Pride of the Assassins
Volume 1 The Assassin Tutor And The Incompetent Gifted Girl
[Home Room Earlier]
Name: Melida Angel
Class: Unknown
HP: 5MP: 0 Attack: 1 Defense: 1 Agility: 2 Attack Help: – Defense Help: – Skill: No Overall: [1-G]
*According to the Flandre United Battle Skills Report
(Extract from Saint Frideswide Girls' Academy Registration Report)
"Isn't this sad..”.
The young man involuntarily groaned as he turned his gaze away from the sheepskin parchment. There was a large porch without lights in front of him, as he decided to search the chair carefully while looking around so as not to stumble, he sighed following his steps.
“I have never seen such attribute level, let alone that, it turns out that there is an existing [G] grading level?”
“Oh, this is the first time I know too,”
The fellow youth said while whistling and at the same time picked up the report. He glanced at the single-digit attribute and made a mock laugh while releasing smoke from his cigarette.
It seemed that this man in his forties was the young man's superior in terms of the military, but his appearance was not neat, either, plus her long hair that had not been trimmed in a long time included how she had never cared for it, the sport with the unkempt stump had made her honor fall to the bottom of the rock. The young man sadly waved his hand, dispersing the smoke.
Although the young man had a toned body and an adult aura around him, he was only 17 years old. Of course, due to the various needs of her mission, she had been trained to be able to use some drugs, not to mention cigarettes or alcohol, but she had never liked the addiction of these adults.
At the large foyer table, there was a row of bottles of whiskey of adult choice, a bottle of which needed to cost several months of youth salary. However, there were some bottles that broke because the alcohol inside dripped onto the carpet. The fireplace has not been lit, of course there is no sign of occupants.
Outside the foyer, there is a spiral staircase that connects to the second floor along with two doors, each connecting to the dining room and reception room. The superior gently pointed at the second floor using his staff while the young man nodded.
His left hand rested on the black sword of his hip, at the same time taking his first steps up the stairs.
“Do not care about the detail of its attributes. No matter what level or what, or to see how he grows from now on — but, what is with the unknown classification as well as MP (Where) to zero?”
The young man turned his head to glance at the report in his superior's hands, as well as staring intently at his superior.
"Let me reconfirm, this is not his enrollment report during kindergarten, is it?"
"Of course not. She enrolled in April, which showed that three months ago, she entered the Saint Frideswide Girls Academy. It was a learning institution where the de facto princess of the nobility gathered. What was surprising was that until now since birth, this Lady Melida had yet to discover where, of course, it was unclear what level of power was hidden within her. ”
“In other words, she is 13 years old now ..”
This is amazing. Normally, 'Mana' would wake up at the age of 7.
Where would it give the user the ability of all kinds of special skills, and would also increase the ability of their body beyond the level of a normal human, would only the chosen noble class be able to only earn a — Prize not, otherwise? It was because they were given mana then they were given the power of nobles, the sacrifice to obtain this power was that they were forced to fight against 'foreign enemies'.
"Talking about the Angelic family, they were one of the three greatest ducal families, 'Paladin'!"
The voice of the young man mixed with astonishment echoed through the spiral staircase.
Which one gave people a special ability, according to its strength, it could be categorized into 11 classes.
There was a Fencer who had a strong defense; a Gladiator who had an incredible offense; a Samurai who had an agility that no one could ever surpass; and there's Gunner who has incredible remote abilities as well as the elusive and ever-changing Wizard, Cleric, and Maiden and Joker…
Half of the Mana users belong to one of these classes, for the duke, their class is determined by the rules and achievements that have been set by the current head of the house — except for the three families.
This special exclusion family were the three ducal families of — no matter their identity or strength, they received different treatment compared to other nobles, the classes they held were Paladin, Dragoon, and Diablos, respectively, three high class.
They received special treatment because their classes were rare and their abilities were extremely strong.
There were only three families that had this advanced class, a huge difference between the other classes. The Shicksal family inherited the Dragoon class; the Diablos had been inherited by the La Moore family, and the Melida birthplace family, the Angel family inherited the Paladin class.
Where it flows in the blood, it is passed on to the next generation through blood relations. Therefore, noble children would always be nobles when they grew up, and there was a common assumption that the purity of a noble's blood would affect the hidden potential of such a noble.
This logic also explains why advanced classes are the highest. Their blood, where they were, had an inviolable advantage, not that of lower class nobles, but even their blood mixed with commoners, children would undeniably become an advanced class ... well, according to common sense.
But according to the previous information, the events that will disrupt the general theory, except —
“Mistress Melida is .. unless she is not the true daughter of the Angel family?”
"True, he was suspected for that reason."
While the young man's superior replied in a low voice, the young man nodded his head, they stepped on the last rung of stairs, arriving on the second floor.
It turned out that there was really no sign of the occupants, all the gas lights were not on. The young man followed the walking stick instructions of his superior, advancing to the left lobby while receiving a stack of reports given by his superior.
“Does this mean the baby changed*?”
(TL Note: Baby switches at birth)
“No, according to what I heard, there are many witnesses, it is less likely this will happen.”
"So…"
Compared to the hesitant young man, the boss who was in his forties was frankly speaking.
“Very simple, that Lady Melida may not be the daughter of the current head of the Angel family Felgus Angel, she may be the illegitimate child of her mother, the affair of Meliona Angel.”
“…”
The young man silently looked down, but only the report reported emotionlessly.
The superior lit another cigarette and at the same time as if he was in a pub, he casually continued to speak: 'So:
“Client of this job, is one of the board members, President of Mordrew Armory Industry, Sir Mordrew. He is the father of MelionaAngel, for Lady Melida, he is his grandfather. In his perspective, he would never admit his proud daughter who was married to a noble family—had violated the Paladin bloodline. No matter what, she needs to know the truth, you must clearly investigate Lady Meliona's relationship. ”
"In other words, the owner of this mansion is one of the suspects of the affair?"
The young man stared at the ghost town like the ceiling of the mansion, he opened the door that was located in the middle of the lobby, behind the door, it was a billiard room covered in darkness.
—Is it empty here? The young man frowned while feeling disbelief, at the same time, closing the door.
The superior took out another report and spread it neatly.
“Gems entrepreneur Giffney Elsnes. Back then, when Sir Mordrew visited Giffney's father, 11-year-old Lady Meliona followed and she was very bored. Concerned about this, young Giffney shows off her piano skills, Lady Meliona is deeply moved by this gesture and draws a portrait of herself as a thank you. Their relationship is quite intimate..something like that.”.
“It was something that happened when she was 11 years old.”.
The young man could not help but be surprised, a look of disdain was drawn on his superior face as he kept the report.
“To put it simply, our client is desperate. Lady Meliona's friends from her school days, friends from her club, young businessmen, even their relatives! If they are related to Lady Meliona, they are all investigated but the result is empty-handed.”
“Because of this, why not ask Lady Meliona herself..”.
The superior shook his head desperately as he interrupted the young man.
“Nona Meliona has died more than five years ago.”
"So so…"
"Now this is where you come in to play!"
The boss clapped loudly, as if following the actor in a drama.
“Your mission is to be the tutor of Melida Angel's private house of this incompetent talented girl, guiding her to Paladin, turning her into a girl worthy of being in the Duke's Paladin Household!”
"If the outer appearance fails, then we'll reform the inside, won't we?"
"Exactly. I heard that Sir Mordrew had pressed him a few times, but there seemed to be no results, in the end, something like this required a professional lecturer. ”
“I understand this, but..”
The young man picked up a pitiful skill report, a disgusted face appearing on his face as he sighed.
“... Why me? If it's about the mission, I'd like to join the suspect's background investigation. ”
“No, it won't work. Other than you, there would be no one else more suited. Think about our odd unit members! I could never give them such a wonderful mission. You have excellent skills in acting shallow and kind, no one else can replace you!
"I understand. I'm sorry, but I have to turn it down.”
The young man threw the report into his superior chest as he turned to leave, the corner of his uniform fluttering. He walked towards the double door of the lobby as his superior chased after him with a voice of flattery.
"You're just adopting me, please don't act like a father when you're in a disadvantageous position, you bastard."
"All right I understand. Let's discuss it seriously, until then, please just turn around. ”
The superior standing beside the young man gestured, hinting he was sincere when he tried to talk to the young man.
"To be honest, this is not the time where you are allowed to choose your favorite missions, things change."
"That means?"
“This is a criminal organization. Rumors without Lady Melida's talent began to circulate domestically. If this is gossip between wives with high social status, then it will be fine but criminal organizations are currently investigating the truth of Lady Meliona's affair. For these bastards who wanted to wipe out the class system, this could lead to the break of the duke family's foundation, it seemed to be a very good bait. ”
"It's really not scary at all."
The young man spoke while walking along the lobby, walking at the same speed as his superior, shoulder to shoulder. They pushed open the double doors at the same time.
There's a bunch of criminals gathered behind the door.
“…”
To the criminals, the young man and his superior were unexpected intruders, an awkward silence ensued for a few seconds.
There studies. The bookshelves were all lined up neatly on the walls, and there were chairs that looked very comfortable to sit on. A man wearing a high-end swallow-tailed tuxedo sat in front of the office desk, his upper body easily lying on the table.
Then, there was a group of men wearing high-collared black shirts surrounding the man wearing a swallow-tailed tuxedo. If they lived in a bright society, they would not have a dark and pitiful gaze. From the atmosphere, they all seemed to be equipped with weapons. The sharp blade reflected a sharp flash of light from the gas lamp.
Cigarettes fell to the floor from the boss's mouth, he glanced at the young man, drawing a fake smile.
“.... not scary at all, right?”
A group of men dressed in black, pointed their weapons at the young man and his superior.
When the trigger of all the black male weapon groups was pulled, at the same time the black sword hanging on the young man's hip unsheathed, shiiiiing.
The young man's arms flashed at high speed. The speed he drew his sword exceeded the speed of a bullet as he reflected a hail of bullets. As he slashed the last bullet, there was a delayed shot that shook the tympanic membrane of his ear.
Muscles all over his body creaked, the young man stomped on the floor with a momentum-like explosion.
The young man managed to slash at one of the men during his sudden attack. He opened his legs, as if dancing as he cut the two black-clothed men in both left and right downwards directions. Spirals of blood splattered on the young man's face, during this time, the enemy finally realized the young man's silhouette and at the same time, they realized that the young man's speed was faster than common sense.
"Dirt-drunk"
One of the men in black clothes pointed his gun at the young man – but at a split second, the young man had ended his attack. Accompanying the posture of the young man kneeling on the floor, three flashes of light reflected from the sword flashed. A horizontal strike to the neck, a second strike from the right shoulder to the left armpit, the third last strike split the body of the black-clothed man.
As fresh blood spurted, the young man stomped on the floor again, from his original squatting posture, he lowered his upper body, nimbly bending his body, running across the floor. Simultaneously, the swords that had such a fast speed that only blurred shadows could be seen dancing, one by one, the man in black clothes fell with deadly wounds on their bodies.
The young man stomped on the floor again, running between the walls, he slipped the tip of his shoe into one of the bookshelves, and following the momentum, he kicked, he kicked, causing the books on the bookshelves to fly out of his resting place. The black-clothed people who were hit by the book covered their faces reflexively, following the attack from the young man's sword as he decapitated them.
"There's one left!"
Shouts from superiors caused the young man to rise by kicking one of the walls, running across, accelerating at the same time, attacking at a shocking speed, lunging into the neck of the last enemy—
Chang! The enemy raised his hand just before the sword attack, blocking the young man's sword.
What was surprising was that the enemy did not have a weapon in his hand yet he relied on his own arm for defense. Despite this, the young man gave his all and pushed his sword down yet he was still unable to cut off the enemy's arm, moreover, enemy uses surprising arm strength to sustain close combat — he is a master.
Judging by the details, this man's makeup was different from the others. He was like a dead spirit as he wore a broken black robe, using a hood to cover his face. His height was almost the same as that young man, 80% chance he was male.
As expected, the enemy spoke to the young man under his hood:
“In 5 seconds you beat my men.. See the dark color of your military uniform, then you are not from the official military unit?”
“Then what about you? Where the hell did you come from? Let me tear off your suspicious cloak!”
The young man suddenly took a kick, with a strong sense of balance continuously landing a kick towards the calf, abdomen, and left side of the black-robed man's head. But as if smashing into a rock, the enemy did not move an inch.
Therefore, when the foot is pulled and uses the heel to aim at his face — before the young man strikes, there is something wrapped around the shaft of his foot.
The thing wrapped around the young man's leg was a bandage coming from the black-robed man's pocket. The young man was pulled to the floor, and at the same time, the black-robed man raised his legs. Heel of his foot hit with full force — crushing floor board of study room.
The young man rolled over before the attack, and started dancing behind the black-robed man. At the moment when the lower body of the young man was spinning, he jumped up, both heels of his feet violently attacking the back of the black-robed man's head continuously.
If it was someone else, then this technique would undeniably cripple the enemy but following the sound of a heavy attack, the black-robed man did not even move an inch. Even so, the young man unsheathed his dagger and cut the bandage off his left leg, using a break dance move to jump backwards.
As if to take over, the top took a step forward and took out a large revolver, aimed at the black-robed man and pulled the trigger but the bullet was reflected by a bandage coming from the corner of the robe.
The black-robed man turned around slowly, several bandages creeping out from his sleeves and the corner of his clothes, swaying in the wind.
It was as if the bandage had its own desires — the real reason the young man could not break through the black-robed man's defenses, was a magic bandage. The young man had a sword and dagger in both his hands, showing a double holding posture, the superior pointed his revolver at the black-robed man without relaxing, as if feeling an attraction as he let out smoke from his cigarette.
"Hey you! We're investigating an affair; do you have anything to report?"
“Why don't you ask the owner of the mansion yourself? He's right there.”
As the black-robed man finished his sentence, he kicked the table to his knees. The young man cut down the table but the enemy had used the young man's time to escape through the window.
The black-robed man broke the window, causing a huge sound as he fled into the darkness. Although the young man had already gone to the window immediately, he was unable to see the shadow or silhouette of his target.
"Do you want me to go after him?"
“Let for now — sial~ The guy is strong, if we only talk about ability, he is almost at your level.”
The superior loosened his shoulders as he put his revolver back into its sheath.
The young man maintained his composure, swinging his sword as blood splattered onto the floor. This made him suddenly realize something.
"True, Lord Elsnes he ..."
The superior did not say a word as he walked to the office desk and grabbed the hair of the swallow-tailed tuxedo man.
He roughly pulled the man's hair and observed the man's face. He released his grip and shook his annoyed face.
"He died."
"... that means, Lord Elsnes declared 'guilty'?"
“It's pretty hard to say. Maybe he had just been tortured to death during the interrogation, or maybe he said some secret that he was killed because of — then why would I say the current situation is quite desperate. ”
The leader took the fallen sheepskin parchment and threw it at the young man. The young man caught the parchment and stared at the details of the mission again.
"Melida Angel uh ..."
Unbearable bad attributes, as an aristocrat but unable to use Mana, the existence of such a heresy ... Besides the need to guide this incompetent talented girl into a great Paladin, this unreasonable client request ...
Another detail to note is the duration of the mission. Starting from the moment private tutoring started, it was a duration of 3 years. After 3 years, all the graduates of the academy would hold back the competition, as long as he left behind little results in the competition, graduating smoothly from the Saint Frideswide academy, he said, mission will only end — it is an unprecedented long-term mission.
The young man had a hunch, that these 3 years would be very long and difficult, even that made the current information given a bit too warm and gentle.
“... no use, I did receive this incompetent talented girl — private tutor Melida Angel. But there's something I'm worried about.”
"What's that?"
“Speaking about this mission — why hire us? If it's about Lady Meliona's background investigation, then it's okay, but this kind of private tutor, just leave it to someone from the official unit then it will be settled.”
The young man asked a question, his superior scratching his face covered in the blood of his enemy while lighting a cigarette.
“... why is it strange, this kind of mission is most suitable for you.”
"How's what?"
“Hey, don't act stupid! There is only one job that suits us.”
The darkness that covers everything.
Furniture that has been cut down: many corpses scattered on the floor: the stifling smell of death.
Wearing military uniform with color approaching night and whole body exposed to the smell of fresh blood —
The man with the stick smiled as he said this:
"—it's murder."
