The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

Phobio walked through the dense trees of the Jura Forest, his fists clenched in frustration.

Even after days had passed, the humiliation still burned in his chest. Milim had crushed him—effortlessly, without even acknowledging him as a threat.

The mere thought of it made his blood boil.

He had been sent to Tempest as Carrion's envoy, yet he had returned as nothing more than a fool, beaten and disgraced in front of everyone.

"Damn it…" he muttered under his breath, kicking a rock out of his way. "I swear, I'll get stronger… I'll make her pay for this!"

His pride demanded it. He couldn't just let this go.

As he continued his journey back toward Eurazania, his senses suddenly tingled.

A presence. No—two.

Before he could react, laughter echoed through the trees—sickly sweet and filled with malice.

"Oh my, what an amusing little speech~."

Phobio spun around, eyes narrowing, as two figures emerged from the shadows of the forest.

One was short and round, his body bouncing slightly with every step, a twisted grin plastered across his face—Footman, the Angry Pierrot.

The other was tall and elegant, her long purple hair cascading like silk, her pale face adorned with a deceptively sweet smile—Tear, the Teardrop of Sorrow.

Phobio instantly felt uneasy.

And now… they were smiling at him.

"What do you want?" Phobio growled, his instincts screaming that this was trouble.

Tear tilted her head, giggling. "Oh, don't be so hostile~. We simply overheard your little… self-monologue. Such passion! Such determination!"

Footman clapped his hands together. "Yes, yes! Such a poor, wounded little warrior! How tragic~."

Phobio scowled. "Quit messing around. I don't have time for this."

Footman's grin widened. "Oh? But you want revenge against Milim, don't you?"

Phobio flinched but said nothing.

Tear stepped closer, her voice soft and dangerous. "That kind of desire… it calls for power. Power beyond what you currently have."

Phobio's breath hitched.

Power.

That was exactly what he needed.

But… from them?

He hesitated, his pride clashing with his desperation.

Tear smirked, seeing his internal struggle. "There is a way, you know. A way to gain strength beyond your wildest imagination."

Footman leaned in, his voice dripping with temptation.

"Charybdis."

Phobio stiffened.

"That monster is still sealed away… but not forever."

Tear circled around him, her voice almost hypnotic. "If you were to merge with Charybdis… you would become something more. Something greater. Milim wouldn't stand a chance."

Phobio's heartbeat quickened.

The idea sounded insane.

Charybdis was a calamity-level monster. Even Carrion wouldn't dare tamper with it.

But…

What if I could control it?

The thought slithered into his mind like a venomous whisper.

If he had that kind of power, he wouldn't have to bow to anyone—not Milim, not even Carrion.

His hesitation wavered.

"Where is it?"

Footman and Tear grinned.

Tear gestured deeper into the forest. "Come, dear Phobio. Let us show you the way."

And like a moth drawn to the flame, Phobio followed them into the dark.

The cave was ancient and foreboding, its entrance gaping like the maw of a beast.

Phobio stood before the pulsating blue seal, the energy radiating from it sending chills down his spine.

Behind him, Footman and Tear giggled, their eyes gleaming with amusement.

Tear clasped her hands together. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun~."

Footman chuckled darkly. "I can't wait to see how this turns out."

Phobio stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the glowing barrier.

Then, a voice whispered in his mind.

Deep. Ancient. Hungry.

"Power… You seek power…?"

A shiver ran down his spine.

He should have turned back.

He should have run.

But instead, he stepped forward.

And with that…

His fate was sealed.

The sun shone brightly over Tempest, casting a warm glow over the lively streets. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly grilled skewers and sweet pastries, mixing with the chatter of merchants and adventurers alike. The town was alive, a perfect day for a leisurely stroll.

Dressed in elegant silk kimonos, my lovers and I made our way through the streets, drawing attention from all around. Velzard's icy-blue kimono shimmered like frost under the sunlight, Testarossa's deep crimson silk exuded an air of regal dominance, Ultima's violet robe carried an alluring yet mischievous aura, while Carrera's black and gold attire radiated an unshakable sense of power.

As for myself, my dark yet refined kimono perfectly balanced their beauty, making us stand out even more.

All eyes were on us.

I could hear the whispers around us.

"Who are they?"

"They must be high nobles… or royalty?"

"They look so elegant, yet so powerful…"

I smirked at their reactions but paid them no mind.

As we continued walking, I suddenly sensed a powerful presence nearby.

Rimuru… and someone else.

I narrowed my eyes slightly. The second presence was powerful, raw, and untamed, like an ancient beast.

I didn't have to guess who it was.

Milim Nava.

The girl known as one of the strongest Demon Lords and Veldanava daughter.

She was talking to Rimuru with a carefree and animated expression, her sky-blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Rimuru! Rimuru! Let's go eat more food!" she demanded, clinging onto his arm.

Rimuru let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. "Milim, you already ate more than enough. How do you even fit all that in your stomach?"

Milim huffed. "Hmph! A warrior needs her energy! It's only natural!"

I couldn't help but chuckle. For someone with so much power, she certainly had a childish side.

Deciding to make things more interesting, I led my lovers toward them. As we approached, Rimuru noticed us and tensed slightly. He was still unsure of our full intentions in Tempest, but he remained composed.

Milim, however, immediately perked up upon seeing us.

"Oh? Who are you?" she asked, tilting her head. "You feel kinda strong!"

I smirked. "Just a traveler enjoying my stay in Tempest."

Milim squinted at me for a moment, clearly intrigued. "Hmm… You don't feel like a normal traveler."

Rimuru took the moment to speak. "Milim, they are my guests. He and his lovers have been staying in Tempest for a while now."

Milim glanced at my lovers before turning back to me. "You look strong. Let's fight!"

Rimuru immediately waved his hands in panic. "No, no, no! Milim, stop challenging people to fights out of nowhere!"

Velzard chuckled beside me. "Still as impulsive as ever, aren't you, Milim?"

Milim huffed. "What's wrong with wanting to test someone's strength?"

I smirked. "Maybe another time. I'd rather not level Tempest just for a friendly match."

Milim crossed her arms, pouting. "Tch. Fine. But don't think you can escape forever!"

Rimuru let out a sigh of relief before turning toward me again. "So, enjoying Tempest so far?"

I chuckled. "It's been… entertaining."

Milim suddenly grabbed Rimuru's arm again. "Alright! Enough talking! Let's go eat more food!"

Rimuru groaned. "Milim…"

Testarossa smirked. "She's quite lively, isn't she?"

I nodded, watching Rimuru get dragged away by Milim's boundless energy. "Yes. But that's what makes her interesting."

As they walked off, I turned to my lovers. "Shall we continue our stroll?"

With that, we resumed our walk, leaving behind the amusing sight of Rimuru struggling to handle the unstoppable force that was Milim Nava.