Novel & Cerita Assassin Fate/stay Night

Because the cleaning lady's uniform worn by the assassin in disguise was found on the victim's bed. Silent Assassin's works are very clean and his nickname just fits him. He is quiet when he kills. There was not even a trace that the two wrestled inside James' room and it seemed like the man just died from a heart attack. But when James' father autopsied his son's body, the police found out that a strong poison had been injected into the victim's body which caused his death. Silent Assassin's poison is strong because it can kill in just two to three seconds. He is a very dangerous person.

Some of the men faltered in their steps, unlike them snitchkiller was the second assassin to reach level nineteen in training without losing his life, all of them here are merely trained martial art students. "look around and shoot him on sight! " the one with a clean shaved head instructed them. Drexel was dressed in his assassin attire, his clothes were black from his hood down to his mask then to his feet were completely black. Only his eyes were left open. "Snitchkiller, " the shaved hair man said upon seeing him. "Merge, are you ready to lay down your life for Albertrossa? " Drexel asked. "Why should I answer such a question? when you will be the one to lose your life, " Merge said with

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

* I reached behind my back, my fingers finding the thick folds of the heavy crimson velvet. "You are quick for a sickly thing," the assassin said, taking two slow, deliberate steps toward me. He raised the curved blade, turning the edge so the green poison caught the faint light of the fireplace. "The rumors were wrong about your feet, but they were right about your blood. You will bleed just like any other common girl." I kept my eyes locked on his shoulders. Back in Ashvale, when the stable boys tried to corner the stray dogs, their shoulders always dropped right before they swung their sticks.

That bad feeling intensified, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t alone in this room. I got up quickly from my bed when I saw two eyes fixed at me under the light of the moon. The silhouette charged at me once spotted. I dodged his knife attack and kicked him in his crotch. He fell to the ground holding the part that I just kicked. An assassin in the middle of the knight, that’s unexpected. So now to kill or to be killed. I didn’t have any minor mission to protect myself. I took his knife that was on the ground now attempting to slay his neck; suddenly another one popped from behind, I acted like I didn’t spot him and kept going for the hurt one. I pivoted once he reached to kill me,

“You sent blades into the night. You promised me silence. Instead, the girl breathes still.” The assassin who had led the strike knelt before them, his cloak torn, his mask at his belt. His face bore no emotion. “She was shielded. She does not fall as others do. And the people…” He paused, the slightest hesitation breaking through his calm. “…the people begin to whisper of her survival as if it were fate.” A hiss passed through the council like a snake stirring in dry leaves. Councillor Mera slammed her palm against the table. “Fate? Do not insult us with superstition. She is a criminal, a liar who bends desperate fools to her will.”

Just then, the assassin who was kneeling on the ground had already called the police. He said, “Open Sea Road, #36, Lottie’s Atelier. There’s been a murder. The murderers are still here. Please hurry.” He ended the call as soon as he finished. Charlotte stared at the two dead bodies next to the assassin, then at the assassin again. “Why are you so scared of the Night King?” The assassin lifted his head and looked at her, then lowered his head in dismay.

"But make it subtle. Make it look like pack politics or a personal grudge. Nothing that traces back to me." "Of course, my lord." The assassin bowed and began to fade back into shadows. "And one more thing," Cassian added. The assassin paused. "If you fail, if she survives and there's even a whisper that the Fae Court was involved....you will die very slowly. Am I clear?" "Crystal, my lord." And then he was gone, leaving Cassian alone with his thoughts and his cold determination. The hybrid would die. One way or another, she would die.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

Alex let out a chuckle and winced in the process. “Wow, I'm still conscious. Did I become stronger or have you lost your touch? Come on Liam show some effort” he said with a taunting grin. If his plan works Liam would be extra mad and his next punch would be fatal, knocking him out. If he passed out, that means he doesn't have to explain anything at least for tonight. “Bastard!” Liam cursed as his fist clenched and delivered a more aggressive punch. “Okay, that did it” Alex murmured before everything went black.