The Northern Sword God
Nevertari
I ran very fast, even very fast. But my footprints on the sandy soil did not leave any traces at all, let alone dust.
I quietly went inside the olive bushes, curled up deeply and cast a magic spell that made myself disguised, exactly like an olive bush. In my heart I laughed with satisfaction, it was too easy to trick all my pursuers, and then I returned to the headquarters where I came from, an organization of assassins most feared.
My name is Nevertari, I am the most dangerous Assassin of a secret organization called the Shadow Killer, the most prestigious secret organization in all of Greater Mesopotamia.
Although only thirteen years old (13 years old), but my existence with such a young age had made all the members of the Shadow Killer organization tremble. Everyone who heard the name Nevertari would tremble, crying out for the gathering as I began to take out the typical weapons of the assassins, it was Hidden Blade (the hidden knife) and started to play swinging the weapon like a death dance.
Even with my skills and abilities, I was told that I would become the Sacred Leader of this Shadow Killing Organization when I turned fifteen, because my magic as an Assassin and also magic is the strongest among all the assassins in the region.
Oh right, I forgot to tell you, that I am a little teenage girl, the descendant of the human race and the Marid race, the strongest race among the five otherworldly Spirit race.
Spirit beings such as Imp, Foliot, Jin and Afrit, Pharaoh's pet King of Sumer and Assyria, none of them dared to openly attack and challenge me. They only dare to attack me when in large groups, and always in crowds, but will be blown away when the hidden blade has been in both hands.
Of course, as a descendant of the Marid spirit and the Human race, I was a murderous monster that the Kings of Mesopotamia used most often, to kill and take down their opponents.
I am currently being pursued by the Sumerian Royal Army and the Pharaohs of Egypt. My organization has long been targeted by them, especially me because it is now Babylon who hired the services of our organization, to disrupt the peace of their cities.
After I poisoned the cities of those two regions, Pharaoh and King Sumer ordered the beheading, and sent all his troops to kill me in the highest reward ever.
Of course I take lightly and trivially all the astrologers, the Magi and all the physical knights of battle throughout Mesopotamia, for I am not afraid of the wiggling of the amateurish masters of the two lands. I am the strongest Assassin who understands magic in all of Mesopotamia, all those experts are meaningless before me the Legend.
But on one dangerous mission in Egypt, I made the mistake of entering a test site for various dangerous diseases. I too regard the physical limitations of man as a mortal being,
To the extent that I only laughed presumptuously when the scientist threw a bottle full of clear liquid, at me. (i.e., he was not a scientist, he was just a trickster shaman). He then cursed me with curses and vows in the name of the most deadly disease he has ever learned (perhaps a biological weapon today).
I chuckled as the bottle exploded and caused an insignificant vapor, which seemed to have no effect on my body and I considered the steam harmless.
Then I mutilated the weak Egyptian scientist, and set fire to the building where the trials of various diseases were financed by the Egyptian State and again hid complacently in the headquarters of our Shadow Killing Organization.
I do not know what happened after, which must have been two days after my return from the Pharaoh's Country, I fell ill. Not only did I fall ill myself, but the entire large building of the Shadow Killing Organization all fell into the cold, a most dangerous infectious pestilence.
No more than four days later, one after another members of our Shadow Killing Organization died from the plague of an unknown disease. I myself was killed after trying to survive relying on the strongest magic power, as a descendant of the spirit beast Marid.
Yet my physique as a human descendant gave up on defeat, which finally left me dead after eight days of trying to survive the tribulation. I continued to fall asleep somewhere, in a world far away and other than my former world. Never before has a witch or Magi dared to wake me up from my sleep, to make a contract with me.
Only powerful soul-powered witches or Magus-magus with the highest competence recommended by the Magi union will be able to control me - and deserve me to be my Master.
Yep.. As a descendant of the strongest Marid and Assassin spirits that ever existed in Mesopotamia, I was one of the strongest spirits Servants could make, among the many spirits that existed, because I am an Assassin Legend in Mesopotamia.
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Sima Yong turned towards the pentagram, when he had finished performing the summoning ritual in his bedroom. In the middle of the pentagram he made according to the instructions from the book he brought from the room..
"There's nothing wrong with that star drawing technique, there's no loophole even all the magecraft I'm wearing are the strongest to prevent the strongest Hero Spirit I summoned" he was very dissatisfied with the shadow of the Spirit that had just appeared in the middle of that pentagram. It was just the shadow of a weak-looking little boy.
"Wait a minute !" sima Yong shouted at the figure of the little girl who was still standing in the middle of the pentagram, showing off her big eyes, looking to try to mutter reciting a contract with Magus.
"There's something wrong... I didn't call the children to accompany me in the Holy War"
"Say who are you? What kind of spirit are you?" Sima Yong stared in horror at the little girl.
Although she was a powerful magician and martial expert, Sima Yong was unwilling to employ the spirit of children to be his Servant or his attendant. Even though he was only a spirit.
The little boy yawned lazily. The bracelets on his hands and feet made a tinkling sound every time he moved, closing his mouth as he yawned. The answer..
"I am the powerful Assassin spirit you summoned. The task that I will complete is the Holy War of the Dragon Relic, right?
Let's both agree to this contract, then I'll leave this world, after my duty in the holy war is done"
Back the clinking sound of bracelets on his feet and hands rang, as if to give a sign of where the little boy was. Meanwhile Sima Yong grew increasingly silent in a stiff...
Right now, our young man is getting more and more horrified, he called out a powerful assassin according to his soul force, he said, not a little girl's spirit wearing strange jewelry with such a painful ear sound.
His words slowly tried to cover his gel, but his voice still sounded somewhat disdainful throughout the room..
"Look, even your appearance is so strange for the present condition. Where would an Assassin be dressed in striking colors, wearing jewelry that made a nonstop noise?
I'm sure, when later you carry out your duties as an assassin, just two steps away, your target already knows where you are, then go all the way, hiding in the most difficult places...
I thought.. shouldn't you go back to your realm again? I can summon other powerful assassin spirits"
Sima Yong tried to speak as decently as possible, so as not to inflict hurt on the feeling of the spirit before him. He knew that although the creature before him was only a child, the spirit was an old figure,
Perhaps the old spirit had lived thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. Of course, the creature can become angry and offended like other living things.
Instead the heroic spirit thought otherwise...
"I think I look pretty and trendy, don't I? Why would that strange, magical-haired man say I look inappropriate?" he secretly began to get angry.
Then she felt her hair in the high pigtails, which let her black hair fall apart along her back. Not to mention the large earrings made of pure gold as well as bracelets on the hands and feet... His feet were not wearing anything, not even sandals, showing his feet are exotic brownish like the color of honey.
The girl really thought she had looked like a noble princess. But the odd-faced but handsome man, with his strange hair, blatantly denounced him, saying his appearance was too conspicuous. The little girl's spirit grew increasingly dissolved in offense.
Then in wonder he asked back, pretending to be sympathetic..
"Isn't my appearance beautiful? Do you know the Magus of the human race...
To be able to wear a shirt with this fine Chiffon cloth, I had to be willing to kill one of the queens in the Sumerian Country, then rob these expensive cloth scrolls, he said, then kneel and beg for this dress to be designed by the most expensive tailor in Mesopotamia? You stupid petty magus who doesn't know fashion" fiercely reproached the boy. The next...
"Why do I still look like a kid anyway? Precisely my childish appearance often outwits my targets.
Then when they lost their vigilance, I silently stabbed their hearts, even if I had time I would mutilate them in small pieces, and I distributed them to the ravens.
Have you ever heard that the strongest spirit comes from the spirit of Marid?
Duahul, when I was alive, I was half Marid's and half human" the girl's nose grew as she prided herself on Marid's descent. The next..
"And of course as Marid's teacher, I live in the best spirit world, the world that is only in the most powerful spirit beings. Want to try me?
You can get close to this pentagram if you want to feel my power!" the girl's eyes suddenly changed. What he had originally looked innocent and innocent like a child, had now turned vile and cruel.
The room was quiet then. Sima Yong knew that sometimes the most dangerous assassins came from groups that looked weak like girls before him. "Alright" Sima Yong thought..
"Maybe I will try to make this child a servant spirit"
Sima Yong while weighing, when the spirit of the little boy was secretly trying to get out of the pentagram, his hand had been holding the hidden blade. He tried to damage the pentagram image, so that the action was slowly the candlelight at the end of each corner of the pentagram began to dim. The creature began to show curved lips a sign of pleasure.
Suddenly a dazzling light shot out from the young man's index finger, hurtling rapidly through the pentagram barrier space containing the spirit of the little boy, and then began to burn the child-forging spirit.
The sounds of howling and wailing were heard breaking the silence, causing a sense of shudder. The boy was seen dancing like an invisible fire-burning person. He, his figure looks start to fade...
Five breaths passed, the little girl shouted,
"I give up ! I will obey you as a master ! Get out your contract immediately and we'll finish the Holy War of the Dragon Relic"
The young man, the Magus stopped the attack from his index finger and the little girl let out a soft grievance.
"We'll start a contract with you telling me what your name is.
One thing you must remember, I am not a low rank Magus as you think. I am the Magus of the group that has high power among the Magi.
Just one thing your disobedience with this master of yours, then I will burn you so that you will disappear forever. Not in this world or in the spirit world you come from... "
"Nevertari. I'm Nevertari. I am the strongest Assassin that ever existed in the Mesopotamian Region tens of thousands of years ago. I am a legend" replied the little girl...
Additional notes :
There are five main categories for spirits or spirits. Start weakest to strongest
Imp
Folliots
Jinnee
Arfits
Marid
(source of wikipedia)
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