Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

"So... shall we move on to action with such a gesture?"

"Mm-hmm. Now there's no pull. Just in case, only some of the hard-mouthed people, including Asterios, were informed about one of the intruders, making sure to significantly strengthen the ties. Keep in mind the vicinity so that no harm is done to the students."

"All you have to do is find it and broil it out. And if you loosen the choker seal a little longer, we can intercept it as well as the enemy."

"Please shut up. It's a good word only for those who have faith in it."

Such conversations take place in the midst of a jungle where no one is present. Some people were unknowingly close, but instincts were about to complain that there was a shitty danger lurking ahead of them before they could hear the story, and they just left the scene without knowing what it meant.

"Now let's get started. The next two tripods will have Sophie, so I want to get rid of any suspicious people on the property before they start."

The afternoon competition is still at the beginning. The sporting event, where conspiracy, fanaticism and willingness to kill swirled, was about to usher in good fortune.

Private school athletic events, misplaced by guests, the three men pretending to be ordinary people at first glance (...) look for and find the girls who are their goals while grasping the situation around them.

(Confirm target)

(Fulfill the mission from this)

In the hand that can be snuck in the nose, the feeling of dark vessels such as dagger patterns and flying needles (hishin) widens. Sinking into the back of his emotionless eyes and expression so that he could not understand his clear intent to kill, the three slowly approach to fit the two girls with white hair (...) within the bounds of an ambush.

If you're going to raise the anxiety material, you're going to be the adventurers who rub it all around you. Why the hell are they so gathered... I don't know the sweet words a certain witch has spread. There is no reason for them to know. Even with information on events that take place as they do every year, it has to be said that they were placed in a bad environment in order to understand the sudden changes that took place.

(No problem whatsoever)

But as things stand, there's no way they care about their existence. I was also confident that it was.

Originally, the fields differed from their own predominantly assassination missions targeting humans to adventurers whose demonic crusades make up the bulk of their work. Among the many adventurers who only know the intent to kill in a straight line, none will notice an individual hiding a hidden intent to kill in this crowd.

(Our mission is to (...) kill the target in lieu of life)

If you kill two targets here, the boulder adventurers won't even notice or shut up. But still, there's no problem. It was sent out with that intention more than the original, and that's the perception that's normal for them.

In fact, they have a poison planted in their back teeth. It is a poison extracted from the fangs of a nine-headed serpent that boasts tremendous melting power, allowing even a very small amount of the body of one human being to easily melt like mud and not allow any individual to be identified by the use of witchcraft.

There are also sorceries that extract information by identifying residual thoughts from the luggage, but residual thoughts do not settle unless such sorceries are possessed for some time. Therefore, magic activation cannot be established. It's all new that I procured just before I came to the kingdom to avoid giving my luggage any information either.

Whether the mandate fails or succeeds by this, we do not create any unfavourable situation for our Lord. It is best as an assassin not to give information that the murderer was there, but if it is not possible to do so, he will not hesitate to harm himself.... they were born and lived that way.

(Target was captured in range. Mission Execution)

One sits in a chair and openly refuses, and one gathers at the student's entrance gate for a colloquial conversation with his classmate. Later, towards its thin neck, the magic of manipulating the refractive index of light to disappear, the moment Invisible tried to throw a granted dark vessel and bloom a blossom of blood, the three figures came from the spot...... from the premises of a private school...... disappeared from that world.

"What is this place?

"Cause unknown. incomprehensible"

The three of them were in jail, surrounded by stone walls and intricately entranced like a labyrinth. Something like a trace of blood creeps up there, and the cold wind blows like midwinter while still in the season where the remnants of summer remain... in that kind of hellish place.

It didn't take long to realize that this was due to some sort of sorcery, that is, that we were distracted from the existence of ourselves. The blink of time would be about a second... at that moment when I immediately tried to move to an alert position -.

"Hey--?"

His whole body was finely sliced shortly after he reacted to the sword held by Reaper, who ran through like a disease with his long, white hair leaping.

Severe pain running all over your body. A piece of flesh that was a splashing torso and his own head rolling away from it. The man who saw the sight understood that he himself had been finely sliced from his neck down, but at the same time seemed puzzled.

Death row inmates say they remain conscious for a few seconds even if they are caught in the head, but they are too conscious for that. Maybe that's what an emotionless spirit educated to accept death makes you think so, but it should be normal that it's already desperate now, a few seconds after you were beheaded before that.

"Kuh...!

Around, the torso is grated, and the flesh pieces of the two fellows, whose heads have been severed, are rolling. I couldn't help but hide my surprise that we were stunned without being able to do anything. Still, this man tried to chew up the poison bag he planted in his back teeth even though it was only his neck... but I don't feel the poison bag that should be in his back teeth.

"... it seems poisonous that you were planting it in your back teeth. I could see it."

"He's still like an assassin in the main business. I am well trained not to leave evidence in case of failure. But it's not all hard work either."

The pale eyes, the red eyes burning with brilliance and anger, and the martial bone sword in his hand… Shirley, who holds the Nerve of the Underworld (Ephetum), steps on the man's head as he asks the Canary, who transferred the poison at hand with metastatic magic.

A man who blinds himself to the presence of a cautious person who fits the information. We were confident that we could scratch the two of us and accomplish our goals, but we didn't think this would be easy to get back at.

"Then I will see Sophie compete early. The moment I unlocked The Seven Heavens Cage..."

"Should we bring these guys out so no one understands? I know. I know."

We realize that we have failed. But it hasn't failed until the mission. Because this operation is a corrugated attack… even if they are repelled, they also have the option of being able to attack again and again by letting the difference in number of people say something.

For the most part, the side that intercepts the assassins is warned that once they repel the assassins, they will be safe. If we do not reveal our numbers, we do not reveal the Lord. If we can withstand the severe pain of being torn apart all over our bodies, no matter what kind of torture -.

"Oh, if you keep your mouth shut, you won't see any sweet fantasies."

Shirley advises so as to interrupt the thought of such a man.

"Because she's far more cruel and cruel than I am."

Canary gives a full smile. I don't know why, but when I looked up at that face, the mind of a man I never remembered feeling emotions or anything like before did shake.

"It's okay. Don't be so frightened. Even with a heart of nothingness, I'll make you an honest man who wants to talk about anything while crying and begging for forgiveness right now."

"Is that it? Mr. Shirley, you were pretty late, weren't you?

"Sophie will be here soon."

"Yeah, I needed a little help. You may get out again and again after this, but you will always return to your daughter."

"Is something wrong?

"A little security related. But don't worry. There are no slight problems with the progress of the sporting events."

Shirley sets up the projector again as if nothing had happened earlier. Kyle and I also started to wonder if there was a problem if we were going to be so sure, and decided to watch the game with a lot of people, but there was no sign that it would start even at the scheduled time. I wondered what was wrong with Sophie and the others around the entrance gate.

'Huh! Why did you say I had white hair with Baba?

'So you're saying it's gray hair!?

I rub something around Marco and Sophie. When I was wondering what the hell was going on, Leia supplemented me with a long ear shaking piccolorly.

"Two tripods in this school, you get three pairs out of one class and do it in a relay ceremony, right? But Sophie said that the two kids competing in her class couldn't get out because they were ill and injured. Because Sophie and that noisy boy are the ones who can't get out anymore..."

"Looks like we're talking about getting them together."

"What..............................!?

Due to their properties, it is more important to keep pace than to walk. Yet why put those two unfriendly people together? Clarify your ears and listen carefully, apparently a pair of first runners are going to solve the difference in numbers by running around another.

But there's no way we can just strain that pair... and as a result, even if it's not compatible, Sophie and Marco work together.

(Oh my god......! What a terrible thing to see Sophie work with that mean Marco boy... before that, a man or woman who hasn't even grown up yet would snuggle up on her body like that. Imitate...!?

I got a mess in my head. Shirley's wish to avoid that and take it to a good drop is also empty, and Marco and Sophie are going to put together to get out.

'I'm telling you, if you run on your own, you can't, can you? Align your right leg with your left leg while speaking properly......'

"Hey! Why do I have to match you?" All you have to do is fit me -!? '

"? What's wrong?

'Yes, no... something, something terrible cold... and it's like I have to do what you say...? Is that it?'

The decision cannot be overridden by Shirley's authority at the earliest opportunity. If so, at the very least, we can do everything we can as a mother to help Sophie feel comfortable concentrating on the competition… i.e. we have no choice but to control Marco with one kill, who scorns Sophie for his tyrannical behavior, without any sorcery.

- - What happens if I fall and let my daughter get hurt... you know what I mean?

The killing intent, which is only concentrated and released against Marco, binds and manipulates his actions. Every time he tried to ramble against Sophie at all or run without matching Sophie, he was prefetched the behavior by Shirley, and he felt like even a cold sword plugged into his back, and Marco was always running with a blue face.

"Sophie's turn has come to an end, and I'm going to take off my seat a little bit."

"That? Again?

And (except for Marco, who had a mysterious mental exhaustion) the successful competition is over. Marco was in the way, to be honest, but again this time Sharley, who was so fierce that his fingers could hold a great picture of him centered around his daughter, disappeared from the spot leaving behind a particle of golden magic light (...), its remnants.