From the villa of Cassandra Hagendorf, the mansion was on foot.
"You said it was a small mansion... this is why the Duke's house"
In front of the eyes of a young court magician with a pulled face, a mansion is built that is never small.
Compared to the Duke's house apartment where Jared lives in the Wang capital, it may be smaller. But it was superior to the Baron Doom family where the boy's grandfather lived.
"Lord Jared, I know how you feel, but we'll see about that later."
Already the watchman defeated him.
He was like a soldier in the Duke of Hagendorf's house, not an adventurer or anything, but he ambushed and unconscious without having to use magic.
"Well, let's just get inside"
"Then I will come. Just in case you go bowling with someone, I can make an excuse."
I took Clawens' offer and decided to leave it to him.
It's the first seat of a former court magician, even though it hangs with the old man. Experience would beat Jared and Dennis, who are active. You don't have to worry. The skill of knocking down the watch was also breathtaking.
An old maid breaks in without making a sound. Inside the mansion, there were traces of people's lives. Of course there is a smell of life, and it is well maintained. Someone seems to be cleaning regularly.
"Please stop. Looks like there's still some lookouts in the mansion."
As she said, on the other side of the door in front of the stopped Jareds, there are signs of people.
Beyond the human being in captivity being deprived of consciousness, the opponent would be one prepared by Cassandra.
"You're three people because of the signs. Mr. Dennis, let's get rid of it."
"Yes, I agree"
The two looked at each other and as Clawens turned the door knob, they broke into the room.
Three maids gave a surprise look to the sudden intruder. I was hesitant to raise my hand to non-combatants, but I just have to make them feel unhappy that I was on this occasion.
Jared and Dennis take consciousness by placing palm bottoms on the bellies of the maids who were each close by. The other one, the boy wraps his neck around behind his back with his arms. but I can't help it.
"I want to ask you something. If I answer honestly, I don't have to feel painful. Got it?
Confirming the desperate maid of honor, he asks.
"Do you have the sons of the former Duke of Hagendorf in this mansion?
Chief Ken.
"I made sure there were three gatekeepers, just to find a place here. How many other escorts are there? Don't make a sound, put your fingers up."
The maid's fingers stood three times.
"Three. All right. Next question, then. Where are they? First floor? Upstairs? Third floor? Or are you looking around the mansion?
She breaks her fingers and takes the lead.
"I'm looking around the mansion, okay? I'm telling you, if you were lying, you wouldn't have a life."
No matter, it's a lie. I wouldn't kill a maid just listening to my husband's orders. but I don't know about that to her, so it'll be enough for a threat.
She snorted desperately, affirming time and again.
"Thank you. Well, sleep with me for a while"
That's all I'm saying, strangle her, lose consciousness.
"Oh boy, you say there are two court magicians, but what you're doing is the thief himself"
"... Master, that's fine, but you don't turn into a thief because you actually grab people"
"Right. I'm sorry about that. Because I saw the face I saw scared, I followed."
Jared, who put the maid to bed on a couch nearby, doesn't care, tells the old woman. The boy himself has a sense of being a thief while he's doing it himself.
"Now, let's get rid of the escort. If you make a scene, you'll be in trouble."
"Right. In case you think about it, I think Lord Jared is right."
"In the meantime, let's put the Duke's sons behind us and take down the escort properly. I'm upstairs."
Then I'll check the third floor.
"I'll take the rest of this floor."
When each nodded at each other, they took action.
Jared runs up the stairs, kills signs and walks.
Only the Duke's mansion, spacious and with a large number of rooms. I'd like to think there's no hidden room or anything, but now I have to knock down an intrusive escort first.
Subjects will be found soon. In front of one room, I deliberately placed my chair and my eyes met with the man with arms in his arms.
"... there's no sexual punishment, and I didn't know you'd send an assassin once again. How profound is the business of the Duke's house"
The man was the one who shaved up all his hair dressed like a monk. In his hand, a spear is held. Forged limbs that can also be seen from the top of the garment. Above all, I heard from the glance of a man shooting through this one that he was a warrior in the war.
- He was a gatekeeper, too, but you have such a strong man. That's all, I guess that means you're alert to the outside enemy. More than that, what does it mean to be an assassin once again?
Doubts come to mind, but I'm not going to make that inquiry right now. Because the only purpose is to disable the escort.
Without conversation, Jared kicks the floor.
"Come on, take it and stand!
A monk's spear is released in a straight line faster than the boy fleshes to a man.
That one thrust is just a thunderstorm of disease. It would be a strength worthy of the top of the enemies Jared has ever fought.
But he is not the enemy of a boy who has gained combat experience and has crept through the training grounds.
Exchange a spear poke with a piece of paper. Her cheeks, ears and shoulders were mutilated and blood scattered. But there's no problem. It's not even a reason to stop.
Jared stays put, fleshing to the monk, while sticking out the back of his leg.
"Ofu."
The heel grabbed the man's abdomen relentlessly, breaking through the door behind him, into the room.
The fainted monk jumps and rolls on the ground without taking a passive.
"Yabe... Too much"
He said he chose a flesh-bomb battle without using magic to knock him down so he wouldn't make a sound, but he overstrengthens his physical abilities, causing more damage than he could have imagined.
"I hope I don't pull Mr. Dennis' legs."
I hear you break through the door, and I hope they don't turn into a crisis.
Confirming that the monk was completely silent, he tied him up with a string that had brought him both hands and feet, and took a breath.
"Excellent. I can't believe he got knocked down so easily"
Though he wasn't distracted, he suddenly stood up for the voice he called.
"... you are"
From next to the room I broke through, I showed up to ask how it was, a man who was so docile that he exceeded thirty.
The man with glasses and a slightly nervous atmosphere, eye-to-eye with Jared, named him.
"Oh? I didn't know you didn't know me, apparently you're not a killer. Well, then, you'd better call it a name. My name is Ricardo Hagendorf. Duke of Cassandra Hagendorf, my brother."