This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

That night. Jared, who finished dinner with the Oliviers, was sleeping shallow in his own room.

Jared was sleeping, but suddenly woke up and jumped out of bed.

"I knew it was tonight."

During the day, I learned through magic that someone had caught a trap on the property. I immediately changed into a combat suit and jumped out the window of my room when I equipped myself with a weapon.

There are three intruders. Two of them are entangled and tied up in a tsu.

"You did it."

Jared, who landed in front of the intruder, heard a quiet but intimidating voice.

"Vault Toyfel, huh?

"I don't know."

Only one raider, illuminated by the moonlight, holds all the black clothes together, but is different from the only one who is not in captivity.

It was not wearing a black hood, carrying a cylinder with a twist on its back and a bow on its left hand.

The eyes peeking through the blue hair reflecting the moonlight were sharp, a boy who still felt young.

I'm surprised that a younger boy than Jared is part of the assassination organization Vault Toyfer, but I knew with knowledge that the assassination organization would be heavily trained to become an assassin from an early age.

Guess the boy is a pretty good user because he didn't fall into a trap. I hear the Vault Toyfer assassins are such a user that not everyone else is a ratio of other organizations. Then Jared must be prepared to fight accordingly.

Jared is only a magician and fights warcraft and sometimes humans, but he is not a combat specialist. Unlike assassins who specialize in killing more than anything else, they still have the humanity to hesitate to kill.

This difference is huge.

Even one attack makes a clear difference between those who hesitate to kill and those who do not.

"Like what, what is it wild to ask?

"I don't mind. We in Vault Toyfer are requested to carry out the murder of Hannellone Alway. If possible, I'll kill Olivier Alway, and if I get in your way, I'll kill you too."

There are no more options but to fight than I made clear to kill you.

"Are you going to tell me whose request it is?

"Whatever, no"

"Can you ask me to quit asking you now?

"I can't."

"Right. I was just asking."

But that would have been better if we could solve it without a fight.

I wanted to protect the Oliviers, but I was hesitant to fight a boy younger than myself, even though I was asked to. But the results have to be fought. I don't like that reality.

"On the contrary, there's something you want to hear from me, too"

The bowman boy asks.

"Why stand before us despite your advice? You, in your position, are Olivier Alway's fiancée, but you were just suddenly chosen a few days ago. Still standing in front of us?

From what I know of my position, I guess it's still the work of a side chamber that doesn't often think of Hannellone as the Duke of Alway stared at it.

I can't stand the fact that Hannellone's life, which never stopped smiling during dinner either, is threatened for malicious reasons.

I cannot allow Olivier, who is trying to protect my mother like that, to be targeted for her life all the time.

The urge to explode my anger and hit the boy still hurts in my body, but I desperately pretend to be flat. If you lose your cool before you fight, you can't win.

I still have Trane who thinks I'm a magician even if I die, but she's not the only one I can really keep protecting.

Therefore, Jared cannot be beaten.

"There's no better reason than to talk."

"Then why?

"It's easy. I don't want the mother of my daughter's thoughts, the daughter of my mother's thoughts, or the maid who protects them both to die. It's just that."

"I don't understand. Your actions are beyond my comprehension."

"People's feelings are like that. It's something no one else can understand."

I don't even want you to understand. The reason Jared stands up to the continent's best assassination organization, Vault Toyfer, for one thing, is because he doesn't want the Oliviers to die, that's all.

This is the first time Jared himself has ever wanted to protect someone until he sacrificed himself, so there's no way anyone else can understand him.

"We just had a conversation with each other, and it's time to fight?

"I just want it. But there's something to be done before that."

That's what the boy says and shifts his gaze to his fellow detainees.

"What?"

Jared panicked when he tried to ask if he was going to try to save his people. The assassins in custody were spasmodic with bubbles blowing from their mouths. It's obviously a symptom of someone who ingested something toxic.

"I'm not using poison!

If I killed him, it would be impossible to extract information, so I dared to pre-insure him to capture him.

It can be difficult to fight and capture. That is why those who succeed in capturing are dying this way, even though they set traps for captivity ready to consume their magic.

"I know you don't use poison. The two took their own poison. I have a duty to see death."

"You're not gonna help?

"It is my own fault that this happened. We're not a friendly group, we're an assassination group. It's never unusual to choose to die on your own to prevent information from leaking."

To two companions whose body cramps calmed and desperate, the boy lays his eyes down and prays silently.

Then he stood with his bow in his hand and pointed at Jared.

"I appreciate the time you gave me, but I'm not going to cut it. I'll kill you, and I'll kill the target. It doesn't change what I'm supposed to do."

"Then I'll take you down until I get the information."

"If you can do it, you can try it"

The boy grinned provocatively as he caught his lips. There, there is no sentiment to mourn the death of your fellow man.

"Name it, assassin. My name is Jared Murphy. A magician."

"I'm Pfile. He is an assassin and a bowman who is part of the assassination organization Vault Toyfer."

At the same time we finished naming each other, we kicked the ground.

Jared ran forward and the boy named Pfile jumped backwards as he unleashed an arrow.

Slash down the arrow with the knife you pulled out. Before the next arrow is released, throw a knife trying to stop it.

The knife released in a straight line towards the pufile is slapped down by a bow shaken to draw an arc. But fate is not a knife.

Develop magic and interfere with the Spirit.

"Spirits, give me strength..."

With only a short chant, when he produces ten obsidian spears, he takes one in his hand and releases nine pieces at a time.

Obsidian spears strike toward Pfile so much that when they have the will, they illusion. No matter how many times he moves, keep tracking him.

The purpose is only to capture. And asking for information.

I'm not going to kill you. Jared wins if he doesn't drain, capture, and self-harm his health.

But Pfile also deserves the name of Vault Toyfer's assassin, shooting down spears with arrows, destroying them and reducing their numbers.

The way I did it while retrieving the still usable arrows that fell to the ground made me feel exactly skilled.

Between destroying the spear, the skill of the Pfile, which releases arrows while asking for gaps, is just first-rate, and if you're alarmed, you're going to be ejected in no time.

Jared refines his magic again and interferes with the Spirit.

Wishing to the spirits in the atmosphere, when they produce a munch of water, they toss the obsidian spear they had while switching and waving the munch.

A munchkin of water that strikes at the unusual will take the escape of Pfile and hunt him down.

It was a pfile that ran endlessly through the premises, but gradually its mobility was visible.

There is a rush on the cool face of the boy who was calm. Jared, by contrast, could afford it.

If you're simply skilled at fighting, Pfile has more experience than anything else. But Jared is a sorcerer and can make up for what is missing with sorcery.

The water munch alone is not enough and continues to produce numerous fireballs into the universe.

Munch's blow crushed the ground and had the power to not just break a fracture if it ever hit him. With Jared waving himself, the amount of magic consumed in the operation is also small and, above all, direct strikes can be avoided.

A few minutes of defense pushed Pfile to the wall and abominably stared at Jared.

"No matter how good your skill, you can't beat witchcraft with arrows. Surrender."

Jared, who arranged more than fifty fireballs so that they could be released at any time, informs, but Pfile quietly holds a bow, accompanied by a new arrow.

The moment Jared, who decided he wasn't going to surrender, unleashed the fireball,

"Don't insult our Vault Toyfer. It's possible to deal with witchcraft."

I laughed and let go of only one arrow.

Only one arrow, while touching the fireball, exploded, sounding and creating a blast.

Jared, of course, gets blown away by the blast from close range because of the pufile.

Jared is beaten to the ground and bounces over and over, but succeeds in putting the system in place along the way. However,

"- Ah."

Three arrows struck from the flames, one blushing his cheek, one stabbing him in the left shoulder and the last one shooting through the thighs of his left leg.

What Jared, who lost his balance and collapsed, saw was a pfile with a bow in the flames despite his black coat and skin being burned.

"You planted explosives in the..."

"Correct. But it's too late to notice. It's my win, mage."

Arrows released at the same time as Pfile's declaration of victory shot through Jared, who fell and could not move.