Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 176: Though a Mechanic Walks Through the Valley of Death...

Konlot doesn't have memories of his childhood. Whatever it was, it was far below the prissy nobles and knob-polishing knights gathering to determine the fates of thousands of lives they treat like nothing more than numbers.

The irony is, for all of their prim and proper etiquette, rules of engagement, education, chivalry, and social gatherings, people like Konlot will always be needed by nobles and knights.

Two otherworlders were brought to Zenkon by a so-called Divine Summoning ritual in the kingdom of Mornistae, and the only thing that changed by them arriving is the face of the war that has never ended.

For those who know how to leverage their strengths, war is an unending supply of money, resources, and outlets for the most core of every man's unspoken urges; to destroy the things that inconvenience them.

As a half-demonkin, half-humankin, each side being of an unknown race, Konlot has never had friends or allies. Both sides of the mountains see a monstrosity, even though his face isn't that different from a human's or gatonines, his horns and hooves aren't much different than a boruan or an oni's, and his eyes are plain by most race's standards.

He learned early on to take what he wants, and that his skills gained in doing so make him a desirable contractor for nobles to do what they can't be caught doing.

The unknown mixed-blood waits patiently in position where he was told to wait. The cliffs overlooking the road through the valley that leads to Fort Peony provide a great deal of cover for ambushes.

And, as if a true blessing from God came down for those in the field of work Konlot finds himself in, the otherworlder king Rikuto pushed for the development of a weapon that changes battle forever.

The graceful touch of the God of Death can now reach far beyond the range of an arrow, presenting no warning as with magic, and, if the rumors are to be trusted, capable of slaying even a dragon.

Konlot looks at the sketch he was given. His target is the human emperor of the Fievegal, but the source said there will be an illusion-hidden body double in his place.

The target is the tallest known human in the world, and he possesses no magic of his own.

This combination of information should be plenty for the chimeric assassin.

Konlot has killed many people in his life, since killing people comes easily to him, and people will pay a great deal for his combination of talent and discretion. To call him a legend would be the height of foolishness, since speaking his name is a sort of curse.

Konlot himself has ensured that anyone who tries to verbally or otherwise officially tie him to the business finds themselves buried right alongside the person they hired him to deal with.

After all, a legendary assassin is a failure of an assassin.

The first of the Fievegal's 'carriages' appears around one of the mountain faces, about a mile up the path from Konlot's current position. He already has his point of engagement planned out, so he needs to observe and try to find the Emperor. Even if he must compromise and launch the attack on one of the Empresses, the goal is highly likely to succeed. The problem will be determining who he can take out most effectively in order to keep tensions high.

The chimera man doesn't know who is the source of the intel, but they have proven reliable before. He even needed to shift tactics when a message arrived from his contact known as 'the Mendicant' informing Konlot that the Fievegal would not be travelling with their airborne vessels, but instead, with self-propelled carriages. The flying carriage would have been easier to create a catastrophic obvious attack, but the ground carriages are vulnerable enough.