“Okay, so… This expense goes here, and this one goes here. Hahaha… I’ve accounted for every single penny, even the ones I used for my personal needs are included in the royal expenses. My life is the best, I guess… This is the benefit of being the ‘Royal Expense Minister’ Hahaha…” A rotund elf, around 200 years old, spoke as he examined a thin sheet of paper in front of him and chuckled.

This man was none other than Zard, the Finance Minister of the Royal Castle, and he was on his way to present the monthly expense report to the Queen.

As Zard approached the entrance to the Queen’s room, he noticed Faith standing there but paid little attention to her, continuing to walk towards Fiona’s room.

Swish

Suddenly, a sword blocked his path.

“What The-?! Commander Faith, what are you doing? I need to see the Queen. It’s the 1st of the month, and I must submit my reports to her,” Zard said, eager to enter.

“You can’t. The Queen is very busy right now. Please return in an hour,” Faith said.

‘One hour? No, I have to return home in 3 hours, and if I submit the report now, I can leave an hour early and spend it with a girl at the nearby brothel with the money I’ve taken from the castle funds… I can’t let her ruin my plans. I have to do something,’ Zard thought as he smiled at Faith.

“Um… Mrs. Faith, are these the Queen’s orders to keep everyone out of the room?” Zard asked.

“Yes,” Faith replied, maintaining a stern expression.

“Okay, but this is very important… I have to submit these reports. I’ll just go in, place the reports on the table, and then leave. Please…” Zard pleaded.

“No, return in one hour, and if you don’t comply, I’ll have to take serious action,” Faith said firmly.

“Okay, I will go,” Zard agreed, turning around. However, as soon as he saw Faith sheathe her sword, he turned back and dashed towards the room with full speed.

“Hey,” Faith called out, trying to stop him.

“Sorry, Commander… This is very important-” Zard began to explain, but he fell silent as he entered the room and found a human standing in the center, wielding two massive sickles, with several assassins standing around, three of them lying dead on the floor.

“I *Hick* I think… I’m in the wrong room. I-I’ll leave immediately,” Zard stammered, sensing Anon’s bloodlust.

“H-Hold on…” Faith shouted, attempting to stop him.

“Take one step back, and you’ll die before you know it. Your head will roll on the ground like a marble.” Anon warned, looking at Zard.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Zard immediately froze in place as he gazed into Anon’s crimson eyes.

He saw death closely that day, it looked like he will die any second now.

“Come in, close the doors tightly, and use the lock this time, oh and one more thing… Don’t barge into rooms like this.” Anon instructed.

“Y-Yes…” Zard promptly followed Anon’s instructions, entered the room, shut the door, and stood completely still without moving an inch.

“I’ll deal with you later. For now, I’ll deal with your so-called assassins,” Anon said as he looked at Fiona and smiled in a sinister manner.

“SOLDIERS, ANYONE WHO KILLS THAT MAN WILL BE AWARDED WITH 200 PLATINUM COINS. I JUST WANT HIS HEAD,” Fiona shouted.

As soon as this announcement was made, every assassin in the room leaped towards Anon.

Meanwhile, Anon remained calm because he was invincible. .𝙘𝙤𝙢

Tang

Tang

Tang

…

The swords and daggers that made contact with Anon’s body either bent or shattered into pieces.

“What the heck?”

“My dagger was made from dragon scales… How is he doing this?”

“Damn it… He’s wearing some kind of armor beneath his clothes. Avoid his lower body and aim for his head,” one of the assassins yelled.

Once the assassins heard this, they shifted their focus to Anon’s head. What they didn’t know was that Anon’s armor rendered his entire body invincible, not just his chest and stomach.

Tang

…

Once again, their weapons broke into several pieces, reduced to nothing but dust.

“Our weapons are useless against him. What do we do?”

‘What kind of spell is this? How is he doing it? Is it really the work of his armor? How powerful is this guy?’ Fiona wondered, her legs trembling with fear.

She now felt threatened by Anon’s very presence in the room, as if she were a hunter trapped in her own cage.

Step

“Now… It’s my turn,” Anon said as he began walking toward the nearest assassin.

The assassin immediately assumed a defensive stance, preparing to protect himself from any incoming attacks.

However, before he could react, Anon placed the pointed end of his sickle under the assassin’s chin and swiftly pulled the man’s head from his body, along with the spinal cord, in a single motion.

Crisp

Thud

Tang

Tang

Blood began to flow from the decapitated assassin’s body as he collapsed lifeless to the floor.

“What a weak body…?” Anon remarked as he tossed the severed head off his sickle.

Thud

Everyone in the room realized one thing clearly after this display: Anon was invulnerable, and they couldn’t kill him. He was a “Monster.”

Every assassin in the room turned their gaze to the exit door.

The Croc-Assassins had one rule: if the mission failed, find the best way to escape because there might be more missions in the future, but if you don’t survive the present, there won’t be a future for you.

Two assassins mustered the courage to sprint toward the exit door, looking at each other with determination and taking off.

Swish

Swish

However, as they took their second step, their heads fell to the cold floor.

Thud

Thud

“Don’t you all understand? I want to play… You can’t leave the game without my permission. Hehehe….” Anon said, looking around with a psychopathic smile.

“M-M… *Gulp* You’re a monster,” one of the assassins uttered.