"Wake up both of you!! Reede!!
Read Elios, woken up by Cece at midnight to change his blood phase and knock on the door of the room, and the letter that Irene was given to Cece complaining about the bumps on it.
"Wait, what do you mean? What happened to you?
"I don't have a verse in mind..."
……
The letter you two read said this briefly.
"To everyone. It's hard on its own, but I'll give you about a couple of days. You don't have to worry. I'll tell you everything when I get home. Sorry. Reede. '
The two people I read tilted their necks. It's too sudden, and I'm not sure what it is.
"Maybe it's because of that murder today... Reede's been going crazy lately, but it was the weirdest time I saw that body today"
I mouthed it as Cece remembered how Reede was doing today.
"Mm-hmm. But that was an auction house employee, wasn't it? I don't seem to have any connection or itch with Reede."
"Right. You were shocked to see the body?
"Assuming that's the case, I don't know how you're gonna leave a letter like this and disappear in the middle of the night."
"... that's hard to think about."
The three of them go over the speculation, but none of them come tight.
"... let's go find it. Maybe he's involved in some kind of case."
"I agree. Weird people have been around a lot lately. I don't think there are people in Reede who can do anything about it right now... but I'm on my own."
"... I think I should just leave you alone"
Irene threw so calmly at the two people who were still trying to jump out.
"You left a letter of your own free will, didn't you? There must be something wrong. I think it's more personal than not consulting us. Then why don't we just leave it out of the way?
As for Irene, I wish I could get the rest of the day for a good reason without doing anything like running away at night like this. But Irene somehow guessed that Reede was always concerned about all the party members and was letting something lurk behind that smile.
"Maybe that's what they instructed me to do. He said not to be looked for."
"Assuming that's the case, I'll have better hands. It doesn't stick to me to leave such a halfway letter on purpose."
"... it does make sense what Irene says. Cece, why don't you wait till tomorrow morning? So let's talk to Mr. Redo."
Ellios threw a realistic proposal at Cece. It's sad that we can't solve this on our own, but Ellios knows it's important to listen to the elderly.
"... yeah. Things have been going wrong with Reede lately, so maybe she had something on her mind. I wonder if you went alone to get rid of that. But... I wanted you to at least talk to me..."
Cece regretted it. Why didn't you talk to me?
No, I knew it. That I haven't been enough.
Until a few months ago, I was just a kid out of the country.
Where there were so many good masters and companions, people can't change that quickly.
I just happened to be there and I was pushed up to be a hero on my own, just a child.
"Do you want to go to sleep today for now? As for the request from tomorrow… think a little"
"Now there must have been no important request. It won't be a problem. Cece, don't get too carried away. I know I've been working hard lately, but that's gonna be tough when I'm gone until you."
Ellios stared straight at Cece with a serious look.
"Haha...... I'm fine. If you want to escape, I'll talk to everyone first."
"Nothing, you can just go to a different country, change your name, and start from scratch? If you're wandering, we're used to it."
Irene smiled so gently.
"Yeah, but it's okay. See you tomorrow morning."
"Yep. Good night, Cece."
Thereafter, Cece returned to her room alone, but she couldn't sleep after all.
"You're adorable. How about playing with us? Even if it looks like this, we're quite famous adventurers. You know what? [White Dragon Breathing] That's our apprentice."
A tall girl with silver hair, wrapped in monastic clothes, was walking downtown at night.
This is commonly known as [White Whale Street] in the Central District, and there were many liquors and adorable shops lined up on the left and right side of the street and the narrow back alley stretching from it.
Adventurers, sailors, merchants and all sorts of people were falling apart, drunk on booze and women. It is the name of this street that is said to have so much booze that even the legendary demon, the white whale, cannot drink it up.
It's already midnight and this street is flooded with people.
A few men who look like Gala's evil speak to the girl, but the girl ignores and proceeds.
"Heh heh, ignore it? Didn't you hear me? The cane, the replica of [White Dragon Breath], right? Don't you want to see the real thing? We can get him to meet."
One of the men who sees the folded cane of the blade the girl holds tries to touch it, but the sulli and the girl trick him into it.
"Fine. I'm in a hurry..."
"We're not in a hurry, are we? Ever since you got here on this street, you've been looking for someone, haven't you? I know that right away. Who are you looking for?
It's none of your business.
"If the (...) man (...) of that (...), then I know where I am?
"... you're lying"
Seeing the girl's reaction, the men had a fierce grin.
If a woman is looking for someone in a city like this in the middle of the night, it's ten to eighty-nine, man tangled. So I was appropriately clear that the words and I had only a slight reaction to the back. Suggestions, apparently.
Even a young woman. And from what I've seen, I've admired [White Dragon Breath]. It would be an adventurer aspiration or something. If it's a good price, he'll buy it. Yes, the man was doing the math in his head.
There have been more stinking people in this city lately, but only that guy is different.
polite and gentle to the bottom like ourselves, most importantly beautiful.
They were thankful to themselves for the adventurer collapse because kidnapping and taking the adventurer would buy them away at a high price.
I don't know what happens to those adventurers who get bought off like that. This way.
"You hit it, right? Just follow me. I'll let you see him. He told me to bring you in anyway."
"... unbelievable"
"Believe it or not, it's your freedom, but as far as that face goes, they haven't found him at all, have they? Are you sure? This could be the last of them, huh?
I could see the girl's heart waving in the man's eyes.
"... minutes (...) or (...) ri (...) and (...) then take me"
"You know what I mean. This way, then."
into the back alley with subtle men surrounding the girl. But the men haven't noticed. That the girl's golden eyes are glowing suspiciously.
"This way."
At the end of the back alley, which entered as if it were a labyrinth, was a staircase leading to the basement. The girl goes down the stairs, too, with the front and rear sandwiched by the men.
When I opened the door that lay ahead, what drifted from it was an intense scent of blood.
"Oh, never mind. Well, that's my taste. It's not like someone's dead."
At the end of the door was a bit of a large space. There is an altar in the back, and a pair of fireworks, the only source of light, illuminate the room brilliantly.
The man at the rear closed the door with his back hand.
"Hey, Mr. Leatherlia, call me."
When one of the men said so, the man who closed the door nodded and headed towards the altar. I can see further doors behind it.
"Well. Excuse me, the man? That's sort of a lie. I'm sorry."
A man spoke to the girl as he approached her.
If we get this far anymore, no matter what happens to the girl resisting or crying.
"I guess. From you... the smell of blood (...) and fire (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)"
"Hmm?"
"Hey, it's because you're soaking up too! Mr. Leatherlia's not here!
That's what the man who came back from behind the altar yelled at me in a hurry.
"What? Why aren't you there!!
The girl who heard it took a step forward.
"... sounds like you're not planning on doing this. I can't help it, I suggest you don't resist."
The men slowly pulled out the dagger on their hips when they noticed a slight change in the girl's wrapping atmosphere.
"Resistance? Whoa, what's the joke? What are you gonna do with this crowd on your own? What's with all those replicas?"
The girl answers nothing and instead unfolds a huge blade that was folded into a wand she had with the metal sound.
That was a sickle.
That was the only shape that frightened the beholder.
It was supposed to be just a farming tool - and when the girl slowly put it up, the men seemed to be on a weapon mowing the life that Reaper was said to have as soon as possible.
"Oh, no way..."
"I won't take it to life... but only one of our masters... is fooled by someone like you - with a big (...) weird (...) no (...) fast (...)
The quiet angry girls - the men who finally realized who Reede was... it was already too late.
What the men saw... was a silver flash to break ourselves.