The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1419

Mekhi froze in place.

The moment his eyes met the man before him—tall, grim, and with white hair—his entire body trembled.

He had never known fear like this in all his years of combat.

Mekhi hadn't expected their mission's target to be him—the infamous Divine Drakebane.

A one-man war machine, Drakebane had carved through many nations.

He'd crushed the likes of Sakurania with his fists, trampled over Criele, Mecria, and Feprax with ease, and with one strike, silenced even the fortified powers of Tanqueria and Autreynia.

The world's most feared military forces—the Black Ocean Fleet, Autreynia's Panacea Armada, and the aerial Soarele Wing—had all bowed their heads before this legend.

What was he, a former lieutenant of the Shadowmaw Squad, in comparison? Just a speck of dust in a hurricane.

Even standing there, doing nothing, Robin's sheer presence alone suffocated every ounce of fight left in him.

Mekhi couldn't fathom what sort of madness had taken hold of Verda.

Just how delusional did someone have to be to challenge a man who made even world leaders tread carefully—just for the sake of some sleazy boyfriend?

Did the officials of Draconia really believe that power gave them the right to abandon dignity, loyalty, and order?

Would they seriously trade away honor for desire?

"Mekhi, what are you waiting for?" Verda barked. "Don't forget your duty!"

Mekhi slowly shook his head.

Clearly, this woman had lost not only her shame but also her sense of self-preservation—for what? A fling?

Power had truly twisted her into something pathetic.

He bowed deeply toward Robin and said, "Mr. Drakebane, I mean no disrespect to you or your wife. I swear it."

"All of you," he said coldly, sweeping his gaze over the Redwave Institute's security team, "get on your knees and apologize to Shirley. Then leave Draconia. Now. Otherwise," his voice dropped to a chill. "I'll have you buried behind the hill."

Mekhi's lips twitch, unsure of what to do.

Smack!

A sharp slap broke the silence—Robin had struck him down to his knees. "Execute him."

Before Mekhi could even process the words, a Veilthorn had sliced through his throat.

A Draconia foreign affairs officer shouted in protest, "Drakebane! Y-you may be powerful, but you can't harm foreign personnel like this! This could trigger international conflict!"

Robin let out a cold, disdainful laugh. "International dispute? Let those so-called big shots come and try me. These cowards showed up in my homeland, right on my doorstep, wielding blades at my wife—why aren't you calling that an act of aggression? Bootlickers like you? You're the ones who deserve to die. Do it."

Another Veilthorn stepped forward. The officer's head hit the ground a moment later.