The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

The icy winds howled outside, but within the grand fortress of the Ice Continent, a heavy silence hung in the air.

Velzard carefully carried Milim in her arms, the once-ferocious Dragon Princess now unconscious, her power finally contained. Her face was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the destruction she had unleashed in her grief.

As soon as they arrived, Rain and Misery hurried to prepare a room. Velzard gently laid Milim on the bed, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face before stepping back.

"She needs rest," Velzard murmured.

Guy, standing by the doorway, crossed his arms. "She'll be fine. She's Milim, after all."

Despite his confident words, his expression was unreadable.

With nothing more to do, the three of them made their way to the balcony, overlooking the frozen landscape. They sat in silence for a while, each lost in thought. The events of the past days replayed in their minds, the sheer chaos of it all.

Finally, Ramiris broke the silence.

"I feel bad for her," she whispered, hugging her knees. "Her parents were killed. Her pet, Gaia, was killed. All at the same time. No wonder she lost it."

Velzard nodded, her expression unreadable. "Veldanava and Lucia… killed by humans. His favorite creation." A bitter edge entered her voice. "How ironic."

Guy exhaled, rubbing his temple. "And she evolved." His crimson eyes flickered as he recalled the sheer power Milim had displayed. "Damn, she got stronger."

That wasn't an exaggeration. Milim in her rage had reached a level none of them had anticipated.

But then—so had someone else.

Guy leaned back, his gaze sharp. "What surprised me the most was the Primordials."

Ramiris perked up. "Right? I mean, Noir, Blanc, Jaune, and Violet?"

Velzard frowned. "They're supposed to be in the Underworld."

Guy's fingers tapped against the table. "Who summoned them? And how are they so strong now?"

The Primordials were powerful, yes. But their strength this time was… abnormal. Beyond what they should have been capable of.

Velzard exhaled, then fixed her gaze on Guy. "…And then there's that unknown individual."

Guy's eyes narrowed.

Velzard continued, "That immense power…

Doesn't it remind you of the same energy that appeared when we were fighting Ivarage?"

Guy stiffened.

Ramiris blinked. "Wait, you mean when someone knocked Ivarage out with a single move?"

Velzard nodded. "Yes. That wasn't a coincidence."

The pieces were coming together.

That mysterious being had appeared twice now—both times, stepping in when things spiraled out of control. Both times, displaying an unfathomable level of strength.

Ramiris frowned. "You don't think the Primordials… work for him, do you?"

Silence.

It was a terrifying thought.

Guy exhaled sharply. "If that's true, then that means someone powerful enough to command the Primordials is walking around unchecked."

Velzard remained quiet, staring at the frozen horizon. She didn't understand it.

But she felt something.

Something strange.

Something unfamiliar.

She never blushed, but now she could feel warmth creeping onto her face.

She didn't even know who this individual was.

And yet…

"…Even Veldanava refused to tell us who it was," she muttered.

Ramiris's eyes widened. "You're right! Even he didn't say anything!"

Guy's expression darkened. "Which means whoever this is…"

Velzard's fingers tightened.

"…We're going to find out."

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The dim glow of the Ice Continent's ever-frozen sky cast a pale light through the crystalline windows of the grand fortress. Inside, a peaceful quiet had settled over the halls—until, at last, after days of deep slumber, Milim stirred.

Her eyelids fluttered, her sapphire-blue eyes blinking slowly as she adjusted to the light. She felt… heavy. As if her very existence had been weighed down by everything that had happened.

Her father, Veldanava.

Her mother, Lucia.

Her beloved pet dragon, Gaia.

All gone.

A lump formed in her throat as the memories came rushing back. The rage. The grief. The uncontrollable power surging through her veins.

She clenched her fists.

"Milim!"

A familiar voice made her turn.

Standing at the door, Velzard and Ramiris rushed in, relief evident on their faces.

"You're awake!" Ramiris cheered, flitting toward her with a bright smile—one that quickly turned to concern when she saw the look in Milim's eyes.

Velzard crossed her arms, her usual composed expression softening slightly. "You had us worried."

Milim sat up slowly, still feeling dazed. "…How long was I out?"

"Days." Velzard replied. "You needed the rest."

But Milim wasn't listening anymore. The pain in her chest was unbearable as the weight of her loss crashed down on her. Tears welled up in her eyes, her lips trembling as she struggled to hold it in.

And then—she broke.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking.

Velzard's eyes widened slightly, but before she could react, Ramiris had already moved, wrapping her tiny arms around Milim's head.

"There, there…" Ramiris whispered, trying her best to comfort her despite her small size.

Velzard sighed and sat beside Milim, placing a gentle hand on her back.

They didn't try to stop her from crying.

They just let her grieve.

Some time later, the dining hall was filled with the aroma of freshly prepared food. Rain and Misery had outdone themselves, presenting a feast worthy of a king. Plates piled high with roasted meats, fresh bread, exotic fruits, and decadent desserts covered the massive table.

Milim, as expected, had perked up the moment she saw food.

"WOOHOO!!" She dove in immediately, stuffing her face at an impressive speed.

Velzard sat elegantly at the table, eating at a refined pace, while Ramiris giggled at Milim's enthusiasm.

Guy Crimson, however, sat deep in thought. His crimson eyes flickered as he watched Milim, Velzard, and Ramiris interact.

This world is changing.

The balance of power had been shaken. Milim's rampage had proved just how fragile it all was.

His eternal game against Rudra demanded strategy, strength, and unshakable control.

And so, an idea formed.

A Council. A council of Demon Lords.

Raising his wine glass slightly, he spoke.

"I've been thinking…"

Velzard glanced at him. "That's dangerous."

Ramiris stifled a laugh.

Guy smirked. "If we really want to keep the world in check—and if I want to win my game against Rudra—I'll need strong members by my side."

Velzard set down her glass. "Where are you going with this?"

Guy leaned forward, his crimson gaze sharp.

"Let's form a Council. A Demon Lord Council."

The room fell silent.

Milim stopped eating mid-bite, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A Council?!"

Ramiris tilted her head. "I mean, I'm not a Demon Lord, but… sounds kinda cool."

Velzard, however, leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Not interested."

Guy smirked. "Didn't expect you to be."

Milim slammed her hands on the table, shaking the plates. "I WANNA JOIN!!"

Guy chuckled. "I figured you'd like it."

Ramiris shrugged. "I don't mind being part of it, even if I'm not a Demon Lord. Someone's gotta keep you guys in check."

Thus, the Demon Lord Council was born.

"Wait, wait, wait!!" Milim suddenly jumped onto the table, nearly knocking over a plate of roasted meat.

Guy raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"If we're gonna be a Council, we need TITLES!!" Milim declared, fists on her hips.

Guy tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You've got a point."

Milim grinned. "I WANT A COOL ONE!!"

Guy smirked, leaning back. "Then… how about Milim the Destroyer?"

Milim's eyes went wide.

Then—

"YAAAAAY! I LOVE IT!!" She cheered, doing a victory pose.

Guy then turned to Ramiris. "You, little fairy, will be Ramiris, the Spirit of the Labyrinth."

Ramiris gasped. "Ooooh, I like that!"

"And I," Guy declared, "will be Guy Crimson, the Lord of Darkness."

He leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face. "Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Milim nodded vigorously. "HECK YEAH!"

And just like that, the world had changed.

But unknown to them…

They were being watched.

From the depths of the shadows, Arion's spies observed, their presence undetectable even to the strongest among them.

Every word. Every movement. Every decision.

It was all being reported back to Arion.

A storm was brewing.

And the world was about to learn the true power behind the scenes.