Chapter 13: Genius Girl Little Pink Chicken.
Tucks turned in horror, completely unaware of how Flo had appeared behind him—like he’d teleported.
Even with his vast experience, Tucks had never seen such a technique.
Flo was an assassin; he shouldn’t be able to use magic.
While many assassin techniques involved sudden lunges, none could match Flo’s silent, instantaneous movement and precise tracking.
This was Flo’s only real trump card.
As a child, Flo had seen his butler use this technique while protecting him.
Flo’s eyes lit up.
“Damn, that’s so cool!”
“Wow! Flying Thunder God! Coach, I wanna learn this!”
Little Flo tugged at the butler’s hem, pleading.
“Young Master, you’re still too young…”
“No, I want this one!”
“But, Young Master, the Saintess hopes you’ll study theology, miracle magic, or time magic. And the Mistress would want you to focus on things she’s skilled in, like alchemy or magic circles. If you do this, I can’t explain it to them…”
“Please, Grandpa Butler… please~”
Flo shamelessly clung to the butler’s hem, whining.
“Just make it our little secret, okay? I won’t tell Mom or the others! I swear! Please, Grandpa Butler~”
“Sigh, what am I to do with you, Young Master?”
The butler shook his head helplessly, patted Flo’s head, and reluctantly agreed…
About that incident.
The butler’s signature technique wasn’t something he’d share lightly, but little Flo didn’t care.
He pestered the butler endlessly and finally got his wish.
Why? Because Flying Thunder God was just too cool!
Though, compared to the Flying Thunder God from Flo’s previous life, it was a lot weaker.
It could only mark a single target, which was a huge limitation.
And the fact that it could only be used once on the same target in a short time made it great for group battles but weak in one-on-one fights…
Flo: Pain, too much pain!
Back to the present, Tucks, with his wealth of experience, knew that losing focus in battle was a fatal mistake.
He quickly adjusted his mindset, raised his sword, and swung at Flo.
Flo’s reflexes were sharp.
He swung his twin blades with force.
The blades clashed with Tucks’ glowing knight sword, sparks flying.
Clang—
The knight’s sword was unstoppable, but Flo’s twin blades disrupted its trajectory.
Seizing the moment, Flo sidestepped the strike, then dashed behind Tucks with ferocious speed.
His blood-stained blades gleamed with starlight, piercing through Tucks’ armor in an instant.
With some unknown technique, the once-impenetrable armor gave way, the blade sinking into Tucks’ flesh and striking his spine.
Tucks winced in pain, his grip weakening.
Flo took advantage of the brief opening to knock the knight’s sword from his hand.
As Tucks tried to step forward, he felt a cold edge against his neck.
Even after defeating Tucks, Flo stayed vigilant, watching his every move.
On the other side, the battle was “blazing hot”—literally.
Star-like flames swirled around the pink-haired girl, her fiery sword aura felling wave after wave of knights.
Ifrora lowered her sword to her side, then drew it with a flourish.
The flames morphed into a majestic fire phoenix, roaring as if to devour all enemies, turning everything in its path into a sea of fire.
Flo: Seriously, sis, do you need to go that hard on small fry?
Young as she was, Ifrora was already a high-tier novice magic swordmaster, with her Divine Phoenix bloodline awakened to the third stage—a true genius.
Her strength spoke for itself.
Flo figured she could even take on a mid-tier intermediate opponent and win.
Who could blame her when the Divine Phoenix bloodline was just too overpowered?
Flo half-suspected Ifrora was the protagonist of some proud heroine novel.
Flo straightened up and shouted to the knights, whose morale was already crumbling, “Your Knight Commander’s in my hands, you know?”
Instantly, the knights gave up resistance.
Those who could flee did.
Flo and Ifrora’s ability to take on a crowd relied on capturing the leader first.
Luckily, Tucks was only a high-tier novice knight, same as Ifrora.
Flo, a mere beginner-tier apprentice assassin, was two full ranks below Tucks.
But with his tricky techniques, Tucks’ shaken mindset, Ifrora’s debuffs, and Tucks’ depleted stamina, catching him solo was a breeze for an assassin.
Who could blame them when Ifrora alone held off the entire group, and Tucks was dumb enough to flee on his own?
So, yeah, Flo got the MVP this round!
Ifrora? What did she do?
Didn’t Flo win by soloing Tucks? (:
That’s what Flo smugly thought to himself.
But reality? Heh, Flo didn’t care.
“The score so far is…”
Before Flo could finish, a sweet, melodic voice cut in.
“Pointy-Ears, 7,693 wins. The beautiful Miss Ifrora, 7,713 wins. 3,421 ties~”
Ifrora had somehow appeared nearby, chin raised, looking smug as ever.
“How do you walk without making a sound? And why does this count as your win?”
Flo glared at Ifrora, thoroughly annoyed.
“Oh? Does Pointy-Ears think catching a half-dead deserter is worth more than me holding off the entire Knight Order?”
“That’s just ridiculous, don’t you think, Pointy-Ears?”
“Damn it! No need to rub it in, Pink! Chick!”
Flo’s face “flushed” with anger.
“Pointy-Ears is getting mad? Pfft~”
“That’s just perfect~”
“You must be fuming inside, right? Tell you what—be my dog for a day to satisfy your weird fetish. How’s that for compensation?”
“You’re too much! And who’s got a weird fetish? You be my dog, you damned Pink Chick!”
“Pfft~ If that’s your wish, sure thing~”
Ifrora, utterly shameless, launched a bold verbal assault, leaving Flo stunned.
But at that moment, an untimely voice broke into their bickering.
“Hey! Enough flirting! Luring me in to finish me off, huh?”
“You’re still here? And for the record, she and I aren’t like that!”
Tucks was so exasperated he laughed.
Kids, when someone’s dumbfounded, they really do laugh…
Tucks glanced at his tightly bound body, grinding his teeth.
“Leave? Where am I supposed to go? Answer me!”
look in my eyes!