Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

Sua nodded.

"They are not sorcerers, but they are very good at killing. The mark on their shoulders and their uniforms reveal their identity. They belong to an exclusive group of assassins trained by Fallen Leaf. This group of assassins tends to be weak when facing us, even more so if they are surprised, as they are not good at defending themselves. And these are new members, rookies still; that's why I'm sending them to you." Read the latest on empire

Klaus grabbed the written papers and read them patiently. There was a lot of information, but there was also missing information.

"I understand that they are our enemies, but did we kill them simply because we had a chance to do so, or is there a motive behind it?"

"There is a motive behind it."

"Oh?" Klaus looked up to look at her, waiting for her answer.

"They are behind the thieves who attacked you at that time and recently murdered a nobleman who invested in us. They also work with externals." She spoke.

Klaus nodded softly. 'I don't care if they work with people from the Cursed World because, honestly, I have no sense of permanence in this world. Still... A mission is still a mission. To complete it, any excuse is valid.' He thought.

"Well..."

Sua then took out another paper and handed it to him: "It's the payment. This mission is of a high level required. I put you as the leader because I believe your strategic ability is high enough to complete it. I hope that what you've shown so far wasn't just a meaningless glimpse and that you really have the capability you claim to have."

Klaus smiled, "Killing assassins is not that difficult. Assassins are always prepared to die, but they are never prepared to defend themselves. I'll just tell you, this will be an assassination mission. I'm not taking any of them hostage."

"That sounds perfect to me." Sua smiled. "You just have to kill them."

"Well, I will accept it, but what do you say?" he asked, looking at Carion.

Carion smiled, "There is nothing I can say; if I was chosen, I must complete it."

"Fine, then let's do it." Klaus put the papers away in his ring and then watched Sua gave Carion a look, which told him to get out, so he heeded.

Soon, Sua and Klaus were alone in the room, staring at each other.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"The mission isn't that simple, is it? Or maybe it is simple, but there's something else. What is it?" Klaus asked, preempting whatever Sua wanted to say.

She felt helpless at how easily he had read her but nodded. "It's still just as simple, but you need to get something from them."

"An object?"

"Yes." She pulled out a small laptop and held up a photograph.

"They are transporting it from this city to the capital. It's an important object for controlling the city's mechanisms."

Klaus frowned. The object in question was as small as a lens glass. It was constructed of a dark mineral and seemed to have slightly odd blue stripes on it.

'It feels like a high-tech key.' Klaus thought.

"I know I'm a bit ignorant about things respecting this city, but I was reading some books, and I understand that those kinds of objects are usually in the hands of the noble leaders of the city. Considering the magnitude of this city, that should be a Duke. Why would such an important object fall into the hands of petty assassins? Did they kill the Duke?" he asked.

Sua sighed. "No, the Duke is still alive. They killed part of his underlings and managed to steal the key. We were tasked with retrieving it."

Klaus nodded softly. 'Doubtful.' He thought.

If he thought about it correctly, Fallen Leaf is in alliances with King Sariel II, the same one who granted the ranks to the current Dukes and other high-ranking nobles under his command.

Why, then, would they steal something like that from one of his subordinates?

'Are they people posing as Fallen Leaf assassins, but they are really from another side?'

If he thought about it, that was likely. But he couldn't deny that there was a probability that Sariel II had noticed something the local Duke did and wanted to strip him of his duties.

'If so, is the local Duke working with Nithim Twice?' He thought and suddenly remembered what Sua had said at the beginning.

'A nobleman who invested in them... According to her, those killed were subordinates of the Duke, and they lost the key to the city, something they wanted back, which tells me that the subordinates of that Duke invested in Nithim Twice, most likely the Duke too.' He thought.

In the lands where the master goes, his servants must go, after all. Now, that could involve a lot more, and this mission could be of a very high standard for those who must complete it.

They would no longer oppose Fallen Leaf but also Sariel II and that man's entire reign.

While thinking like this, he suddenly realized something and opened his eyes slightly.

'Could it be that Nithim Twice's final mission is the country? Maybe they want the reign of Sariel II or something similar.' He thought. Although he wanted to sigh because he couldn't answer his own current questions, he didn't.

He looked at Sua.

"A commission like that is worth more than what you want to give us, Sua Vinanne." He smiled.

She sighed. "Tsk, I didn't think you were that greedy."

"I'm not. But I don't do extra work for free."

"It's not extra work; it's like you go on the mission, and you kill and grab whatever they had on them as a prize. The difference is you'll have to turn that item over to us; you can keep the rest as a prize."

"Hehe, don't you understand how dangerous it would be to carry that object back to you? Every second I spend with that object will be a second of torture. A second in which I must watch from left to right and up and down to avoid dying. We are talking about the keys to a city, Miss Sua. Don't underestimate their value; you know better than I do."

Klaus smiled softly and put a piece of paper on the table to write some things down. "I don't ask for much either, Miss Sua." He said as he wrote several things there quickly.

After a few moments, he handed it to her.

Sua shook her head but took the paper in her hand and read it.

She subsequently looked up to see him and tried to scrutinize him fully,