Clang! Cling! Clang!
In the blink of an eye, several exchanges of blows took place. The speed was so fast that Number 21 could barely follow the trajectory of the swords with his eyes.
‘…Dual-wielding?’
He could only just make out the assassin’s weapons amidst the storm-like movements. If that person had charged at him first, Number 21 probably wouldn’t have reacted properly and would have helplessly given up his vital points.
‘I’m no match for this opponent.’
It seemed that Prince Morres had come to the same conclusion.
“Number 21, step back!”
Number 21 obediently retreated.
Just sensing the sharp aura emanating from the two was enough to make his skin tingle. In the tension stretched to its limit, he couldn’t even predict whose side his rash movements might harm.
Clang!
At that moment, the prince and the assassin, who had fiercely clashed swords, were pushed back to opposite ends of the room without resisting the recoil.
“…”
Unable to inflict any significant damage on each other, they silently glared at one another instead of clashing again. It seemed they intended to take a moment to catch their breath and assess each other.
And only then could Number 21 fully take in the appearance of the assailant.
The opponent was a woman gripping short swords in both hands. Beneath her sculpture-like expressionless face and the assassin’s characteristic black stealth suit, the outline of a well-trained, agile body was visible.
Her aura activity wasn’t particularly strong, but that probably wasn’t all there was to it. Rather, she must be highly skilled at concealing her aura. Even Number 21, who prided himself as an elite…