Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
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Chapter 121: A Blade Against the Tide
The commander looked at the two soldiers beside him. He tried to pull his arms free, but they did not move.
He glanced back. Nearly a hundred soldiers stared at him with resistance and raw, helpless fear in their eyes.
All of it, every face, every clenched jaw, every pale knuckle, was because of the one man standing opposite them.
Each of them knew what kind of place that estate was. They knew how heavily it was guarded, how much steel and trained muscle stood inside its walls.
And because of that, the man who had killed his way out of it was more terrifying than a living dragon.
The men inside that estate, all together, could have butchered seven or eight dragons without breathing hard.
The commander was now certain that even if his men had to knock him senseless on the spot, they would not let him say anything mad here.
Nearly a hundred men behind him still wanted to see tomorrow’s sun.
Lannor slowly lowered the hand that had gone toward his sword. He had read the situation well enough.
These were pawns pushed forward in the confusion to see what had happened.
In the night and torchlight, the witcher turned his head slightly and looked to one side.
The commander, facing him, followed his gaze.
A red-haired beauty in tight leather was walking toward them from the distance. Her face was grave, her fingers clenched tight at her sides.
When she was still more than twenty meters from the two opposing sides, Triss raised her voice and declared her identity.
“I am the royal advisor, Triss Merigold! I will take charge of tonight’s incident!”
She did not say whose order she had come under, only who she was.
Royal advisors usually held the power to execute orders and offer counsel, rarely to issue commands on their own. On any ordinary day, the commander would have noticed that flaw at once and pressed her on it.
Now, with the situation far beyond anything he had expected, he accepted her command as naturally as taking breath.
Once he accepted command from her, the largest blame would no longer fall on his head.
“Thank the gods, my lady, thank the gods! We blind flies have finally found someone with sense!”
This time the commander shook free of his men’s grip with ease, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to the royal advisor.
The sorceress ignored him, giving only a slight nod. Then she looked at the blood spilling from the estate, swallowed hard, and walked straight to Lannor.
“You ... you killed Count Stessa...”
“He is dead. There.”
Lannor tipped his chin slightly toward the count’s corpse.
Compared with the unease plain on Triss’s face, Lannor was calm.
After all, he had just smashed that noble lord’s head into an oval.
Triss pressed her lips together until she confirmed that the ruined face truly belonged to the count who had once held such monstrous power. Even then, disbelief crawled over her features.
A man who could cough twice and make Temeria shake had died like this?
She rose from beside the corpse, drew a deep breath, and ordered the commander, “No one enters. You will also make certain no one else enters. Preserve the scene. Is that understood?”
“As you command!”
The commander received the order as if it were a Scroll of Dispel. Relief broke through his voice as he answered loudly.
Then he ordered his nearly hundred men to spread out around the estate walls in a loose cordon.
It was not much use in practice, but the attitude was proper enough.
Once the constabulary had been dismissed, Triss took Lannor by the hand and hurried him away. From the outside, it looked like she wanted a quiet place to discuss secrets.
In truth...
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