The Holy Knight Order is recognized as the number one knight order. If they claim second, no one dares claim first. That is the legendary Golden Knight Order.
This Beastman Nun is actually a member of the Holy Knight Order? It’s truly hard to believe, almost an exaggeration.
That night, the Target Range Knights checked into the hostile lord’s town inn to rest.
“Murder night under the moonless, windy sky.”
In the dead of night, Samimi, who was meditating by the window, suddenly opened her eyes. She looked outside through the curtains, feeling a vague sense of unease.
The streets were empty. No passersby, no residents. Only the relentless barking of dogs could be heard.
It seemed the knights’ “friendliness” during the day was only temporary—revenge is a dish best served cold.
And now, the time had come.
“Niubao, be careful. There are assassins.”
Samimi’s “assassin radar” immediately went on high alert. After being tormented by the Connection Witch for so long, her perception of assassins had become extremely sharp.
Although she didn’t think human assassins could threaten her and Niubao, she had witnessed truly terrifying assassins before.
Niubao gently pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway.
The inn’s corridor was empty, dimly lit, but both ends emanated a faint, ominous aura.
Samimi followed behind, glancing left and right. Old Knight Rayen and the others should still be fast asleep. After all, once they entered the town, they usually didn’t assign a night watch, making them more vulnerable to a surprise attack.
“We don’t need their help for something this small. The two of us are enough.”
Samimi didn’t wake them.
“Be careful,” she said, pretending to be concerned.
“Pastor, let me handle this,” Mino replied calmly.
Even though Niubao didn’t need amplification magic to fight, she still needed protective spells like Thorn Crown, Magic Shield, and Light Shield Technique.
It didn’t matter if she couldn’t win; the most important thing was to protect her.
Mino raised her hand, tore open the void, and pulled out a Paladin Sword. But halfway through drawing it, she stopped and put it back.
“Niubao?” Samimi was puzzled.
“The space is too narrow for a knight sword to maneuver. I don’t want to damage the inn,” Mino explained seriously.
“A Golden Sword is also a knight sword.”
“Is there another weapon I can use?”
Mino took a broken sword from the void—the blue weapon that had dropped from Magic Sword Red.
“Use whatever you want. It’s just trash,” Samimi said, waving her hand dismissively.
Although it was a blue weapon, its durability was extremely high and almost indestructible.
Mino gripped the broken sword to test its feel. It was manageable, but it lacked the weight of a heavy weapon and couldn’t fully leverage her strength.
Her strengths lay in power, endurance, and explosive force, which required a heavy weapon to match.
Just like Shield-Axe Warrior Selena—ordinary people couldn’t even lift those two weapons.
But now wasn’t the time to study weapons.
The corridor remained quiet, but Mino had already heard faint footsteps and shifts in the air.
As a Beastman, she had a natural talent for counter-reconnaissance. Ordinary assassins were almost completely exposed in her presence.
“Whoosh—”
In the next instant, Mino struck. She dashed to a corner in a flash and swung her sword in one swift motion.
“Ah!”
A black-clad assassin fell to the ground on the spot, his abdomen sliced open as blood gushed out.
Mino charged straight into the stairwell, only to find it packed with black-clad assassins.
Their eyes were filled with shock—they had come to assassinate, yet they were the first to be killed.
Mino looked down at them, her gaze growing cold.
Unpleasant memories flashed through her mind—
Those lurking demon-human assassins had driven Samimi to the brink of mental collapse, leaving her sleepless day and night.
Back then, she could only silently guard by her side, powerless to help.
Samimi had even nearly been ambushed by the Connection Witch.
That had always weighed heavily on her heart.
And now—
Now was her chance for revenge.
Mino leaped into the midst of the assassins, the broken sword slashing like a phantom as she cut them down one after another.
She fought her way from the stairs to the main hall, leaving a river of blood in her wake.
In a matter of moments, over a dozen had fallen.
When she reached the main hall, she found even more assassins. The innkeeper had already been killed by a slit throat.
This time, she drew the Paladin Sword as well, forming a dual-wielding stance with one long and one short sword.
The assassins had no retreat.
Unlike demon-human assassins, who would retreat after a single failed strike, human assassins, once exposed, had no choice but to fight to the death.
“Kill!”
At the leader’s command, they charged all at once.
But the next moment—
The target they had their eyes on vanished.
All that remained was a black shadow, accompanied by an unseeable flash of blades and splattering blood mist.
Whose blood was it?
Their own.
Upstairs, Old Knight Rayne was woken by the noise. He kicked open the door and rushed into the corridor.
The other knights also burst out of their rooms.
“Pastor Shalum, what’s going on?”
“What are you yapping about?” Samimi asked with a smile.
“There are assassins—”
“It’s already handled. Don’t worry.”
Samimi stood in the corridor in her pajamas, barefoot, with a relaxed expression.
“Where are the assassins?”
“Downstairs. Mino is cleaning them up.”
The knights immediately hurried to the stairwell, only to find the floor littered with bodies.
Every corpse had deep sword wounds, some with bones even severed.
They continued downstairs.
The main hall was even more gruesome—dozens of assassins lay dead on the floor.
Only one was left alive—his legs broken, his mouth sealed.
Mino was crouched beside the innkeeper’s body, closing his eyes, mimicking a pastor’s prayer.
Not a single drop of blood stained her, but the two swords at her side were drenched in it.
Old Knight Rayne recognized the platinum-white sword and was shaken inwardly—
Their earlier words had not been an exaggeration.
The knights examined the bodies. Most had been killed with a single blow, not even aimed at vital points.
It was pure power and speed.
Samimi covered her nose and mouth in disgust as she walked into the hall.
“Pastor, it’s too dangerous here. Let us handle it,” a young knight said, quickly stepping forward.
“She’s seen more dead people than you’ve eaten meals,” Rayne scolded coldly.
“Do you think it was that fat duck knight order from this morning?” Samimi asked.
“They don’t have what it takes.”
“Mino left one alive. Let’s interrogate him. You all, step aside.”
“No need. He’s already dead.”
Rayne pulled the cloth from the man’s mouth to find him foaming at the mouth and already dead.
“Poison hidden in the mouth. No return from that mission,” Samimi commented blandly. “Same old trick.”
“This might be related to our mission. We’ve dragged you into this.”
“Don’t say that. Since we’re traveling together, let’s find out the truth together.”
Rayne thanked her earnestly.
Samimi and Niubao returned to their room to “pack their things.”
In reality, all their belongings were in the Ruby Ring.
“Pastor, something’s wrong,” Niubao said softly, closing the door.
“Are you hurt?”
Samimi immediately checked her body but found her completely unharmed.
“It’s not me. It’s this sword.”
Niubao held up the broken sword.
“After I killed those assassins, a prompt appeared before my eyes.”
“A prompt?”
Niubao gestured a frame shape in frustration.
Samimi’s expression changed. “Were there words?”
Niubao nodded.
Samimi quickly took out her notebook. “Write it down.”
Niubao scribbled crookedly—
[Total Kills: 21/100]
Samimi understood instantly.
“So… it’s a killing sword.”