Sorcerous Stabber Orphen:Volume5 Prologue Prologue

If there wasnt too much blood, licking the blood away was usually the best way. If you wiped it with a cloth, you could always take it with you.

In a deserted alleyan attack was underway, the moonlight casting down upon them. He looked down upon the mans body, and spoke softly.

It seems you know who I am, Ive only my own fame to blame.

He didnt know where the voice was coming from, nor where the person was. From the position where he was standing, it would be hard to make out anyones face. Even if they could see their own souls being taken away, it would be a living nightmarebut this has no meaning to the dead.

He stood there. A man dressed in black, wearing a black cloakand black hair. He was all blacklooking at the outline of his body it was very clear. This person possessed an endless supply of strength, so much that no one could surpass it.

Overwhelming force

Thats right.

It was as if he was giving himself an evaluation, he nodded in agreement.

No one can stop me. She gave me an order. She is the only oneI follow her words, I wont stop.

These words, they werent directed at himself. It was as if they were some sort of magical words.

The body of an old man was lying on the ground, a grey haired man, dressed in dark robes. There wasnt much blood to be found, in fact he was already dead. If someone passed this alleyway at this moment, they would assume the old man was just sleeping on the groundmaybe they would even wonder why such a high class person would be sleeping in an alleyway. A silver pendant hung from the old mans chest. The pendant was a dragon wrapped around a sword.

Upon seeing this, the assassin said quietly:

Even in death, the world does not stop, never

He ceased talking, moving his hands up his own chest, wrapping his slender hands around a chain. He too had a silver pendant, the mark of theTower of Fang, proof that the wearer is a sorcerer. Over his shoulder, his cloak also bore the same mark, the same dragon wrapped around a sword.

He whispered something to himself, something idiotic. He then concentrated on the necklace, and gently pressed down on his stomachhe suddenly said:

If Im going to lick the blood, I better vomit now.

Then he left. Leaving only a dead body in the alley.

As you said. I am Krylancelo.

Looking back, his existence was like that of a brother. Or rather, he was surrounded by enemies in theTower, students in a classroom, treating each other like family.

This wasnt strange in the slightestmost people generally thought like this. TheTower of Fangwas where the best black sorcerers in the continent were trained, including all the students, the total number of black sorcerers could reach around a few thousandeven if one regarded their class as a family, they couldnt say the same for the rest of them.

Childmans eyelids stiffened, and then they closed, he placed his hand upon his head. He was tiredfrustratedhe sighed.

With that sigh, a finger hung from his face, hitting the hem of the black robe he was wearing. This wasnt just any robe, it was that of a Teacher in theTower. No unique colours were allowed, only blackbut the girl already knew this, her name wasLeticia McCready.

At some point, it was said again.

She pondered for a while, then sighed, she was really tired.

Her long black hair poured from her shoulders to her back, she looked onward, stretching her back. She sat on an old wooden chair, it was making creaking sounds. She complained about the noise. It was something to vent her feelings onto.

Her mood was getting worseshe couldnt stand it. There were no windows in the room, the tables were rough and uncomfortable, and of course, noisy chairs. All of this made her feel uncomfortable, and the clocks swinging pendulum wasnt making things any better. If only she could have someone to talk toshe thought, but there was no one else in the room except her.

Bored to death, she said to herself:

Ive only got to wait.

Then suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

Im so sorry.

She looked towards the sound of the voice and saw nothing.

You know theyve kept me waiting half an hour?

To be honest, Ive been watching you for a while.

Watching? Sometimes people do stupid things.

She turned around, clinging to the back of the chair.

Lifting her head she saw him, a burly man stood opposite of her.

The man had a serious but old face, even though he was only in his twentiesbut she didnt know that.

He was wearing a similar robe, except his had two silver lines at the hem. It was the same design as a Teachers robe, except he wasnt a teacher, he was just pretending to be one.

(Every time, no one pays attention to detailespecially our own.)

She thought, while revealing a faint smile. He moved towards her and sat opposite.

Seeing that you have observed me, do you notice anything peculiar?

No.

Interesting. By the way, the names Forte Buckingham.

It was obvious that he was another student, he didnt possess the aura the others had.

So youve come here to be like him, Tissy?

Dont call me that.

In fact, hearing that made her feel abnormal. The pendulum of the clock creaked, and what sounded like someones dying screams were heard.

Forte Buckinghama classmate in Childmans class in the Tower of Fang, there was nothing else to say, but

Hes here.