Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Finished ending the ninja, the usual mogmog.

This tastes different from both knights and bandits.

Do humans change their taste depending on the job?

Maybe if it was a pastry chef or something, it'd be delicious, wouldn't it?

and well, leave the silly delusions alone.

I have to put this drop on exactly.

Which idiot sent the ninja?

Eighty-nine in ten. I guess that old man.

Ask how the old man is staying in the city with a thousand eyes.

Even at midnight like this, I'm still walking around busily with the lights on in my room.

You saw a squire, said something, and they're yelling back at you the other way around.

Uh, he said it would annoy the neighborhood if I let him out at midnight like that out loud.

But it's clearly suspicious behavior, and you're already the killer of this guy.

Whoever did this would be fine, right?

Because I'm not our famous detective, and I'm not a good guy.

I have all the depression I've ever had, and I guess that's enough in case this guy isn't the killer.

All you have to do then is find the real killer again and kill him.

Operate invisible threads stretched across the city.

It is invisibly thin so it can easily enter the room through the window clearance.

Gently wrap it around your old man's leg so they don't notice it as it is.

All right, now, let's activate the poison attack.

It's a poisonous attack that would otherwise work best by breaking into your body, but even contact is slightly damaging.

The old man's status is no different than that of the average person, rather slightly weaker than that, so if my ultra-powerful fierce attack, contact damage is enough.

The old man falls flat.

Feel like Dosa, without even taking passivity.

Uh, you went from the back of your head.

Ouch.

Well, you're not gonna feel any pain anymore.

A squire rushing over to the old man.

I desperately try to wake my old man's body up with a yusa shake.

Unfortunately, the person won't wake up anymore.

The squire's upset. Recover the thread that was tangled in his leg in the gap.

Hehe.

I have to say it's a perfect assassination.

Not so many people can even see it's an assassination.

Not to mention the one you don't think I killed.

Exactly perfect.

Completely criminalized.

Beautiful as I am.

Well, the intruders are gone, and let's go to sleep.

It also has the effect of sleep invalidation. I have abnormal invalidity, so I don't need to get some sleep, but it's a matter of mood.

Happy to sleep well.

Eat. Sleep.

After all, a healthy life has a healthy spirit.

Good night, then.

Good morning.

Hmm.

A refreshing wake-up call last night because I finished one job.

Things are going to be good today.

I wonder what happened after the old man died?

View the city mansion where your old man was based.

That old man, what the hell, rented a room in the middle of the city for a bloodsucker's home and used it?

I know that means you had all that power, but when you die, it doesn't mean anything about power.

He said that if money, honor, power, dies, there will be no ex, no children.

What's going on in the mansion feels like a rush.

A bloodsucker's fatherly man is giving instructions to his servants looking tired.

Could it be that you've been awake ever since?

Well, there's been a mysterious death in your mansion.

You got knocked up in the middle of the night, and you've been sleeping. You've been moving around shortly.

Thank you very much.

I mean, there are brighter blue-faced people than that tired looking mayor.

Those old followers.

Brilliant face pale enough to be dying already.

Awesome.

Humans get so blue in the face.

I've never seen a human face turn bright blue like that comic book.

Most of the people who confronted me were blue-faced, but not so far.

My husband died suddenly and the killer suspected me?

No, you're not.

I can't help but suspect that if you're a squire who was there yesterday, but the others weren't in the room, and I don't know why they're all turning blue.

You think it's your turn to die next?

That sounds like it, but after one night, nothing's happened, so it seems like it's time to settle down.

Every time the mayor talks to them, he's still freaking out and talking about something.

Honestly, what happened?

Simply because my husband died doesn't mean it's that bright blue.

I'm concerned.

But I don't know the details because I don't know the words.

Mmm.

It's inconvenient that you don't understand the words.

D could have been a little more distracted and made about a language translation feature.

It is hard to say that only system-related is translated.

Well, if the system was even a word in this world, I'd pack it, and I'd appreciate it there.

If you keep making the city's wiretaps routine, you're going to find out someday, but you don't know when that day will be.

Now I know a few words.

Mostly confectionery and fruit names though.

At this rate, it's going to take at least a year.

Oh, how many days does a year in this world mean on Earth?

I don't even know that.

Hmm.

Can't you learn the language quickly?

I wish I had that kind of skill.

I don't have it.

And when I was thinking about that, I suddenly heard a heavenly voice (tentative).

"Individuals, individuals in Xana Holois, Queen Taratect integrated"

Yes?