Chapter 238: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (31)

The man wielding the long sword was defeated with a single blow.

Whether he found it hard to accept the fact or not, the light faded from his eyes as he suddenly vomited blood. Yet, of course, his fate was of no concern to me.

Grasping the nape of his neck, I dragged him along.

There was a high possibility that he had an affiliation with the Dark Order. His skills surpassed the level of a mere back alley goon.

He was approximately at the level of a squire in a high-ranking noble family.

Though not on par with me, his skills surpassed those of any ordinary thug.

Navigating through the scattered bodies littering the ground became annoying. Eventually, unable to endure my irritation, I kicked the man towards the reception room door in the distance.

The wooden barrier splintered upon impact as he hurtled through it.

Dust billowed as the hairy man within audibly gasped. Swiftly passing the fallen, I entered the reception room in a single breath.

The remaining hulking figures, groaning and attempting to rise, cast wary glances between me and the defeated swordsman.

Voluntarily, they resigned themselves back to the ground, realizing that resistance was futile.

The man wielding the long sword struggled to rise, but I kicked him again on his side.

“Cough!”

Groaning as if in the throes of death, he crumpled once more. Colliding with the wall, he no longer had any more strength to stand.

The middle-aged man, his eyes wide with shock, uttered in a rasping, trembling voice.

“H-How… even with dozens and among them there is Hidden Blade Behind Smile hyung-nim, in just a few minutes!”

“H-How… even with dozens, including Sir Smiling Hidden Blade, in just a few minutes!”

‘Smiling Hidden Blade.’

I glanced at the man holding the long sword. He didn’t look any older than the middle-aged man, and he never once showed a smiling face to me.

Anyways, the guys from the back alleys were all terrible at naming.

Though I found this alias preferable to being called ‘Hatchet Young Master.’ I retrieved the hatchet hanging on my waist.

“I’m a third-year student in the Knight Division at the Academy.”

“H-hatchet and swordsmanship… what kind of c-crazy… keuarrrgh!”