Skyrim System In Westeros

Wright placed his sword against the assassin's neck.

"Still not willing to reveal the employer's information?"

The assassin stared at the Dark Sisters, maintaining a strong mental fortitude, not revealing the slightest hint of panic.

Wright slowly began to gather his magical power, and the blade of the Dark Sisters' sword began to heat up. It was on the verge of catching fire. The sword's edge emitted a sizzling sound as it pressed against the assassin's neck, releasing the smell of roasted meat.

"Start rowing the boat back to the island."

As the assassin began to row, Wright cast a Soul Trap on him.

This spell was originally meant to be used on enemies, where upon their death, their soul would be collected by the caster. However, in this world, there were no Soul Stones, so the soul would quickly dissipate after being captured. But, as long as the target was not dead, the caster could still feel a pull on the soul.

Wright lightly tugged on the assassin's soul with his magic. The assassin immediately felt like he was sleepwalking, his consciousness drilling upwards, as if trying to leave his body. Sweat poured from him, and his limbs turned cold.

"An assassin who is still alive is a good assassin, able to continue serving the God of Many Faces. Let me ask you something else."

The assassin nodded. The disparity in their strength was overwhelming, and he had given up on struggling. As long as the questions didn't involve his faith, he was willing to answer.

"First question: There aren't many people in this world with magical talent. How does your organization find so many of them?"

The assassin thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. I'm the son of a slave. When I was very young, I was brought into the organization by an assassin from the House of Black and White."

"How many assassins are there in your organization?"

"I don't know. Only the priests are aware of that."

"How long will the pursuit of me continue?"

"I don't know either. Some missions are handled by our assassins; we go after the targets ourselves. Others are given by the priests, and they arrange the personnel."

Wright became frustrated. "I ask you three questions, and you don't know anything. What use are you to me?"

"My lord, the House of Black and White is a tightly-knit organization that has existed for over a thousand years. I'm just an assassin. I only know about assassins. You should go find a priest to ask."

Wright thought for a moment and agreed. "So, where are the priests?"

"They were previously in the sanctuary on the third underground level. Among those who ambushed you, there was one priest, but she was killed by us."

Wright increased the force with which he tugged on the assassin's soul.

"You'd better speak the truth. The House of Black and White is your headquarters, don't tell me there's only one priest here!"

"Ah~~~" The assassin collapsed onto the boat, his eyes vacant.

The soul's tugging caused the assassin immense pain. They had undergone brutal and specialized training, all focused on physical endurance. They had no family, their beliefs were unshakable, and no matter the torture, they would never betray their organization.

But when it came to matters of the soul, they considered it a miracle. And this miracle was being used against them by a mage. The experience of having one's soul manipulated was worse than death itself. He never wanted to experience that feeling again.

As Wright casually manipulated his soul, the assassin's fear of him grew from caution to sheer terror.

"There are six priests in the headquarters. They take turns traveling across the Essos continent, looking for suitable assassin apprentices or accepting assassination tasks."

The assassin struggled to sit up, rowing the boat again.

"My lord, when you broke into the third-level sanctuary, only one priest was present. Three were traveling, and two were in other parts of Braavos. They will return tonight."

Seeing that the assassin was cooperating, Wright continued his questioning. "How many secret exits are there in your underground caves?"

"I don't know. The House of Black and White's entire island is made of rock, and throughout the generations, assassins have dug their own secret passages when they had the time. The one I used to come out of the water today was dug by my mentor."

"You don't know again!" Wright tugged on his soul once more.

"Please, my lord, don't torture me! I really don't know. Other assassins might have shared their passages with their apprentices, or they might have told others upon dying, or perhaps someone else discovered them."

Wright and the assassin returned to the island. The water beneath had already been sealed by Wright with ice, and they reentered through a large hole in the door that had been kicked open.

The black-and-white door was also one of the objects of veneration for the assassins. One side was made of Weirwood, the other of Ebony. It had existed for over a thousand years, but now, the door had been kicked open, leaving a large hole. The assassin was deeply saddened upon seeing it, and his faith began to crumble.

Upon arriving at the third-level sanctuary, the ice chairs were still radiating cold. Wright cast a fear spell on the assassin. Normally, it wouldn't have much effect on them, as assassins weren't easily frightened and could quickly resist with their willpower. But this assassin was clearly too weak to resist. He screamed and ran around the sanctuary in panic.

Wright sat in one of the ice chairs, closing his eyes to rest, waiting for the two priests to return.

"Magical reaction detected!"

Wright opened his eyes. The assassin had collapsed in a corner, crying and muttering repeatedly to himself, "I did not betray the will of the God of Many Faces! I did not sell out the organization! Ah\~\~"

The magical response, which had appeared in the hall on the first floor, immediately sped up and headed toward the third underground level, detecting that the place had been attacked.

Soon, a man appeared before Wright. He saw the other dead companions in the sanctuary and recognized Wright sitting in the ice chair. Without saying a word, he sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Wright.

He didn't initiate an attack, nor did he leave. Wright wasn't in a hurry — there was still one more who hadn't arrived. Once they did, they wouldn't be leaving.

After waiting a bit longer, a female priest also arrived. She sat cross-legged on the ground and glanced at the dead priest.

"Now we have three priests here. One has gone to meet the God of Death, but the two of us here can make a decision."

The male priest spoke as well: "Wright Baratheon, you are our target for assassination. After the failure of the assassination, you came here to kill. It's fair — every life is destined to end. Since the day we became assassins, we've represented the will of the God of Death. We harvest the lives of others and offer our own lives to him."

"I'm not interested in your god! You're just a bunch of slaves who learned a few magic tricks to run away," Wright replied.

Wright stood up.

"Will the House of Black and white continue to hunt me down?"

The male and female priests exchanged a glance and nodded. They had already learned of the situation here from other fleeing Priests and knew that today's matter had to be resolved.

The female priest pointed to a roster beneath an idol. "It will continue. Your name has been recorded on the assassination list. The one who took the contract to kill you is me, along with those assassins who have already gone to meet the God of Death."

She then closed her eyes, sitting cross-legged.

The male priest spoke: "According to our tradition, only three priests know about this, and all three of us are here. No other Priests or servants are allowed into this sanctuary."

He also closed his eyes.

Wright drew Dark Sisters and walked toward the two priests.

"I have always respected people with magical talent, whether they are young or old, whether their status is lowly or noble, because there are so few of us! You hold onto your faith, very well. This sword is called Dark Sisters. It was forged before the fall of the Valyrian Empire, and it has a certain connection to you. Let it send you on your way."

With a flash of the sword, two heads fell to the ground