Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The people that appeared in front of me were ‘Foul Eater’ and Thousand Needles.’

They were Her Majesty’s Right Hands. Well, according to them, anyway.

That’s when I remembered it. It was ‘Beheader’ who had fallen.

Beheader… I wouldn’t forget it again.

“Uh, so you’re the failures that were removed from the mission, right? What are you doing here?”

I had only meant to be friendly, but their glares became angrier.

I could see it now.

They would want to fight and show me who had the upper hand here.

In that case, I would…

“…Ah, that was a close one.”

A needle had come flying towards me.

“Nicely dodged. But you should have just yielded. It would have been a painless death.”

Came a raspy voice. The person seemed quite elderly.

“That’s an abrupt way to greet someone. What’s the meaning of this? You failed your mission. I succeeded. I think it’s pretty clear who is the more capable here.”

“Hehehehe… Don’t be foolish. The enemy escaped because of our arrival. On the other hand, they ran right into you. Don’t you see the difference? Cretin.”

Hmm. He seemed awfully confident and self-important.

Still, I was able to dodge the needle without warning.

How did he expect to kill me?

“Jokes aside, if you apologize now, I will just break both of your legs. Merciful, am I not? But if you try to run or fight us…”

I’ll kill them.

Foul Eater took half a step back. Perhaps I finally looked serious.

On the other hand, Thousand Needles moved closer.

Yes, they were going to attack me. In that case, it was decided. They would be eliminated.

This wasn’t the kind of gentle world where you could laugh and ignore someone who showed hostility to you multiple times.

We were all Right Hands. And I gave them a warning. So I felt that I had fulfilled my duty.

They were coming to kill me. I would not forgive them for that.

“Hmph!”

I had thought there was something strange about the shape of Thousand Needles’ black clothes, and it turned out that there were lots of needles hidden inside.

He flapped one side, and dozens, no, hundreds of needles were unleashed in my direction.

Of course, I wasn’t so kind a person as to let them hit me.

I melted into the shadows as the needles shot passed me.

“Hello. And goodbye.”

I said as I used one hand to cover Thousand Needles’ mouth and the other to run a dagger across his neck.

Blood spurted out like a fountain. Foul Eater looked surprised, but then immediately opened their mouth wide.

This Foul Eater, they had false teeth that were made of metal and looked very sharp.

Judging by the name, I could easily imagine them biting people with those.

“Bastard! You killed Thousand Needles!”

The angry voice was clearly a woman’s.

And quite young as well.

“I’ll tear you apart!”

Ah, here we go again. As I sighed, Foul Eater closed in.

Her weapon was probably the false teeth in her mouth. Well, false fangs, perhaps.

It didn’t seem like she would be capable of anything but close-quarters combat.

I thought she would start biting immediately, but I was wrong.

She used her arms and legs skillfully and attacked with hand-to-hand combat.

This was rather surprising.

Right hand, left hand and sometimes both feet. She moved in order to push me back.

There was something very refined about the movements.

As I thought this, Foul Eater suddenly smiled.

Though the lower half of her face was covered by the metal mouth, so I only saw the top half.

“I got this.”

She grabbed my right sleeve.

“…Ah, damn it.”

She moved in quickly and nearly tore my right arm off.

Too quickly.

I didn’t know it was possible for someone’s head to move so fast.

“You must have trained that neck of yours a lot.”

I had escaped by a hair’s breadth. Had I not pulled my arm even while my sleeve was torn, I would have likely lost my hand.

“I won’t miss the next time.”

Foul Eater said. Her mouth clacked loudly when she laughed.

We had the same number of arms and legs.

However, Foul Eater used her mouth as a weapon, which gave her an advantage in close-quarters combat.

Very interesting indeed.

I was a little impressed.

However, what if it was no longer close-quarters combat? How would she fare then?

We were both the Queen’s Right Hands.

There was a need for us to get out and survive any situation and bring information back.

Regardless of the opponent, if we were told to kill someone, we had to go and kill them.

In other words, you had to be able to adapt to every style of fighting.

I took out some throwing knives.

They had narrow blades and were painted black.

I had made them like this so they wouldn’t reflect light.

Who knew if Foul Eater even saw the blades that now protruded from between my fingers.

Then I flicked my wrist, and three knives shot out.

Yes, she hadn’t seen them from the beginning.

The knives slid into her stomach, thigh, and foot respectively.

“…!!”

As Foul Eater’s face contorted in pain, I pointed my sword at her neck.

“Surely you didn’t actually think you could win?”

I came alone. But they tried to attack the target as a group.

It was as simple as that.

Having an alias was a double-edged sword.

Foul Eater must have gotten the name due to her unique appearance.

However, her skill was not there yet.

“Perhaps if you had better luck.”

And with that, I thrust the blade into Foul Eater’s neck. …Well, I was going to, but someone interrupted me.

“And what are you doing, miss?”

I said to the person in black who was standing behind me… It was the Right Foot lady who was my contact.