I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

It was a dark shop there.

It may not be in a good position to be underground, but the number of lights and the amount of light to illuminate a space where there is no room for light to impinge is overwhelmingly insufficient. Quite a bit of brightness is maintained either for manual work or just around the counter where the store owner stands. but a little away from there, dark darkness crawls from underfoot.

The tall figurines, positioned as if to block the light over the counter, wrap the sparsely seated guests in their own shadows.

Those who prefer such a place also sit in a gloomy atmosphere somewhere, so “dark” shops on top of everything, including places and people.

This is one of the dark industries, the dark business nest, commonly known as the Obscure House.

He who is truly alive is the first store not to be visited.

"There you are."

Inside the dark store, a muscle of light plunged in.

The owner (master) of the department who wants to welcome the elderly makes a low voice without even looking at the customer.

The person presumed to be a man with footsteps added to his upper back or shoulder-width moves his arm under his cape as he walks, grabbing out a bag of cloth with some coins. Puts it on the counter at the same time as it passes in front of the master and disappears silently into the darkness in the back.

When the old shopkeeper handily checks the contents of the cloth placed, he drops his gaze on hand again as if nothing had happened, causing his job to resume.

"Misfortune shop”?

A man who put together a dark cloak of color and hid the top part from his nose tip with a hood of the same color tells a small man to bury himself in the shadow of a figurine.

The person wearing a cloth from his head, like a man, shakes his head once vertically, with his face hidden.

"There's one woman I want you to eliminate. If you have our status card as proof, we'll give you this as a reward. What do you say?"

That being said, the man places the pieces of paper with the amount inscribed on a narrow table of area standing between them.

All this money for one woman should fall into the breaking category. The person who thinks a colorful reply leaks out of his mouth immediately or names a misfortune shop doesn't look down at the paper because he thinks there is something about the amount.

This worker apparently needs another voice of push, the man says in a bitter voice.

"I didn't mean to have an incompetent subordinate, but I lost to a helpless woman with a town girl flair. The last one made a noise a while ago."

To them like that, the man snorted at Hun.

"No blade, no poison, no magic, no curse will reach that daughter as one. That's all. They're going to slip through the eyes of the surveillance and go missing at some point, even if they can't predict when they're alone. It would be a totally stupid story. Is there a profession (professional) to be scattered by the woman of the scallop?"

Apparently the man is quite dissatisfied, and his mouth spins the words without closing.

This business sometimes depends on the amount of information it gives to its opponents. So whoever lives here, without exception, has a strong mouth. Or pretending to be a light mouth and putting a little truth (True) in a massive amount of lies. The person who opens his mouth easily, no matter who he is or where, disappears without setting aside time to do so. That's where the dark industry is, and in a way, the elimination looks more beautiful than any other industry.

The unfortunate man who surrenders himself to the dark shadow observes the current situation, the condition of the man who seems to have lost sight of himself, and not to be understood.

"It also seems silly that only my daughter will have me at the head. So I was hoping to ask you to eliminate the woman.... a godforsaken“ unhappy man ”would be perfect for a godforsaken lucky man (Berlina)"

Are you sober enough to say it out, the man finally regains his composure.

"I'll give you 1/10 of that as an advance"

So the man says, again, "What do you say?" Ask.

The person with his hips down on the chair remained uninformed in appearance and voice and snorted one stiff.

We have a contract.

The sooner the job was done, putting aside the souvenir, the man went back down the aisle, which came with a refreshing foothold.

With his gaze behind him, the unhappy man glances at the forehead of the gold placed on the table. As the client said, he pushed it into the item bag under the cloth to make sure it was exactly 1/10 the amount of the success reward. The paper containing the information of the target person pushes it in the same way, and the unhappy man rises without sound.

He crosses the store owner silently and hands on the door that leads to the outside world.

Inside the dark store, a muscle of light plunged in.

"Maido."

The master of the facade, who wanted to welcome the elderly, shrugged in a low voice without even looking at the guests.