The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

Yes, "Competent Alice Chan" is Alice Sanborn, a superspy proud of the Quimbrand Empire.

No, and I'm surprised, huh? I can't believe you met Mr. Silverface about Silsilsilver in Ville-Zentra, the capital of Ville Osean! No, neither do we, when we hear that an invisible killer showed up in Ville-Zentra.

"Ha-ha-ha, Mr. Silsill is the killer of this, isn't he?

I didn't think so, did I? No. In fact, about 30 percent said, "It's the killer, right? I thought so. But Mr. Silsill refused to hear after the news that he was very active in a new continent that crossed the sea, the" Grand Dream Continent, "so I didn't think he was here.

Well, that's anyway.

Mr. Silsill seemed to be very active in the "Grand Dream Continent".

Later, I asked the spy team of the Quimbrand Empire, to whom we belong, whether they booked the parent balls of the vicious monsters that inhabit the "Grand Dream Continent," or whether they were lion excited to defend a town called Dreammaker, or no - he's not a frown spit, but Mr. Silsilsill might do it!

Mr. Silsill has such a "this guy could fuck you......" (it's not a typo) scare.

"-- for something?

When we look at Mr. Silsill, he looks up from the book he was reading and looks at this one.

This is the Inn of the Accommodation Town on the road to my Quimbrand Empire.

Mr. Silsil has been told by Emperor Kagli to "definitely bring him in," so this is how we —— other than us, we have members of the same intelligence unit, but not to mention -- are following.

But, Mr. Silsill?

How much does it cost to travel to the Empire?

"That's just too much to ask for this!?"

Mr. Silsill chooses the finest rooms in the accommodation without getting lost!

And even sweets, treats, teas, and treats that fill the table so narrowly!

Mr. Silsill is gracefully tee time with the two masked friends!

"You have no choice. I have to stay here till tomorrow morning anyway. Or what? I knew you couldn't do it and go over the mountains? You're the one who said you'd spend the night in this city at the foot because the cliff path is dangerous, Alice-Samborne."

"It is forbidden to speak lightly of a spy's real name!

"We're the only ones (...) in this room, so it's no problem. Besides, it's your crew wanting this one over the door, isn't it?

"... Who are you talking about? Pi, pi pi ~"

"Stop whistling like shit. I don't care who you are."

That's what Mr. Silsill said. He started reading again.

Oh, that's so graceful! Besides, what I'm reading is "Premier of the Imperial Quimbrand Herald," and when I saw it from us, I said, "Where is there such a demand for books? It's a book that only raises questions! There was, demand, to the masked.

"Ahhh... what if this doesn't cost me..."

"Spies have special expenses, don't they? It's all right, and you don't cheat on your budget when the Emperor calls you."

"We're pretty tough. I don't know about another country."

"Heh..."

I thought you replied carelessly,

"Surely even in this book, there will come out a prime minister who says," Mass is everything. "

"If the top isn't luxurious, you'll lose a bit of fun down there. The Empire had such tough times, too."

His name is Ji-Sakakakimiya.

"Aren't you the incumbent Chancellor?!?"

"Oh, that man, His Excellency the Marquis of Sakakimiya, is his name."

Sure, Mr. Silsill knows our Chancellor... celebrity friendship. Even though you look like a suspicious Max mask.

"Well, maybe it won't fall on expenses"

No more!

When we left the room worried that "fulfilling the cost of lodging here, and other expenses (entertainment and socializing)" would fall due to expenses, we had a spy buddy, Aqua.

Aqua is a cute girl spy with blue curly hair, but I don't know, it's not really for the scene...

"How was it, Alice?

Look, he's puffy shivering with this inner crotch. It's like a puppy. It heals.

It's a drawn-in, ingenious personality, and where there are no shards of boldness, it's surprisingly suited to espionage, so I'm not removed from intelligence, and I'm more entrusted with liaison and paperwork than I am with the field...... so I hear.

Anyway, Aqua, you have a longer background in intelligence than we do, don't you?

"It was the usual Mr. Silsill. Can we leave early tomorrow morning?"

"Ugh, yeah."

A little bit is made to be invited by hand, and we are going away from Mr. Silsill's room. Aqua, looking back at Hikari and Hikari, looks really scared of Mr. Silsil.

I asked you why you're so scared.

"I can't mask it"

He said. This story is a nightshaw for Mr. Silsill. It looks surprisingly hurtful.

When we came to the room we took —— which, by the way, is the most affordable -- Aqua finally said, as she was horrified.

"The chief told me to come home early. in cryptographic communication."

Cryptographic communication is just the use of covert language for communication content. We use the "Ringa Feather Pen", a magic prop for long-distance communications, installed in the Adventurer's Guild in each town, as an adventurer's gesture.

Communication content there is often also found by Adventurer Guild officials, so we use covert language.

"The quest is accomplished. Customers will be delighted to receive a silver souvenir."

If the sentence that

"The mission is a success. Your Majesty will be delighted to be accompanied by a silver face."

You mean.

"Did the general manager bother to contact you?

"Yes... apparently, the movement of the emerging aristocratic faction stinks"

The Empire of Quimbrand is a nation centered around His Majesty the Emperor, but nobility seems to have a noble circumstance, divided into two main factions, a conservative faction and an emerging faction, right?

"The general manager wants us to help him gather information..."

"Really? I was supposed to take Mr. Silsill at some nasty time."

"Shall we break up here?

"We're not breaking up. Aqua, all of a sudden you say it's flying."

And aren't you too scared of Aqua, Mr. Silsill?

The next day, safely across the mountain path, we crossed the border into the Quimbrand Empire. From here to Gi-Quimbrand, the capital, it will be a flat path. Safe and secure.

"-- No, Starface. That won't be a fundamental solution--"

"-- So what about this? You keep doing the magic of health enhancement--"

"-- it depends too much on the magic of the surgeon. I knew we should make a fundamental solution--"

I hear Mr. Silsill and the others talking, in the same carriage.

They always talk a lot without getting tired of it, don't they? Food, thoughts on books I've read, sights in town......

But there's no story at all about the Grand Dream Continent.

Actually, we're interested and we're listening! That kind of place has a strong guard!

So, what I'm talking about today seems to be a story about whether you can't improve the carriage you're riding. Mr. Silsill seems to be familiar with some sorcery as well, saying that the transmission of magic is what, the catalyst is what... heh, get sleepy...

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"--It would be a specialty of the southern part of the empire, for sure. Hey, heap spy, get up."

"Huh!?"

I woke up hitting my forehead with cutlets and hard stuff. It hurts. It looks like Mr. Silsill's decopin was bursting.

"What are you doing!

"What are you doing? I would have dropped him off and escorted him. I'm not sleeping."

"Drop me off, yes, but the escort is more troublesome to expect! You look like this and your arm is a tease!

"You're reopening it, there."

It was Mr. Silsill, like a shudder.

"Is that it? I have it in my hand..."

"Yes, I wanted to hear this. The merchant just arrived and sold this fruit."

The carriage is stopped when I notice it. Apparently, you're stuck at the next town entrance.

When it comes to the mess of my imperial people acting out thinking that even such traffic is a business opportunity!

"What ununung nod and I'm impressed. Are you okay with this fruit?

"You bought it without knowing you were okay?

"... a little like what I ate in my hometown."

Mr. Silsill looked so lonely.

What you have in your hand is a yellow, round, crushed fruit.

"You're a kownut. It's sour, but it's good."

"Heh... you mean kownuts"

Mr. Silsill returned to his seat with an impressive, nostalgic face.

Then he peeled, and the masked three looked delicious-- ate the kownuts just a little sour.

There's a refreshing hint of citrus in the carriage, and we really want to eat it too, yeah.

But no kownuts......

It's an emerging specialty that rivals the old-fashioned...