I Screwed the Novel's Plot

Chislon scanned the surroundings and five assassins could be seen standing, scattered above the trees.

"I see. You have company."

The Count walked to Fedel's side and smirked.

"Sounds fun. Count me in."

Fedel leaped over the trees to conceal himself and Chislon unsheathed his weapon.

"Since I don't have much time, how about all of you go all at once?"

Enraged by Chislon's taunting, they hopped from one branch to another toward him. However, the moment they floated in the air, unexpectedly one of them fell into the fog with his neck stabbed by a dagger. Chislon scoffed, he couldn't believe they were easily provoked like that.

"Argh!"

He peeked at the knife came from and Fedel was seen between the leaves before he shifted sideways and disappeared once more.

But then again, somehow it scared him, he hadn't even started yet the old man succeeded in killing an enemy just a few seconds after the battle began.

Acknowledging their mistake, they jumped and dispersed among the trees. Honestly speaking, Chislon ridiculed them just to distract them so Fedel could launch a surprise attack.

He wasn't crazy enough to fight five of them all at once, especially when his class was an Elementalist. But who would know they realized it so soon? Well, at least they used their little brains.

Even though he could wield a sword, that didn't mean he was a swordsman and he only knew about the basics. Chislon swung his sword and deflected every dagger that drifted at him. Sensing a presence, the Count took a step back to spin his body and made a half-circle cut.

"Urg!"

The assassin stumbled when the tip of Chislon's sword dug into his chest and blood splattered when a knife abruptly penetrated his neck before he could make any attempt to retreat. He plunged into the fog below.

–Bang!

The Count soon veered to the sound, a pair of daggers collided midair and fell into the mist. Another flew but was diverted by one other knife. It seemed Fedel was exchanging blows with the assassins and their attack continued at an incredible speed.

–Bang! –Bang! –Bang!

Fedel plummeted to a lower branch when many daggers rushed at his hiding spot all at once. He threw a knife at the thick leaves right after he landed, afterward a man was seen falling with his body hitting every branch before being eaten by the mist. Fedel bounced sideways and drowned between the leaves.

'How scary.'

This was the first time Chislon ever saw how assassins fought each other, albeit amazed by the sight, he couldn't let his guard down yet. He lifted his sword once again and parried every weapon that approached him.

–Bang! –Bang!

Seeing many daggers rush at him, he leaped upwards and four knives jabbed his previous stepping branch. The attack didn't stop, Chislon was forced to duck soon the moment he landed as an assassin suddenly appeared and thrust his dagger at him. Feeling a surge of mana, Chislon shot a fireball.

"Argh!"

The assassin's body slammed the tree trunk behind him and without wasting any time he stabbed the man in the heart. Nevertheless, unknownst to him, another assassin had stood behind Chislon with his hand swinging a dagger. Realizing that he left his back exposed, he pulled his sword out as fast as he could, but–

He stopped midway when blood unexpectedly splattered and dirtied his clothes and face. The man's body in front of Chislon slumped down dramatically and Fedel was seen standing holding his weapon that was drenched in the red liquid. Chislon couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, he thought he was going to die and Fedel kicked the man's body into the mist.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Both of them then slashed their sword to remove the blood before sheathed their weapons back.

"Let's go."

Chislon nodded in agreement. Fedel jumped and was followed suit by the Count, they began to move again. But deep down in his heart, he could only lament the moment he saw his tarnished clothes.

Here Chislon was desperately trying so hard to prevent anything from dirtying his appearance, yet now blood was all over his body.

He felt very uncomfortable, he wanted to take a shower to cleanse himself right now. Nevertheless, Chislon could only sigh in defeat and took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face.

With this, Chislon decided to invent an instant cleansing item without the need to take a bath when all of this was over.

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"Haa… haa… haa…"

My chest heaved up and down roughly. I leaned against a tree trunk to catch up some of my breath and wiped my sweat away from my face. I took the teleport paper magic out of my telesphere and channeled my mana to it.

However, I hastily crouched and rolled forward to distance myself. I spun and found a man that I avoided the most; Trickster came into view.

"Tsk."

He clucked his tongue and yanked his stuck dagger from the tree trunk, however, he halted before picking up something on the ground.

"Oh? You dropped this, Your Highness."

Trickster turned to me with his mischievous smile attached and showed me the thing he had picked up. I gritted my teeth the moment I saw my teleport magic paper in his hand.

'Dammit! How can I be so careless as to drop it?!'

We stared at each other for a few seconds before he chuckled and tore off the magic paper.

"Oh no, I accidentally tore it."

He put on a sad expression whilst tearing down the paper into small pieces and then tossed them into the air. He laughed madly at his own actions.

I had played video games and met many kinds of villains, but this one was a rare breed. Trickster whirled his dagger.

"So. Are you ready to die, Prince?"

Since my only ticket to escape had been lost. It seemed I had no choice but to fight him one on one. I exhaled a long breath to calm myself and got up.

"I should be the one who's asking--"

As we both stood, I glared at him confidently.

"--are you ready to die?"