"This has failed me twice! How much do you think I paid you guys?
A woman threw a teacup at the boy, absurd her tall, hysterical voice.
Even though the woman threw it, the teacup released from close range struck directly at the boy's forehead and cracked. He was a boy who bled out of his forehead with fragments, but he was flat without even showing how he cared.
Women learn to spook at such a boy and regain their calm.
"You won't be forgiven for failing a third time."
The woman quietly said away, disturbed breathing and toning her hair. More than forty women remained distorted in their beauty polished with gold. It's the appearance that makes me think I'm getting older while preserving my beauty, but it also looks like the ugliness that emerges from the inside is seeping.
"I understand"
"If I screw up again this time, I'll cancel my request and hire another human being."
"As you say, no assassin is better on the continent than our organization,"
"Then why do you fail twice!
To the woman who roughs her voice again, the boy quietly releases his words.
"There is no excuse for my predecessor's lapse. But I'm sure the target will shoot more than I can handle."
"You don't have two words."
"In the name of our Vault Toyfer"
Sharp eyes peek from between dull blue hair.
The woman now thinks that the boy in front of her, who is no different from her son at her age, is the elite of the assassination organization.
"Fine. I don't care who it is as long as that obnoxious disturbing woman turns it off. But I don't want you to just leave evidence. Because if my husband finds out, it's all gonna be a bubble of water."
"Of course it is. We assassins don't imitate evidence."
"I hope so... If you fail, don't just leave me with the kind of evidence that leads to it!
The woman, satisfied with the boy who replied with a deep bow of her head, thought of new information on the target.
Speaking of which, there's a magician near that woman.
"Mage, is it? Do you know who you are?
"I don't know because it was sudden. But I do... I hear he's a sixteen-year-old magician. Everything looks pretty good at that age, doesn't it? I don't want to decide you're the same as your predecessor, who was behind one of the maids, but can you fathom him with something like that?
At the end of the woman's gaze is a bow and arrow placed beside the boy.
The assassination organization Vault Toyfer is renowned for training the users of weapons and making sure that any opponent is put to rest. What we have in common with the elite of the actual task force is that they are each specialized weapon users.
They believe in having magic, but not relying on witchcraft, but taking weapons and killing their opponents, and the blue-haired boy was a bow-and-arrow user.
But no one thinks you can beat a magician with a bow and arrow.
My predecessor, the assassin, was a swordsman, but he is returning to the maid of sorcery.
I can't help but worry about women.
"Don't worry. We at Vault Ifel will defeat you, even if you are a magician."
"I wonder how much I should trust that word honestly."
I can't really trust the boy's words any more than his predecessor is failing.
They are known to be just assassins, killers, and so on. I mean, he's a rough guy who can only kill. Only to that extent did women think.
If it's just strength, it's probably faster to use a knight or a magician from a child. But I can't use it because my legs might get stuck. I can't contain my frustration with such a dilemma.
Inside, she was going to kill the boy who would have been used up if the assassination had succeeded so that he wouldn't say anything else about this.
"Well, fine. As long as you succeed, the reward will be bounced, so do whatever you can to kill that woman!
"Yes, if you can, your predecessor has been lost, so sorry, would you like to re-photograph the target?
"Speaking of which, you said that. I've got it for you, see?"
When I take one picture from the mirror stand drawer, I hand it to the boy.
"Totally. What does my predecessor do to get rid of the pictures of the target?
"Dead."
"Huh?"
"Precisely as a result of the punishment of two crossing failures, it led to death. Instead, I will do the request."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry for your loss."
Without any hesitation, the woman voiced frightened at the response of the boy who said his companion was dead and the organization who killed his companion peacefully in two failures.
For the first time here, I learned why a boy named to replace his predecessor appeared.
"Thank you. Perhaps he'd be happy to take care of his wife in the post-mortem world."
That's all the boy says, he stares at the target picture as if he eats in without worrying about the frightened woman.
The photograph shows a woman with a gentle grin, with her blonde hair grouped together in a barretta. It looks like the mid thirties, but I actually know it's more up there as information.
- He seems nice.
The boy pitied the target a little. But do what you have to do.
Even if it was just the jealousy of a woman, the request must be fulfilled as a person in an assassination organization.
"What's the name of this target?
Hannellone Alway.