The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

- So, when...

The moment I saw the silver flash, I twisted my body to the right reflexively.

Then a silver flash trajectories where the body was until earlier and pierces the floor.

The hem of the monastic garment was heavily torn, with raw feet peeking.

Luckily, however, the trauma was avoided.

Cold sweat tells his back, hoping he was even a moment late in judgment.

Is this an axe?... No, maybe Halvard?

Who can wield a heavy weapon so fast?

Ahead of Halvard is the white masked bent man.

He would be a mercenary to detect from his weapons and physical appearance.

You don't look like a knight or an assassin.

"Awesome black cat face lady.... you can have a lady, right? Do you understand if I kill you? Even so, I knew you'd be in my way."

Saying so, the man removed his mask.

On the face which appeared, I lay my face under my mask.

Mr. Sam... The gatekeeper is tentative.

Being quite an actress, though I can't tell you about people either.

Mr. Sam will kill me.

So I took off my mask and showed my face.

I pulled out my knife and stood in a battle.

I can't take that Halvard in particular.

But it would be much better than a round waist.

"Sergeant, what is it?!

You heard the noise, a few white masked men appear behind you.

The white masks brightened the area because of the lanterns they had.

"You're intruders. He's a black cat, but he's a rat, and if he can live or die, catch him alive."

Pinched...... what do we do?

Fighting is out of the question. You have no chance of winning at the time Mr. Sam is here.

Then run away.

In this, Mr. Sam is out of strength. Probably mercenaries from the war.

Breaking through from Mr. Sam is naturally harsh.

Chances are, going to the White Masks has a better chance of success.

- The operation has been decided!!

Before the attack arrives I throw the knife in a straight line to Mr. Sam.

Mr. Sam plays that in Halvard.

momentary time.

I wagered at that moment.

I took the smokescreen bullet out of my pocket and slammed it on the floor.

thereby filling the perimeter with white moya.

I rushed out to the white masks who were upset by the way it looked.

Slip between them and then disrespect one lantern.

Sam's pursuit time was also earned by the White Masks becoming walls.

And then...

Throw all the remaining smokescreen bullets out of your pockets and make a darker moya.

It's a narrow passage, it'll take time for Moya to clear up.

But it won't be a major obstacle to Mr. Sam, such as bad vision.

But what if it explodes?

And when I departed from the white Moya, I threw a lantern.

The moment the lantern was slammed to the floor and the glass splashed...

- Dokan.

There was a small explosion.

Smokescreen bullets are powdered with special particles.

They were ignited by a lantern fire and induced a dust explosion.

I ran at full speed, reassuring myself that the operation had been a success.

I can't be alarmed.

Escape - I just ordered myself to act that way.

Running through the entrained passage, there were signs of some people.

It's troublesome when we meet.

I raised my voice and cried out.

"'The unavailable ones, hurry to where the explosion occurred! The rats are out!!

That doesn't change the dimensions. Sam's voice.

Vocal cord modeling, a stunt with which I have absolute confidence in the field of acting.

The Lord of Signs seems to have headed in the direction of the explosion.

This buys me quite a bit of time.

I was unable to confirm the extent of the explosion, but I am grateful that some people have become incapacitated.

I ran through the aisle and gradually found a hidden door.

I want to get out of the ward aisle and avoid what I think is an intruder.

I don't know where it leads, but we'll have no choice but to get out of here now.

Open the hidden door and go up the stairs.

I pushed open the door like a tree lid that was ahead of me.

It smelled of mold there and there was dust on it to see if it hadn't been cleaned in years.

Could it be a storage unit?

From the state of dust, it looks like nobody's been in there in years.

The hidden door I found may be something that Sabat officials do not even know exists.

Especially since I don't want to go inside again from here.

Leaving the storeroom, it was the backyard of King's Metropolitan Church.

White dormitories are also close.

Fortunately, the trees are growing, which makes it convenient to hide yourself.

I will pass out my signs and go to the dormitory.

When I got near the dorm, I checked my surroundings and was relieved that no one had seen me.

Approaching the growing tree in front of my dorm room, gently ascending without making any noise.

Ha... I didn't know it would help to play a light street performer.

Not at all, it's something I don't understand.

Open the pre-locked window and enter the dorm room.

When I entered the room, I jumped first into bed.

"Wow, I thought I was gonna die"

Marquis, in a tone that was not all the others, I revealed.

If Marie sees you like this, she must tell me a small novel.

I fell asleep when the thread of tension was broken, remembering a little loneliness that Marie was not by my side.

It's been three days since I infiltrated Sabat.

I live my daily life as Ellen.

Apparently I have escaped.

But that was just luck.

I'd rather stay away from that stage for the time being.

Now, with a certain achievement of infiltrating Sabat, I decided to make a progress report to Edward.

I had a contact method prepared in advance.

That's why I have two letters in my hand.

One is a letter to Edward in disguise.

Another is a fan letter to popular writer Adolf Taylor.

In other words, it is camouflage.

Anne and Miriam were talking as they walked in the dorm trying to get a letter out.

It is strange to do so barely, so I called out to the two of them.

"Ann, Miriam, what's going on?

"Ah, Ellen. When I got home from work, Anne was there, and we were just having a little chat."

"What's wrong with Mr. Ellen?

"Uh, I was going to write to you."

I flickered a letter in front of both of them.

"Then you should put it in the red box on the front porch of the dorm. Mr. Cattleya will get it out later."

"I will."

I'd really like to get it out myself, but it's also troublesome to be suspicious.

I nodded honestly to Miriam.

"By the way, Mr. Ellen. Who did you write to?

"I wrote a fan letter to Taylor!

"During this time, I borrowed Taylor's book, didn't I? I really like it."

"But you have two, right? All right, love letter."

"Is it a love letter -"

"Huh!? That's not true."

"Wow... dubious. Let me see that!

A letter is taken from Miriam.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem insane enough to see what's inside. Although the address has been gagged.

"To Sieg... man, he's definitely a man! You're a lover!!

Zeke and I, of course, are non-existent people, created to communicate with Edward.

It's impossible to be such a non-existent person and lover, but I'll affirm it because it's going to be more trouble to deny it.

"Yeah......"

"What kind of person are you?

"Oh, I'm from the same orphanage, but I'm smart and now I work for a big chamber of commerce. He's so sweet."

I spoke to the two of you about the proper Zeke setup.

"Uh, so? What did you write in the letter? You even promised me a date?

"Uh."

Afterwards, Anne teased me when I was stuffed by Miriam with a niggling smile.

The next day, virtual dating stories and Sieg's information were known to patients, as well as inside the dorm.

Rumors are horrible.