Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

"Kill, Mr. K, kill. What an amazing killer. Researcher, don't lick it. Absolutely, I'll kill you."

Occasionally, bumps and cursed words were spinning from the back seat of a quiet car where street light or opposite car lights just plugged in.

Vanessa, who is driving, turns her gaze to the flickering back mirror. That gaze was alternately directed at Emily, who kept vomiting resentment with her dead fish-like eyes as she got smaller with her knees in the back seat, and at Kosuke, who was sweating cold as far away from Emily as possible next to her.

The reason would be needless to say that Kosuke's jacket is placed at his feet and the windows are opened without worrying about the cold air entering, as if scattering something indoors.

Over the back mirror, Kosuke and Vanessa gaze at each other. Kosuke looks at Vanessa like she's asking for help, shaking her head with tears.

Vanessa slipped her gaze softly. From behind, it sounded like I hit my head in the windowsill with a gong.

(... Nevertheless, Mr K. He is, what a... strange person)

Vanessa spoke to herself so much in her chest as she felt the SOS glance from the back seat piercing her cheek.

- Mr. K

For about two years now, he has been an unidentified killer of both background and face, where security has successively assassinated a tough big man. There seems to be no affiliation, and if a request is made using a specific method, however difficult the kill may be depending on the amount of the reward.

Even the sheriff's department in Vanessa has been on the blacklist for about a year now. The same goes for the killing arm, but it's always dummy information that gets grabbed even when national intelligence investigates, and the fact that from six months before the full investigation was launched to the present time, the identity is still unbroken is dangerous enough.

However, with all that arm, no one seems to be the same person in comparative analysis with the existing blacklist descriptors, and the Intelligence Agency still highlights them as large rookies.

Incidentally, the National Security Agency is the body that has broad powers of investigation and arrest in serious crimes related to national security, and furthermore protects dignitaries, making the National Intelligence Agency literally an intelligence agency. The bureaux are divided into more subdivided departments, but omitted here.

Vanessa, at one time, was on the investigative team for this assassination of Mr. K. In the process, I was supposed to know how to make contact with Mr. K and how to profile him.

Profiling stated that Mr. K sees the assassination industry as a complete business. There are no signs of the killer's modus operandi as simple as it was, but two shots into the steeple, sure to shoot him in and kill him. I don't leave pleasant offensive messages or make offensive statements. And he said he could see a workmanly policy that he would never stop until he succeeded, no matter how difficult it was, even if the contract was incorrect and the difficulty was jumping.

Mr. K is definitely a vicious murderer. But no matter how ruthless and outrageous a person is, only the covenant is a worker to abide by, no matter what.

If Kimberly betrays him, his people are wiped out, and an uninterrupted raid from his enemies comes before he joins up with backup from headquarters, he will be forced to flee, and he will not be able to escape isolation. Protecting Emily in such a situation required cutting even one hand.

Acceptance of the murder that comes with the escort - Vanessa's bitter choice. Once this matter is over, disciplinary action will be assured.

In the first place, I didn't know if I could get in touch with Mr. K or, if I could, if I was within range of being able to rendezvous immediately, and it was already a bet from there to see if he would respond to the contract hiding who he was.

Anyway, the request is for an escort. Naturally, you have to be near the escort target, and inevitably, that would mean exposing Mr. K's identity. It's also been analyzed as a disguised celebrity, but it's risky nonetheless.

Well, if you do a little research, you'll soon find out that your client is a government official, as well as Mr. K, who is resistant to intelligence warfare.

Therefore, Vanessa was contacted under the thin hope that she would somehow catch the reward, but unexpectedly, the response from Mr. K was "undertake". Vanessa was surprised, but with Mr. K basing his escort while hiding and the fact that he had demanded a lot of money, he made a one-off agreement.

(Even so, he revealed himself on that spot. I never thought you were still Japanese of a good age to be a boy...... Is it a disguise? For that matter, I have no idea even at this distance, and it just looks bare...... If it's a face, what the hell are you thinking)

It is difficult to escort indoors and away from home. It's not like we can protect it outdoors by sniping or anything. I should have known that from the beginning, too, Mr. K. So, maybe he was just conspiring, Vanessa was meeting with Emily to prepare for the use of the flash van and the jump downstairs.

Inside, he also considered the possibility that the profiling was wrong or that he was just a killer who was really vile to money. Vanessa had not discarded the possibility that Mr. K would strip herself of her fangs.

(Even now, it is possible that I am simulating it from my personality…)

Again, if you do your gaze at Chirali and the back mirror, Kosuke will say, "I finally saw this one!" I can see the expression shining like that. And then he sends eye contact to Vanessa as he turns his gaze toward Fluttershy Emily.

... an amazing assassin who is in trouble with one girl opponent and desperately seeks help.

(I don't know what that means...)

From the back seat, I said, "Hey, look, you got eyes on me now. Why the deviation!" He speaks in a small voice. I imagined Mr. K and, "Hey, hey. Don't ignore me.... No way, you're in the same car but out of consciousness...?" or the appearance of a Japanese boy whining in tears can't really tie in Vanessa.

"Um, Mr. K"

"! Not Mr. K, but what?

Speaking to Kosuke, who was a little happy to embark on himself, Vanessa tried again to ask him to turn him down earlier.

"I'm sorry, could you take the place of driving? It's getting a little hard on boulders."

"Huh? No, I told you earlier, because I, I can't drive, and I've never driven. I haven't got my license yet. I mean, even if I'm licensed in Japan, can I drive in a foreign country?

"... really, have you never driven?

"I don't. I've never even ridden the original. So I can't. I'm sorry you're hurt..."

"No, nothing, because the level of consciousness is fine, and the bleeding is stopped"

After escaping the old hotel, Vanessa and the others reached the car. At that time, Vanessa also had her own injuries and asked Kosuke to drive in preparation for the chase of something that had no major problem, but she had been turned down for the same reason she was now.

At first, Vanessa wondered if it meant joking or keeping herself free in case of battle, but still looking at Kosuke, who makes his eyebrows eight letters in an apologetic way, makes it seem true that he can't drive.

There can't be a Mr. K who has been carrying out VIP assassinations not only in the UK but around the world, such as not being able to drive a car...

(I mean, why, in this situation, do you deny that you are stubbornly Mr. K... What if you think you can hide who you are? No, no way......)

In Vanessa, Mr. K was becoming an idiot.

Just a little bit, Kosuke was right, "What if it's different? The idea came to mind," but the concealed shape to the awesome that no one would notice, the atmosphere accustomed to not being frightened when the muzzle was pointed, and the skill cut through just the ashtray of the hotel without even releasing a single shot of the bullet... I don't think any of them would be "ordinary people" etc.

Therefore, in Vanessa, Kosuke's impression only became too unmeshing, and he went to the assessment of "wonder" or "oddity".

No way, you wouldn't expect me to be used to guns because hidden shapes are a natural sad ability and you have people close to you who let go of rail guns. Also, I knew you wouldn't even think of not shooting a gun, simply because you don't have a gun or anything and you can't shoot...

Mr. K is an assassin. Kosuke is certainly an amazing assassin, but he's not Mr. K. An (...) assassin on Earth can do it and can't do it for granted. But if you're a killer and a training ground, you've got a lot of experience.

Thus, Vanessa's confusion over Kosuke's figure is applauded.

"Hey, I've been leaving you alone for a while, but what about this kid? Something about a grudge against me already sounds like a curse. My eyes are dead, but I'm starting to grin at something. Oh, now I'm laughing 'kekeke'!? Absolutely, something sucks!

Kosuke looks sideways with a freaked out and drawn look at Emily. Vanessa, seeing Emily still about to fall on the dark side, dared not, put aside the discomfort she felt for Kosuke and finally spoke to Emily.

"Dr. Grant. Cheer up. As I said then, the situation was the situation. It's not embarrassing."

"... Vanessa"

Emily holds a little light in her vain eyes and raises her face. Vanessa gazed at Emily over the back mirror, spinning even more comforting words as she slightly broke her faceless expression and loosened her eyes.

"Besides, didn't you even take a leak when you met me? Now -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

Correction, I spinned the stopping words. Kosuke said, "What do you want me to do about it?" and scratches in. Emily buried her face on her knees again, and now she felt small holding her head with both hands.

Slightly in the back seat, Vanessa manages to salvage it as she gets a slight, hurried look.

"It's okay, Dr. Grant. If me and Mr. K keep quiet, no one will know. What is unknown is the same as what is not."

Quite a riot. But to Emily's rough heart, it arrived as gentle as a cool breeze. Most importantly, if this is just Vanessa, to the opposite sex to the boulder, which is also known to the near-old opposite sex, then that would be mentally devastating. Yeah, that's not easy to break it off.

"So, but..."

Emily's gaze is directed at Hirosuke in a chilling manner. But as if to say that was supposed to happen, now Vanessa spoke comfortingly with a look on Doya's face.

"Dr. Grant. Rest assured. Mr. K is Japanese."

"Well, is that it?

"Japan has these words. -" Rather, it's a reward. "

"Duh, what does that mean?

Kosuke's "So, because it's not Mr. K. Because it's Kosuke," Emily leans her neck over Vanessa's words, which she complained gorgeously through. And Kosuke, who guessed the meaning of Vanessa's words, said, "Wait a minute!" but stop...

"If you've been made a beautiful girl, it means you're happy with anything, it's good for you. Yes, if they're beautiful girls, even if they step on steeples, beat them with goo, curse them with dirt, and pee on them! Rather, it means it's a reward!

"Nah, why not?!?

Genius girl Emily-Grant's unknown world. How deep is the Japanese business? A battle runs over Emily's expression. Kosuke said, "Stop it! Don't put it in a bundle with Japanese! screaming," but such things pass through magnificently, Vanessa continues her words.

"Dr. Grant. You are a beautiful girl. And Mr. K is Japanese. I mean, Mr. K, peed on by Dr. Grant, is ecstatic on the inside!

Exactly, perfect logic. There are no gaps! Vanessa closed her words of comfort by sniffing her nose unusually well.

"Therefore, Dr. Grant. Even if Mr. K took a huge leak while holding him, and even if that made him spooky, that's an unwanted reward for him. It's a loan. With that as his shield, if you tell him to keep quiet, he will gladly respond. No, rather, even to that order..."

"You shut the fuck up already! I mean, how do you know such a subculture -"

"Here we are, pervert. You, wow, my, wow - I'm so glad you called me. Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with you!

It was Kosuke, who blocked Vanessa's words, but shortly afterwards, she stuffed her voice with groans as Emily, who turned bright red in her face, grabbed Kosuke's collar and began to rock with gack-n-guck. Emily said, "Forget it! Forget it! Forget it! screaming," I rock Kosuke desperately.

I got a glimpse of the world out of common sense, and even the spirit of limit criticism, it seems, has finally become a half-indulgent state. Kosuke's back of the head is knocked at the door by a gong, but he never notices.

Furthermore,

"... Dr. Grant"

"What the fuck!

"I don't know, I don't know, trying to skip Mr. K's memory. But I don't..."

"So what!

"No, if you take the mount position that way... Dr. Grant hasn't even taken off his stockings, so Dr. Grant's" it "will stain Mr. K's clothes even more."

"Wouldn't Mr. K be even happier?

"You seem to want to make me a pervert. Fine, I'll buy you that fight! Get on the surface! Mecco, don't make me do this!

Baba and flying Emily hit the back of the head hard against the door, holding her head and depressing. At that time, the skirt is rolled and the subtly discolored black stockings wrapped around the thin legs are exposed, but Kosuke's consciousness was fortunately unnoticed because he was as suitable for Vanessa as a warrior who met his enemies.

Most importantly, Kosuke's trousers were stained with "it" as Vanessa warned...

The pain in the back of his head and the mourning voice of Emily, whose shame is Mach on that one of his own that has been stained again, and Kosuke's anger at Vanessa, "What the hell are you angry about?" and Vanessa leaning her neck...

Late night in the car fleeing continued during a run-down hotel - it was chaos.

A motel along the street with dazzling signs of flashy, stale neons. In one of the rooms was Vanessa in her upper body underwear and Kosuke, who dyed her cheeks subtly red right next to her.

"Huh."

"I'm sorry. Did it hurt?

"No problem. You're better than that."

"Well, that's about it. I had plenty of opportunities to practice."

"Sure, you're used to it"

Nothing, I'm not doing anything pathetic with you two. After entering the motel, Kosuke was dealing with Vanessa's side injury in the first aid kit.

Originally taught some first aid in Tortoise (in case you run out of magic and can't use restorative magic, taught), Kosuke's first aid skills are high because even after returning he remembered them in self-study and touring the battlefield medical field. It was also a personal trip home from touring the battlefield medical field.

Apply a hemostatic, apply a clean gauze and wrap the bandage around. In doing so, encourage recovery in a way that is just not in this world for a moment.

"Okay, here's the thing. The steeple is off, and no vital blood vessels have been damaged. You handled the bullets yourself. The first first aid was tight, so you'll be fine. But I'm worried about the infection, and it's not like it's a minor injury. We need to heal him early."

"I know. But now, I can't even say that. Though you've come, you can still say this one is isolated and helpless... at least we can't rest until reinforcements protect Dr. Grant"

"That's, well, maybe it is"

Vanessa, wearing a shirt with a harsh look on her face, turned her gaze to Kosuke, however, shortly afterwards with a slight bitter laugh.

"Nevertheless, you won't be able to move about 50% of the original, so going forward, Mr. K, it's going to be quite a burden,"

"... No, you know, I've told you many times, because I'm not Mr. K. Because it's Kosuke. Because I'm a Japanese student. This is the situation, and you should make contact again with the real Mr. K."

Vanessa tries to say the question she had about Kosuke, who doesn't admit to being Mr. K no matter what. With a clear eye, try to explore the sincerity of Mr. K.

but before that, a water noise called Shaaaa, which Kosuke was trying not to be aware of, stopped at the same time as the sound of turning the handle called cuckoo. Kosuke suddenly quiets down while reacting with Pickle. For some reason, I have a strangely nervous look... but I can't help it. Because it's a boy.

That way, over the thin door, I hear a slight leak in the vivid noise of Gasagoso and something...

"... why are you both so quiet?"

From the door that Emily opened only half, she glanced at her face only half surprised. Those eyes have a clear sense of vigilance. Mostly against Kosuke.

Kosuke turned to Pak after putting Emily in sight just up from the shower for a moment. It was vicious.

Emily is undoubtedly a beautiful girl. That's what she looked like when she lowered her damp hair and only wrapped her blouse and short skirt around her. The chest has about two buttons removed, revealing a clean neck. The black stockings, naturally, have not become dirty. In other words, Emily's thin, supple bare feet are exposed at all costs.

"It's nothing, Dr. Grant. I was just getting a stipend."

"Yes. Vanessa, are you okay? He was shot, right? Are you sure you're all right?

"Yeah, should I say fortunate to be unhappy? So far, I haven't felt the limit yet. It's not a life-threatening injury."

Emily rushes up to Vanessa barefoot with Peta and looks worried about Vanessa's injury as she gets up to bed.

At that time, Kosuke, who sighted Vanessa in the same way, noticed once again. Emily's skirt peeks into Vanessa's flank on all fours. The light bulb in the room is dim because it is warm, "the part" is not visible as dark...

(Wait, I threw away the dirty stockings, but then, the dirty underwear... what's up?

A current ran through Kosuke's spine. No way, no way...

"Yes... no?

Emily sits on the girl as she holds her skirt back with momentum that sounds like a humbuck. The face is dyed bright red, and the cat's eyes are hung up kickingly with shame and anger.

"Oh, no, what's that..."

"You can't help it! I'm not dry yet!

"A, hi"

"Mr. K, the boulder doesn't have too many delicacies right now."

"Hi, Memboknides"

The person who dramatically caught the leak pointed out no bread, but for once, she couldn't even honestly hit her anger because she was the one who was helping her, and her leak no bread daughter Emily got small with her head when she dived into the bed.

On the boulder, Kosuke, aware that he had been rude himself, leaked his thoughts, "You're such a small boy," while apologizing to Emily, who is shamefully trembling in the futon. Of course, on the inside.

"I'd like to discuss the future, would you mind?

In Kosuke's apology, Vanessa opened her mouth with a serious look when she saw Emily with her face right out of the futon like a vigilant burly cat.

In contrast to nodding Emily, Kosuke puts his hand up to stop him for a moment.

"Before you do, can you tell me first? Can't we get in touch with someone who can help you right now? Ever since I got here, I haven't been able to get in touch... and I kind of guessed that Mr. Vanessa is from a national organization, right? If you report to where you belong and ask for backup, why don't you?

That's a big premise as we move on. Kosuke helped them because Vanessa was about to be killed and Emily asked for help. To the boulder, Kosuke is not so broken up against others that he can pretend not to know that one person is about to be killed in front of him.

But at the same time, we can't keep helping Emily and Kimberly by turning them down as evil, even though we don't know what's going on. On that occasion, I had no choice but to flee with the two of them, but if Venessa had gotten her mates ready enough to confront the Kimberlies, I was just going to disappear.

That's why I just appealed for company before I heard the details...

"Dr. Grant, I'll tell you about that - [Berserk]. Are you sure?

"... Yep. Either way, it's past the stage of hiding. I don't mind."

"Hey here. What are you ignoring naturally? Go get some company."

Vanessa asked Emily (through Kosuke) in an atmosphere that seemed serious, and Emily agreed with a voice that seemed to disappear as she lay her eyes down (through Kosuke), whose expression bears a darker shadow than the shadow created by the crude bulbs in the room. Kosuke's shadow is fading.

Until now, Kosuke, who had only seen Emily, who was awkward, puffy, and puffy, while concerned that she had been so covered in dark shadows, said, "Hey, why don't you call your people? Hey, great," asks Vanessa.

"The beginning of the matter begins with the spill of a drug, a by-product of Dr. Grant's research - [Berserk] - to the outside world."

"I can't hear you. I can't hear you! I don't know about naming drugs like Kitchen II."

"[Berserk] - I'm talking about a powerful God warrior who ravages on the battlefield, without distinction of enemy allies, who has become the source of the Berserker (Mad Warrior). I don't know who put it on, but it's the name that fired the target inside. Anyway, [Berserk] is the worst medicine that will ever return a human being."

……

Next to Emily, who has a dark look with her knees, Kosuke blocks her ears and ears while sitting in gym in the same way. On such a Kosuke's ear, Vanessa's narrative poked at him as if to screw him, raising his voice.

"Dr. Grant is targeted by those who seek that knowledge. We, the NSA, have made a move... to destroy any team but me as a result of Kimberly's betrayal."

Are you remembering your people, Vanessa overlaps the words as she narrows her eyes slightly?

"Initially, I thought it was just Kimberly's betrayal... but now that I think about it, the more unnaturally I couldn't fulfill my rendezvous with support. That's also why I signed with you in case... Anyway, this situation is enough to make you think" or "about HQ. We can't easily contact headquarters until we're clear about that."

"Oh, yes. For once, you answered my question. But there was so much extra..."

Disappointed, Kosuke looked softly into heaven, rebelling in his head what he had heard.

At the end of his gaze are seeping ceilings of spots and healthy bulbs that diligently pay for the darkness of the night. Darkness at night that swallowed the dark stains of malice and the light of hope...... they seemed as if they were showing Emily and the others today.

I came to this country under the command of the Demon King who stumbled in, met them at a coffee shop where I stopped by chance, couldn't take the plane by chance, and they were in the hotel where I stumbled in.

What a fateful prank.

The world finds itself only at a time when the world's thinnest man bears such an unpleasant title.

That said,

"At the time I was summoned to another world, now I know."

Yes, for a line of demon kings who survived in that harsh world, such as being involved in such a case, surely, it was now.

"? Mr. K?

"What's going on?

Vanessa and Emily tilting their necks, not knowing what Kosuke's whining means.

He shook his head with a bitter laugh at both of them and said, "Nothing," and, daring not, it was difficult on his conscience to escape without even listening to them like this, Kosuke decided to listen to the two explanations.