Chapter 102: Assassins (3)

Chapter 102: Assassins (3)

What are you talking about all of a sudden?

Lucion held the contact item close to his face.

“What?”

<I didn’t even know that Hamel-nim was so tired and I was the only one who slept comfortably. I am sorry.>Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/bin(.)co/m

He didn’t know why Kran was doing this, but he was starting to feel sorry.

‘What are you saying?’

Lucion swung his legs, which had stopped for a moment.

<The organization is important, but Hamel-nim, I want you to think about your own body as well. Please don’t overdo it.>

“I never overdo it. I just didn’t sleep as much as usual.”

Lucion told the truth.

Today, no, both yesterday and today he didn’t sleep well.

He grew up in a precious way, and he didn’t have good stamina, so he couldn’t help it.

Kran went silent again.

<I’ll reduce my sleep.>

Lucion was stunned by his sudden words again.

I took action to be able to eat well and live well, but why would you want to sleep less?

He said he couldn’t help it, but it wasn’t the case with Kran.

“Why would you sleep less all of a sudden? Just do as you usually do.”

<I...>

“So what did you say earlier?”

<...That’s why, I said I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, I was finding a place for the Rats to live.>

“No. I made you wait too.”

<I don’t mind waiting.>

“What about the Rats? Are they listening to you?”

<What Hamel-nim told me was helpful.>

‘Right. Can it go smoothly?’

Lucion let out a long yawn.

<As expected, I...>

“I have the Rats investigate the members of the organization. The same goes for you, Kran. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. I’ll leave you out.”

<Then I’d like you to exclude me, Stra, and Helon.>

Kran replied without hesitation.

Even though he was sleepy, he could feel that Kran hated anyone digging into his past.

‘Well, I already know that Kran is the prince of a ruined country.’

Lucion needed to pretend he didn’t know for a while. Now that he thought about it, he should personally investigate the reason why Keortia, the kingdom where Kran came from, disappeared.

“Okay. Assassins will be recruited soon so I’ll contact you again then.”

<Hamel-nim!>

When Lucion was about to hang up, Kran urgently called out to Lucion.

“What is it?”

<I have something to tell you, too.>

“About what?”

<There is a mercenary corp that we are keeping an eye on.>

“If it’s the mercenary... They don’t like to belong to a certain group so it’s not going to be easy.”

<Yes. I think it’s a very good mercenary group, so I keep trying.>

“What’s their name?”

<Reint Mercenary Corps.>

‘Reint Mercenary Corps?’

Lucion blinked.

It was a name he had heard before.

‘...Ah!’

<<“Those people with you. I think they were a mercenary corp in the past. Is that right?”

When Heint asked, pointing to the escort standing behind Kran, he smiled lightly with a friendly face.

“You have a good eye, too. That’s right. They were a mercenary corp. Reint Mercenary Corps. It’s also the most unforgettable moment of my life.”

Kran sipped his tea and put on a happy expression.

“If I missed it, I might have been in despair, not regret. I didn’t know that they would become the strongest ally of my faction like this.”>>

In the novel, while Kran was talking to Heint, a part of the ‘Reint Mercenary Corps’ appeared.

Aren’t they the ones who formed the main faction of the forces established by Kran?

‘...Wow.’

Lucion couldn’t help the feeling of waking up all at once, so cold sweat dripped down his face.

He was busy growing an organization that he almost forgot the most important people.

‘I thought I was going to be in real trouble.’

He hardly knew how Kran built the growing organization or who he met, but he had to connect the people in the novel to Kran as much as possible.

<...Hamel-nim?>

“I’m listening.”

<You don’t like it? Compared to the others...>

“No!”

Lucion’s voice rose before he knew it.

Only then did Ratta’s eyes twinkle and her tail wobble vigorously.

[Yes, you did a good job. I’m complimenting you.]

―Huh. Ratta is an obstacle! Ratta is nice!

[Sure, I’ll be back.]

Russell patted Ratta on the head.

―Yes!

Ratta answered vigorously.

Russell moved away, and as Lucion was sleeping softly, Ratta moved carefully to Lucion’s side.

After moving one or two steps, Ratta tilted her head.

Darkness was fluttering around the window.

―Shh. Lucion is sleeping now. Don’t come in. If you come in, Ratta will bite you.

It’s a divine beast. A divine beast.

―No, Ratta is not divine beast. Ratta is Ratta.

Ratta’s eyes frowned.

I’m so glad. Didn’t our divine beast really be born? Now...

Hey, be quiet. She’s listening.

Ah. We don’t know anything. We didn’t see anything.

The darkness suddenly disappeared.

Ratta tilted her head again and her eyes filled with strength.

―Whoo-hoo. Ratta’s fangs are scary!

Roar.

Ratta howled like an animal in the book Hume had read.

* * *

[It was neat.]

Bethel explained briefly.

What more could she explain?

They showed the standard of assassination without witnesses.

[Stepping Stone’s tyranny must be worse than I’ve heard. I can’t believe such talented assassins are starving.]

“Good.”

Lucion entered the shop where the assassins were located, satisfied.

“Hello?”

The leader of the assassins greeted.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Lucion nodded slightly and said.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Lucion sat down despite the question raised by the leader of the assassins.

“I’m a warlock.”

When he calmly introduced himself as a warlock, the leader almost replied, ‘Oh, I see’.

However, the leader asked again in case he heard it wrong.

“...What did you say?”

“I am a warlock. I asked you in advance if you were picky about people, and you said no. You’re not going to change your words all of a sudden, are you?”

Lucion pressed the leader with a low voice.

“Is this possible? However, should I say it is surprising? Or should I say it’s the first time I’ve seen one in a sane state? Hmm.”

The leader hesitated and fiddled with the back of his head.

“You can continue.”

Lucion didn’t want to get cut off in the middle of talking, so he urged him.

“As much as I do the work of killing people, the request to kill warlocks comes more often than I thought. They are usually out of their mind.”

“I know.”

The warlocks that the leader of the assassins was talking about were fallen warlocks.

How can they be sane?

“So, is this your first time seeing a sane warlock?”

When Lucion asked, the leader of the assassins smiled as if he was embarrassed.

“That’s right. It’s the first time I have mixed opinions like this. That’s why I was just surprised, so please don’t misunderstand.”

“I don’t. My name is Hamel.”

Lucion held out his hand.

“Likewise. I look forward to your kind cooperation.”

“Well, I’ll write a simple contract first.”

“What kind of contract are we going to sign?”

Because he was familiar with the contract, Quate blinked and asked.

The only thing that could forcibly bind someone was a magic item, and in fact, this was also illegal, so it was used covertly.

Previously, the black necklace worn around the neck by Kran, Stra, and Helon was a representative magical item.

The necklace was enchanted, and if the command was not obeyed, the magic was activated to punish or kill them.

“It’s a simple contract stating that you don’t betray your organization when you’re in the organization, and you keep it secret even when you’re in the organization.”

“Will I die if I break it?”

The simpler the contract, the more things followed when the contract was broken.

“Will you? I don’t know why everyone thinks death is the end.”

Lucion smiled.