TVEWD 54

“An assassin?”

“Yes. It seems they’ve been waiting for you.”

Isaac’s voice, unlike usual, carried a hint of tension.

Fresa cautiously observed her dark surroundings, moving slowly, but she felt no obvious signs of anyone nearby.

However, looking in the direction from which the sword had flown, it was clearly from the opposite forest.

There, she felt a deadly intent directed at her.

It was a powerful presence, strong enough for someone like Fresa, who had never learned proper swordsmanship or magic, to sense.

Recognizing this, her entire body trembled.

It was the first time she felt her life being threatened.

“Are they hiding behind the trees?”

She had no idea who could be orchestrating this.

Fresa had long since left the Filz Kingdom, so there was little reason for her to hold a grudge…

“Not necessarily.”

She had completely ruined the Thorpe family.

So, was it the Thorpe siblings who hired the assassin?

But they should have known that Fresa was visiting the Thorpe estate today, and very few knew that information.

The Thorpe siblings, having lost all their money, wouldn’t have been able to acquire such intel.

“Then it must be someone else watching me… probably Rowan or Alicia.”

While Fresa calmly organized her thoughts, Isaac spoke up again.

“We need to take out a scroll. But…”

Swish! Whoosh!

From soWoofhere, several daggers flew toward Fresa again.

Isaac, in the meantime, used his longer staff to deflect the daggers and continued speaking.

“They won’t give us time. If another dagger comes at us, we won’t be able to block it.”

“Shall I try to take it out?”

At Fresa’s suggestion, Isaac shook his head firmly.

“The assassin is definitely targeting you. If you move, they will too.”

“So what should I do? We can’t keep this standoff forever.”

Despite being in a clearly dangerous situation, Fresa remained calm.

Perhaps because it didn’t feel entirely real that someone was trying to kill her.

Or maybe because Isaac was with her.

Isaac also seemed quite accustomed to such situations.

‘Running a guild probably involves quite a few dangerous encounters.’

Fresa waited for Isaac’s response, gazing at his back.

He seemed to be pondering as well, remaining silent for a moment.

As both of them fell silent, it felt as if someone was watching from all directions.

Most likely, the assassin was keeping an eye on them.

‘I thought assassins only existed in novels or woofa…’

Oh, this isn’t a novel.

Fresa had this sudden thought and licked her dry lips.

What’s the point of dying here?

The memories of her frantic efforts to survive flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

‘If only Lycaon were here…’

As she thought of Resa and Lycaon, one of Fresa’s cheeks subtly began to glow.

When the light beneath her eyelids became too bright, she unconsciously closed her eyes.

“…Resa, are you alright?”

When Fresa closed her eyes without a word, Isaac spoke in a low voice.

At that moment, a pure white cloak fluttered and flew toward her.

Gracefully descending, it was the back of someone she had seen before.

The light that had illuminated Fresa’s cheek gradually dimmed and finally disappeared completely.

A tall man slowly turned his body to look at Fresa and smiled.

“This place… feels quite unfamiliar now.”

“Lycaon.”

How did Lycaon come here?

But now was not the time to ask such questions.

As soon as Lycaon appeared, someone swiftly fell from the trees and ran toward them.

With her sharp eyesight, Fresa couldn’t track the movement of her opponent — it was at an incredible speed.

It seemed she had gotten caught in some troublesome situation again.

But Lycaon, maintaining a relaxed expression, mumbled as if choosing tonight’s dinner menu.

“Looks like I’ve gotten involved in some trouble again.”

“Here he comes!”

Isaac gripped his staff tightly and pulled out a scroll from his pocket.

It was thanks to that moment’s opportunity, as the assassin moved.

But he didn’t need to tear the scroll.

Lighlty flicking his thumb and forefinger toward the assassin, Lycaon casually pointed his hand, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from the clear sky, hitting the assassin.

“Ughhh!”

The assassin, who had been nowhere in sight, collapsed with a pained scream right next to Fresa.

Because their face was covered with a mask, she couldn’t identify who they were, but there was no need to worry — she had time to find out later.

The assassin’s fall was so close to Fresa that, had they been just a moment later, she would have been struck by her sword.

Fortunately, it seemed only one assassin was present, as the deadly aura targeting Fresa vanished in an instant.

Isaac, who was about to hand her the scroll, muttered in frustration.

“…Magicians, huh.”

“If you’re innocent, then why don’t you become a magician too?”

Lycaon shot a quick glance at Isaac before turning completely to Fresa with his usual gentle smile.

“Hello, Resa.”

“How… how did you know? Did you put some tracking device on me?”

Fresa looked up at Lycaon with a stunned expression.

It was surprising — this wasn’t Lycaon’s magic workshop, so how did he know she was here?

“I just cast a small spell on you, just in case.”

“Oh, so that’s what that light was earlier…”

“Yes. It’s a kind of messenger magic that comes whenever you desperately call for me.”

Lycaon’s mischievous tone made Fresa’s face flush slightly.

Desperately calling for him? That kind of talk, so casually spoken, was irritating.

But since it was true she had thought of Lycaon, she couldn’t come up with a rebuttal and hurriedly changed the subject.

“I need to find out who hired that assassin.”

“In a few hours, he’ll wake up. By the way, are you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine. Isaac helped me, and Lycaon arrived just in time.”

Fresa looked at Isaac, who was already folding his staff back.

Noticing her gaze, Isaac slowly turned and spoke.

“I will return to the guild first. Since Her Highness the Princess has arrived, there’s no need for me to stay.”

“Oh, thank you so much today. I almost got Cade involved too…”

“Considering you saved my life last time, I’ll consider that repaid. Well then.”

Isaac, who had seemed overly calm considering his recent life-threatening situation, nodded lightly toward Fresa and Lycaon before tearing the scroll.

A faint light spread over his entire body and soon vanished entirely before their eyes.

With Isaac gone, only Fresa and Lycaon remained in front of the Thorpe estate.

Fresa stared at the trail of the magical scroll, which shimmered like tiny glowing fragments, then looked at Lycaon.

He had been watching her since earlier, and as soon as their eyes met, he spoke.

“Why did you come here? And at such a late hour? We could have been in serious trouble.”

“I just… really wanted to check if no one was around. Honestly, I still can’t believe it. By the way, Lycaon, are you okay? You’ve used a lot of magic. Your complexion…”

Fresa unconsciously clasped her hand over Lycaon’s cheek, speaking worriedly.

His face looked much worse than when he left the apothecary.

He must have overexerted himself, possibly due to something he did after returning from the empire.

Fresa looked at Lycaon with full concern, her feelings clear on her face.

Startled by her sudden touch, Lycaon widened his eyes slightly, then finally placed his hand over hers and responded.

“If I can receive this much attention, I guess it’s not so bad.”

“Don’t joke. It’s just because I haven’t seen your face. You look like you could collapse at any moment.”

Fresa’s brow furrowed naturally.

Though Lycaon was acting lightly, she could tell how badly he was affected inside.

If this continued, the remaining venom would run rampant again, and she definitely couldn’t let that happen.

With a firm expression, she looked down at the dark-clad assassin still lying on the ground.

“Let’s go back to the apothecary. We’ll check on Lycaon’s condition and also figure out who hired the assassin.”

Lycaon nodded without replying.

Fresa took out two magic scrolls with the coordinates for the apothecary and handed one to Lycaon.

“Please refrain from using magic for now. Even if it’s inconvenient, use this.”

“…It would be problematic if the coordinates are wrong again.”

“I checked multiple times this time, so it should be fine. Don’t even think about teleporting secretly with magic.”

Lycaon looked a bit reluctant, but since Fresa was so insistent, he finally agreed and replied.

Fresa hesitated as she looked at the assassin, about to tear the scroll.

“By the way, how do I carry that?”

“Well, I’ll put him in here.”

Lycaon, after a brief moment of thought, pulled out a small bag.

He untied the string that had been wound around the opening, and the bag expanded to a size that could hold a person.

“It’s originally meant for carrying things, but… whatever.”

Adding a short explanation, Lycaon carefully placed the assassin into the bag.

Fresa, observing his soWoofhat suspicious behavior, silently stared but soon tore the magic scroll.

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