Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

He remembered the clothing of these guys very well. At some point in the past, they were a force to be feared within the Kingdom and protected the previous King. They were known to all as 'The Royal Executioners', but after the previous King's fall and Sariel II's rise as King, the group disappeared.

At the time, they were a group feared even by him, as they were cold-blooded killers who dealt with any traitor or malicious person who wanted to oppose Sariel I, the former King, or his family.

Despite all that and the fact that they were feared in the Kingdom, after the fall of Sariel I, the group disappeared, and many of them were killed; Ronan himself witnessed it and participated in some of the missions to kill them.

Even so, once Ronan heard a rumor.

According to rumor, the Royal Executioners were now part of Nithim Twice, which prompted him to join that curious organization. He wanted to find out if the rumors were true, but after joining and spending numerous months in their ranks, taking advantage of one side and the other to increase his wealth and status, he found that the organization was stranger than he thought.

They were not stupid, and their leaders were hidden behind strange veils that he could not see or uncover. This frustrated him, as he could not find anything he had set out to find, although he discovered many things and enormously increased his wealth and status.

This was the first time he had discovered something so amazing within Nithim Twice. While he knew they were powerful and had powerful sorcerers among their ranks, he did not expect the rumors that made him join them to be true.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But this was naturally an enormous pressure on his shoulders, so much so that, for a moment, it made him lose sight of his goal.

While he was lost in his own demons, a woman's voice echoed from the surroundings.

"Ronan Grimwell, since you betrayed the organization, sold privileged information, and even stole one of our treasures, the organization declares that you have been sentenced to a prompt death." Her words were simple, and her tone of voice was not too effective for intimidation, but it still made Ronan tremble.

He looked up sharply, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. He didn't recognize it, but somehow, he thought he knew who it was.

Once, he heard it when he visited one of the organization's small bases.

'The Great Leader!' He thought, in shock.

Klaus, standing next to him, frowned. 'If it weren't for the vibrations in her voice, I wouldn't recognize her. But this is an amazing way to change the voice.' He thought.

The voice was coming from Sua Vinanne, naturally, but it sounded very different from her.

And when everyone heard this voice, Carion and the others who came with him were amazed. They even wanted to kneel down because they recognized her, but in the end, they did not.

As Sua's words came to an end, a couple of Nithim people moved from the sides and attacked several of those present, killing them with one blow. The Nithim in their hands glowed, along with the blood being sprayed across the floor.

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"It's Nithim!"

"They really have Nithim!"

"Attack, kill as many as you can!"

The various disorganized cries echoed among the large group being attacked. Numerous sorcerers rushed at those now on the field, trying to kill them, but in the same manner, the members of Nithim Twice began their attack.

Klaus nodded. This time, he was to praise Sua's way of working in this situation.

'They are strategically ordered so that it becomes impossible to escape. In addition, they have concentrated much of their forces in the rear to prevent Ronan's retreat. They are perfectly coordinated as well, amazing.' He smiled and looked to his side.

Ronan was still in a daze, so Klaus covered his face completely and patted him on the shoulder.

"If you don't lead them, we're doomed, you know?" He said, bringing Ronan finally back to his senses.

He stared at Klaus for a moment before shaking his head.

"...We may already be." He whispered.

Klaus smiled. "What makes you think that? Are those people dangerous?" He asked.

"Yes." His answer was immediate. "More than dangerous. I never thought they were actually with them; if I knew that, I wouldn't have chosen this path." He revealed.

His words surprised Klaus. 'The source of information I need is here. Come on, give me more information.' He smiled internally and spoke externally.

"Who exactly are they? You are quite powerful, and so am I. Mr. Leferum can support us from behind; I think we can take care of them. Though they would be a problem if they were Cursed Class Sorcerers."

Ronan laughed derisively after hearing this. "That's the problem. They are Cursed Class, every single one of them. They are trained specifically to assassinate. The name they go by is The Royal Executioners."

'Royal Executioners... Royalty. As I suspected, if they are in Nithim Twice, perhaps it is a conflict of interest for the crown.' Klaus smiled and looked at Ronan.

When he was crestfallen, it was easy enough to get information from him.

Klaus didn't want to appear confident, so he had to remain silent for several minutes, and Ronan spoke before him.

"...It would be different if we were in my territory, but being so far away, I can't do anything against these damn bastards." He gritted his teeth hard, feeling frustrated and angry.

Though regret hit him lightly, he was also struck by anger and not wanting to give up. Still, he knew they had Nithim, too.

'There is no way to beat the Royal Executioners when they use Nithim...' Were his thoughts that made him tremble again.

Just then, Leferum, who was trying to lead the others, jumped towards them. "What the fuck are you guys doing? Why aren't you moving? The Royal Executioners are back; if we don't do something, we're dead!" he growled, deeply angry.

Klaus looked at him and sighed.

"Sorcerers of Cursed Class, there are more than 7 of them, each with Nithim in their hands, plus powerful companions with different abilities. Moreover, they were trained specifically for assassination, the probability of victory is below 1%, no matter if we move or not, we will fail."

"What do you intend for us to do then?" Leferum asked. His tone of voice sounded angry, but it was normal. If he came here, it was to try to think of a way to run away, not to have one of the two bring him down like that.

But the reality was that he already knew that. The probability of victory in this situation was nil, straight up.

But Klaus smiled.

"Run away."

"Run away?"

"Run away?"

Two voices sounded on both sides of Klaus' body. One is from Leferum, and the other is from Ronan.

Flee before the Royal Executioners? God, that was the stupidest decision, but somehow, Ronan felt he wasn't saying it for nonsense.

"You have a way?" He asked quickly, making Klaus smile.

"I can only save one with me. Though honestly, I can run away alone, but after all, there are things I want, so I need to save one who can grant me what I need."

Leferum and Ronan looked at him in shock. 'This bastard...' They thought but didn't dare move.

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