Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Wow, still a beautiful cut..."

Alley in town. When I touched a body that had been thrown away to hide people's eyes, I raised my mouth.

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The order came in after this afternoon. I was rather upset when she interrupted my conversation with my mother. [M]

"What? Another job? I don't want to work for a while. You've been working too hard here."

'Don't say that. You're the only one I can ask. "

Distance is a long way from using a chant.

That's why I'm talking using the surgical paper given to me by the guild, but the person in the conversation repeats the same word over and over again from earlier.

I'm the only one who can, if I tell you so, you still think I'll listen. I'm not that cheap.

"I refuse. About what? I even bothered to use surgical paper. You wasted one. Besides, I'm with my mother now. I didn't want you to put in a request for at least another week."

"The traitor..."

"I'm a sharer."

'Pagan, it's the only job you can do. This is my order to be Alliance Master. And you're telling me you still can't ask?

"It's sloppy, the way you say it"

I tried to appeal to my existence on a whim, but it was ignored.

That's good because that's what I expected.

I'm not a 'share', I'm a 'apostate'.

Hopefully he will continue to be a traitor.

I've known that since I was given this name.

Since then, my name has been a traitor, not a sharer.

"So, what do you want me to do?

"It's over."

When I heard the job description, I bent my mouth to the letter to.

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I was ordered to use a pre-prepared transfer gate and to come back to this country.

That said, it doesn't mean a long stay. This is really just the end of the story.

Recovery assignments that can't even be called the end of the day. If that's all it takes, it's Doron.

Time was already close to midnight.

Kill the signs and approach the place you were taught. Even though it was late at night, many men believed to be guards were staring sharply at them.

Exhales like that. Today is not a killing mission. I don't have any souvenirs for my mother.

I'm just gonna end this.

I thought there had been more missions like this lately. I used to only kill.

I know why.

Cain presence. Because he's in Wilhelm. If you confront him, it's probably because I'm the only one who can fight properly. That's why I'm chosen.

"... if I could see Cain, I'd be happy to leave."

I take the medicine out of my nostalgia that I had prepared while blurring.

Medicine commonly used in Sahaja's Assassin Guild.

I checked the direction of the wind and it fluttered gently.

After a while, I can see the depression and the guards starting to fall asleep.

I made sure that the medicine started to work and I slipped out of the shadows.

When you smell this medicine made from flower pollen called "Dream Flowers," it blurs the boundaries between reality and dreams so that no matter what happens in front of you, you don't know exactly what's going on.

Pass between guards. There is no doubt in my voice to blame. Everyone's eyes are blurred without focus. Ignored them and reached where you were looking for them.

Where the bodies are kept together.

It is the remains of the victims of the battle that took place in this place today.

Find the person you're looking for, checking each and every one of them. I quickly found her because she was dressed differently than the loose ends.

First of all, these two.

A member of our guild. We have to erase their tracks.

You don't have to worry about it there because I didn't let you have something that you could tell you were originally an Alliance person, but still I don't know where I can get the information from.

Raise one hand and give a signal, and from within the darkness, four men come out. Two at a time, he was carrying two large hemp bags on his shoulders. I can tell there's a pretty big one inside.

When they got near me, they opened the hemp bag in a familiar move. Proceed quickly with the work.

I was just staring at it. [M]

After less than a few minutes of work, the four men take on two hemp bags each again.

Let them go first, and I'll move the place to the next.

The truth is, I was ordered to retrieve the kettle, but it looks like you've already been transported.

They said I could leave it if it wasn't on the scene beforehand, so I give up on that altogether.

"You can't even identify an individual, right? Well, I guess so."

It sounds like a rare piece of magic, but I don't even know whose collection it is.

Therefore, even if it is made of Sahaja, there is no particular obstacle.

The important thing is to hide our involvement in this case.

We're not going to let "Black" take the fall.

Can't wait for us to do this. [M] So just erase the trace.

Leave the guards alone. After a while, the medicine will fall out anyway. I just think I was dreaming. There will be no sequelae, and you won't remember anything about this one.

"Next... more"

The other one later, had to put the end to it.

I wouldn't mind that if I were alive, but maybe I wouldn't.

Then you should have already heard from me.

"I don't know if he's around here... but he was killed on the way out."

Looks like all the others just now were killed by Prince Wang.

But there was no one in it to look for. When it does, it is normal to think that someone killed you ahead of you on the run. The fact that the guards have not found us is not an official of the Royal Palace.

There's no way our guild's assassins are going to have to be killed by ordinary people.

The conclusion was drawn immediately.

"... is that you? Cain."

It's the first time I've noticed it in my voice.

I don't even think it's my own, a bouncing voice.

Maybe I'll see him, what a thought.

You call me by name, the only one who recognizes me as me, being.

What would he do? Think.

If I were him - what would I do if I killed the assassin who attacked me? Maybe my buddy should come pick up the body. Then...

"- Oh, I knew it"

Ursu dark alley. I laughed at the body hidden so that only the same assassin could tell. As I thought, it's his job.

He pulled the body and identified the wound. Looks like he was using a sword, not a knife today. A sigh of admiration leaks into the beautiful incision. The only thing that seems pretty about what someone else killed is his job.

"You're really an all-mighty. It's beautiful."

Look at the wound inadvertently. I can see you stopped your breath with one blow. It's so fun to see his relentlessness in the attack aimed at the steeple.

I'm so glad to know that he remains an assassin, even if he leaves the guild.

- And yet.

"You won't come to me..."

Though I wanted to work with you. Apparently, that won't happen.

Then that's it. I would like to try it as a target someday.

"Fine, clean it up"

Away from the body, I command you so.

Now you two, come out behind me. Stuffed the body in an empty hemp bag with familiar hands.

This is all we need.

Watch the two of them take charge of the hemp bag and withdraw, looking up at the blurry sky.

Tonight is the full moon. Red, red moon.

Blood color. Yours, color.

"Too bad. I missed you. Cain."

I even came to the corner of Wilhelm. I missed you at first sight.

I wanted you to call me by my name.

No one calls me my real name anymore.

As I was somewhat immersed in sentiment, one piece of surgical paper that I had sneaked into my nostrils glowed.

Take it out with a hand you're used to and put magic through the paper.

The magic formations that were depicted received magic and glowed faintly.

"The transgressor. Come back.... work. '

Keep an eye out for just a little bit.

But I nodded quickly.

"Okay. I'll be there tomorrow."

If I noticed, I was grinning softly.

Get some details and end the conversation. The used surgical paper burned up beautifully with a magical flame.

"Finally, ah..."

Looks like the plan is finally starting. That means my wish may come true.

"Oh, you can't be blurry."

I can't stand still.

I made a good run for it.

Hurry up, we have to get back soon.

That was the only thing that occupied my head.

There's nothing else to think about anymore.

All I do is play the role I've been given for me.

Because that's what I swore then.

Because that's what I swore to my mother.

Running through town like a fever.

- - I didn't care about the red moon anymore.