◇ [Eve Speed] ◇
Eve Speed returned to the blood battlefield.
There was a carriage tucked away in front of the gate.
A familiar carriage.
It belongs to the Branch Manager of the Mercenary Alliance.
I could also confirm the carriage of the Duke of Zuan.
Tomorrow's blood battle is also an important battle for the operational side.
I guess I'm also having a meeting the day before.
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Walk through the gates and into the blood battlefield.
Residential area set up at the edge of the blood battlefield.
As a rule, blood fighters live here.
It doesn't cost money.
Meals are also provided.
It is an exceptional treatment compared to slavery.
But on the other hand, life is unknown tomorrow.
Blood fighters can be said to be giving their lives to get clothes and shelter.
Eve went through the hallway back to her room.
Sleep in your bedding when you come in.
She looked up at the ceiling.
(Chestrumbling, indistinct)
Not because tomorrow is the last blood fight.
The cause is obvious.
It's because I talked to that man named Hattie.
Talk about a blood fighter who was killed the day after he got his freedom.
Those who fought to buy back thinkers......
(Me and similar... that story about a dead blood fighter thinker...)
Was it all set up?
for the Duke of Zuan to get her.
The darkness of the lighted suspicion swells.
(Sometimes, he was talking about that kid)
"I can't wait to see her grow up."
"Hey, I'm looking forward to the future."
"But I only care that I miss you"
'Not yet. But I think we should all be independent without you.'
"Can you tell me you're a man I can trust?
I didn't care as much as I ever did.
(But...)
Now I learn to catch on.
With his eyes closed, Eve turned away her strays.
(Don't be confused...... this must be a scam set up by that man to get information on the witch......)
A man named Hattie.
He was a strange man.
I can't say polite waist.
I can also say that the Duke is more polite.
(And yet somehow I feel more honest about a guy named Hattie...)
Happily rethinking.
(Stupid)
Haven't even the Duke kept his word so far?
Besides, Eve has made a great contribution to the Duke.
It's been a huge boon to the owners.
(I fulfilled my duty to the owner in full. He should be satisfied, too. As much as mercy for previous contributions, it should hold…)
'Wasn't it really against yourself that you were throwing the word now?
That question of Hattie.
There was one change in my language along the way.
Eve noticed that later.
Something to believe.
Duke of Zuan.
Mercenary guild.
I first uttered those two names.
But along the way it had been replaced by another word.
(Yes... I noticed it was replaced by "World of Blood Fighting”. Duke of Zuan or, not a mercenary guild)
Lay down your posture.
(Inside, I don't believe in dukes or mercenary guilds - that kind of thing?
I can't quench my chest stiffness.
On the contrary, the bigger it gets over time.
Live in peace.
(So much so, is that what you want...)
Happy future I dreamed of.
(That child and I will live in peace secluded... I don't want to fight anymore...)
The battle to please the guests.
Battle as a spectacle.
The more brutally they killed, the happier the guests were.
I also got a lot of money proportionally.
But there is no longer the pride of a warrior there.
(I've been kept fighting because there was that kid)
Otherwise, I would have done myself harm a long time ago.
No longer has my pride as a leopard warrior vanished.
A warrior who has become a clown.
Still.
I was ready, and I kept fighting.
(But if... the Duke is after her...)
I'm getting sick.
I can see it's confusing.
Eve closed her eyes strongly.
However, drowsiness does not come to mind.
The cause is known.
…………
(I want to erase this suspicion)
When he got up from his bedding, Eve gently left the room.
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Eve was in the hallway upstairs on the blood battlefield.
The upstairs part has its own room in the Duke of Zuan.
There was one man standing in front of the Duke's chamber.
I, the captain of the army, Costello.
He is the belly of the Duke of Zuan.
He is a man with an iron-like impression.
I hear you've killed many people who defied the Duke.
He was also the one the citizens wanted as Eve's last blood fighter.
I mean, so strong a warrior.
There is no sign of anyone else around.
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I don't stick to the door because of Costello.
Eve put her back on the corner of the hallway.
I can't see it from Costello here.
This is a little far from the Duke's private room.
but the conversation sounded fine.
Leopards have better ears than humans.
If you stay away but concentrate, you can hear indoors.
It is also easy to sense human signs thanks to the ears.
I noticed Hattie and the others' tail because of their ears.
(Well, they seem to have noticed what I'm aware of.)
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Why am I here now?
Eve asked herself.
Yes - because I want to make sure.
See if I can really believe in the Duke or the guild.
At first I tried to visit the room and get confirmation directly.
If we win tomorrow, can we really be free?
That's what I tried to ask.
but I didn't.
Because I didn't think I'd tell the truth.
(I already suspect him or his mercenary guild...)
Focus your consciousness on your ears with a little surprise for you.
I heard an indoor conversation.
Eve had been listening to the conversation for a while.
Nothing suspicious.
Most of them seem to be final confirmations tomorrow.
Tomorrow's opponent looks somewhat stronger, but there's no problem.
Operators will naturally have a strong opponent.
(Phew...)
There is no such thing as a despicable plan.
I felt like I could grab my chest.
Horrible Eve tried to leave the scene.
"By the way - Eve Speed is on schedule, you're sure to die, right?
Pita.
Eve's leg stops.
"Absolutely. As always, I plan to take paralysis pills before the bloodshed."
That is what the Duke replied to the Branch Manager's question.
"Hehehe, take it as a ritual before the last blood battle." "That was a great idea."
A cup of ginger.
It's about the ritual booze you drink only before your last blood battle.
Drinking and moving around hard makes my thoughts dull.
The last blood battle is easy to lose your life.
It is also said that the cause is the influence of alcohol.
But it's a ritual arrangement, so I can't refuse.
Still, if it's about alcohol, it's fine.
Eve had confidence.
but it wasn't just alcohol.
(Was the medicine mixed in?)
My whole body hair goes upside down.
"It's the liver that's the weakening paralytic. Because it makes the audience uncomfortable if it's too strong a paralytic drug."
"What a customer wants to see is a pure killing without a small worker... if the small worker finds out, he won't drop the money generously. Man, being a rich little citizen is a hassle."
"Eve says he's not going to continue to be a blood fighter anymore?
"I asked him out... but he stuck me when I washed my legs already. I can't go on fighting like this anymore, or I haven't mentioned shit like that. I'm totally kidding."
"It's a waste. Not a lot of blood fighters know how to please their guests."
"I guess I can afford to fight like that because I'm too strong. No, but I might have spoiled the eagle a little too much. Ha... I have prepared a place to shine for a dirty little human being, but I didn't know I was going to work illegitimately..."
It's a beast, isn't it?
"But because of the beast, there is a good use for it."