"Wha… what the fuck is this nonsense? What the fuck is this boss?!"

An assassin wielding a worn out dagger swore as he looked back and forth between the carnage and the boss hovering in the sky. His eyes were full of anger. "How is this design acceptable? All my guildmates died because of this bullshit?"

With those words, he pulled out a return scroll, crushed it and began teleporting back to his city.

……

Bang!

I wasn’t going to allow him though. My Ghost Spirit War Boots flattened some tiny rocks as I charged toward the assassin while shouting, "Assassin’s Creed! You think you can leave after killing our guild members!?"

That’s right, it was none other than Assassin’s Creed himself. He had an item with a super-long invincibility time, or he would have died to Strella’s forbidden spell already. I was going to finish the job, however. He might be able to contribute in the fight against Strella, but after everything he had done, I would rather he died than to keep him alive nearby.

I aimed my left palm at Assassin’s Creed and shackled him immediately with God Binding Art. Then, I immediately threw my...