The masked figures silently lurked in the shadows as they chased after their prey. No one dared to speak about the order nor they tried to do so until one of them asked with hesitation.
" Lord, why are we chasing after them? Shouldn't these negotiations help others?"
He was a young child who had yet to be trained, so the leader didn't think too much because, unlike other squad leaders, he was kind to his subordinates even if they were assassins.
Asking such questions would result in execution in a normal case but he didn't care about it.
" Because we are the daggers of the king. We don't ask, we just obey. Do you think snakes would become obedient after getting a nest? It would look for a new food."
His cold tone splashed cold water on his face as the young assassin understood his meaning. Roma and Byzantine were two giants in their continents, so they were bound to fight for hegemony.
However, once they stop that war, the resources would be needed to tend their wounds and such resources wouldn't just be domestic market. Human greed was unlimited and nobles desired more and more, hence, another war would be born soon enough.
" The hungry big snake will turn its jaw toward the weak and short snakes to feast on. That is how life works."
The leader's profound words made him go silent as he pondered where was the right choice. Perhaps he was right in kind of sense since Byzantine wasn't just a peaceful country.
They would constantly fight other countries to expand their influence and loot something valuable like mines or resources. The idea of them being warlike wasn't far from the truth. Moreover, Roma wasn't a pushover, so they definitely would demand the contents of the contract. Therefore Byzantine Empire would have to follow its words, creating peace until they broke off their contract.
Until then the southern countries would suffer under their attacks since northern countries were bigger and stronger military-wise. South had a vast amount of merchants and culture, making their economy robust, unlike any other region while the North had to rely on their military and mines.
However, that doesn't mean the South was weak. The Middle East had some of the best warriors on the planet and they had superior technology of castle siege.
" The problem is that we don't get along in the end. You know how we battle each other constantly because of little things."
The leader scoffed at the memory of killing nobles because of something trivial. It was something that happened often in high-ranking people. They would hire someone to get rid of their enemies and wash their hands away with their stuff.
The assassins fell into silence before one of them pointed at the bright light in the distance. The leader crouched down on the ground while whistling something to call his falcon from the sky.
The falcon perfectly landed on his hand as he put the piece of paper inside its leg. Then he let it fly up as he pulled his dagger out.
" Remember there are 50 people in their group. We aren't enough to kill them but we can slow them. Encircle from the sides and kill their horses. Run constantly to avoid them."
He gave out his command while putting on his mask to blend in the dark. His eyes were solely focused on Hasan who was sitting in the middle. The position of Hasan and experience of his were well known to him, thus, he didn't bother going out to a kill instead he looked for a target that could create chaos among them.
" I am sorry."
He muttered in a low tone, looking at the sole woman in the camp. It was obvious that she was talented and well-regarded among the people by her looks and paladins were talking to her like she was their equal.
The silver reflection of the dagger shone under the moonlight, going for the life of the unsuspected. The eerie whistling of death, followed by a trail of scarlet hit its destination as the scream ensued.
The young man cried out with pain, trying the reach for his lover before it got too late.