After the assassin dodged the knife I threw, I ran, jumped, and tried to karate kick him in the face to knock him out, or at least out of the room. But of course, he dodged that one too.
'Stupid, dumb villain character luck of mine!' I grumbled internally, blaming my luck instead of my own combat ability. After all, back during my days in the Japanese military, that was one of my favorite moves to do in to disarm someone.
The assassin skidded back, quickly moving out of the way of my leg. As I was about to fall onto my side, I twisted my torso back and used my hands to swirl myself to stand up again.
"M'Lord! Victor exclaimed in the most British accent I've ever heard come out of his mouth, which made me look back at him with a confused expression.
He, in turn, gave me a saddened expression, one that was full of pity, but also said, 'Weren't you trying to avoid situations where you seemed like his knight in shining armor?'
'Of course I am! But as always, i got my idiotic ass involved in someother persons shit agian, and i'm pretty much forced to help out considering that it's for a fucking god!' I yelled back in my thoughts
I turned back to my opponent, who quickly made his way over to me, raising his arm to strike me with the dagger he was holding. I grabbed his wrist and judo flipped him, but I threw him a little too hard and ended up slamming him into a table, thus breaking it.
While Victor and Araluen helped Llyr vacate the room and get to safety, I was left alone with the assailant. I was able to get a decent look at him after throwing him onto the table, causing him to pause and groan.
I didn't attack him and instead let him get back up, just to make sure I could get a good look and memorize his build and notable features.
The assassin was wearing a black base outfit with steel armor covered by black leather, though it was very light armor and he only wore a breast plate, wrist and leg armor, and some armor on his tail.
He was wearing a mask, so I couldn't make out his face, but I could see his hair and horns popping out from his hooded cloak. His hair was light pink, and both his horns and tail faded from light pink to black. I could also see his eyes. The sclera was black like other demons' when they showed their features, and his actual eye color was red.
The man's horns were around five inches, and I guessed his tail was about two feet long, though I couldn't exactly tell since it was rolled up like a cinnamon roll on his back, to protect a weak point and one he couldn't offend since he couldn't exactly see it.
If he weren't a demon, and I didn't see the length of his horns and tail, I'd assume he was a young boy based on his small build. He looked to be about 5'6, but it suited his techniques, which seemed to be based upon speed.
'Y'know, he's kind of cute now that I think about it.'
"Ugh, you fucking basard!" He groaned, finally standing up, but clutched his side from where the impact was.
"Hehehe, y'know, you're not as weak as you look, little kid~" I teased, watching his eyebrows wrinkle in annoyance.
"You annoying mother fucker!" He shouted at me, then unfurled his tail and threw a dagger at me.
I dodged it by doing a backwards ariel, making flashy as I usually do, even though I could've just moved slightly out of the way.
When I raised my head from my crouched position, he had thrown another one, aiming for my head. So I rolled away, but when I got up, he was fleeing through the balcony, making a run out of it after I injured him.
"Viscount! Is everything alright here?" Sir Lancelot asked worriedly as he came in with guards, but seeing the assassin gone, the room left in disarray, he lowered his guard.
"Yes, everything is as alright as it could be in the moment…Oh, and there is no need to go after the assassin; I doubt he will return," I replied, dusting myself off and leaving the room.
"W-Where are you going, Your Lordship?" Lancelot wondered, looking at my pale expression and the clothes that I had put on in a hurry.
"Back to my room, I'm rather exhausted, and have quite the headache after the alarm. So to be frank, if I were you, I'd turn down the volume of it and not bother me anymore," I 'suggested,' twitching my ears to make them remember the lineage this body had that was both a blessing a a curse at times.
The curse part, of course, being the heightened hearing, specifically during times that loud alarms were blaring, but also a blessing during stealth missions or when I could have needed to hunt someone or something down.
"Oh, of course! I'll make sure to have the mages adjust it!" Lancelot exclaimed, bowing as I waved and left.
***
I had immediately changed into just a robe and underwear when I got into my room, since I planned to just read a few chapters of the book I had paid Araluen to get for me while I was here, then was going to go to bed.
Just as I had finished the last chapter I had planned to read for the night, a knock was heard from my door.
"Who is it?" I called, closing my book and covering myself with the covers, not bothering to get up or change. Though, of course, the answer I got just had to shake my core that it made me want to get up, change, and yeet myself through my window to swim away.
"It's Atlas Clyyford, Your Lordship," he exclaimed in a monotone voice. Making me jump, panic, and dig a hole for myself to hide in.
'Fuck! What the hell is he doing at my door!? What should I do? Is he here to kill me, or just chat?! Waaahhhh, What the fuck do i do?!' I panicked internally, almost shitting myself form fear.
"Come in," I said without emotion in my voice, and without thinking about anything.
'WHAT THE FUCK, ME?! WHY DID YOU TELL HIM TO COME IN?! I should have just dismissed him and told him I'm trying to sleep!' I was now about to tear up because of myself.
And of course, Atlas just had to come in, looking as calm as ever. And while it did piss me off a little, I bared through it and kept a neutral face.
"What can I do for you, Sir Clyyford?" I said, smiling.
"My apologies for bothering you at this late hour, Viscount Andraste," He said with some struggle, as if he were referring to an enemy he held with deep animosity and knew as someone other than the person he saw in front of him.
"No need to apologise, I'm sure that whatever it is will be worth the time," I replied, deepening my smile, making sure it reaches my eyes without having to have a genuine smile.
"Right…Um, do you mind if I come closer?" Atlas asked cautiously, looking at my robe and gulping, though not from fluster, from embarrassment at coming in when I wasn't exactly dressed.
"Hmmm~ Sure, just try not to stare too long!" I teased, testing his reactions, and while his ears did turn a little red, he just cleared his throat and walked over to the side of my bed, but still quite a distance.
"...Huu, I do wish you wouldn't joke like that, especially with a commener like myself," He sighed, then suddenly got serious, and for a second I thought he was going to draw one of the swords at his side and try to kill me.
"Well then, I suppose it's time to talk about why you came here, no?" I chuckled, then motioned to the stool under the desk near my bed, "Go ahead and take a seat, I'm sure this will be something you would want to be comfortable when talking about it."
"Yes…" He pulled out the stool and sat next to me on my left, then took a deep breath and started his interrogation, "...You didn't come here for international relations, did you?"
***
"Hm, so you basically want a potion to fool someone into thinking that a person they are worryingly infatuated with is still there, but in actuality they are somewhere else entirely?"
In a dark, secluded alleyway on one of the 11 islands, lay a shop pertaining to a certain sorceress known for her potions and infiltration spells.
Currently, Muriel Aysu and Lancelot Viatrix were paying her a visit, trying to get her to help them get a certain Viscount out of his little pickle. While trying to secure a potion that makes someone see an illusion of the person they love most, the duo accidentally let it slip on what was going on inside the palace walls.
"Yes, that is exactly it!" Muriel explained, smiling at how quickly the sorceress caught on.
"You can do it, can't you?" Lancelot reassured.
"Of course I can, but i'm a little hesitant, after all this, the King we are talking about fooling," She shrugged, saying the facts casually, as if it were a question about the weather.
"...Wait…How did you know it was His Majesty we were talking about?!" Muriel exclaimed, genuinely shocked since she thought she was doing a good job at hiding it. Meanwhile, Lancelot was rubbing his temples and shaking his head like he saw this coming.
"Darling, please, it's not hard to figure out. Plus, my eyes and ears are everywhere in the kingdom. If a problem or variable comes up, I'll know almost immediately," She exclaimed, messing with her nails and giving the shocked knight a smug smile.
"Haa, it doesn't matter how she knows these things, all that matters is whether she can get us the potion or not," Lancelot added, then turned back to the prideful sorceress, "You can do it, right?"
"Oh please, of course I can!... However, this time, I'll do you even better than a potion," Lancelot raised his eyebrow, and Muriel gave a puzzled expression, then the sorceress put her hands on the counter in between them and leaned over, "Why would I give you a mere potion for something this juicy and important, when I could just go in person?"
What she said sounded like she was speaking another language to the two. Their expressions turned dumbfounded by shock, as they couldn't believe what the notorious sorceress had said.