259 240 Shit Weapon Insufficient Confidence Recognition

Named Casablanca, she had a quiet, flat voice. It's a way of talking that feels cold like yuccali, but she doesn't seem to have a poisonous tongue like yuccali.

Do you call the hairstyle handsome short? A fashionable shortcut brunette with one piercing in her left ear. It is a very unseen look for an assassin, except for the black outfit that surrounds him.

"Nice to meet you, Seven."

In the meantime, when I returned my greetings, Casablanca silently thanked me.

Well, there's so much I want to ask you. For starters, yeah......

"Were you in the Shadow King battle?

When I ask, Casablanca sees Mr. Spica's face. Mr. Spica moved his neck small in a "go ahead" style.

"The Shadow King is me. Attempted assassination of King Castal was carried out on my behalf by His Royal Highness Merson, who assumed that he had killed me. Mr. Spica, who expected it..."

"No, I don't care about that. Shadow King, are you competing yourself? I'm listening to that."

The conspiratorial arrestore is of no particular interest. All I care about is if the woman in front of me is a real title holder.

"... Yes, not until two years ago"

"Ho?

"I pretended to be a man under a black outfit more than I was before, but the contents had been replaced by another for two years. When I went through the face to King Castal, I used a demon of change called Reis, and I and another person were transforming it into a man of the same appearance."

"Reis! Heh, is that how you're changing your appearance in multiple ways?"

"Yes."

I'm afraid. You're a real assassin. The cover-up of who you are is not always out of hand.

I also came to say that I know exactly what Reis exists. Well, if the assassin is a ghost, then Reis must be a golden stick, so maybe it's natural to know and take it for granted.

Oh, I see. Is the Imperial “Needle Test” an idea via Mr. Spica from Casablanca?

"Are you going to be incarnate in Reis now, too?

"No, it's an order from Master Spica, so I'm exposing my undisputed face"

... would be a lie. I don't think a professional as thorough as her would expose her face to me.

Or was it worth enough to expose the face of a professional assassin for this lunch?

"By the way, another one that's been replaced for two years, was strong, too, wasn't it? And yet they killed you?

"The shadows are all hand worked out. It's brittle if you're surprised that Shadow King has nearly the strength."

"Ah... yes"

The shadow king of fragility, who collapses as much as he was stuck by surprise, is a bit of a stranger.

I can't really snort when it comes to shadows. Sure, if I poke a surprise, I'd be able to get enough firepower to defeat Nato, but to that extent, I don't care if the title holder tells me to hand it out of his mouth or something.

... and it could all be a bluff to alarm me so far. You shouldn't take it too honestly.

But I'm starting to get a little concerned.

"Hey, how could you have left Shadow King to someone else two years ago? It's not just for your own safety, is it? You were reigning as Shadow King because of this, and you wanted to give it priority until you gave it to someone else?

"The primary reason is to escort Master Spica. When you became the Emperor's exclusive occupier, you asked me to stand beside you."

Heh, did you give up the Shadow King's contents to escort him? I mean, I guess it's the perfect 24-hour escort. Awesome.

"Besides, I won't sit with anyone else. The Shadow King's contents were my sister."

……

You think she's my sister?

"You were killed...?

"Yes."

"Come on... don't worry, so"

"When the day comes when that will happen, I was ready."

"Ready... Ready"

For Casablanca, Mr. Spica seems to be that important. So much so that I couldn't leave the side, knowing my sister would be killed.

That's what you're ready for? You can't be ready to do this.

She's an unusual woman. I don't know what that feels like, even if it takes a lifetime.

"- Yes, I'm done. This is who my shadow is. Wouldn't it be amazing if Shadow King was on the escort?

When I'm arm in arm and roaring, Mr. Spica slaps me in the hand and switches stories.

At the same time, Casablanca was masked again and left without sound.

"Awesome or something"

I react unexpectedly. When I heard about Casablanca right now, I couldn't help but think that the job of escorting Mr. Spica seemed intrusive. Because if I were you, I wouldn't have long to think about it, I'd leave the escort to someone else to prioritize the title fight.

Seeing my reaction like that, Mr. Spica gave a strange, annoying look from such windy expressions as his pride and high nose until then.

"Is it something nobody knows but me and His Majesty who Casablanca is? You said you knew that, and you don't think anything about it?

"No, well, it must be amazing..."

I don't care if they say that, they just showed it to me unilaterally.

"... hey, then how can you trust me?

When I replied cloudily, Mr. Spica said such a thing as he leaned against me with his damp eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey"

"Hey, hey, hey"

If you get too close or touched, chances are you can solve the change. I moved to the opposite seat so that I could not pack my time. That's where Mr. Spica chases me, and when I move to the couch, Mr. Spica goes to the couch, too. When I go to the seat, Mr. Spica goes to the seat, too. Continue the chase with the groove about three circles that way.

In the end, around the fourth circle, Mr. Spica swelled his slightly red-dyed cheeks, giving up approaching me. He's apparently a little drunk.

"Oh, yeah! I'll show you my collection. If you like it, you can take it with you if you want just one."

Oh, my God. What, you're a busy man.

I thought Mr. Spica had suddenly risen and brought some kind of box from the back of the room and sat down on the couch next to me.

"Whoa!

"Right? Isn't that amazing? What do you want?

Inside the box, the ring with the big jewel was tightly packed.

How much on earth will it cost? With one of these boxes, it's going to be about one for our mansion.

"That's amazing indeed."

"Yeah. Look, pick what you like"

"No, I don't want anything else,"

"... Oh, really?

"Yes."

I'm not interested in jewelry, and I'm not in trouble for gold. Look, I didn't even have the gear to use.

"Huh... duh"

Mr. Spica stood up, closing the lid of the pathan and jewellery box, and began to wander around looking softly over the room.

What do you want to show me so badly?

For handmade dishes, come with the identity of Casablanca, the gemstone collection, and then -.

"Oh, so, this is it? Weapons! Boys, you like this, don't you?

Weapons! Yeah, I like it.

When I stood up, Mr. Spica made a small gutsy pose in the "OK" wind and invited me to the back of the room.

"I have what His Majesty gave me and what Casablanca has got here. You can take whatever you want."

A bunch of gear neatly placed in the corner of the room. It's a lot more cluttered than jewelry, but from what I've seen, it's pretty fancy.

Whoa, don't get excited that there's going to be a dig. Can I get you anything? Seriously, I'm agitated.

"Ugh. Take your time."

There are lots of different types of weapons and protective gear. Whoa, was that an emerald buckler in Mevion who was being ridiculed for "litter a kilo" or something? You're a fucking fuel shield that's not strong enough to break easily and needs tons of emeralds every time it's repaired. Well, there's a lot of crap gear when you look at it like this.

Oh, gossip is a crescent sword. This guy has a great habit of handling it and it's quite interesting, but I don't think I want it because it has too few benefits.

Mmm! Diamond Dagger Found! Contrary to what looks like a strong name and a cool look, it's a fucking weapon that it's still better to use in pieces and materials. I was exploring pragmatization believing that the one who fell in love with appearance could handle it, but in a matter of minutes I began to deplore my lack of recognition that I couldn't do anything about it, and I remember leaving it to the blacksmith to tear it apart after enough.

However, Diamond Dagger would be the number one candidate in this collection so far because it would be worth a lot if I thought about it as a material or interior.

... No, wait. Think about it. What are you going to get me sarcastic about? I...

Isn't this totally “feeding”?

Mr. Spica, you're obviously trying to miss me...

"Huh!!

"Yikes!?

When I looked back quickly, Mr. Spica, who was approaching me with a drink in the basin, gave a short, surprising voice.

Dangerous. They almost took my back.

... No, you think too much. I guess she just brought me a drink.

"Excuse me, but I remember an errand. Another opportunity."

"Huh? Yeah, yeah... then you have no choice. Well, come back."

I took one glass from Mr. Spica's basin and drank it in a gooey breath, leaving the room early on.

She's trying to use me. That doesn't seem wrong.

But I don't know sappily what you're trying to use it for.

Perhaps, as a precedent, you're plotting to be liked by me.

But the way I did it... I felt funny childish, like a little kid bragging about his belongings trying to distract them.

She's out of line somewhere. Sometimes they show a clever side, sometimes they're childish, like this one. Because you were drunk? No, I've felt the trend since before. There was something like desperation.

Either way, interesting. I don't know what she's after, let's go with the sight of heights...

Bright morning.

"It's increasing..."

A maid passed first thing in the morning through the hallway in front of Seven's room, wrinkled between her eyebrows and groaned so.

There are often suspicious people rolling down the hallway here.

Three days ago, only one person was rolling.

Two days ago, one of them had heard from a coworker's maid that he was rolling in front of Seven's office.

Yesterday the three of them, I heard Nato took them from the office.

And this morning, five of them were rolling.

It is gradually increasing.

But the Imperial Castle has not become a scene, especially when it comes to this.

While the maid tilts her neck, she turns to tell the guard how used she is. Then, the stunned assassins were recovered in minutes.

"What the hell is it? Did you get drunk drinking until morning? It's also in front of Seven-sama's room. Absolutely. I'd like you to stop."

A maid whining in a frustrating mood. That, too, should not be an exaggeration to say that this time of morning is a major event for her.

Wright is coming to visit Seven to have breakfast with us.

Whatever you think, it usually has to be the other way around, but the morning of Seven is either working all night or sleeping. If you want to eat with me, you just have to hit the lead and visit from yourself. In other words, Light's visit to Seven's room was a signal of their meal.

And because the maid understands those implicit understandings to be honorable from the level of her soul, she wondered if there was anything suspicious that could get her two out of the way. And humbly, sneakily, cautiously, observing how the two of them are, they share it closely among the maids.

Well, it was time for the lights to visit what occassions we could have dinner in today, and the maid was starting to prep paranoia in the hallway...... what an unexpected guest appeared.

"- Seven? Good morning. Is she awake already?

It is Spica Amrit.

When Spica visited the single Seven room without even taking the samurai, she knocked on the door and twisted the door knob without even hearing back.

Naturally, it's locked. The door never opens.

".................. Too bad"

Spica twists the chatter and door knob a few times and then leaves the hallway with just one grunt of yes.

"Oh... the rumors seem to be true"

The maid, who was stealing the whole thing, seemed to have taken the backing out indefinitely.

Yesterday, among the maids: "Isn't Master Spica after Master Seven...?" It was rumored.

That was speculation on the results of the swelling story of the maid's testimony, which saw the two of us talking before our departure for the Sizen Small Country, and the unsubstantiated rumor that they were apparently eating together yesterday at noon.

Strangely enough, though, I can say that their predictions are not often a mistake. Now, to the extent that he came to visit Seven's room this morning, Spica was after Seven.

"Be vigilant and tell everyone."

Those in the way of Wright and Seven are apparently not the only suspicious ones rolling down the hallway.

The maid sighed one and went back to her work to prepare for the lights that it would be time to visit.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Another failure? Five people? You're lying, aren't you? Tell me it's a lie."

"Unfortunately"

Merson's deep sigh echoed all over the room.

Nato, who said sorry in front of her, doesn't look sorry though.

"Nato, you have to set that up."

"I've been looking at opportunities since yesterday morning, but I don't see any gaps"

"Yes..."

This was true.

Last but not least yesterday morning's cup of coffee, Nato is seriously going to set Seven up against him. But Seven doesn't show the gap enough to say it at all. Seven has finally begun to get serious about the assassination that is about to peak.

So much so that Nato became impressed with his enemies when he saw that Seven's ad hoc and handsome who knew where he was losing his strength and getting into it.

As things stand, Seven could only tell Bawi to be careful. Because Seven was unusually strong on assassinations.

If you carry the too famous sign of being the best in the world, it shows up like every week, such as PK of Play. Thus, Seven has no particular consciousness, but long before it came to this world, Seven was in a very accustomed (...) state to the existence of an assassin.

In addition, the measures to be taken when being attacked by sleeping are also quite progressing because of the experience of being attacked by bandits.

In other words, it's no exaggeration to say that it's impossible unless it's the right person (...) to assassinate Seven.

"- I'll report you."

A while after Melson and Nato became quiet, Serum visited them from nowhere.

"About example organization (...)"

"Ha"

When Merson hears, Serum nods briefly and continues his words.

"It's about the assassin organization Davast."

Imperial One and Davast, the assassin group behind me - Serum arrived in Davast's Aegis in the woods north of the Imperial capital, Marmella, with confidential information obtained because of his colleagues.

Yes, it's a request from Merson. Merson didn't mind shaping, and even as soon as he allowanced or did the proposal Nato put out, he was moving that he couldn't get rid of Seven.

Therefore, even among the shadows of first-class assassins, they secretly turned to the serum in order to attach the cooperation of the empire's most powerful and prestigious assassin organization, Davasto.

The idea is that if you hire a large number of assassins with more strength than even the shadows, you won't be able to beat them even on a boulder seven.

"What do you say? Did you get help?

"is that..."

But the serum, which would have been in contact with the davast, makes a voice that cannot be boiled off.

"What? I didn't come back for a run."

"Yes, no, you don't. Without a doubt, we visited Azito in Davasto"

Then why do you say it?

"One, crushed, I was there. Without a trace...!

"-!?

Davast was devastated.

No shards had been heard by the shadows, such as such rumors. Such rumors of peer organizations flow faster than the wind. Namely, the rumor hasn't spread… either it was rooted down in such a flash, or it would have been crushed by a being so horrible that everyone would hold their mouth.

"So what happened to the assassin's cooperation!

"Please wait. I didn't just come home."

Merson roughed his voice out of a sense of impatience that did not get Davast's help, but Serum calmly replied so.

And slowly open your mouth.

"When we observed Ajito without scratching, we discovered the body hair, possibly a dog, with bloodstains on it. Looking at the nearby footprints, we know that whoever devastated Davasto walked to the Imperial City of Marmara with his dog."

"... get the dog...?

"Yes, and we have focused our research on grocery stores within Teito Marmaila, especially those that have products for dogs… we have identified a man (...) who would have devastated Davast"

By Serum's investigation, I mean like torturing a store owner and letting him throw up information.

As a result, Serum was getting information about a man with an injured dog.

"He said the man bought tons of dog collars, leads and other dog products, plus daily items that would be his own, and left the store. The shopkeeper, a little uncomfortable with the way the man spoke, was worried, and when he spoke to him about where he was going when he left, he told him that he lived in a log house along the coast west of Teito. Perhaps this is the man."

"... West Coast Log House, huh? Well done. Any other information?

"They say he's a brunette, a man with long, eyeglasses"

"Enough."

Melson, having heard so much, stood up and mouthed quickly.

"Nato, do your duty. I'm leaving first thing in the afternoon."

Right now, I need to see you.

The man who destroyed only one assassin organization in the Empire. If he does, I'm sure he can defeat Seven...