Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Empress Oriana left it to the guards, and I ran up the spiral stairs holding the "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" with all my might.

There's no one who can just follow me - Levan's the hardest at work, but not even half of this one has come yet - and I climbed to the top floor in seconds, and I saw the heavily built door of the poke open, and I kept my posture low and jumped into the room like I was rolling.

So what I saw was...

"Yikes! Lady's Etsy!!

Shadow Lang (Kaguro), who is holding behind a middle-aged man who seems to be working with a pair of pants, looked like he didn't have one either.

"- What... I'm doing! What about you?

It was reflexively slashed with "The Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)," but it was then pulled back into the back of the room.

To that applause, maybe, the collapsed middle-aged man - this would be the talking Nantka chairman - had a earthy complexion and was not breathing, no matter how he looked.

But resuscitation should also be possible if he is still dead and hasn't been long.

"Oh, it's been half an hour since I killed him, so resuscitation's impossible. Mostly you can't use your skills in this tower."

I ran my gaze on the corpse, but I guess that's all I noticed about this intent, and I was prompted, "Come on, come on, do what you want."

Shaq, but I put Mr. Shadowloon down, and I can't even hold this body outside the tower to confirm it, so Resurrection declined to focus on Mr. Shadowloon.

"What does this mean? Is it okay if you framed me from the start with this intention and interpreted it? I don't think he killed this old man reflexively with his passion."

Saying so, Mr. Shadowloon scratched his head like he was in trouble.

"... lady, when they say the excuse I thought about earlier, I get stuck in a story"

"Who's the client?! What kind of person would kill this President Batten?!"

I know I'm not willing to talk decently, so I talk unilaterally so I don't fit into the pace with them anyway.

"Ma'am, it's not Batten, it's Valdem... I only hit Ba"

"Go away. You're a dead man, so you don't care what your name is!

"... what a beast your daughter is."

I don't want the assassin petitioner to tell me!

"Well, for now, the tip is that there may not be any people who would benefit, but if it were a prison death or a passenger death, there would be people who would not lose money."

"… is that about the Grand Duchy of Youth, which is currently negotiating a ransom?

When he realized, even Oriana, Asmina, and Lyna, the samurai, stood breathless at the entrance, in a way protected by Levan and the guards.

- Ah, well, why are you following me? Even though it makes for an extra pair of feet!

I eventually moved my body to an overlapping position on the axis line between Mr. Shadowloon and the entrance.

I suppose you naturally realize my intentions. Shadowloon smiled bitterly in the face of 'It's a lot'.

"Well, there's confidentiality around here, so you can't reveal it."

Turn to the Crown Princess, Mr. Shadow Lang shrugging his shoulders.

"The Levans' raid on the prime minister's orders didn't go well, so they broke the contract along the way, and you're naturally lying that you're working part-time with it, right?

In response to my question with confirmation, Mr. Shadowloon waved his patter in front of his face with a seemingly out-of-heart face.

At the same time, Empress Oriana did her hand on the brooch of her chest with a stiff face.

"No, no, you can't lie to your daughter yourself. I don't mind that I attacked a line of envoys from the Cres Alliance, but it's true that Warren's old man fired me halfway for letting that boy go... and that's why I don't have an in-laws to tell you. This is a huge loss. So when I was looking for another part-time job, they asked me to do this job, and I was looking for a chance."

"So you knew about the hidden passage to the palace or something. - But then you couldn't have raided alone?

He looks sinister at Asmina's inquiry, which has pinched his mouth.

"However, at first, I plan to accompany you in" stealth "when looking around and eating, but I refused because the effect of this tower's consumer witchcraft (Ireis) is quite half-effect, and it looks perfectly clear when you approach 5 meters."

"... then why don't you kill the guards who have the keys and take them?

Shadow Lang is embarrassed by the sound of a slight blame on Asmina on her face that she doesn't feel comfortable.

"What do you think people's lives are? It's irreplaceable. Don't tell me to kill it easily or anything."

"- You say that!!"

I nod very seriously at Levan's cry.

"Yes, I say. Let me tell you something. That certainly kills people in business. I trample on my honorable life. But I've never taken my life lightly due to pleasure, hatred, sudden anger, etc., nor have I side-by-side killed a beauty phrase saying it's an honor. I know you don't deserve to talk about morality, but killing people as a means to your main purpose is the end of the line."

Ugh... Liar Kusa - - WHAT!!!

That's what they all thought, but what they're saying is so decent and serious, it made it hard to get a scratch into the atmosphere.

This is who I am, isn't it? I don't know if what you're saying is true or false, but you have a strange policy and you can't hate it...

"... well, I guess I figured out the general flow. So it was a long way off, but he acted with us, and he went out of his way to be imprisoned."

"That's the thing. I checked up to the hole in my ass, and then I had a pair of pants, and I didn't think they'd throw me in."

That's how you got out of jail a lot.

"I see. Then it's time for you to be ready."

I waved "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)".

"Or will you revamp and tell me all about the mastermind?

Well, I guess not - as I thought, Mr. Shadowloon shook his head to the side.

"As I said before, I can't talk about my next husband. Be patient, young lady."

"Right. Then we won't hesitate to talk to each other."

"Heh. Thank you so much for worrying about this and really making me cry"

Shadowloon bowed his head lightly, drawing precisely on the sincerity of my words, such as "I will abandon my love and kill each other now".

Then we face each other with a serious look.

Mr. Shadowloon's back is a wall, and if you're trying to escape, you'll have to shoot me out or you'll have to go to the only entrance and exit of this prison.

I looked right behind me, but just as Empress Oriana and Lyna let me back down, and before that a guard stood and stood at the entrance and exit in the form Levan guarded. Asmina is behind those two steps.

With this attitude, I can deal with Mr. Shadowloon without worrying about his back. We can't use our skills, but that's mutual. If it's a bump from the front, it should be almost mutual.

And it was still Mr. Shadow Lang who took the lead.

For a moment, the moment I turned my attention behind my back, I was about to intercept Shadowloon, who jumped in the air, clutching a tablecloth on a heavy table where the toe of his foot was in the room, throwing just the movement of his ankle.

The white fabric that blocked the bulge and spread out in front of me was cut off diagonally - there were a few pens there that were already missing Mr. Shadowloon's appearance and instead came straight ahead like a backsword.

reflexively,

"- It's at your feet!

Levan's attention flew, and when he looked at it all the way, there was Mr. Shadowloon trying to run through it in a crawling position like a spider.

"This one."

Momentum spinning in the air cut off 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)' into a hanging.

Mr. Shadow Lang, who stood it down in an inverted way. Plus the force of your arms alone jumps from the spot to the entrance and exit at once.

"Chi!

Levan fluttered up into the air trying to intercept it while I was out of shape for a moment.

Shortly before that kick hit Mr. Shadowloon,

"Iron Mouse!

Particles of light popped out of its chest, turning it into a steel-colored, halibut-like monster.

- Shadow Lang's submissive demon (pet)!?

Shit, these hands! That's how Bo and Levan chewed up their lips and Shadow Lang was convinced of the victory at that moment,

"Hari, please!

In response to Asmina's cry, Spiritual Beast Hari, like a flying ocho, captured Mr. Shadowloon's submissive demon (pet), an iron rat (tezo), in the air and instantly chewed his throat out.

"What an asshole!?

Levan's kick was decided on the flank of Mr. Shadowloon, and he was slapped on the floor and rolled.

The moment I rose up with a gentle groan, a cut of the sword grew from Mr. Shadowloom's chest along with the dull sound of 'Zubu'.

Needless to say, it's my "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" body pierced from behind.

"Oh man..."

Levan's full elbow slammed directly from the front into Shadow Lang's heart as he tried to look back with his face that he had no choice but to crush his ribs and stab him in the stop.

Leena, a samurai watching away, quickly stepped down the spiral staircase holding her mouth down with a pale face to the tragic condition of Shadow Lang, who fell and lay low with all her blood on her body.

Well, normal nerves would do that.

Don't look pale, but don't tremble, I guess the audacity of the Empress Oriana who stays on the spot is special.

I sighed and checked Shadow Lang's body.

HP is 0. The state is also labeled 'Death'. You're completely dead.

"... are you done?

I nodded to Oriana to see what was going on in the dreaded room, protected by the guards.

"Right.... In the end, just because I confessed earlier, I couldn't take any more testimony that the Chancellor had made me assault Cress's envoy."

"Don't worry about that. This brooch is a recording device, so the earlier testimony should be recorded. This would suffice."

The princess confidently hands on the brooch on her chest.

Speaking of magic equipment, you could use it in the tower. I see, there's no loophole.

"And as for Valdem, I'm going to die of illness in prison, so can you please keep it to yourself?

Oriana pushes herself just in case she sees the faces of everyone who was on the spot feeling sorry for herself.

No way. Hostages from other countries that were quarantined inside the royal palace have been assassinated, because you can't tell if your mouth is torn. It would be a natural consideration.

On top of that, even though the luggage deposited by the Chancellor's faction, it killed it, so I guess it's a double ordeal as far as she's concerned because it created a stain.

Naturally, everyone nodded.

"That and the body of this assassin, but in conjunction with the earlier testimony, I'd like to treat it as an evidentiary property - only from the neck to the top - but I can't force you about this one, so I'll leave it to Her Majesty's discretion"

Well, that's a reasonable decision. Because image and audio recording aren't the only weaknesses. It would be one set with all the severed necks.

"I don't mind. You can use it if it helps. Well, if I could, my body wouldn't be wild, and I'd appreciate it if you could make a tomb somewhere."

To my suggestion, Empress Oriana snorted firmly and promised me.

"Okay. Not exactly publicly, but we'll get back to you after we bury the body."

"Oh, please."

Well, I'd like to offer you some flowers for your grave.

... Speaking of which, I wonder if they buried me somewhere after I died.

I just want to believe that I was given about a flower at the crime scene right after the accident... no, can I do any more now?

"- This is where the later begins and ends. Would you all please return to the outhouse for once?

"Right. You don't want to stay in a bloody place like this for long."

I nodded and followed the Empress and I left the room behind.

Levan, too, was satisfied that he had fought his fellow enemies with his own hands, closed his eyes and sighed loudly, walking out with Asmina.

Shortly before I left the room, I was not sure if I would speak to Shadowloon's body, but I did not think of anything, so I silently followed the scene.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Not long after they all went outside the tower, the door of the cell where Shadow Lang had first entered slowly opened, from which one woman in a samurai appeared.

What you are wearing is the same as Lyna who was there earlier, but the contents are as if they were someone else - or not even human, a daughter of an elf with long ears, golden green hair.

The elf looked around again and went up the spiral stairs early enough to make sure it wasn't completely popular.

Confirming what was going on inside the special isolation room on the top floor, he kicked Shadow Lang's body with his fingertips and leaned back, seemingly smearing with a ridiculous mixed smile, removing the elaborately sculpted bottle from nowhere and spreading its contents unwrought on the submerged heart area.

As soon as possible, Shadow Lang's body was repaired like a reverse of the video,

"- Ugh..."

The resuscitated Shadow Lang took a big, deep breath and woke up his torso.

"That's a resuscitation pill for expensive billing items. That works a lot."

As the contents disappeared, so did the bottle of the body, Elf's daughter shrugging her shoulders with her empty hands.

"Is that Mr. Acha? Sorry to bother you all."

"Absolutely. You're so troubled, I almost got the effect of a" puzzle card "along the way, I've had a lot to mislead."

"Really? By the way, from that costume, I think it was that princess's maid that Acha was turning into, where was she replaced?

"Oh, I'm all alone on the way to get a guard, so I'll see you then."

When I heard that, Shadow Lang's expression faintly darkened.

"... did you kill him?

"Sort of. The corpse didn't leave any bones to feed the devil, so I think he'll be deluded for a while. Anything can take the form of today's retirement in shock. You're good at that, aren't you?...... hmm. What, you didn't mean your speech earlier, did you? Mr. Assassin."

………… Hurry and flee before the guards arrive to confirm the scene. I know where the example is, and I got the keys. "

"Good. Then we have to make sure Scarlet Snow doesn't notice."

From the storage back I removed from under my skirt, I changed Shadow Lang's clothes and an elf called Acha that takes out what looks like a man's corpse that looks a lot like Shadow Lang.

"Were you even prepared for such a mon?

Shadowloon asks with a somewhat grumpy look as he dresses up for his usual outfit.

"Of course. We have to be thorough."

With that said, "Could it have been something like this," an elf daughter who stabs and wounds a corpse with a flat face and makes a blow mark.

I just got a satisfactory situation the whole way.

"Well, let's just get back to it, 'cause we have our next job."

I encouraged Shadow Lang to carry the back.

"... hey"

Following her just after the room, Shadowloon, with his legs on the entrance and exit, looked back into the room with a look very similar to Scarlet Snow earlier and ran out with a sigh.