The Thrill of Killing

The moonlight spilt into the room, casting an eerie glow on the lifeless body of the servant. Adele stood over the fallen figure, his eyes reflecting the darkness that now danced within him. The echo of the deed reverberated through the silent mansion, a prelude to the confrontation that awaited.

Outside the room, Isaac and the knights waited in tense anticipation. The servant was taking longer than expected, and a sense of unease lingered in the air. Isaac's instincts were on high alert, a flicker of doubt dancing in his eyes.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing Adele standing amidst the shadows. His gaze met Isaac's with an unsettling calmness, the redness of his eyes piercing through the dimly lit room.

"Ah, Isaac of the Lions family. Your servant had a little too much interest in my slumber," Adele spoke, his voice a melodic blend of composure and menace.

Isaac's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the gravity of the situation settling on his shoulders. He had expected a sleeping child, not this ominous figure who stood before him.

"What have you done?" Isaac demanded, his voice a low growl.

Adele's lips curled into a wicked smirk, "Merely a demonstration of my [Live] trait. It seems your servant couldn't resist the call of death."

In simple words [Live] trait, sends a killing intent to the enemy body, and after that user will be able to take command of the enemy body until he deactivates the [Live] trait user'sser mana runs out.

That's all Adele did, he controlled the body of the servant and killed him.

Then again the [Live] trait can't be used against someone more powerful than Adele, it might fail because the opponent killer's intent might be stronger.

But the chances of failing the [Live] trait are very slim.

The atmosphere in the hallway thickened, the knights exchanging wary glances. They were dealing with a force beyond their expectations.

"Isaac," Adele continued, his tone dripping with mockery, "Your plan to assassinate the Ashen bloodline won't unfold as smoothly as you thought."

The moonlight illuminated the room, casting a sinister gleam on Adele's figure. The servant's blood was still fresh on Adele's face.

The look that Adele had six knights was rather ominous.

"It's true, he is a demon." one of the knights muttered as he gripped his weird tighter than before.

'I have to do something or I'll be dead.' Right now I may be calm and composed from the outside but that is not true.

Inwardly I'm trembling with fear, I just killed a person without any hint of hesitation.

There are two emotions I'm feeling right now. One is fear and I knew that this emotion belonged to me and the other is excitement.

I'm feeling excited by all of this, it's beings to Adele.

In the novel, Adele would feel excited whenever he found himself in a difficult situation.

All of this is thanks to Adele's characteristics trait [interest].

Taking a deep breath I gripped my dagger. Sensing my movement one of the knights rushed toward me.

I held a dagger in my hand and focused on the Knight's dagger.

'Location.'

The distance between me and Knight Lesoned to 5 meters.

'Exchange.'

-Swoosh-!!

-Clank-!!

-Thurst!

-Thud!

I swapped my position with the sword.

The knight's sword fell powerlessly to the place where I was, and before I knew it, my body was in front of the knight's eyes.

The knight's neck was pierced with a dagger, not even realizing what had happened to him.

With this, in an instant, one of the five knights was dealt with.

""… … !!""

A ripple arose on the faces of the knights.

An unexpected situation for them.

The moment the sound of their beating heart rang in my ears.

The most fierce knight took a step closer and opened his mouth.

"Count Leon's Knight Commander Isaac, I will execute the criminal's sentence, right here."

At the end of the Knights's words, the three knights began to unleash tremendous killing power.

As the knights unleashed their tremendous killing power, the air crackled with an impending clash. Isaac, the Knight Commander, eyed Adele with a steely gaze. The moonlight painted an ominous picture in the corridor, shadows dancing around the combatants.

"You've made a grave mistake, boy," Isaac growled, the intensity of his words echoing through the tension-filled atmosphere.

Adele maintained his composed stance, his crimson eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and danger. The grip on his dagger tightened, and a subtle smirk adorned his face.

"Grave mistakes are subjective, Knight Commander. In the end, it's all part of the grand play," Adele retorted with a theatrical flourish of his dagger.

The knights, undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, closed in with swift and calculated movements. Each step echoed with the rhythm of impending conflict, the metallic sheen of their weapons reflecting the moonlight.

Adele's mind raced, processing the situation with the traits and talents imprinted within him. The [Live] trait that had served him well moments ago now awaited its next manifestation. The thrill of danger and the joy of combat surged through him, a stark reminder of the traits that defined his character.

The clash began. Swords clashed against daggers, and the resonance of metal against metal filled the corridor. Adele moved with an otherworldly agility, his body seemingly dancing through the onslaught of blades. The knights, despite their formidable skill, struggled to anticipate Adele's movements.

With each exchange, Adele harnessed the [Live] trait, weaving the force of life into his deadly dance. The knights, ensnared by the charisma of the Ashen bloodline, found their movements slowing, their reactions dulled by an unseen force.

Amid the conflict, Adele seized an opportune moment. He activated the [Location Exchange 'Ⅰ'] talent, swapping positions with a disoriented knight. The sudden shift left the knight vulnerable, and Adele exploited the opening with a precise strike.

-Clang-!

The knight's sword fell to the ground, and Adele's dagger pressed against his throat. The other knights, momentarily taken aback, hesitated in their onslaught.

"Your play is coming to an end, Adele," Isaac proclaimed, his resolve unshaken.

The final act of this deadly performance was about to unfold, and the mansion's corridors reverberated with the echoes of a confrontation that blurred the lines between fiction and reality.