I do..."
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