Unlike a building, it would be hard to destroy and kill the magus inside of it. The tomb was a sprawling complex that had multiple entrances and exits. Most magi were beings of boundless arrogance, and fond of ostentatious displays. Assassin felt his respect toward his foe rise. It wasn’t advanced, if he set it off, it would merely alert the magus who had set it up, and nothing more. In spirit form, he was able to clearly see the bounded field set up by the exit. Allah only knew how amusing she would find it, and how he would be forced to listen to each and every one of her jokes. Assassin swore to never tell his contractor. One such opportunity being the usage of the enemies spy network.Ī tomb, out of all the places in Trifas, an enemy servant was most likely located in a tomb. This information was a boon however, there were few Heroic Spirits that could commune with animals, and his knowledge of this connection would allow for many opportunities in the war to come. Still with this new information, he resolved to move the child around the city more often. It had been the right decision to have the child cover her hands. Assassin thought back to all the doves the child had pointed out to him while they were searching for a place to stay. It paused for a moment, and craned its head toward the Belltower, before taking off. The fight or flight instinct taking control of it’s body so it would continue to survive. The natural response would’ve been to fly away as quickly as possible. It was a perfect arc, the stone tumbled through the air before impacting right next to the oblivious dove. He kicked the stone and watched it go over the edge. He waited for a minute before the wind picked up and the bell made a slight clang. He looked down at one of the buildings below, He saw another dove on a roof, walked further back into the belfry, and found a stone. It appeared to be just a normal dove.Ī dove that was perfectly content to eat, when a natural predator like a hawk was sitting right next to it.Īssassin felt a feeling of unease start to form in his stomach. There were no overt signs of Magical Nature. The dove continued eating, unaware of the bringer of death standing right behind it. His metal greaves not even making a sound. He focused on the dove and walked over to it.
If only he had spent more time training perhaps he wouldn’t have been such a failure. It helped that one of his successors had taken up the training of birds. The way the birds head moved was too robotic.
The hawk was obviously a familiar, likely made by a Servant Caster judging by the quality of it, but there were hints to its magical nature.
Still, his eyes drifted back to the dove. In life, he had evaded detection from far more scrutinizing gazes. He didn’t fear detection even if he hadn’t been using the Presence Concealment skill. Something that other servants had already taken notice of.Īssassin eyed the hawk positioned on the right corner of the belfry, and then looked to the left, and saw a dove eating seeds. The buildings weren’t the concrete monstrosities he had seen in Shinjuku, instead, the tallest building was the town's belltower, which offered the best vantage point in the city. It made finding his targets all the more easy. It didn’t resemble the cities of his homeland, but Hassan appreciated the archaic city all the more.
The roads were paved with cobblestones, and the buildings were built with brick & mortar. Hassan-I-Sabbah stared down at the city of Trifas from the belfry.
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