"-Probably not. He looks like he just wandered in... but he could very well be some sort of mysterious hero!"
Sunny Drizzle and the other two exchanged messages furiously in the chatroom.
Clang, clang, clang...!
The encirclement continued. Chen Lun traded blows with the four assassins, wielding his sword in one hand, while sinking into thought.
I am the Silver Flask Knight Frun! I must find a way to help the players! Hmm... no, I'm Chen Lun. Jack Spade and Furen are only my aliases...
Completely unbeknownst to him, his sapphire-like earring gleamed, and the Silver Flask on his head also exuded a silver mist, drawing him deeper into his emotions without his realizing it.
Clang-clang!
Chen Lun suddenly took the initiative.
With a light flick of his sword, he sent one assassin's Black Knife flying. Then his sword flashed down!
With a wet slicing sound, blood sprayed.
The assassin's head flew high into the air, then rolled away like a ball.
The other three assassins were startled.
But in that instant, golden sword light tinged with pale purple blossomed before their eyes into flowers of beauty they had never seen before.
The tall man with the Silver Pot Head had not moved a single step from beginning to end, yet the sword in his hand shifted through countless variations, unleashing innumerable flashes of sword light.
The three froze, then staggered back a few steps and toppled onto their backs, still murmuring:
"What a beautiful sight..."
With a thud, their bodies broke apart across the floor like collapsing building blocks.
Another round of gasps rose from the nobles.
Sunny Drizzle and the others hurried over and gathered around Count Lawson.
"Count, are you hurt?"
"N-no, I'm fine. Thank you so much for protecting me! Rest assured, I won't go back