Assassin System in a Magical World

Honour Bound

“Filthy blood slut," was all the lesser Earl of Clodven had said. It wasn't a nice thing to say about anyone, and Raisd had heard much worse. This time though, it was directed at his betrothed.

To his credit, Raisd showed enormous restraint by only breaking the man's nose. The young lesser Earl and his friends didn't agree, and so now Raisd was in an honour bout.

“The first to ten wins the bout,” one of the hangers-on was intoning, "and may request an honour payment."

“I think I'll ask for one of Its fangs," the arrogant noble said.

Raisd paid him no mind. ‘Foppish, useless nobles think life is a silly game. This bout is probably the highlight of his week’. He knew the type well. The lesser Earl’s father, or grandfather, had been useful to the Empire once upon a time, but then they produced entitled, talentless wastes of flesh like this. The patriarch of the family has probably all but disowned him.

‘If I'd punched Shinra, he probably would have punched back and we'd be having a