The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1368

The two hideous women flew into a rage the moment Robin's words registered.

"You dare call us ugly, stupid pigs?" one shrieked. "In Netheris, our beauty is legendary!"

"You're dead!" the other snarled. "One more insult and we'll report you to Priestess Hacyon—you won't last the night!"

Robin wiped his hands with a damp cloth, then glanced at Arthur, whose gaze was still untouched by the world's corruption. He smirked. "Arthur, tell me—do these two hogs really pass for 'legendary beauties' in your empire?"

Arthur blinked at those dark, lumpy women, then mumbled, "I ... I don't know. But my father said faces like theirs are called ugly."

"You—!" The two women clenched their fists in anger at Arthur's words.

Robin snorted. "Denying you're pigs won't make it less true.

"The Dark Syndicate fed you this 'legendary beauty' nonsense, and you swallowed it whole?

"Go find a wild boar and compare faces. See if I'm wrong.

"You believe whatever filth they shovel at you.

"If those Dark Syndicate rats told you dung was dessert, would you start carrying it in your pockets for snacks?"

Arthur burst out laughing.

The women trembled, their blubber quaking with rage. "Y-you—just wait! Priestess Hacyon will hear of this!"

Robin jabbed a finger toward the door. "Get out.

"Unless you want a firsthand lesson in humiliation. Go."

The two dark, lumpy women fled, stumbling over each other hastily.

Robin watched them go, shaking his head.

In truth, they knew they were ugly.

But the Dark Syndicate had twisted beauty into ugliness and ugliness into beauty—and those idiots believed it.

Raised on the Dark Syndicate's lies, they'd choked down every delusion.

They believed in every word the Dark Syndicate said without question.

Even when they had doubts, they thought it was their own fault.

They ran because Robin had ripped open the doubt festering in their hearts.

Tonight, they'd probably stare at boar sketches, comparing snouts to their own faces.

And if they dared think deeper? Their entire world would shatter after realizing they once believed in those lies.

Beauty is beauty, and ugliness is ugliness.

No amount of cult brainwashing could warp that truth.

A lie could stand for a thousand years—but when dawn finally came, the light would burn it all away.

Arthur's laughter faded. A shadow crossed his face.

"Mr. Ramsey, provoking them was dangerous.

"My father warned me—people like them don't fight fair. They'll use every dirty trick to destroy you.

"With the Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris starting at dawn, they'll turn the other elites against you."

Robin ruffled Arthur's hair. "Relax.

"Those so-called Four Warlords of Netheris Domain—Gabriel, Tiago, Jessiah, and Isabella? They're nothing to me.

"Just watch. The world isn't what your eyes show you. Truth is what your gut knows."

Arthur nodded slowly. "My father said that too."

After a pause, his usual cheer returned.

"Mr. Ramsey, this year's Martial Arts Tournament has the strongest fighters in decades.

"For many years, martial arts here had been dying out.

"The Netheris Syndicate got orders from the High Pontiff to breed new elites for the Netheris Domain. They were to serve the syndicate.

"Over the past decade or so, the Netheris Syndicate have poured everything into training monsters—like the Four Warlords who once ruled this realm.

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