258 239 Occupancy Mesi

"- Hey. Can I join you for lunch?

When it was time for noon mess, I was called out by an unexpected person when I left the office.

It's Mr. Spica Amrit, the fortune teller. In her robe, she says that with the same perfect makeup, twirling her deep blue sobered hair with her fingers full of jewelry.

Is it noon with her......

"If you want a light, I don't mind."

"Oh, you're having dinner with His Highness Wright. Then I won't bother you. I'll see you later."

"Hi. Excuse me."

It was an invitation to the corner, but I had an appointment, so I couldn't help it.

Mr. Spica then continued his words with his imaginary face with his index finger on his chin.

"So how about tonight?

"The evening mesh is also with the lights."

"... Tomorrow morning?

"With the lights."

"Tomorrow at noon"

"With lights."

"Tomorrow night"

"Light"

"How much are you eating with me!?

Oh, a surprisingly sharp scratch.

The frames of the ones I eat meshi with are mostly occupied by lights. But he gets in a bad mood sometimes, so he even eats with Olympia and Joe at that time.

"Is that weird?

"Weird. It's weird."

"Is that so"

"Seven, you are a general, so be aware. If I ate so much with His Highness, I wouldn't be able to expand my connections."

Preached in awe of Mr. Spica.

This guy, I haven't talked to him much, but don't tell me what to do.

To be honest, it's an extra favor, but to see her attitude, the Emperor's exclusive occupier seems better in the Empire than the General. You shouldn't say bad things.

"I don't think connections are expanding, I think they are expanding."

Therefore, I refused directly from the top, sarcastically and far-fetched.

"Hmm? That's a lot to say. That makes sense."

"Isn't it?

"But what if that doesn't spread the connection?

"That's what spreads unexpectedly."

No, really. Leaving it alone spreads more and more about why. Ever since I came to this empire, it's been a rage. And...

"Look, Mr. Spica's here today"

It is still spreading.

"Ugh, uh-huh, you got one. Sure, you're the type of person who's interested in all sorts of people."

"Hi."

I see, is that why the network automatically spreads? I am interested in the people of the Empire. I don't feel bad.

"Hey. Tomorrow or the day after, whenever you want, why don't you give me a convenience?

When I'm convinced, Mr. Spica says that while turning his back on me.

"Me too... aren't you the exception?

And I looked back at this one, and I winked and said:

I mean, she's interested in me, too.

It's not like I'm not interested in her. Philip from the Maurice Chamber of Commerce also has a lot to worry about. For once, I wanted to talk to you.

"Then at noon mesh tomorrow. I'll tell Wright."

Cancel your meal with Wright and prioritize your meeting with Mr. Spica. I said it in that sense, but Mr. Spica gave a nagging look and opened his mouth to see what he had misunderstood.

"I was the only one you two wanted to talk to?

Attack as if to tilt your neck just a little, create a provocative face to use color, and say, "I'm after you," though.

Maybe it was a special attack for her, but unfortunately it's not meshing.

"No, Wright wasn't meant to be together,"

"... Oh, my God, yes. Fine."

Mr. Spica distracts his expression as soon as he shows me his back and he leaves. My ears were dyed red peeking through the gap in my soberge hair.

Spica Amrit, the Emperor's exclusive occupier. Surprisingly, maybe he's a little guy.

On a bright morning, Nat Shaman was still troubled.

Bawi extract given to me by my lord, Merson, to order me to mix this with Seven drinks, obey or not.

His troubles in this way could not have been more than once in the service of Merson.

Always, the answer is yes. Merson is his benefactor and everything. Impossible in him, such as disobeying Merson's orders.

But all this time it bothered me. I don't know why he bothers me so much, but he couldn't decide for a whole day.

…………

Early in the morning, Nato takes to the front of Seven's office. His prediction that he might be up all night again, was a hit.

"... excuse me early in the morning"

Let's just face each other one last time, and then we'll figure it out. Nato thought that way and slowly opened the door.

"Oh, Nato! I'm in a good place! What am I supposed to do with this?

No, no, no, no, no. Nato is drained of the liver.

There were three shadows (...) rolling on the floor.

"Early this morning, and the three of them are here."

Seven says that with a look of fun for some reason.

Shadows, all hands-on. Even Nato himself is the one who doesn't know what will happen if he gets stuck by surprise.

In addition, the most alarming timing is the early morning after a night ambush, with two days of all night.

It would be weird to say how many sevens have beaten themselves in a row, if they hadn't borne one or two deep wounds...... Nato thought so, but.

Immediately afterwards, I notice a stunning fact.

The three shadows were still alive. Each of the three passed out (Stan) on the verge of death and were rolled to the floor.

"Hey, why, let me live...?

Unexpectedly, Nato shrugs.

There were a number of questions, but the biggest of them… in terms of how they didn't kill you. There's no point in daring to keep the assassin alive after he returns the assassin.

"The one yesterday kindly taught me HP. Come on. So I had a general expectation, so I decided to leave them all dying and stunned. If only we knew the maximum HP, all we had to do was adjust the damage?

But Seven called Nato's grunt, "How did you get him dying? Misunderstood to mean," mouth the way.

Seven thought of the assassination only as a "lukewarm game”. He had thus added the condition of dying and fainting, and had devised it so that he could enjoy it as a game.

Speaking of why Nato looked like he was having fun when he walked into the room... because he didn't expect any of the three of them to come. As a result of the sudden jump in difficulty, Seven grinned.

"The one yesterday and the one yesterday would have disappeared in the morning if I had rolled it down the hallway, but the one today is the same, okay?

"... wait a minute"

Nato takes a deep breath first and manages to regain his composure. And I sorted out the facts one by one.

But the more I think about it, the less I know. I can't even predict what Seven is after.

…………

Seven are waiting without saying anything. Nato told me to wait, so I'm waiting for discipline.

Nato, realizing that, has never wavered. Can I really poison him......

"Why..."

I don't know. Nato doesn't know about Seven.

"What?"

"They're after your life, aren't they? Why don't you take any action?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"No. No, I'm not. Why won't you kill me? How could you..."

As Nato stood up, Seven tilted his neck gently before opening his mouth broadly.

"- You wanted me to kill you? Did that give you a big nickname to set up Bawi for?

The skin of the whole body of the nut pops.

... was spotted. Everything. That Nato as well as the assassin are trying to set up an assassination. And even the fact that you're still cruising, or trying to use Bawi Extract.

"I know you very well. It's been a month since we met, but I know enough to predict my favorite food. So let me tell you something."

Seven said, suddenly peeling off her octagonal teeth and giving her a harsh look as she peeled into Nato's eyes.

"If you're coming, come. I'm not running or hiding."

"... eh"

It is a provocation.

Seven provoked Nato when he found out he was troubled.

"And if, when you fail. Or when you think of it. Read this."

"Oh, is that...?

"It says how to acquire certain skills. Well, believe it or not, it's up to you."

Basically, whatever you said you wouldn't believe me first, I was also learning in a boulder seven.

Seven knows how kind Nato is. I can't betray Merson in gratitude, and I can't kill Seven who doesn't seem like a bad guy to me. He's still kind enough to suffer from such a pinch.

That's why Seven thought about letting him kill himself once. He had the confidence that he wouldn't die if he was killed. Confidence that Nato's failure is certain. That could also be described as trust in Winfield.

It's just that you can't believe you told Nato that you were stupid and honest about saying, "You should stop assassinating him because he ends up in jail.

Then you can run the assassination once, put Melson through his in-laws, and have him believe it.

Then you can do the "splash” too, in a one-stone, two-bird way.

It was such a simple idea.

"I'm sure you'll like it. It is a skill that can be reached where it itches. It'll be a trump card for you."

Perhaps he thinks about Nato's style of combat and carefully chooses the skills that would be best suited for him.

"With this skill, your dreams will spread, right?" and how hot it is when it's about someone else.

He affirmed and respected those who were about to kill themselves, pushed their backs, and prepared a heartfelt gift.

A man like that can't be a bad guy.

"… I will read. Must."

Nato was also blurry to realize how sweet he was. It's only natural that we played ten games.

However, that "blur" just turned into "clarity".

But...... you can't stop the assassination.

Because no one else is provoking you to come and kill me.

Strange, Nato could have blown it off.

I watched Seven like a chunk of confidence, and I was relieved that this man would not die if I killed him.

If so, the rest will be until he obeys that command as he serves Merson.

"Hey, Nato."

"Yes."

And aside from that.

"Help me with the paperwork, Crescent Sword..."

Seven cried to Nato again. It didn't end with Ertu.

Seeing how Seven looked with a pitiful look on his face as soon as possible, Nato said, laughing as if he had no choice.

"Oh, my God, you're not desperate"

It's noon time.

I'm glad Nato came early in the morning. Thanks to you, I cleared up all the paperwork just because I was asleep.

Nato's one, he made me coffee from the hand with half a joke and said, "This is fine". It's the last cup of coffee you can have calmly. It feels good because if I drank it without hesitation, I would be surprised the other way around.

Well, I was fine with that one, but you need to be careful with the drinks you're about to have. No, Nato is a man with no loopholes. Should I be vigilant about everything I put on my mouth? Bawi extract has a unique smell, so in most cases it can be broken.

"That was fast enough. Have you had enough of your work?

"Yeah well. Because Nato helped me."

"Oh yeah."

When I went outside the office, Mr. Spica was already waiting there.

Today's noon mesh is a promise to eat with her.

Still, Mr. Spica, you're in the mood. The robe has also turned into a lightweight flashy one.

But you picked me up on your own? Can someone as senior as her do that?

"Don't you have a offering?

He said, "Are you there? I'll introduce you later."

They're here. Oh, okay. You're talking about a “shadow”.

"I didn't, I thought there was no such thing as a samurai"

"Oh, me, I'm pretty much myself around. I don't need it because I want to do it myself."

"Heh."

Unexpected.I was wondering if that's what life is all about because I seem to like the luxurious feeling of being so dressed up and wearing gems and wax.

"Yes, this is my room. I don't care if you're forgiving me."

"... ha-ha"

No, I knew he was a fancy, shitty lover. It was so golden picky de flashy room. It is a room that is much more concentrated in the exaggerated admiration for nobility held by the common people.

"Isn't that amazing? Your Majesty gave me this room. That's all I'm worth."

"So you're treasuring Mr. Spica's fortune."

"Yes, it is."

Don't shake it. I wonder how confident you are in your fortune.

"Yes, go ahead. An aperitif."

"Oops."

I was lenient on the fukafu couch, and Mr. Spica brought me alcohol.

Suddenly it's booze. And wine. It's not strange to have Bawi extract in it.

"Ugh," Mr. Spica laughed and opened his mouth as he smelled the glass I had received.

"Do you care about poison? It's okay, I got it."

"But they can't get out of it."

"Yes... then"

Mr. Spica rattles his fingers with his pussy.

Then a “shadow” appeared from nowhere.

"This is a good opportunity for me to introduce you. My shadow."

"Ha."

What do we do when we call the shadows?

"Drink."

Shortly after I wondered, the shadow poured the contents of the wine bottle into my palm and mouthed it.

"Right? It's not poisoned. If I had applied it to the glass, I think I could tell by the smell... would you use my glass just in case?

"No, it's okay"

If you get this far, will you be okay with the boulder?

I only smelled it one last time and mouthed the wine in the glass.

"Ugh...!

"... delicious!

"Pfft! Hey, stop it. Seven, you're funny."

And, where I made fun of the gag, Mr. Shadow brought the dish.

Hey...... what was that, talk about how much I want to be around you? You're doing it to the gutsy shadow.

"Did Mr. Shadow make it?

"I made it. I'm just asking you to carry it."

"Uh, handmade by Mr. Spica?

"... bad?

"No, nothing."

I don't know if it's a lie or a truth, but it's a lot of great food. It will be hard to make just this, no matter how good you cook.

... Somehow, you've been entertained for a long time.

Is that it? Was it Mr. Cigarone's idea that I was about to be used?

For example, I'm looking forward to seeing what stories pop up after this.

"Well, keep talking. You were in the middle of a shadow introduction."

"Huh? Oh, yes"

"I'll show Seven the contents of the shadow specially"

"What? No, it's fine."

How could that suddenly happen?

"A testament to my trust in you. I really liked you. So if you can trust me, I'm prepared to reveal my shadow secrets."

Oh, all of a sudden. It's connected to the story I was thinking about.

"Are you going to use me?

"Usage? No way. You are the key to the Empire. I'm just acting like I believe in my fortune."

"I see, I don't divine..."

It's been a story I don't really understand.

Well, no. Believe it. Aside from not believing it, shall we just ask?

"What is the contents of the shadow?

"Thanks"

When I heard, Mr. Spica turned to the shadow for one thank you.

And say a word of surprise.

- Casablanca, show me your face and say hello.

Casablanca, that's for sure......

"Shadow King? Shouldn't he be dead?

"Oh, you knew."

"Yeah well. I always thought His Highness Merson's shadow had killed him."

"Sure, Your Highness's shadow killed him. If it was a man who was supposed to be Casablanca. And instead, you failed to assassinate Mine Castal."

"The man who was supposedly Casablanca......?

"That's right. The Shadow King isn't going to get killed that easily. The pinnacle of the assassin? I'll take care of it, of course."

"Well, I suppose so."

"You all think Casablanca Shadow King is a man (...)"

……

Behind Mr. Spica, a shadow that took the cloth that was covering his face.

It was - a woman with short hair - who emerged from under that cloth.

She puts a goofy force in her throat and spews the wheel out of her mouth. Perhaps that's changing your voice like a man. And quietly broke the silence.

"- I'll see you first, My Lord Seven. I am Master Spica's shadow. My first name is Casablanca."