The Lost Assassin

And—

"Mommy~"

Aya reached toward the pitch-black sky, devoid of starlight or moonlight, as though the faces and voices of those children were right before her.

She rubbed her face and returned to her elegant, confident expression.

"Fate? I'll smash it to pieces—Fxxk the Fate!"

After spitting out that curse, Aya rose to her feet and walked toward the distant church.

Her venting was over. Now, it was time to get down to business.

The Lost Assassin ### "What... happened...?"

False King Hassan stood atop the roof of the church's main hall, surveying his surroundings.

He had come here to assassinate Ivon Jasna Draclaw, Cardinal of the Temple of Light in the Slane Theocracy. Yet now, he had encountered the gravest possible problem.

He could not find Ivon.

Ivon had not stayed at the inn with the other adventurers. Instead, he had come to the church in Nightfall Town.

As someone who had begun as a priest, the church was the place Ivon knew best. Though its bedding could not compare to that of an inn and it lacked convenient magical items for daily life, it was more than sufficient for someone as simple-living as Ivon.

When he entered the city, False King Hassan had indeed sensed Ivon's presence. He should have been in this church.

He had dispatched the Shadow Servant Hassans to hold back the adventurers outside, while that arrogant white demon dealt with the adventurers' base.

That white demon was extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary demons. It was absolutely not something ordinary adamantite-class adventurers could handle.

It would kill the adventurers there and set a fire to cause chaos, drawing the people of the Black Scripture over.

According to that person, the ordinary members of the Black Scripture were nothing to fear. Even if the Extra Seat