Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

I got permission from the princess to leave the castle.

I was reunited with Share yesterday and was invited to Sahaja, so I thought about it a little bit.

I don't want to bother the princess.

This is, of course, the primary reason. But that's not all.

That's what I was wondering about the Sahaja guys.

Are you after the princess, or is it Prince Wang? It is also possible that he is a completely irrelevant person.

But it doesn't matter how much I think about it. I'm not sure, and from what I've imagined, that's just a guess. I wanted certainty.

That's where I remembered the existence of the safe house.

I used it when I belonged to the assassin guild 'Red', so to speak, like a branch of the guild. It is placed securely or somewhat in each country. It certainly exists in this country, and I was on my way there now.

"That's quite a long way..."

If we keep it too close to the King's Capital, we might lose our existence. In some cases, the safe houses were set up to be less visible near the border. The kingdom of Wilhelm is vast. It's quite a distance to the border. To buy some time and distance, I was aiming for the place in the shortest possible time while using Hiyuma's secret tricks.

To be honest, I'm not so hopeful.

I thought it was very unlikely there would be a safe house left.

My crushing of Red would have disbanded the Alliance.

I definitely killed all the guys I was packing at HQ, but naturally the guys at the branch stay.

It is normal for a 'red' devastation communication to be made and abandon the scene, considering that they have already returned home, but it cannot be said that they have not been reprocessed and may not have been left behind. Maybe they don't even get in touch and the members stay put.

Then it's well worth a visit. If you don't know I destroyed the Alliance, this is still the former head of 'Red'. It would be possible to know whether it would be top secret.

If you think it's your chance to get an update on Sahaja, you didn't have the option not to go.

"I can't tell the princess."

Squeeze as you move quickly.

He accepted my past, but he's still a young lady. I know boulders don't like bloody things.

Try not to tell Alliance related stories except for the minimum required.

I decided that myself at the beginning, and I honestly think it's amazing about the princess who somehow guesses it and allows me to move freely.

"You have a surprisingly large vessel..."

I fully believe in what I do and allow myself to move freely without listening deeply.

That's hard to do.

I am trusted. If I can figure that out, this one will change the way I feel. If we get enough Lord to serve, it will be the same for everyone who wants to live up to their expectations.

The princess does have some detours, but I think she has more qualities to stand on top than that. No, a detour might be one of the qualities. This is the kind of lord that makes me think that this one has to be careful.

It's quite a crowded temperament originally. It definitely brings all sorts of people where they don't know. My fiancée, Prince Wang, would also have a mouth that was hit by a sole. I'm drowning up to rumors, and I'm letting the princess in. If you're all in love with me, it's fine where I left off for a little while. You should never allow anyone but yourself to approach the princess. That's the reassurance, and this is how I've been traveling -.

"It must have been around here..."

Enter the village near the border with Sahaja and look around.

Wilhelm's lair existed further in the corner of this despicable village. Explore your own memories and turn your feet to the place.

It must have looked like an abalone house. As I walked with that in mind, I saw a fire column rising from around where I thought it was a destination.

"Huh!? What?

I have a bad feeling and run out. I hurried to the scene and the exact place I was going to was burning in flames.

"... are you serious..."

It was a step too late.

Definitely. It was the Sahaja people who did this.

It's also the job behind it, a man who makes the same assassination as me a business.

It was something I didn't even have to think about.

Because there's absolutely no sign of people around. I put everything out, and then I lit it, and I knew it wasn't explained.

Oh, and exhale.

What a bad time. You said you remembered the existence of a safe house because of it, but you didn't expect it to crush you just before you got there.

While I was disappointed, I wanted to double sigh at the signs of further drift.

"... more than that, it's you again."

If I had no choice but to speak, a slightly older young man, who looked familiar from the back of the burning barn, put on his face.

Long black priestly clothing. The rosary of the trademark reverse cross is illuminated by flames.

The cat-eyed man, who came out relaxed without a strain, smiled happily when he saw me.

"You were late. Cain."

I didn't have to tell you - it was a black traitor, a share.

◇ ◇ ◇

The fire was covering the house and trying to burn everything down.

I stare lightly at the man with his face as he looks sideways at the burning flames.

The man, who is probably the killer, laughs with no regard at all.

"Share..."

"Ya, it's been yesterday. It's strange to see you here."

I gave a thoughtful look to Share, one hand up with a smile on his face.

"I'm having an odd time telling you it was too late.... I don't have a good taste in getting ahead or anything"

Saying so, Sharet waved hastily that he was different.

"I hope you don't get me wrong. This is a real coincidence, isn't it? Even I heard it last night."

"Talk about burning down the 'red' lair?

That's what I asked, and Sharet twisted his neck with his arms around Mmm.

"I don't know. As a matter of fact, I didn't do this. Mostly not pretty, is it? I can't believe I burned it. I'm just a spectator. Executor's gone."

……

"Oh, you don't believe that eye. You're in real trouble. That's why I didn't want to be a courier. Why did our master say that? You know, you might know that, but I don't burn targets. It's against my policy."

"You may have caught your neck and set it on fire."

"I won't do it! It's not beautiful."

Maybe what he's saying is true. I thought so, but with my mouth I was releasing the exact opposite word.

Share with me like that is desperate to deny.

"I'm not sophisticated at all! I don't want you to do this with me. But wait a minute. Because I'm bringing the guy who did this now. I can't stand to be misunderstood."

"No, I don't need to bring him in."

"But!"

Return a denial to a puffy and angry share for some reason that you don't want it.

I want you to spare me that hassle. I just want to go home if I can't get any information here.

"Uh, okay, okay. You're telling me it wasn't you who did this. Because I believe you. So stop bothering me."

"... really? Can you believe it wasn't me?

"Believe, believe"

Nothing. Either way. If that's what you think, then it's okay. Sharet put his hand on his chest and exhaled with relief.

"Good. I wondered what Cain would do if he thought it was my job. So? I felt your signs, so I waited for you not to go home, but what brings you all this way?

"Nothing. Until I stopped by because I remembered the existence of this place. You're the one who does what black does after red."

If I told him back, Sharet nodded with a translation face.

"Well, you're going to have to. Someone killed everyone in HQ. It's no wonder we don't have anyone to talk to."

"Well... well"

If you ask me, I'm convinced.

But did I need to get this far?

"Why did you set it on fire instead of just killing it? You didn't have to go that far, did you?

"That's not my point. Whatever. But, well, wasn't that one of the materials you wanted to hide?

"Share... what do you know"

I feel hooked on a share line that suggests something.

When I asked him if he thought so, he laughed with his index finger on his lip, saying it was a secret.

I'm sick of tricks that just make me sick even when a man does it.

"But if Cain's coming this way, I'll tell you. 'Cause that's how we get along. There is no hiding from you, my companion. [M] I'll tell you whatever you want. You want to come over here?

"... Didn't you give up soliciting?

Stepping back to the obvious invitation, Sharet approached the other way around.

I heard the sound of stepping on the grass and the flames burning slightly louder.

"It may be a shame for you, but it's going on admirably. Keep going until you change your mind. [M] The client is persistent, too, isn't he? I wish I could honestly give up because they're shaking me once. Persistent men don't like you. But it's a fascinating story for me to have you on this side, too. Well, I was wondering if I could hang out with him, and I'm still asking him out like this."

"Who goes. I will never go back to my guild."

"For that, we were trying to use a safe house, weren't we? Hey, why is that? I'm curious."

"... that would be a story that has nothing to do with you"

When I showed rejection with a hard voice, my share was light in addition to my thoughts.

"Sure. It's not fair to ask for information only from you even though I don't teach you anything either, is it? Yeah, okay. Don't ask."

Now, with that said, Sharet suddenly became faceless, turning only his neck to the left.

The characteristic cat's eyes narrow. I lay down my shoulders on a share that began to create signs specific to the assassin.

"... didn't you say something about a courier"

I was naturally aware that there were signs for one person in the direction where Sharet's gaze diverged. That's what I'm after.

So I was going to give it back at the stage where I've been attacking.

Sharet answers my words pale with no expression.

"... I should have. Unfortunately, the executive has returned, so he will be my target. I told him to finish them all off so much, but I can't believe he was there to clean one up... oh Cain. Don't get your hands on me, okay? This is my job."

"... I'll defend myself"

"Of course. If you won't stab me in the stops, that's enough."

"Okay."

"Thanks. I guess I was right to stay when this happens. I almost had a lot of trouble twice."

I snorted at Sherat's words saying it was work. I have no desire to disturb you.

I mean it when I say I rather don't want to get involved.

His target is probably the survivor of the safe house.

There was a small forest ahead where Sharet stared, and its entrance was in deep prosperity. Even though my place is already cracked, the killing spirit directed at me won't go away.

If you really wanted to kill me, all you had to do was sigh.

When I thought about it, I was never liked, even if I was hated.

Of course I'm the one who killed so many people at work and destroyed 'Red'. Though I remember being resented like a mountain.

I got my head in a low mood.

I just wanted to end it, so I purposefully make gaps and hang invitations to make it easy to attack.

The guy who was in a hurry missed his desk and popped out with a rash.

"Die, Reaper!

"... bad. That's not why."

Lightly avoid a sword wave that would probably be a blow all over you.

Instead of Jill, the Alliance Master, he's got skills that aren't even at the feet of the guys at HQ. Is it natural to say that most people who were originally placed in safe houses were not strong enough?

He avoided the sword with minimal movement, stayed behind, gained momentum and turned and kicked in.

You didn't think you'd be fought back, the man who was damaged by Direct hit a standing tree at the forest entrance and crawled unnecessarily through the ground without even being able to take a passive.

"Gu...... kuha"

I guess the shock to my back held my breath for a second. Put your hands on the ground and stare at this one as you gasp for pain.

That mouth spat a grudge against me, even as I sought to breathe.

"How dare you... how dare you kill my brother...!

"Oh... you know what?"

Most of us who belong to the Olda Assassin Alliance are war orphans. It's not uncommon to lose a parent and be picked up by a guild for each brother. Probably means this guy's brother was stuffed at headquarters.

Then I'm definitely the one who should be resented by this guy. Did you just say you were upset?

Convinced, I turn back to the man and open my mouth as if I were frightened.

I don't think the average person can help complaining, but I don't just want to be told by this guy who is a musina in the same hole.

If you're packing a safe house, it's not like you're not doing your job.

"... not my brother-in-law, but you knew this would happen one day after I decided to become an assassin. Someone's going to kill someone. Karma. Of course I'm not the exception, and I don't think I can get away with it. I'm just not right now.... Unlike you"

"What...? Ahhh!!"

Cover your shoulders.

The man didn't seem to notice, but already behind it, the share had moved without making a sound.

Both hands had black gloves on them at some point, like silver glowing yarn.

The thinning thread moves beautifully as if it were willing, wrapping it loosely around the target's neck. It was an instant event.

"It's time for prayer. Come on, you're one of my mother's collections, too?

Thread is drawn from both with words. The man's neck and torso were completely separated at the next moment, even though he didn't seem to have put that much effort into it. Keep an eye out for a little while on that hand.

... Is this the modus operandi of a black apostate?

An unknowingly exclamatory exhale leaked into the wasteless movement of the first share to be seen.

Push the neck that flew into space into the leather bag that they had prepared. We did that like flow work, and Sharet looked back and laughed at this one.

Of course I haven't bathed a single piece of blood back. It was brilliant.

"Please wait. Hey, how was my Sigoto?

I look back and my eyes shine brightly. I accidentally blew it out on the look of expecting something.

You're a kid. No matter how you look at it, it's an older habit than mine.

"Good arm. You use an unusual weapon."

If I told him that concisely, Sharet nodded satisfactorily.

"Yes! Will you think so? Good. I wondered what Cain would do if he thought I was immature. Oh, this weapon, it belongs to Irvern in the south. Maybe I'm the only one who uses it in Black."

I'll be asking questions about my share of the weapons I use. Interesting is the fact. I thought it was something that used a sword or something for assassins.

"I've never seen it before. Is that yarn?

"It's a kind of wire that's thinned to the extreme. Made with Irvern specific technology. Even when it comes to wire, it's pretty soft, and you're free to manipulate it like a yarn. It's hard to handle for that, though. But it's extremely convenient. As I've just seen, it's easy to mow people's necks."

The share that laughs proudly that it's a weapon for me is off somewhere.

But I'm probably just as deviant from being able to participate normally in that story.

I am conscious, but I couldn't help it now because this feeling has become a part of me as early as possible, and I didn't want to fix it.

"What's Cain's weapon? I've seen you throw knives many times. It's not your weapon."

"Is that me?

If you dare, it's two swords that are also the shape of my father. I have always worn it since I signed with the princess. Later it's Hiyuma's secret...

"Come on? I can use basically anything. I'm not particularly limited to this."

"Yeah. You're an all-mighty. But I wonder if that sounds like Cain again."

Speaking in memory of the style of the assassin days, the share seemed somewhat but convinced.

"Well, I have to go. I've done my errands. It was good to see you today. There's an unexpected encounter."

"... are you going back to the country?

I had a bad feeling, and if I asked so, Sharet narrowed his eyes and shook his head "Come on".

"I can say yes, or no. It is my employer and guild master who decides what I do. But you are. I feel like I'm going to see you again soon."

……

"Oh, you don't have to look like that! Be a little happy."

Why should I be happy to meet with an amazing assassin? There was no way I wanted to meet someone who used a troublesome weapon.

"Target is"

When asked briefly, he was openly flaunted.

"That's why you said you couldn't answer, right? Even you don't reveal what you want to know, there's no way I'm gonna tell you anything."

"... well, yes"

I turned my back as I said.

I don't need you here anymore. I fully understand that Sharet is a professional.

There's zero chance he'll attack me right now.

"Cain? Where are you going?

I don't look back on the share asking strangely.

I just said the facts.

"You're going home."

"... yeah"

Share what you thought, laughing in an unpleasant voice.

I could see that his signs diminished.

"... I knew you were. That's what he said."

"Huh?"

That one?

I look back when I'm worried about the last squeal.

But there's no one there. Instead, a sheet of flickering white paper falls.

Grab it reflexively and find out what it says. That said, I had predictions.

After all, there were used sorcery formations depicted there.

Once in a while, but as long as the necessary magic is passed, anyone can use the drawn sorcery formations, the surgical paper.

I grabbed hold of it when I read through the procedure.

"Return magic..."

Where the hell did you fly?

The unpleasant feeling turns into certainty. I definitely don't feel like I'm going to see Sharet again.

And that's when he's the enemy.

What's his aim? No, you're not. It's the aim of Sharet's employer.

What is the king of Sahaja after and how does he intend to move? That's what I want to know.

"Damn, I didn't know anything after all..."

What do I do? How do I know what they're after?

I thought of it as a grunt and squeezed my head off.

"... Let's go home first..."

Otherwise, the princess worries.

After I leave for now. Go home...... then -.

"I knew I had to rely on my grandmother..."

I sighed in a gloomy mood while activating Hiyuma's secret.