Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 66

Assassins’ Guild Strategy (5)

Dino had joined the Assassin’s Guild when he was 10 years old.

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He was born from the love between his father who was the former head of the Assassins’ Guild of the Northern Frontier District and his mother who was a waitress at a tavern. Since young, he had been living with his mother in the city until circumstances forced his mother to hand him over to his father.

His father’s profession was not a glamorous one, but his mother never told her young son about his father’s real job, only said that his job was to punish bad people and earn money.

The young Dino idolized his father, which made him force the wrongdoers to follow his opinions, with forced arguments, and also the use of violence against those who did not understand his sense of justice.

However, his justice antagonized other children, and the young Dino was beaten down with more violence.

It was then that Dino first became distorted.

He began striving to become stronger for his justice, and at the same time, he began to use meaningless violence against weaker people to relieve his frustration.

At first, he kidnapped the dogs and livestock of the family that had attacked him and killed them, but this action gradually intensified, and when his mother saw him killing children younger than himself with a twisted smile on his face, she finally turned him over to his father, who later threw him out.

When Dino learned that his father’s justice was the Guild of Assassins, his own justice was moved and further distorted.

However, he realized that his idea of justice was not accepted by the majority, which in turn made him become even more committed with the Assassins’ Guild itself, which executed the wicked even in defiance of the law.

The former guild leader was not interested in his son. As a father, he gave Dino what he wanted, but did not see him.

When Dino was 14 years old, a dark elf woman called Celeshura joined the guild.

Celeshura was a beautiful woman. Dino begged his father to make him her apprentice so that he could have her all to himself.

Dino had the magical attributes of wind and earth, and thanks to Celeshura’s teachings, he mastered magic in less than a year.

However, for better or worse, Dino had only general talent, and although he learned 3-Level attribute magic, he could not construct his own magic and obtain magic spells.

Even though he was generally competent, he might have felt that he lacked talent as a Dark Elf.

Dino felt Celeshura’s resigned look of pity as contempt.

It was probably at that point that he became distorted in a definite way. He began to feel pleasure in scorning and hurting those who were weaker and less talented than he was, and he became fixated on Celeshura, who had inflicted pain on him.

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“Aria!!!!”

From the beginning… when Dino threatened my master, I was determined to make the Assassin’s Guild itself as my enemy and destroy it.

Finally, he understood me, widened his eyes and cried out my name as if he were spitting blood.

[Dino] [Race: Human ??] [Estimated Rank 4]

[Magic Power: 145/180] [Strength: 223/290]

[Total Combat Power: 795 (With Physical Enhancements: 933)]

Our blades, which flew out at the same time, once again sparked brightly in the darkness of the guild.

At that time, I saw the color of earth-based magical element from Dino, and at the same time, Dino pointed his fingertips at me.

The rock, which used to be a coal mine, was peeled off.

Several flying debris rained down from the bare rock ceiling of the former coal mine.

Judging from the visible magical elements spilled, I guess that Dino’s attributes were probably earth and wind.

The activation was fast. I would like to say that he was indeed a brother, but his magic lacked authority.

“Gyaaah!”

“Guaaah!”

Screams could be heard from the surroundings.

Dino’s magic was probably Level 3 like the female bandit’s, but even though it was faster than the female bandit’s, it was inferior in terms of ejection speed.

I knew the timing of the activation of the earth magic from my previous experience fighting the Female Thief.

Knowing this, I used this advantage to use the assassins with low night vision as shields and blend in with the environment.

“Damn it!”

Dino grunted and pointed his blade of hatred at me, having gotten his comrades involved.

Even if he lost himself in anger, the current situation was simply his fault for getting his members involved. I did set things up to be able to face him, but I had no intention of fighting Dino head on when I was in this state.

I have poisoned the whole guild, made Gord and Sharga to fight each other and thrown the whole assassins’ guild into confusion, but that didn’t mean I had the advantage.

The assassins who survived the poison were gathering. There were around ten of them left, some of whom were beastmen like Radha, who had night vision and detection.

Even if the poison was slowing them down, most of them were probably Rank 3 people like Guy and Kira.

“…”

I let my emotions sink deep into my heart and squinted my eyes as if ready for anything that was to come my way.

To be honest, I didn’t like this kind of “relying on luck” strategy. But it required determination for a single kid like me to challenge an organization.

(Come on out.)

(You’re watching, aren’t you?)

(You’ve been thinking of killing me since the moment I arrived, haven’t you?)

I did all this because I hated everything that had bad intentions towards my master…

“Magic Shield…”

The moment I saw it, I jumped back while activating my magic shield.

“Don’t let him get away!”

“Die, ash-haired!”

The two assassins reacted instantly and shot their projectiles at me. I immediately made more distance while taking slight damages to my arms and shoulders, but the next moment–

“Aaaaah!

“Hiiiiiiiiiiii!”

“Gaaaahhh!”

Several assassins on the far side of the room were dyed black by the curse, and their bodies, unable to move, collapsed like dried-up dead trees.

The cloak that received the curse, which could not prevent it, shattered as if weathered as soon as I took it off.

“…You’re going to lose!! You abominable apprentice of the Dark Elves.”

From the darkness at the far end, an old forest elf in dark robes – the sorcerer Sage – emerged and turned his dark eyes towards me.

Curses were an inefficient technique, but if you ignored efficiency and limited the time and place, they could be more powerful than any other form of magic.

If it were such an insignificant skill, my Master would not have taken the trouble to lecture on it in class. Therefore, it was this Sage, not Gord, that I was most wary of.

“Sage! What the hell are you doing!”

Dino shouted at the attack, which involved the remaining members of the guild, and Sage took one look at him and laughed snidely.

“You…you young man…you, human, do you think you’re above me?”

“What…?”

To Sage, the guild was a place of study, and while he did his best to maintain it, the people in it were not his friends.

Ignoring Dino’s exclamation, Sage stared at me.

“How did I lose? And even to the disciple of that Dark Elf.”

“…So you knew.”

Sage would never forgive Master for denying him the magic that he had devoted half his life to.

Even though he knew that it was not efficient, he still gambled and continued his research on curses and on how to utilize them regardless if others were involved.

Like my master had mentioned, the elves were very proud. But his hatred for Master who was a Dark Elf was more than that pride, that it was almost to the point of obsession.

But as a result of his madness, I was able to use his curses to neutralize the guild members with fighting skills that were in my way. I was sure there were still some hiding, but the ones who did not come out here must be those who were either not very confident in combat or were very wary.

“Gooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

A desperate cry was heard from somewhere.

They must have been affected by the curse from earlier. Sharga, a battle-crazed maniac with one leg dyed black, was pierced through the heart by Gord’s claws and collapsed.

“Gaaaahhhh!!!”

Gord the executioner screamed in rage as he realized that the Sage had bound him with a curse.

But Gord himself was not unscathed. Not only did he have deep lacerations all over his body from fighting Sharga, but his right arm had also been cursed and had disintegrated into black dust.

“He couldn’t accept… “Commands”? You, what did you do! You really were an abomination, just like that Dark Elf Master of yours.”

*Peking.

Sage realized that I had rewritten Gord’s curse, so he frowned and snapped one of his own fingers, which were like a dead branch.

“”Get down on the ground!””

“Ggaaaaaaaah!!!”

Gord, who was about to jump on Sage, crumpled to the floor, spitting blood.

This was the exchange spell that Master considered the least efficient of all the spells, and caused Sage to become so hostile against her.

Magic was the art of creating phenomena in exchange for one’s own magical power, and in the case of conjuring curses, the proportion of such phenomena was higher if you have the right sacrifice.

In the case of Curses, the price was the magic power and the time to set it up, but when you get to the deeper forms of it, it would be like making a deal with a spiritual life form, such as a demon, and the price to be paid was something that involves one’s self.

And even if elves age, they did not become old men in appearance.

The reason why Sage, a forest elf, looked like an old man was probably because he was paying for the use of curses with his own life span.

He most likely had several curses in place that he could activate at the cost of his life span, and he activates them by self-inflicted wounds, such as breaking his fingers.

With the number of fingers left…nine more attacks like that, Gord would have little chance of winning a serious fight with Sage.

And then there was Dino.

He was now trying to avoid getting involved between me and Sage, but once he realized that Sage was not an ally but also not an enemy, he would stand his ground to make sure I couldn’t escape.

I was still disadvantaged, but I was not going to run away.

And it’s almost time for the last deadly trap to go off.

[–?]

Sage frowned slightly, and Dino noticed something as he turned his head in the direction of the entrance.

When I entered through the regular entrance of this guild, I had set the last trap.

Why was it hot and humid today?

That’s because I’ve closed all the vents in this underground guild.

Originally, this was a coal mine where a huge cemetery and chapel was built after an accident hundreds of years ago that claimed many victims.

After investigating the accident, it was discovered that the accident was caused by natural gas, which gushed out of the rock face, being ignited by a lamp fire.

The gas was still gushing out, albeit weakly. Even so, it was not enough to affect the human body, and if an air vent had been built at the point where the gas gushed out, there should have been no problem.

The reason why there were unusually few lamp lights in this basement was not because everyone had night vision, but because the people who built this guild in the past were afraid that the gas would build up again and ignite.

In this guild, where the vents had been blocked for several days, flammable

gas began to build up and concentrate, but everyone here was so used to the strong smell coming from this basement for so long that they did not notice it.

The current survivors thought that if Gord and Sharga continued to fight each other in the guild, which was beginning to be filled with poison, and Sage continued

to use curses indiscriminately, those who were not confident of their fighting ability would be able to run away or hide.

Then, the moment the entrance door was opened, the string that had been set came loose and the spark ignited the oil.

The fire would probably have started to turn from the entrance side.

The reason why I did not use this move from the beginning was because there was a possibility that all the assassins, no matter how individualistic they may be, would unite and escape.

“No one can get away alive from here.”

I muttered, and Dino, who understood that a fire had been set in this basement, let out a grunt shouting “Are you crazy”.

Until the fire turned and ignited the gushing gas, that was how long everyone in this underground guild had left to live.

You would die here. This would be your coffin.