Liu Bei and Cao Cao 6

When Klapen, who had been beaten senseless and knocked out, was having a slightly dim-witted dream, muttering, ‘Our family is an assassination noble house…… kek…….’

An ordinary assassin whom the paradoxical phrase ‘assassination noble house’ couldn’t even begin to encompass.

That was why people who could quietly slit throats from the shadows without performing the heretical act known as aisatsu were also prowling the night streets.

Though they weren’t as formidable as Klapen, who could handle sword aura, assassination is, after all, about exploiting openings, like a claw-machine operator going after a whining brat.

They put their own specialties to use and began assassinating the key figures.

“Heh-heh, this poison can kill even an elephant.”

There was also a considerate assassin who spread the prepared poison through the air so his target could meet a peaceful death in sleep.

“Explosions are…… art……!”

Boom!

There was also an assassin who, following Middle Eastern traditional etiquette, shouted ‘Allahu Akbar’ and treated the city center to a fireworks display...