The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

I, Marie the Samurai, was allowed to be at the lady's side because she was recognized for her skill as an assassin and her thirst for a normal life. If I want to affirm everything I've ever lived for and live up to the expectations of the lady who loved me, I'll show through whatever I can't do.

In this central palace of the Diaghilev Empire, I even rush between buildings and on the roof, throwing explosives flashly.

"... you're persistent"

Multiple archers aim at me running through the roof, but flirting with it with irregular movements with minimal effort.

If you look next door, you son of a bitch - too, near the second prince of the kingdom of Rolands, your daughter's fiancée, Keel Maybrick, was wielding a great sword, waving away countless arrows.

"Don't come crushing me a little!

So lightly, Keel storms into the Archer's lurking building.

Arrows come down concentrating on Keel, but there's no sign of him slowing down.

(... you're the same brain muscle)

In the midst of battle, having the emotion of fear blunts the movement of the weapon. It would be a fatal weakness for assassins. So I was trained from an early age to shred off my fears and I think it was in my early teens that I totally made it into something.

But of Keel. Is that of nature, unlike other knights and military men, it did not seem equipped with the emotion of fear.

(An ideal sword muscle that looks monotonous and big-time and is true to the basics without gaps. Quick, steady, powerful foot carriage at the center of gravity. I don't know if it's a wild sense of smell, but you could say genius is the boldness to cleverly sniff the feints apart and slash them in)

It's not like I don't feel like annoying him with the exact opposite qualities to myself. But now he's one of us on the same mission together.

To be honest, in this battlefield full of enemies, I feel comfortable now that he is with us.

"I'm going down the roof......!

"Whoa! Don't follow me when I clear this place."

While dealing with dozens of archers and spear soldiers, Keel replied to my voice.

"Well, the reaction bullet hasn't gone up yet. Let me be a little more violent."

When I take out the little explosives, I throw them at the soldiers who have gathered on fire with the oil lighter.

The smell of nitrous smoke fills the surrounding area along with the sound of an explosion that causes the tympanic membrane to shake. It only involved a few soldiers in the explosion, but enough as an achievement.

(Because my role is positive. It's not a quiet kill, it's a noticeable noise)

Before the soldiers rebuild their positions, I grab the knife and run through their center. He went on to fight to disrupt even his enemies while defeating some along the way.

But gradually I question.

(... weird. There is no rush for the enemy. It's like even if I run around, I'm sure of the victory......)

I look back from my instincts to stop going any further alone and try to get back to Keel. Then at the same time, the silver light rubbed my hair.

(... I didn't feel a single killer. That's pretty hand-worked, annoying...)

I was in the mood to tongue, but I can't show the guy in front of me the gap.

The man is wearing a cute, greasy military uniform. From the number of medals lowered to his chest, he must be a much higher ranking soldier than the soldiers around him. He is wearing the same greasy military hat as his uniform and can't ask for his expression.

"I don't know what kind of rat dived in... I never thought I'd see a nostalgic face. Long time no see, ninety-nine."

Unconsciously, I took a few seconds to understand the words uttered by a man in a greasy military uniform.

(... this man... knows me in the Diaghilev Empire...?

Ninety-nine is the identification number I was given when I was in the orphanage of the Diagilev Empire for assassination training. The only people who know this are the teachers.... No, there should have been only one more.

(greasy military uniform... like I've seen it somewhere...)

Digging out his memories, his face floated easily. He came to see me off before he was sold to the assassination guild in the Kingdom of Rolands. A beast painted with blood and greed. Yes... he is my kind.

"Are you... are you the best you've been in an orphanage in Suzuran?

"That's right, ninety-nine. Although I now call myself Rodion Belinski. I wouldn't have told you when I dropped you off."

If I took my military hat, I could see the most... Rodion's face. It has a slightly more tannic face of a magnificent man than the last time I saw it, giving it a dangerous feeling of colour. The blue hair was nicely cut off and had a knightly rigour.

But those changes in appearance are not my concern. A convulsive scar on Rodion's right cheek. The back of my chest was tightened to the fact that the marks I once slashed on my life remained unchanged.

"But you were surprised. I can't believe the eyes of number 99, which were so impatient, shine in such a lively and murderous spirit. I guess I got something so important. Totally... something I should have missed where it had nothing to do with killing and returned to the soil in a whim."

"... you're the one who should have been fooled downstairs before you became one and lonely and sea algae chips... I can't believe you're still alive"

Spinning the words of my former farewell, I ran with the knife in my hands.

Rodion also pulls out a splendid sword and intercepts me, which is not an ornament lowered to his waist.

- Oh, I never wanted to see you again.

Me and Rodion shook down the blade at the same time, as if we had let our hearts go through.