The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius - The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius chapter 52

Episode 52

Adjusting to life in Benderford wasn’t too difficult.

The 10-year ordeal that filled my adolescence forced me to do everything myself.

However, there was little to do here, from meals to laundry.

It was because they supported me so that I could focus only on my studies.

‘I’m looking forward to eating again today.’

Two weeks have passed since I entered school.

In the meantime, the student cafeteria in Benderford was a delight to my palate.

Seeing that the place was crowded with the highest ranking nobility, the quality of the meal was also very good.

It is said that the imperial chef was sent down for the sake of the princes.

Thanks to that, I was able to spend every day as happily as when I was in Sogaju in Riverrun.

Today, I was on my way to a restaurant to eat some goooo class food.

“This lowly thing. How dare you step on my feet?”

puck! Udangtang!

A heavy blow sound was heard along with an irritating shriek.

The person who was suddenly attacked was a student who was wandering around looking for a seat.

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Judging by how he was talking about something vulgar, it seemed that he had touched the son of an aristocrat by mistake.

‘It’s a cliché, but it’s an inevitable phenomenon.’

Forcing the royal family, nobles, foreign royals, and commoners into one place was an act that was bound to cause dissatisfaction.

In addition, abolish existing privileges and treat everyone equally?

It’s like pouring oil on a burning house, so it’s just that problems will arise here and there.

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Just like right now.

“Keugh!”

The student who had been knocked out after being hit by a blow, hesitated and stood up.

It seems that he was a donation student, but his clothes were quite classy.

Outwardly, there was not much difference between the nobility and the nobility.

But how to see the gap in the eyes of the real top class.

‘It’s just distinguished from the behavior. By the way, it’s a little familiar, what’s his name?’

It was still in the early stages of admission, so there were many unfamiliar students.

Still, judging from the place in my memory, there must have been something unique about his history.

Before long, I was able to recall his true identity.

‘Was it Frixon from the intensive class?’

Most donation students were assigned to the basic class.

I had no choice but to be relatively weak.

Because my parents paid a lot of money to enter the school.

How did you know and prepare for Benderford?

I didn’t even know that I was in the best assassination squad on the continent.

Anyway, that friend is remembered because of his fairly good skills.

Frickson, who was unexpectedly attacked, opened his mouth as if to protest something.

But I couldn’t say anything.

Drooling! Dreuk!

It was because the men who were next to the athlete Chin all stood up.

“What? Are you dissatisfied? You commoner bastard.”

“Where are you going to tease your mouth when you should be grateful for letting me breathe?”

“A noble lineage and a sickle on the subject of a thousand things. I feel full of spirits.”

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Judging by their large size and considerable intimidation, they seemed to belong to the Simhwa class.

However, a voice full of ridicule came from behind the men.

“Leave it alone. Let’s watch what it’s doing.”

“Cheuk! Is that so?”

Four men cleared the way, but Frickson couldn’t move.

Because I couldn’t think of a way to beat them.

If you rush at it, you will only be beaten.

Frickson, who closed and opened his eyes tightly, tried to end the situation by ignoring his opponent.

But they seemed unwilling to let go of their ensnared prey.

chuck! chuck!

“Seeing that he couldn’t even think of protesting after being beaten, it’s a sure thing.”

The owner of the fishy voice was Bizolt Railton.

The same guy who made a fuss in the stable during the entrance ceremony.

‘Auburn curly hair and a mean face. That’s him.’

He was a person who could cause a dispute by deliberately walking on his legs.

He’s a guy who acts with power even against the staff at the secretariat.

“What are you looking at? Do you guys want to look like this too?”

When Bizolt threatened, the students who had been giving Frickson a pitying glance dispersed in an instant.

It was because I didn’t know what kind of disaster I would get if I got caught by that hot-tempered aristocrat.

“I’ll just go, don’t argue anymore.”

“What? Whoever wants?”

Knock!

Looking back, Bizolt was stepping on Frixon’s instep.

However, Frickson seemed to have no intention of attacking at all, just gritting his teeth and stepping back.

It is also true that all students who entered through donations or recommended scholarship students had the goal of success.

To be selected by a high-ranking aristocrat, or to return home with a Benderford diploma and be recognized.

As a result, I tried to avoid creating a riot as much as possible.

If a problem arises, it is because only the person who does not have a background is at a disadvantage.

‘Unless it’s a very serious case, Bizolt won’t be hurt.’

Did I mention that the arms are bent inward?

Unless it’s a huge incident, you won’t be able to get rid of Railton’s successor.

In the end, it was obvious that only Frickson would be disadvantaged.

I’m in a similar position, so I didn’t care what was going on there.

But in the middle of the meal, the face of the 2nd prince caught my eye.

‘Smile?’

Franz watched the last action in the student cafeteria and smiled.

It seemed quite interesting to see Bizolt, under his command, treading lightly on the students who had entered the donation.

Of course, it was only for a moment, and I quickly erased my expression.

Turning their heads slightly, several students from high-ranking aristocratic families had similar attitudes to the second prince.

I could easily guess why they condone this eccentricity.

‘Because I was deprived of my natural right. It must be unpleasant.’

From the point of view of a high-ranking aristocrat, it would not make sense to eat with commoners and receive the same treatment.

Maybe that’s why, it seemed that he felt a subtle thrill at Bizolt’s power play.

Of course, I happily waited for the next course to be cooked.

I mean, I’m pretty nervous about this.

However, it was just at that moment when I was about to pick up the hors d’oeuvres.

puck! Fighting.

“ah…….”

Suddenly, bright red blood dripped onto the plate.

Naturally, my last borto became inedible.

I looked back, frowning, but the perpetrators of the atrocities didn’t care that I ruined my food.

They were just venting mad hostility towards each other.

“Huh! Do you think that a lowly fellow entered Vanderford opened the way to his career?

Bizolt lashed out at the students.

Of course, it was a vicious remark aimed at donation students and recommended scholarship students.

pop.

It was then that I felt the ties of reason being cut.

“My precious Borto…”

I jumped up from my seat and walked towards him.

I approached openly, but there was little sign.

Even in this situation, killing footsteps must be due to the instinct of an assassin.

“Well?”

As I got close behind him, one of the Takari, who had been boasting and creating a sense of incongruity, suddenly turned his head.

It seemed that he felt popular now.

But already my arms were swinging wildly.

puck-!

“Huh!”

A massive shock pierced his temple, and Bizolt plummeted to the floor.

Hitting it with the edge of the plate, the pain would have been considerable.

But then he looked back at me with glaring eyes.

Oh, this guy’s tough?

I’d like to taste the pal.

“What are you?”

To his question, I answered by showing the blood on the plate.

“The owner of this food.”

“What does that have to do with this situation?”

“It was bloody.”

“You’re just hitting me with something like that? Even if I’m out of my mind… Wait a minute, where do you think I saw this guy?”

Even in the midst of the confusion, Bizolt seemed to recognize me.

After all, I was the student who received the most eye prints from Professor Hort.

The princes are also paying attention, so how could they not know?

He looked me up and down and said.

“You seem to be the son of a country lord, but you’d better not challenge Railton’s authority.

Bizolt mistook me for coming from a local aristocratic family.

It was a natural decision, as a donation student would not be able to stand up to him.

However, it seemed that he had no intention of doing a big distance right away.

Apparently, the princes were watching with interest, so he seemed to be trying to avoid a needless collision.

Even now, Franz and Ellington were watching the situation here.

To Bizolt, I’m probably just an object that needs to be coaxed into.

‘I wouldn’t want to offend the princes.’

But where was the dispute, where could it be controlled at will?

I said, thrusting my fist deep into his face.

“The merchant’s family or a birin is me. This is this baby.”

Kwajik-!

“Cuck!”

After blowing Bizolt with one punch, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my hands.

I didn’t just set out to lead this damn dog class guy.

In the first place, he wasn’t even mad at what the merchant family was saying.

Of course, it was a bit big to ruin my precious Borto.

As a result, the reason I got into this fight was because of Frickson.

That guy’s father was a trader in Poven in the western part of the Empire.

He is also the owner of a very, very gigantic top.

‘It’s a big picture for the future.’

In order to find the ‘grave of the sword’ that Zimerman Budanju said, he needed a reliable helper.

The southernmost part of Railhash is the area adjacent to Felton’s territory.

It wouldn’t be easy to find survivors of Riverrun in such a place.

Poven’s giant trade prize would probably be of great help to me.

‘I have to make a relationship in advance so I can use it well later.’

Especially in such a dramatic situation, isn’t it a perfect opportunity to capture people’s hearts?

“Yes, yes, you bastard…!”

However, Bizolt, who had been knocked down by my iron fist, spewed curse words and stood up.

The boy strode towards me and growled.

“Pull out your sword. I will teach you how useless your talent is.”

Oh, please don’t put your ugly face on me.

I need an eye cleanse!