Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Well, let's talk about it." Kudels's low voice resounds in an old inn.

Although the outside was still bright, the window curtains had been closed and only the lights of Cantera were illuminating the room. A magic circle shining slightly on the floor. In the middle, a man was thrown with his limbs tied. The magic circle is probably to keep your voice out.

"Where did you get information about our actions?" But the man shuts his mouth and speaks nothing. But Kudels nodded greatly.

"Well, yes. You're a professional assassin, albeit a third-class. You'll choose to die if you get the information right away, and you're training for torture in the first place."

It's like giving up on interrogation, but it's too early to judge. Rather, there is no pleasure when the mouth is broken so easily .... The assassin once saw a man who gladly tortured while saying such words. Is the gloomy big man in front of him just such a person?

"Well? Have you ever thought that there is a blame in this world that you can't even imagine?"

Oh, was this man a very horrible hobby? Then you should kill your life as soon as possible. The more you struggle, the longer you will suffer.

"Oh, don't worry, other people are confused about the information you already want to know. I'm asking you to make sure there are no lies."

Cold sweat floated on the assassin's spine and flowed down to the waist. What terrible torture has your friends been openly talking about? No, it's a lie for a confession?

"If you don't worry, there's no pain. I guess I'm not going to do such a savage thing." I picked it up.

"Did you know? The human body is able to withstand pain, but not with pleasure. Now, let me tell you stimulation beyond human limits. Yo ... "

Along with the demon's chanting, a pink spark pops at the tip of the stick. The assassin understood instinctively. ――This is an absolutely intolerable guy.

"No, no ..." "Kaffana strongly recommended that you blame your ass for some reason, but I don't want to see the ass of a bastard, so I'll start from my chest. It should have been a little earlier. "Kudels pressed the tip of the rod into the most sensitive part of his chest, as if to speak of tomorrow's weather.

"It was a terrible scream. So how was it?" "Oh, Dolce. It's the same. I didn't have any information that could lead to the identification of the person who sent the information. Is a third-rate, but the people who move behind it seem to be quite good. "

The assassins who had been captured and killed seem to have been quite poor. There's no noticeable information, and we don't even know if all the assassins hired by Fayefei have been cleared. The situation seems to be completely behind me.

"Either way, there's no doubt that information about your actions is leaking from somewhere, and that's probably what we're talking about here, too. At least during the discussion The information was leaking. "

But Kudels shakes his head

"No, it can be wasted as long as you don't know the other's intelligence, because it's impossible to see if the enemy's eyes and ears are lurking where you've traveled."

With that said, Dolce reminded me of the trouble of this situation. The fact that the information is confusing to the opponent is also unpleasant, but if you do not know the identity of the enemy or the method of collecting the information, you do not know how to take measures.

"The first thing we need to do is break this situation, so let's unleash the intelligence in this area where the eyes and ears of the enemy are sure to hide." How to look for ... "

Dolcez is at a loss, but Kudels uttered such a speech as if nothing.

"Let's call Bella Thor and Moral. Unlike me, who is not good at detecting, they are good at their hands." "But the other party is God? What will you do ... "

In the first place, the idea of calling on the gods is not ordinary. However, if you say that, the black wakame big man in front of you is a fairy tale resident.

"It's good to say that there is something I can't solve. If they do, they will work. It's the same with God and people who want to feel superior."

But Dolcez is reluctant to do so.

"But, why isn't Mr. Kudels's face standing?" "I don't care about my face. I'm not so stupid that I'm stuck with stupid sentiment and mistaken priorities."

That being said, Dolcez cannot be strongly opposed. After confirming that Dolcez had accepted his opinion, Kudels sent a white butterfly and sent a message to the two gods.