My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

The number of knights retained exceeded ninety.

There are one hundred and fifty-six servants in various positions and fifteen dignitaries.

From the first to the fourth floor, and to the rooftop, Ayle ran through at once.

Servants who still work, servants who are already asleep.

The knights who are off like they work during the day, as well as the knights who are moving in the night shift.

As a gear that moves the country, both dignitaries and civilians are chased by the paperwork to this hour.

As one person, without exception, the humans contacted and encountered have dropped to the bottom of their sleep and become powerless.

(... Sounds like you've managed to get enough)

The strings on my left arm are considerably less already.

I've planted a lot of insurance.

I guess the prospect of "about two hundred people in the castle" anticipated in advance preparation was sweet. It's a form of inexperience exposed.

Well, there will be fewer people with experience with this.

(Even with some errors, you're about ten more people)

Not a hundred knights have gone yet.

And where Ayle hasn't turned yet, it's just a handful more.

Some detachment that there are queens and other royalties and around the private room of the second prince.

At this point, I can't go around outside anymore due to time, so it looks like it's time to head to the last place.

(I wish I could get better)

But there wouldn't be such a sweet story either, I thought, and Ayle ran out to the corner of the third floor - toward the private room of the second prince.

- Ayle's prediction, soon after this, will be a solid hit.

- Nah.

From the abyss of "Summoning Magic," which was set to be invoked at any time, the voice of the cat (Nero) echoed in his head.

The cat says.

Someone is watching (...), and.

"... Huh!

Ayle, who was running down the hallway, sticks to the wall reflexively and crouches in.

Kill more small breaths from the source and circle your gaze around the area where no one is supposed to be.

There are no signs.

There's nothing in sight.

Well, then...

Ayle hasn't given out a "number" in a long time.

"Materialization" has already set up something for defense, so it needed some other way to figure it out.

As for "numbers," I stopped using them much since I started thinking that relying too much on "glasses" was going to make me weak.

You must be able to measure the strength of your opponent with your skin and senses without relying on it. With that in mind, I have refrained from using it as much as possible.

Ever since I learned about "magic degeneration" and secrets, I've also gained the accuracy to feel them, so I barely used them anymore yesterday - but it seems like it's been a long time since I've been here.

"-"

A bug named Chills crawls behind his neck.

He's here.

"0," which had not been confirmed, surrounds itself.

On the ceiling, too.

Even behind a passage with no prospect of sinking into the dark night.

Even outside a window with a light moonlight plugged in.

I was able to confirm the number of ten "zeros".

Each has its own distance - but it probably keeps the distance that Ayle can sense.

(... I thought maybe you'd be here.)

Nastiara wasn't the only one who was raising assassins.

That's right.

Wise Leavant, old butler Daska, servant Ami, and the instructors.

If there are only so many users in Nastiara, then in times of war, Nastiara has united the world.

They also raise assassins in other countries to counter assassins.

It's such a big case that royalty would be involved, I thought if there was one, it would always be involved...

(Ten. Ten people while I didn't notice. I was being watched. Since when?... probably right into the castle, or)

I can't stop sweating cold.

Besides the time limit, there was a threat - and I'm so terrified that I never realized it before. If they had set up an assassination, would they have been able to avoid it?

(One person found me, kept watching me while I called for backup, so far? Ten. Ten....... there are a lot of ten......)

Around the thought, Ayle runs out again.

- The time to get lost and stop is not on schedule for tonight.

Out in the courtyard.

The ground floor is already after control, so no one is coming.

Stand in the middle of a well maintained, promising lawn.

Not that wide, but, well, enough.

This will make sense.

I know you're watching, Ayle's voiceless claim.

Without waiting long enough, ten people appeared to surround Ayle.

And the last one we've met, the eleventh.

"- You're young. Is she a woman?... No, is she a man?

An old man dressed like an aristocrat with an eyelid in his left eye. Is it about the same age as Weiss?

Dressed as a woman, she sees Ayle wearing "masked glasses" and is slightly unable to grasp her identity.

(Oh, that's not good)

Unfortunately - as much as Weiss, his arms are going to stand.

The ten people around them are also dangerous, but the last guy in the eyelid who has come and spoken up feels the danger of a slightly different digit.

Reflectively, as bad as I think.

If I dare to see it in "numbers," even the notation "0" or higher seems "visible" enough.

I guess he is the leader of the shadows of Barbarant.

The style and arms are impeccable.

"You'll understand as much as you don't have a winning eye anymore. Take the mask."

Ayle strokes his head desperately, mopping his left arm.

How to break this situation.

How can we get through the shadows of Barbarant?

The winning percentage is "0" - but since Ayle is not going to fight and win in the first place, he can't count on "numbers" anymore.

Because if you get out for a moment with a reading, you can win with it.

"You're still young, and you have good arms. It's a shame to scatter so many arms for no reason.

Get off.

I'll honor you for not killing anyone and I promise I will never do anything wrong. "

The back of my neck bothers me.

I'm not even supposed to be killer yet, but my one-eyed eye that looks at me seems to be showing off the death right there.

"... that I am not willing to obey. Is that what you want me to think?

The sign of a one-eyed man changes to Ayle, who doesn't talk about anything and doesn't respond to anything.

"Is that okay?

Ayle doesn't answer.

- Before I snuck into the royal castle, I thought about the possibility of this kind of flow. If you want to pull here, I haven't drunk this story since the beginning.

(Speaking of which, Hydra said)

At a time like this, I remember that word Hydra said two years ago.

- You and me, I feel like we're dealing with work in a similar way.

No matter how reluctant or disgusting you are, if you still accept, you will try to do everything in your power to get to things. I try to do it perfect.

Then I try to do my job without hesitation in a scene where I have to choose whether to risk my life or escape.

I am. How's Ayle?

I made fun of it then.

I think it would make fun of me even if they asked me now.

(I thought you weren't the type to punch your life into work)

But apparently, Hydra's perceived self is a better hit than her perceived self.

- sneak into the royal castle, think about the possibility of this happening, and if this actually happens.

Because I still didn't have a choice but to leave.

"Do it."

A one-eyed man, drawn to Ayle's will, quietly, gave only one word of order.

Ten shadows strike in a courtyard with pale moonlight plunging in.

The shadows watched the girl in the mask move all the time.

Be transparent.

Call the demon.

I can sneak in through small gaps.

I can run the wall.

And make the touched faint.

I don't know how many "qualities" I have.

No, maybe even those have some sort of liaison.

I want to capture them alive and uncover their secrets if I can.

But - at the same time, I feel threatened.

He snuck into the royal castle of a single country and, within a short time, dominated and showed more than two-thirds. Without being discovered.

Isn't it better to kill him here for the future of Barbarant than to capture him alive badly?

Neither the shadows, nor even the one-eyed man shortly after he gave the order, could abandon the stray...

- And think.

"Gu!?

The moment I stepped on the lawn.

One shadow body floated with a small shocking sound echoing in his belly - without being missed that desperate gap, the girl touched him and he lost consciousness.

At the same time, the girl threw something as she drew the shadow forcefully into the shield of other shadows coming towards her.

A string.

He threw dozens of strings, wrapped around his left arm, to spread.

"... Huh!?

"What the... ah"

The two shadows that avoided them fell unconscious the moment the string touched them.

"-!"

With the girl's voiceless temper, she threw the first shadow she was catching.

The goal was, by chance, the shadows that were hardening the three of us.

Naturally, avoid scattering. I don't work out in such a way that I'm upset to this extent.

but.

Due to the use of one hand to avoid, the two avoided in the same direction could not react to the girl's meaty flesh.

Quiet back.

The movement stops.

It was a quiet night from the beginning, but deeper silence comes than that.

The shadows of Barbarant thought.

seconds of things, with only one hand of action, half were hunted.

Live or slaughter.

I finally figured out that wasn't the easiest person to choose from.