Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Suburbs of London wrapped in thin mist. There was a splendid mansion in the corner of a retro city where old gaga and heritage seemed to lurk in breath, for a moment, with a sense of history.

Looks well maintained and doesn't look tired. It was found that both the garden stretching out on the front, the white gravel-layed trails and the flower beds with seasonal flowers, and the small fountain sitting by the beautiful goddess, were well labored, expensive and time-consuming with a first-class finish that made them feel elegant.

That too should have happened, and the lord of this mansion - Jefferson-Olgrey - was also a famous bourgeoisie in England. He owns or buys or sells a large number of land and buildings from generation to generation in a family line known as the "Real Estate King".

Jefferson, the head of the modern Olgray family, also seemed to have a solid inheritance of business talent from his ancestors and, on the contrary, political talent, and was a competent person to knock out definitive results while wearing two pairs of grass shoes: a political and a real estate king.

People often visit Jefferson's mansion like that. The types of people vary. Sometimes he is an associate of the same political circle, sometimes an associate of a real estate company, and often a personal friend.

Anyway, it was a house where people kept coming, and that was a fact well known to the residents of the surrounding area.

Even today, a few hours after the sun had already fallen, at a time when there was some mist that could stand in and it was completely dark, and the main Algrey mansion had brilliant lights. There were several luxury cars parked near the main entrance, indicating that many guests were visiting.

Most importantly, today's visitors were certainly each distinguished person, but they didn't seem to be merely friends invited to dine, or work guests who came to have politically or company-related discussions.

"Well, chief. Isn't it time to get down to business? Gathering more than half of the Order's executives, etc. … is that all it takes? I'm guessing you mean them."

A middle-aged man with a fine moustache and belly flesh, dressed in a luxury suit at first glance, called Jefferson "the leader" and spoke.

Generally, Jefferson with a natural attitude, even if he receives a designation that doesn't seem to be used that way. It follows from that that today it is natural for those who have been called here to be called to do so.

Jefferson slowly circled his gaze. I seem to have eaten all the way through, and there's just wine in front of him. In addition to them, there are several servants of the Algrey family and a few men of escort brought by each guest.

Tonight, there are nine guests gathered. Every human being is a celebrity with outstanding results in each field, but the field is completely variable. From the side, I'm not sure. It's a gathering, and most likely Jefferson's personal friend. Even if there were a third party who found out about this meeting, they would still only think of it as a gathering of friends.

but they seemed to have a clear upward and downward relationship with Jefferson in the upper seat and surrounding the long table. That was clearer in their wrapped atmosphere.

"... they're real"

Short words. From those who do not know the circumstances, they will almost lean their necks as to what they are talking about. But the words that Jefferson unleashed in his painful voice made everyone at the table squirm at once.

"It's... it's, really?

"It wasn't just a mass kidnapping..."

"Sure, it was an inexplicable case..."

"If it's a case to that extent, it's not so uncommon. Chief, do you have a rationale?

Mouthfully, their gaze concentrates on Jefferson as they utter words that echo confusion and expectations.

"It's just circumstantial evidence yet. But I'm sure of it. … it was confirmed that all those who went to the investigation were returning to their daily lives without any reports. Forget about the investigation, forget about the Order."

"Oh my..."

"But that's not all... It's not like there's any way to keep it that way, is there?

"Oh, I know. Of course, that's not the only certainty I make. … this is what we are currently able to confirm. I've already called it mysterious (...) and decided it's a fine level"

That said, the executives look through the reports that prompted the servants to look and distribute. That way, the bother occurred again.

What was written in that report is:

Said that for some reason I could never come close to the homes of the subjects I had confirmed once. Even if it goes according to the map, it circles around a completely different place if you notice it.

Says, even though we were observing from a position eight hundred meters away, we always have a good gaze.

Says the subject's household registration, which should not have existed until the other day, has been registered at some point.

Says no one on the administration side notices that abnormally. I'm not uncomfortable either.

Says, every day, one of my people disappears.

And

- Says whoever gets into the investigation, without exception, after a while, can have a blank in his memory. I don't even know if what I'm reporting right now really happened...

I guess I looked through to the last sentence. Silence fell on the table. Everyone stares at the contents of the report.

but after a while...

"Phew, phew, phew, ha-ha-ha"

I laughed like one of them couldn't stand it. It's a terribly distorted laugh, like composed of joy and madness. But the laughter that makes such a listener undeniably uncomfortable gradually spreads to other executives.

"Finally, have you found the real (...)! Excellent! What the hell, what mystery do you know!

"At least, I seem to have the art of interfering with people's brains. But it doesn't seem right for students."

"This is not how I am. Leader! You should send an execution unit right away, one or two of the samples, to secure it!

Excitement dominated the place. It's like a lost man in the desert has finally seen an oasis, a frantic excitement before the thirst is fulfilled.

That may not be possible either. Because they were leaping in search of "it" in distracting years.

"Calm down... is that an impossible story, too? I know how everyone feels. Okay, so that means we're moving toward getting samples, okay? There is a lot of trouble when it comes to completely exposing..."

"What, these are the people who disappeared once in a group, chief? No one will wonder if there's a second time. Well, some didn't return."

"I'm just curious about the ability of the sample to be...... my child. It shows that he is spoiled by students while having power. If you get your body involved, it won't matter. Let's get ready for the lab."

"Assuming the returnees got the mystery during their disappearance... where they are concerned about the whereabouts of the non-returnees. Perhaps, yet, you're in a mysterious place? Grab that and we'll..."

Executives give oral opinions on Jefferson's words. Tonight's meeting was clearly pregnant with unprecedented enthusiasm.

That's how Jefferson opens his mouth when the future policy is predetermined.

"Now, each of you take great care to achieve our grief. The priority goal of securing the sample is to" lead the girl known as Yue - "

"I think we should stop that."

Women who are not Japanese around the returnees - that's what Jefferson tried to say, but the words were suddenly to be blocked.

For a moment, it was Jefferson who thought he was someone in the executive, but he immediately trumps it as unlikely. Returnees from the daytime mass disappearances that disturbed the public - when it comes to what is clearly different from what was before them, the first thing that comes to our attention is the presence of non-Japanese girls who suddenly appear.

Given that the family registry was created at some point, it is reasonable to think of it as a "visitor from the mysterious side". Then it is natural to make it a priority objective to secure as a sample.

It was a common but late recognition of Jefferson and his executives who continued to examine a series of disturbances among returnees starting with mass disappearances. That's why denial can't go in here. More importantly, it doesn't sound familiar to the voice (...) of a young man who blocked his voice!

Jefferson feels a chill running through his spine, whilst raising whoever's anger.

"Who! Where are you!?

"No, because I'm on the front just now. Normally, I was eating."

The sound of having conceived of giving up sounds. At that moment, we finally recognize not only Jefferson, but also the executives, the servants, and the escorts.

"Everybody."

It's a really light nori, about a chair located opposite Jefferson, usually looking like a Japanese boy who greets him with his hands up gently while cheeks the same dish that the Jeffersons were eating earlier!

"You... where did you come from? What happened to the front door watch?

Jefferson calmly opened his mouth as the executives and servants were severely upset and the escorts took out their pistols to remedy the lapse. He seemed upset, too, but should the speed at which he regained his spirit be the head of this meeting, with boulders, heavy towns in politics and real estate?

Jefferson's hegemony overflowed shortly after he regained his calm. That's something intense that either the average person would atrophy without being able to say anything, or would have to wander off in cold sweat.

but rather than reciprocate like a swinging willow such as such a hegemony... the boy, who didn't even care in the first place, spoke while eating the dishes of the Algrey family in their current progression.

"Ngu. I usually walked in through the front door. Muggle, I said I'm sorry to bother you.... Normally ignored though"

"... that sounds like our dish though?

"It's so delicious. Boulders, big politicians, real estate kings. It was in the kitchen, so I let it serve on the plate on its own.... Hey, for once, did you speak up? I'll take the silence as OK, but I said it right, right? That wasn't stealing, was it?

For some reason, he said, "Is that true?," Jefferson frowned at the boy in case of that. The more you look, the more normal boy you are. No, in a way, should it be said that the presence and appearance that you are likely to forget very naturally if you are too normal and unconscious is not normal...

"What do you mean... wild? In this situation, earlier remarks. And its ability to carry out intrusions without anyone noticing. You... are a returnee, aren't you?

He was Jefferson, who speaks his speculation with certainty, but for some reason the boy who got that word looked a little sad with his eyebrows lowered to eight letters. To an unsure reaction, the boy asks as Jefferson bewildered and saddened to the sound of his voice.

"You're a returnee, aren't you? If you were looking into us, wouldn't you know me, too? As far as I'm concerned, 'You're a returnee!?' I was expecting a reaction..."

"What? Your report…"

Jefferson is confused. All returnee reports go through the eye, and the subject's profile is tapped into his or her head from family to relatives. If the boy in front of you was a returnee with a rising report, there was no way he wouldn't be caught in his memory.

but if one of the servants shows you a returnee list of the tablet's dataized reports, like that...

"……………… Returnee List No. 28 - Kosuke Endo? ……………… ah"

"Yeah, you forgot, didn't you? Isn't that right? Fine, I know. Hehe, I'm used to it. Even if the shadows were thin on the data, why, I don't give a shit? Me, too, Leah? So, really, you don't care at all?

On the field, a strange silence descended. Boy - even the shadow seems to be thin on the data, Kosuke, but only the sound of the dishes rattling was sounding slightly clearer. The word "yeah meh" that was whining just now has changed to "shh meh".

"Is this the mystery you have?"

"... Born. Even my mother often forgot to welcome me to kindergarten..."

"... well. Well, what, you've had a hard time."

For some reason, Kosuke received a kind word with sympathy from the man who was after us. The saltiness of fine cuisine is rising! A servant woman wiped out her eyes with a handkerchief. The eyes of the guards who stood guns until just now are raw and warm!

Kosuke, who coughed up softly as he vomited his stupidity, "If you sympathize, give me a presence," he stopped his eating hand and opened his mouth.

"Well, that's why I'm here."

"Mm, yeah. No more, I didn't think the returnees would come directly on board. Apparently, you've been looking into us to a certain extent.... Are you here alone?

"Well, I am. I was actually on a personal trip. All of a sudden, you're all evil, so they told me to go and crush you."

Looking at his smartphone, he dropped his shoulder, "I can't refuse his favor in front of Lana," Jefferson gave a derisive look as he turned a blind eye to the executives and escorts.

"Crush it, huh? You seem to be growing with mystery in your hands. At this distance, lead balls are overwhelmingly faster to shoot through your limbs. You seem to have the art of interfering with their perception, but in this limited space, can you crush us faster than a bullet?

chatter and countless hard and ominous sounds. The escorts concentrate the gunpoint on Kosuke. Their number is less than twenty. Sixty people are a large dining room that is likely to be spared and let in, but certainly, in this limited space, there is no escape technique from twenty muzzles.

Because of the child, Jefferson, who thought he was drunk with his powers to show his spare time, showed a spare attitude on the contrary. Put your arms together on the table, cover your mouth with your overlapping hands, and slap that sharp glance towards Kosuke.

"Boy, why don't you come to us? According to the report, your lives have not changed much before or after you acquired the mystery. The fact that I haven't stormed off as one is commendable, but I guess that just doesn't know how to use the power I've got. Then we'll teach you how to use the right powers. This Jefferson Olgray promises you an unimaginable life full of wealth and fame."

"... I can often say that by calling people samples. He says the skin on the politician's face is thick, but you really are. Yes."

Without looking particularly emotional in Jefferson's words of solicitation, Kosuke looks more like a dong-puller. Jefferson continues his words as he raises one eyebrow that gold and fame are not echoing Kosuke's heart.

"So how about a woman? You..."

"I have a girlfriend, and that's fine. Instead, my girlfriend, she's super beautiful. It's the best. Why?"

Jefferson's gaze becomes harsh on the blocked words and Kosuke, who suddenly curled out in front of him.

"... With special power, you can't even think of yourself as omnipotent. But reality is more ruthless than you think. If it's just me, or maybe you guys can do something about it. But what about the people around you? Your family, friends who are not returnees, relatives. Can you protect everything? Our Order isn't just about violence, is it?

That's what I said, Jefferson looking around. At the end of his gaze are the executives of the Order - those with the social (...) power to succeed in all respects. And Jefferson's gaze was, above all, eloquently telling the story.

This is not the whole Order, he said.

In other words, in the unlikely event that all who are here die, the Order itself will not end. Those who still possess power are still gathered in the Order.

"Let's acknowledge the ability to gather information we've come this far and the courage to get in alone. But you're still a kid around assuming the situation is everything. We, the Order, have long sought mystery and stretched our roots everywhere in the world -"

"Hydra, right?

With a gaze from above, Jefferson, who darkly pressed for obedience in the name of cooperation to Kosuke, tried to reveal the name of the Order with emotion, and on the brink of it, it was lightly revealed to Kosuke.

Jefferson, who reacted with Pickle, tried to open his mouth even more, but ignored them like that and mouthed the last dish, Kosuke smeared out his smartphone with one hand and mouthed out what was displayed there.

"A group of mysterious fanatics who do anything, from kidnapping, murder, robbery, human experimentation, to the provocation of war at the end - Hydra. Sure looks like history is old. The name comes from the fact that no matter how crushed an executive or organization is, the survival of an organization hiding somewhere will be reinvigorated. There's been an organization since before colonial times, and, historically, it seems to have been crushed several times, but you're back at it at some point. You're the current leader..."

The inside line of Hydra, a secret society that can be read out there. From the names and apparent information of the executives here, to family, friends and work relationships, to the hidden ones and relationships with other organizations that I kept secret even within the organization at the end. Not only that, but everything will be exposed to where the hidden executives and strongholds that are not here, and even more so to the insides of the executives towards each other.

That it was not bullshit was evident with the expression of executives who were so open and frightened that their jaws were about to come off, and executives who were completely paling their faces.

Jefferson's complexion, returned multiplied by 10,000 times, that the intelligence of what we were doing was impossible for children and adults alike, was a clear indication that the capacity of the forged spirit was completely overwhelmed.

"When you peek into the abyss, the abyss is peeking at you again - the famous rhetoric, the mystery lovers. You guys would have known. How could we be blind to the fact that we have no basis for such an advantage?

"Ki, Kisama..."

"Well, you know, in the tabular world (...) it's a hundred wars of smell. Don't you ever think that even the amount of information overwhelms a child who has magic in his hands but just lives a student life..."

"Why... how, so much..."

"Well, if you know there are people after you, we won't shut up yet. He looks like a ruthless, ruthless bastard, but he's actually sweet to the people around him."

"Demon King, you say?

"Oh, the god-killer demon king. I don't know if he's going to kill even a god for a woman."

Kosuke's eyes became more sympathetic than ever. Jefferson's expression dramatically attracted him. There is no longer the hegemony of a big man who overwhelms most humans. The look had a sense of crisis that was understandable because he was a proprietor by making him a politician of a hundred wars of refining who had gained a lot of experience.

That is - I touched something I shouldn't have touched, that is.

However, the feeling did not seem sufficient for those of the executives who were still relatively young.

"What, what, is a demon king. What is it, goddamn it! Bullshit, too!

"Oh, yeah! You're still a child. He doesn't even know how to haunt me. It's too much for a boulder, like killing a god."

"Leader, no longer need words or anything! Let this lad pay the price for insulting the Order! You guys, you just have to live! Do it!"

That said, it's not usually possible, I went on the outrage of taking action without waiting for the chief's orders. Dauntingly, Jefferson tries to sound a halt, but earlier than that, the black clothes of the escort, who somehow remembered the unusual atmosphere and the uneasy feeling of not being able to specialize, jumped at the gunpoint towards Kosuke's limbs as he was driven by impulses.

"... ha. For once, it was an attempt, and I thought I'd give him a break with shackles."

Only such a grunt sounded (...) in a situation that moved all at once.

"Become. Where?"

"Damn, what's going on!? Where'd he go?

"Oh no, it's gone!?

The flying black clothes surround the chair with no one. A chair that Kosuke should have sat in until a moment ago. From start to finish, I didn't take my gaze off for a moment.

He was there. Right in front of your eyes. Grab it up, pull it off the chair, and hold it down. I did recognize it, not leaving an escape or anything, reaching out and even touching the moment, even imagining a counterattack. Yet his hand cut off the sky, and he said, "When I realized it, my goal was gone. As if he wasn't there from the start.

"Oh, it was already interfered with!? Careful, they'll manipulate recognition!

Jefferson, having no choice but to do this, flies a warning as he pushes the emergency button on the back of the table to call the escorts waiting all over the mansion. And when I took my pistol out of my nose myself, Kosuke's voice sounded again. Until now, however, with a slightly different sound of the atmosphere.

"Interference in perception? Huh, big deal... My shrinkage was out of your senses, that's all, isn't it?

"Become, stupid, standing on the ceiling!?

As a most likely possibility, the Jeffersons, who were wary downstairs that maybe they slipped under the table, don't have any strange tone? and while I thought in a corner of my head, I looked up haha and exposed myself to a very dumb look of amazement.

Most importantly, if one human being stood on the ceiling very naturally, even though he said he didn't know about gravity, he would have no choice but to react like that.

Moreover,

(Why, why, are you posing weird!?

Yes, Kosuke was standing upside down against the ceiling, covering his face with one hand, and staring at Jeffersons from the gap between his fingers! And then, at some point, he's in a full-body black outfit, with one-lens type sunglasses on his eyes, and he's standing on the other hand to cross with his hand covering his face while holding a black painted knife! If you must have seen a bunch of rabbit assassinations from different worlds, applaud and say, "What a fragrant pose!! You must admire it!

"Fools who have fallen into the abyss of private lust and fanaticism. Let me tell you with that in mind that there are things in the world that you should not know."

For some reason, while turning around and showing off his fragrant pose again (version 24), Kosuke, no, in different worlds, woke up in many ways the strongest class of assassins slammed a declaration of war on a fanatical occult group. With that fragrant name!!

"In the shadow of the Demon King, the Dark Usami clan is the spider - Kouske E. Abysgate, a sick tooth shadow claw. Push!!

I'm a rabbit... Where did Avisgate come from...... Such a scratch by the Jeffersons could never be a word.

Shortly afterwards, the world's thinnest, world's best assassin stripped his fangs, even unrivalled by God's apostolic opponent in another world, but thus.