The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

Where were you born? Who are the parents? What is the name?

I didn't know it was normal to know.

By the time I got my mind on it, I was already at the assassin's nursery, which apparently made it look like an orphanage.

My name is 328. It was just a symbol.

In the orphanage we call it training and kill each other with brothers we were close to until yesterday.

To survive, kill people not to be skipped dinner.

It was a place where that would happen for granted.

At first we tried to get along with our brothers in the same situation, but the next day we would no longer have brothers who were close, and new brothers would be replenished.

If I repeat that, I stopped thinking about stupid things like getting along with my brothers.

Whenever my hands stained with blood, I also found out that this was not normal, only in a narrow world.

By the time I was called the orphanage's greatest masterpiece, I had lost most of my emotions in shredding and trying to escape, winning tough training, packing the upbringing necessary for every assassination.

... exactly the kind of assassination doll you deserve to call your greatest masterpiece.

That hasn't changed since I left the orphanage and was bought by an assassination guild in another country.

Around the time I was called the best assassin in the Kingdom of Rolands, paying back the debt I owed when I was bought in a few years.

I become known as the 'Black Butterfly'.

Not a symbol, my first name. I was slightly overwhelmed.

But it was also a fantasy.

An assassin who is lost in the dark night like a butterfly and kills his subject with a beautiful modus operandi without waste or sound.

That was where the black butterfly came from.

I'm not myself. The name that showed my way to kill.

I hated myself for being only worthy as an assassin.

So for another few years, repeatedly killing at the request, an order was given by the guild chief.

"Infiltrate the house of nobility and kill the Lord"

I am an assassin who specializes in killing and not an assassin who is good at undercover work.

Yet the guild chief gave me this order.

I don't understand. That was the sentiment I had.

But I never thought about running away.

Even if the atmosphere of the guild returning from a long request was worse than before, and those with crappy ambitions were using the ploy to become current guild leaders.

It didn't matter to me.

When I infiltrated the nobleman's house, I was given a provisional initial name.

"Charlotte" - in that house, lower work was the exclusive name of a professional junior samurai.

Nobles who have trouble remembering a single servant who is replaced every day sometimes give the title a name.

Several servants were named and used up names. That was Charlotte.

I seem to look good and originally planned to be an assassin who infiltrated and sold colored incense.

But my penetrating physical abilities and killing skills made me an assassin who sold a quick kill.

So I know a lot about infiltration.

I guess the guild chief also anticipated it and gave me a mandate. … I think there are others who are competent.

At any rate, no servant or employer considered Charlotte an assassin.

Beautiful, slightly heartless and clumsy junior samurai. That was Charlotte's assessment.

Besides her thoughts, the work of a samurai was a pleasure.

... Yes, it was fun (...).

Really, it was the emotion I hadn't felt in a long time.

Skinning large quantities of potatoes with the help of the chef is what the housemaid tells you to disgust but serve is to use cold water to sweep your hands bright red.... It was all fun to feel like I was a normal person.

But I'm an assassin.

Either way, I had to kill the subject and leave this mansion.

Fortunately, the Lord is busy attending his mistress's house, and the house has no way of coming home after I've been in.

... I wish the Lord could work without returning.

My thoughts were vain, and my lord returned to the mansion.

- Says it's to hold a nightclub.

Anything, it seemed like a massive night club where the great nobles would come, and the way our Lord's fever went in was awesome.

The preparation period for the night club is intense in and out of the vendor, and the main one is always accompanied by people.

With that as an excuse, I postponed killing my Lord.

But there is no way we can postpone it forever, and the Guild Commander gave us an order to kill the Lord on the day of the night club, when the Lord's personal vigilance diminishes.

As the night club approached with a week remaining, the mansion was in a fuss.

Anything, a grand noble lady named Marquis Lewis came to this house today.

A glamorous young lady boasted of the splendour of the garden in this house and suddenly invited her to a tea party.

Even though we are busy preparing for the night club, we must, on top of that, entertain a nobleman of a higher rank than this house.

I also wanted to borrow the cat's hand.

I've been working all morning too, helping out with various places.

While feeling a little tired, cleaning, one girl appeared.

The girl, who looked about twelve years old, wore a simple but glossy design dress with a young grass color.

The girl had the appearance I could call the most beautiful person I've ever met and, above all, had purple eyes that were so beautiful and clear that she was likely to be sucked in.

It's also sophisticated at that age, and it's not even at the feet of a lady in this house or anything.

Mysterious...... I found that to be special.

Such a special girl has a samurai who seems capable of offering and a butler.

The girl comes straight to me without hesitation.

"Also, I'm sorry. Show me such an ugly look..."

Guests saw where I was cleaning.

You won't be spared reprimands from senior samurai.

I think so. When I bow my head to the girl, I hear a cute, even ringing voice from above.

"I don't care. I suddenly bothered you, knowing you were busy. Good luck with your work."

"Oh, thank you"

My heart was overwhelmed with exhilaration for giving a voice to a special girl.

But it is immediately thrust down by the words of the next told girl.

"Have you noticed that every fifteen steps, you have no footsteps at all?... heh, that was an unwanted favor. Excuse me."

That's what I said, the girl left before me.

The shock runs like he got hit in the head with a gut.

"One step out of fifteen, no footsteps at all," the girl noticed, even though I was walking the assassin's way, unknown to just a samurai.

Will they report me to the Lord...?

Then I can't be here anymore.

We just have to get back to the original assassination doll.

... I don't like that.

But only time passes without me being able to do anything.

And the day of the party.

There was a report of the destruction of my guild.

The newspaper was bracketed on the pigeon's feet for contact.

Only a sentence was written on the paper informing of the destruction of the Alliance, and the letter was not of the Alliance length, but of the assassin 'Grey Cat' of the same Alliance.

I guess this is true to observe from the fact that I haven't heard from the guild in the last few days or from the fact that the letters of the grey cat are disturbed.

... the request is absolute. We have to kill our Lord.

... As it is, I may be able to work with Charlotte.

... I may be targeted by the organization that devastated the Alliance myself.

... the first thing, shall we take this opportunity to die?

... Let's get out of here. Maybe I'll be free.

With all sorts of emotions and thoughts at best, I chose to escape.

The Lord does not kill.

Because the days I spent as Charlotte, even if they were temporary beginnings, I could feel humanity for a long time... I was tempted to kill those in this house who gave me that opportunity.

Distracted by the hustle and bustle of the night club, I flew out of the mansion.

The chaser may come. Thinking about it, I still can't live normally.

My status as Charlotte was prepared by my client.

I don't have any credit. I won't be able to be a samurai anymore.

When that happens, all I have is the skill of assassination that I have acquired.

Even if he escaped, it was visible that he would live a life that was not so different from before.

... Still, I...

Distracted by the darkness, it illuminates me suddenly as if a blurry light had been ambushing me.

When I took out the knife I had hidden and set it up, there was a special girl and her maid and butler.

I found the killing of the samurai and butler who stood up to protect the girl to be tremendous and quite hands-on.

Regardless, I won't lose. But it's also true that it takes time.

Normally, it's a battle to avoid.

When I'm devising whether I should run away or fight, the girl takes a step forward.

The girl makes her purple eyes shine demonically, with a bottomless grin.

Zokri and goosebumps develop.

What kind of an assassin called the best in the country would fear a girl?

Without knowing such an inside of me, the girl raises her voice with heartfelt joy.

"Look, I knew she was here! You were right about me, weren't you?

"Lady Julianna... stay back because it's dangerous"

"The Deacon is right. Stand back."

"That's not going to happen. I liked her. Enough to negotiate, right? Besides, she's not foolish enough to think after she kills us."

In those eyes that shoot me through, there is no demon until earlier.

But I still had feelings of fear for the girl.

"You like acting, don't you? You seemed very happy when you acted as a samurai."

"I..."

I can't hide my consternation that I was being seen through.

Who is this girl...?

"I looked into you. It's also been investigated that he's an amazing assassin called Black Butterfly.... Hey, won't you be my samurai? I just wanted a competent samurai who wasn't too far away from her age to fight."

"Huh!?

"Alas, are you angry that I might have crushed your assassination guild? But I can't apologize for that. Because he violated the agreement and was asked to assassinate the Diagilev Empire. That is the least acceptable thing in this country. Crushed and exploited by me."

An innocent face, a girl who says she crushed her guild.

As an assassin, I may be proud of the strength of this country.

But that's strength as an individual.

The girl has enough power as a group to crush easily, such as me.

... horrible.

At the same time, however, it was true that the girl was attracted to her heart.

Because you saw through that I was delighted to be Charlotte.

And he wants me as a samurai.... can't be unattractive.

"If you're going to be your samurai, don't you have to be me?

Words came out that were not honest.

But I had expectations.

If this girl... wouldn't she understand me?

No, it's impossible for a aristocratic girl to understand me or something.

That conflicting thought was also a pale expectation, and I wanted to make it a reason to jump the drug girl by being disappointed.

To the kind of question you try, the girl looks at me without upset.

It was like, I felt like I was being seen through everything.

"Having the art of fighting is a must for a good samurai. And most importantly, you were delighted with the work of the samurai. I was fascinated by that joyful expression. That's why I want you.... No, it has to be you. So could you be my maid of honor?

I was flabbergasted by the words as if to dictate those in love.

Have you ever been asked to do so much for me...?

The moment I thought so, I was responding to the girl.

"Okay, I get it. I'll be your maid. - No, I want to be."

The girl smiled satisfactorily, touching her cheeks as she approached me and stretched her back.

"My name is Julianna Lewis. Now, from this moment on, your Lord.... By the way, what's your name? Black butterflies aren't names, are they?

"… no name, no"

The girl who heard my little whine seemed to think with her hands on her thin jaw.

For about three minutes, the girl with plenty of thought puts her hand on my cheek again.

Warm fingertips are pleasant.

"I've made up my mind. Your name is Marie!

"... Marie"

"Yeah. I guess that's the most common name in this country. But there are many names in Shirai, so no one close to me has the same name. So, you're the only Marie for me. It's very special... it's just your name."

Oh my... oh my...!

This girl wasn't on a level to understand me.

He saw through my longing for normality and gave me something I've been begging for ever since I was born.

There is no reason not to fall.

How ugly I am to try a girl, etc!

"I... as a samurai, I give this life and all my heart for you. I will definitely try to protect you. Please take me... Marie by your side..."

It wasn't a word of loyalty, it was a pitiful word that was no longer even close to a plea.

I was also heavily aware of that, but I cannot contain this feeling.

For the girl's sake, I gladly put my collar in place.

"When it's hard, when it's sad, when it's fun, when it's happy... stay by my side the whole time. Nice to see you again, Marie."

Every time Marie and I are called by name, my heart is filled with a lot of emotions.

Emotions have been shredding off for years. It's not something I can contain, which eventually exceeds my tolerance and falls zero as a tear.

When the girl politely wiped the Shizuku, she said to me with a troubled face.

"Marie, you mustn't imitate crying in public. Because the samurai must support the Lord. And I'm not named 'you'."

"I'm sorry...... Miss Julianna"

That was the meeting with the lady, the only Lord in her life-