Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 222

Chapter 222
Anfey stood on the outskirts of the city and watched the army approaching . The closer the army got, the more intimidating it was . It was a cavalry unit, and the riders all had the same armor and weapons . Even their horses appeared similar . The only man in different armor was the one in front, his silver gear a stark contrast with the black riders behind him .


An army was not a place to show off . Everyone knew that the fastest way to victory was to take down the head of the army . A leader would make himself a moving target if he dressed in such an eye-catching way . This man was either a fool or was powerful enough to know that no one would try to target him .
Anfey watched the army carefully . The general wore a silver mask and held a black lance in his hand . It was the only thing on him that was not silver . The stallion he rode, clad in silver chainmail, was taller than the other horses and wearing a mask like its rider . Its legs were thick and strong, but its steps were almost as light as the other ones .
Anfey glanced at Urter, and the latter walked up, ready to greet the riders . The leader raised his hand, and the entire army halted . The lance in his hand pointed steadily at Anfey .
Anfey felt his body grow heavy, as if under great pressure . Next to him, Suzanna frowned . She handed the basket to Black Eleven and stepped forward, placing herself between Anfey and the rider, her hand gripping her sword .
They were originally intending to welcome the new arrivals, and it was inappropriate for her to act so hostile . She knew she did not have any other choice, however, because she could feel how powerful the rider was, even though he was still a hundred feet away . Except for her mentor, Suzanna had never met someone this powerful .
After a few moments of silence, the rider suddenly began charging towards the group . Blinding combat power obscured the man and his horse’s shape . Anfey summoned his bow quickly . He did not know what the man wanted to do or why, but there was no time to lose .
As the rider grew closer, Anfey suddenly saw a familiar face, grinning at him . He stopped his movements, and shook his head with a smile . Suzanna, however, did not notice . She was too focused on the rider, and did not notice anything else .
The rider was one man, but the way he charged felt like a thousand men . Suzanna felt as if the air around her had frozen and felt a strange fear awaken within her .
The crowd dispersed in fear, and Urter frowned . He turned to look at Anfey, who simply shook his head, then sighed and stared at the rider .
"Stop it!" Apa called . This sudden change in things caught him off guard . He only wanted to prevent the conflict . Black Eleven handed the basket to Iliverny and pulled out his sword, ready to join the fight . The rider had left all of his soldiers behind, so clearly he wanted to fight them himself . Black Eleven, however, did not plan to let Suzanna fight him by herself . The man was too powerful, and the only way they could possibly win was to attack him together .
Suzanna was even faster than he was . Before Black Eleven could do anything, she was already dashing towards the rider, her body enveloped in bright combat power . Suzanna knew that her opponent was much more powerful than she was, and she couldn’t take a blow from the rider if she was standing still .
Anfey wasn’t able to grab Suzanna before she dashed out, but he was able to stop Black Eleven . He wanted to call out to Suzanna, but he was too late, and Suzanna clashed with the rider .
Suzanna’s body was thrown back at the impact, and she fell to the ground with a thud . The tip of the lance was buried in the ground, and the shaft was bent . Clearly, the lance was well made, and the rider himself was powerful beyond imagination . His horse whinnied loudly .
"Suzanna," Anfey called . "Are you alright?" He moved to help her up .
"I'll be fine," Suzanna said, standing up slowly . "He wasn’t using his full power . " Suzanna felt that the man was much more powerful than she was, and thought that she was as good as dead . Even though she was thrown back, she was not seriously injured .
The rider backed away a few steps and jumped off of his horse . He pulled his lance out of the ground and walked towards Anfey . He took off his mask and grinned widely .


"General Miorich!" Anfey called happily . He grabbed Suzanna and walked over to greet the man .

Miorich lifted a brow .
"Miorich," Anfey said quickly .
Miorich smiled and nodded . He turned and looked at Suzanna, his eyes full of admiration .
Apa felt awkward, standing there holding his order and his relic . He had not thought about the possibility of Anfey knowing the rider . He returned the order and the relic to his pocket, glad no one had noticed .
The crowd was silent, staring at Miorich . They all heard Anfey . Miorich was one of the most powerful men in the entire empire . He played one of the most important roles in the recent war . Along with Saul, Baery, and Philip, he was one of the four most important men in the empire . His name was no stranger to anyone .
"What did I say? Suzanna is good!" Two carriages appeared behind Miorich, and Niya and Christian appeared .
Niya hurried over, took Suzanna’s hand into hers, and said, "Suzanna, you aren’t hurt, are you?"


"I’ll be fine," Suzanna said, glancing at Miorich . Even though it was not clear who had won, she knew she was the loser . This was the first time she had lost to a stranger in a fair fight, and it felt strange .
"I told you Suzanna was good, but you didn’t believe me," Niya said, pointing at Miorich . "This was all his idea . " She had wanted to talk to Anfey, but changed the topic when she realized he looked slightly angry .
Miorich frowned . He had never seen Niya explain anything to anyone before .
Urter glanced at Anfey and frowned . He did not know who this new girl was, but she must be important if she could be so casual when she talked with Miorich .
"Why are you guys here?" Anfey asked .
"We heard you got bullied and we came to help you," Niya announced .
Niya’s voice was very loud, and everyone in the crowd looked at each other . Anfey killed the Marquis’s son, and everyone knew about it . Who would bully him? Did the Marquis begin his revenge already?
"My lord," Urter said, walking over . The patrolmen behind him began waving their flowers . Miorich’s arrival came as a surprise, and there was no time or resources to prepare a welcome ceremony .
"I’m just here to check up on Anfey," Miorich said . "This isn’t necessary . "
"Yes, my lord," Urter said . He gestured his men to stop waving the flowers . Iliverny walked over and handed Suzanna the basket . Before she could take it, Niya jumped over and took it from him .
"It is you!" she chirped as she lifted the fabric . "I missed you, little guy," she said, holding out her hand .
The unicorn looked at her, but did not move .
"This is the unicorn?" Miorich asked . Dragon riders were already things of legend, and a unicorn was the next best thing . If a rider could tame a unicorn, then the rider’s strength would increase by tenfold .
"Don’t you even think about it," Niya said before Anfey could say anything . She hugged the unicorn and stared at Miorich, as if she was afraid he would try to take it from her .
Miorich smiled and shook his head . He waved his arm, and his men began marching forward .