Traitor Of Humanity 29 Creating Your Own Assassin To Kill You

Being taken by surprise, he reflexively... dodged it. At that moment, he wondered if he should have taken that hit. If he did, perhaps the girl would calm down instead of continuing to attack him?

"I want all of you, from the Zefer and Amnon families to die!" Irene shouted. It was lucky that there are no sharp objects in the room. Otherwise, she would likely be using those instead of her fists.

After dodging several of her strikes, Seth sighed. He ordered Gelard to give him a rope. Then, he tripped the rampaging girl, causing her to fall onto the floor.

He used the rope.

Soon, no matter how much she struggled, Irene ended tied into a roll.

Seth didn't put any thought or artistic sense into the bondage. His opponent was an ordinary child, not a ninja who's received breakout training. Even an amateurish binding would be hard for her to escape.

Then, he tossed her onto the bed and sat next to her with his back facing her.

Both Irene's arms and legs were tied, so she could do no more than to headb.u.t.t him now.

She moved like a caterpillar as she struck him with her forehead.

"Ay... My kitty strikes harder than that." Seth had a comfortable look on his face. He felt like he was receiving a ma.s.sage as the muscles of his lower back kept getting hit.

Meanwhile, Irene was getting a headache. This was no different from slamming your head against a wall.

"So, why do you want to kill me? I only recall murdering some grunts of your family." Turning his head back, Seth saw the dark circles under the little girl's eyes. It was obvious that she couldn't sleep well during the last few days.

Tears welled up in Irene's eyes, as she sniffled. "It's all you people's fault that my daddy and my grandpa were killed..."

Seth shrugged. He was unmoved by the accusation. "Really, you should blame those bandits. If it weren't for them colluding with your family, we would not have had to do what we did. Actually, you should thank me. I killed the lord of the Amnon family, as well as his eldest son. You could say that I had gotten half of your revenge for you. It's also thanks to me that you are living in this comfortable room instead of the prison where the rest of your relatives are at."

"Go die..." Irene said in between sobs. Nothing that Seth said seems to have gotten through to her.

"...You really want me to die that much?"

"..." Irene nodded.

Seth took out a dagger. The cold gleam of its blade sent shivers down Irene's spine.

"You're... You're going to kill me too?" Despite how much she didn't want to, she could not stop the fear from showing in her voice.

Then, Seth brought the dagger down... cutting through the binding. He stood up, and pointed the handle of the dagger to Irene.

He smiled at her. "You want to kill me? Go ahead."

Irene looked blankly at Seth. What was he saying? Did he want to die? She felt confused. Nevertheless, she still took hold of the dagger. After feeling the weight and hardness of the metal, she pulled her arm back and with all of her strength...

CLINK

In front of her wide-open eyes, Irene saw the tip of the blade slide across Seth's throat.

She had sent a stab, yet ended up with a slash.

There was a sound as if metal had struck metal, but the intense numbness she felt through her arm gave her a different impression from a weapon striking plate armor. Instead, it felt more like a wooden stick stabbing at a man-sized block of granite.

Nothing was left on Seth's throat except a superficial red mark.

The smile on Seth's face grew wider. "You actually tried to kill me... Unfortunately, you're too WEAK!"

Before Irene could react, Seth grabbed at the dagger's blade with his bare hand. Then, he closed his hand.

Creaking sounds could immediately be heard, scaring Irene into releasing the handle. She watched as Seth opened up his fingers, and an utterly deformed blade entered into her sight.

It was at that moment that Irene realized, that she truly could not do anything to Seth. She went into shock. She felt her illusions shattering. If she could not kill Seth, a little boy even younger than herself, how could she possibly take revenge on the adults of the Zefer and Amnon families?

If she couldn't take revenge, then why is she still alive? So that she could turn into the Zefer family's slave?

Seeing Irene growing more and more depressed, Seth clicked his tongue. "Gelard, give me the martial cultivation technique used by the Union of a.s.sa.s.sins of the City of Endless Shades. I remember that the manual I took (stole) from them should be with you."

"Give kitty a moment. Something from that long ago will take kitty some time to search for." Thus, Gelard stuck his head into his pouch, turning into a cute blue furball...

Tick Tock Tick Tock

"Found it!" Gelard handed a thick manual over to Seth. Its cover was black, and written on the cover were the words, "Fatal Knife Series", in dark red ink.

Seth flipped through this cultivation technique manual once. After he was done skimming to make sure it is what he thought it was, he handed it over to Irene. "Here."

Seeing the black book presented before her, Irene looked up, staring straight at Seth. "...What is this?" She asked.

"It's a cultivation technique, from an organization that spread quite a bit of fear in a certain supreme city. This manual has every part for every cultivation stage all the way up to transcendence. There are also some martial skills in it that have very weak backlashes to them. Although it isn't at the level of a legendary cultivation technique, it is one of the rarest of the "rares"."

"...With this, I will be able to kill you?" Irene's tone of voice was very sweet, but her words were purely homicidal...

Still, Seth just flashed a smile. It is as if he is ignoring her killing intent, or rather, enjoying it?

"Yup. If you can surpa.s.s me, you can kill me. Just don't let anyone else know that you have this technique. Otherwise, countless people will come to kill you... And don't lose it. I only have this one copy. If you lose it, I can't give you another one."

"Mm." Irene nodded. She took hold of the manual, and hugged it tightly to her chest. She said with a glare full of determination. "I definitely won't let go of it, and I will definitely kill you."

...

After leaving the room and locking the door, Seth walked away.

Slap Slap

Lying on top of Seth's head, Gelard slapped at his stupid master's forehead with one of his little kitty paws.

Gelard's paws felt quite soft, so Seth didn't mind.

"Kitty thinks that the stupid master is seeking death again."

Seth ignored the kitty's comment. In his opinion, a life without any risks is no life at all.

"That girl is immersed in the sin of wrath. If she isn't able to attain her revenge, she will only live listlessly. And like I've said before, I've taken a liking to her. If she ends up like that, or ends up using an even stupider method to get her revenge, I'd be disappointed. I'd rather let her kill me." As for exactly why he has taken a liking to her, it was due to his first impression of her: an idiot that could not be any more direct, but is cute in her own idiocy.

"So the stupid master wants to die. Can kitty kill you and then take a vacation?" Contrary to Gelard's joking tone, the kitty was completely serious. He would never joke about his vacations.

"No, no vacations for kitty."

"Stupid master, die!!" The angry Gelard pulled out his greatsword and slashed down, hoping to chop Seth's head apart like a watermelon! Following that, he was taken by his tail and swung around like a pendulum...