I Am The Only Witch Hunter

Siderius reached the docks and soon he found a warehouse with a lot of people in it. It was the dock shipment in Thane's memory. Here, Siderius could find out more about the Shadow Blade.

This place was called the House of Ale. Originally, it was the place to accept and deliver ale shipments. However, after a while, it became available to all types of goods.

Siderius intended to find the handler in Thane's memory and started from there. But he found something even better.

A particular man amongst the workers of the docks. A tall slender man with a very familiar pair of eyes.

Siderius approached the group of workers.

"What do you want?" A worker said.

Siderius didn't pay him no mind. Instead, he focused on his target.

The hunter tilted his head slightly and stared at the hand of the man. There was a scar on it. A scar because of a knife.

That was all he needed to know.

"What? Do you like men or something? Why stare at me like that?" The tall man said.

Siderius smirked. "Haven't seen you for a while."

"You know me?"

"Of course. Let me refresh your memory for a bit.

We last met… In Mucktown. That place is called Rivertown now. You ran away from me thanks to a smoke bomb and then you jumped into the river to escape.

Remember that?"

Silence took over the atmosphere. All the workers slowly backed away. They knew that something was about to go down.

The assassin looked at Siderius. He couldn't believe in his eyes. The kid that day was taller, bigger, and wearing a full suit of armor.

"How did you know it was me?" The assassin said.

"You didn't cover your eyes back then. And that scar on your hand is unmistakable." Siderius said.

The assassin clenched his right hand. It was shaking and still hadn't entirely recovered.

"You are wrong to come here, Snow. You will die here."

"I won't be so sure about that… ASSASSIN!"

"You know. I am not the one who killed your mother. I was only tasked with killing Amy."

"I thought the same. But don't worry, you still have uses for me. With you, I will be able to trace the Shadow Blade."

The assassin's pupils dilated. "You know much more than I give you credit for. But this is the end.

Get him!"

All the 'ordinary workers' ran away while the undercover workers took out serrated knives and charged at Siderius.

It was the same style of dagger that Siderius took from the assassin long ago.

Siderius simply smiled and grabbed his sword. "You won't be able to escape this time. Assassin…"

Siderius flipped the fireswitch over. He spun and pulled out his sword at the same time. A fan of orange flame painted the air.

All the other workers were pushed back with one move. The assassin turned his back and ran away.

Once again, he felt the power of <VERTIGO>. However, it was more than simple dizziness like a few months ago. This time the sensation felt like the sky and earth were flipped over. His stomach churned as he vomited out everything inside.

Siderius grabbed his head from behind and placed the burning blade on his shoulder. The heat burned through his clothes and into his skin.

The assassin screamed out in pain.

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

"Shush." Siderius lifted the blade up. "Tell me what I need to know and I shall show you mercy."

"You… You have awakened, wicca?"

Siderius' smile widened. "Is this a yes or…"

He placed the blade down, letting the flame burn into the assassin again.

"I talk! I talk! Please stop!"

"Wise. What is your name, assassin?"

"Ted. Teddy! People call me Teddy!"

"Where is your handler, Teddy?"

The assassin bit down on his lips as he shook his head repeatedly.

Siderius raised an eyebrow. "You wish for death?"

"Kill me then! I can't tell you about our handler! If I tell you, they will hurt my family!"

"Oh? Very honorable. But I don't think that is your choice anymore."

Suddenly, more men rushed to the House of Ale. These weren't workers of the docks as their clothes were mixed. But they all held the serrated daggers similar to the assassin. They were all from the same organization.

Siderius knocked Teddy out cold with the pommel.

Then he came face to face with the horde of questionable assassins. These people didn't seem like trained assassins in his eyes.

They looked more like ordinary people that knew how to fight.

This trait alone told Siderius more about the nature of this organization.

"A type of mercenary, huh… It is fitting." Siderius mumbled.

"You will die here!"

An assassin rushed forward. Siderius stood still. When the assassin was within range, Siderius thrust the sword forward.

These assassins looked ordinary but they had skills. This assassin stepped aside and easily dodged Siderius' blow. He tried to close the distance but Siderius already redirected the sword to him.

The assassin dodged again. He extended the distance when he learned that Siderius was no easy target.

"Attack him together, boys!" The assassin yelled.

"Aye!" They answered.

"Hmmm. I really can't underestimate normal people. Your skill is actually respectable. I can kill you all with my sword.

But I don't have time for the dance."

Siderius sheathed his sword. He grabbed a clayball in his utility belt.

It was one of the two new projectiles that he had made. This one was called the Odor Bomb.

He didn't use a sling this time and simply threw the bomb at the assassins. The impact alone was enough to shatter the compartments inside, igniting the black powder.

A cloud of green smoke filled the air. The assassins immediately reacted in disgust. A few of them even vomited. They all scattered away from the location.

The smell was so vile that some of them couldn't even breathe.

When the cloud dissipated, Siderius disappeared along with Teddy.

"Shit!" An assassin shouted and threw his knife to the ground.

"Who is he?! How dare he come to the House of Ale?! Doesn't he know it is under our protection?"

"Is he a witch? That flaming blade is not ordinary."

"Shut the hell up! Clean this place up. I will contact the handler.

Remember, not a word to anyone about this until I come back!"