Tilea’s Worries

The Black Killers (Blackmarder) are one of the four Kings of Heaven. Sometimes they aim for their lives, sometimes they do. There are no blind spots in Lyco, who have dived through numerous battles. The next target is an ancient martial arts user. The years are fourteen and seventeen, only little daughters yet. Nevertheless, it is forbidden to be alarmed. Even if the magic is weak, this hand is awesome. Compared to our Black Kills (Blackmarder), they destroyed the unreliable group of users there with one move.

Hehe, it reminds me of my former rival Cohen Motobe.

Strength was far below, but in certain fields it showed unparalleled strength and made it stumble. There was alarm, or he was about to take his life underground.

I was young then, too. I felt like losing so badly, I really wanted to get down on the other field. Proximity to ancient martial arts users is forbidden. Let's decide to snipe from a distance.

A few days later...

After I've done my research, I'll observe the blonde (target). Blonde daughters are common adult women. Walking and gestures are amateurs themselves. Another silver-haired daughter (the target) stopped going undercover because she was about to be discovered quickly without a gap.

That's the user of ancient martial arts. The assassination dive filled me with a day long just to get away from the scene. It's been a long time since you've had a cold sweat. Perhaps the silver-haired daughter is a few steps above the blonde daughter. I'll start with my blonde daughter (Easy).

The blonde daughter takes a walk alone in relaxation.

There are gaps.

Very unlikely a user of ancient martial arts. I also thought it was a cautionary trap against those who aim at me, but for acting, I'm too far into the hall.

The silver-haired daughter did feel the air of the strong. But I don't feel any aura of the mighty from my blonde daughter.

In just ordinary people......?

Well, either way. If you are an ordinary person, you should die as is. We just have to stay away from it, even if it's a pseudo-trap to the weak.

I'll take out a bespoke bowgun.

Common bowguns are less inertial and more volatile ballistics the further away they are. And if he be a man of considerable arms, he shall be perceived by the sound of cleavage of the air. But not my bowgun. He's changing the shape of the arrow so he can fly silently. Plus, you can use special strings to fly with powerful ballistics.

An inevitable attack.

In addition, the product is highly toxic. If it's just a handkerchief, it's the Buddha. It is too late when you think you have been attacked.

Heh heh, I'm also famous as a poisonous luau.

Usually, I chop it straight up as a poison hand. I recently used it on my employer (Elizabeth) bodyguards. I guess they were a little well-known warriors, too, and they had confidence in their health. But if it poisoned my pride, it was too late. No matter how confident you are in your health, it's no use.

In the world, the ferocious poisons include Tricabuton, Peneno and YEART. My only poison that mixed them and produced them with my own formula. I named the poison "Cookie". "Cookie" has no antidote. It's not the same as the existing poison. It doesn't help to get the Big Monk's Maximum Healing Magic (Gigaheel). You can call it the most powerful poison in the world.

I fly the weeds that grow beside me into the air.

Weeds flowing in the flickering wind......

I'm on the wind. Not a single sniper is possible.

Still... you're full of gaps.

My blonde daughter is so full of gaps, I tried to get her to just a little kill. I don't get any reaction back. Normally, I can show some reaction if they get this far. No matter how good the pseudo guy is, it comes out. Well, it's just a flash of reaction enough for a mosquito to sound...

Blonde daughter, no change at all. Is there a strong man who can make a pseudo to this point? Doubt is the limit.

You're a complete amateur. I didn't even tease the martial arts. But don't be alarmed. Let's get to work.

Aim with a bowgun.

The goal is…….

For once, consider wearing a clasp and aim for the hands and feet to which your skin is exposed.

Die!

Pull the trigger.

Hum and arrow fly away. silent, and with precise ballistics, headed for her blonde daughter. The blonde doesn't seem to have noticed.

I got it!

Convinced of the victory - played!

The instantly released arrow aimed at the blonde daughter's leg, but the arrow bent the orbit and flew away as far away as it was. The blonde is walking like nothing happened.

... naturally.

Exactly the ultimate of nothing.

Perhaps the blonde perceived the signs of the unleashed arrows and distracted the orbit with a single piece of paper. It is possible that she is using some kind of magic tool (magic item), but the magic of her blonde daughter is faint. It would be more natural to assume that you were not in the mood than that line.

Heh heh, that's pretty good!

I thought you were an amateur, but that's a gift that made no sense. It also counteracts attacks from a distance. This is why the use of ancient martial arts is bad.

Blonde. First, let's acknowledge our defeat. If you're doing so much ancient martial arts, my defeat is a must if you fight properly. It doesn't make sense if it doesn't even hit the proud poison.

This has been the case since Cohen Motobe.

The battle is a rearrangement.

Melee is unfavourable. Sniping from a distance has also been countered. Assassination seems difficult. But sweet. Fighting isn't all about right attacking.

A few days later...

"Before this, thank you!

"No, no, we're each other when we're in trouble."

I approached my blonde daughter (Target) under the pseudonym Jana. He shows people their good faces and keeps them alert.

As a result of the lower examination, I gained some grasp of the character of my blonde daughter. Fighting skills are top notch, but sweetness is hidden in character.

Ancient martial arts moves are certainly great. If you go to martial arts competitions, you will overwhelm the others. But I guess I'm sad. I don't think I've ever had an exchange of lives. Too weak an alert for hostility.

He's the type of man who can be a martial arts teacher but not a soldier.

So I approached my blonde daughter pretending to be lost as a trick. The blonde was happy giving directions without questioning me.

Blonde doesn't suspect me at all.

Yes, being a poisoner, I have another stunt. It can contain magic to its limits. If you curb magic and smile with a human grin, most people will relieve their guard. Approach the target without causing vigilance by intentionally showing a person's good face. In fact, before I achieved it as a poisonous user, I had invited this kind of alarm to accomplish killing.

Long time no see. I haven't used it since I raised the level as a poison user. I didn't even have to use it. But not the enemy this time. Fighting properly is not advantageous. Technology is on top of me. Here, no force attacks.

What technology does against those above it with technology is silly.

"Thank you, Mr. Tyrea, for the other day."

Give him a bun mixed with the strongest poison (Cookie).

"No, no, no, thank you."

"Let me thank you for not saying that. This yomogi cake is made from specialty herbs. It's good for your health."

"Oh? That's really bad."

With that said, the blonde can mouth a bun without a doubt.

All right, I won!

If you put it in your mouth, it's this one.

But......

"Jana, I can't do this"

That's why the blonde brought the bun back into the box that was in her mouth.

You broke it?

Not even tasteless and odorless, but the unique smell of poisonous grass has been eliminated with other medicinal flavors. So you're saying you figured that out?

The blonde is also a cook. Though poisoned buns, they are no different from regular buns and flavors. There's so much difference you can't tell from a bad cook. The blonde daughter seems to have a first-rate tongue and nose.

Heh, well, it's too late to know. You touched the best poison in the world. I'm sorry to hear that. If you were to perceive, you should have done it before you put it in your mouth. You are not dead anymore!?

What!? What!? Why aren't you dead?

You're peppering, aren't you? What pero?

The blonde daughter pells the poisoned bun, pellying it, "Uhm, definitely. This almond stench and mouth-watering," he says. I've licked a bun so many times with my face.

"Eh..."

"Mr. Jana, it really sucked. I can't eat this bun. It contains poisonous grass. Probably tricabutton grass."

To be precise, this poison is a unique blend of tricabutton, peneno and yart on the spindle.

As, well, the Lord is a tricabutton.

Yeah, let's, right. You're right - 'cause, no, you're crazy! It's poisonous! It's a special poison! Just 1 mg in and the Big Warcraft will blow bubbles and die!

I'm kidding. Ah!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Why are you living so perky? Ah!

Desperately pushing and killing wild inside feelings. The smile may be on my face.

Calm down, calm down and analyze.

I've certainly read it in the literature.

They say there are physical people in this world who are born ineffective with poison. Blonde daughter, apparently in that physique.

"Yana, be really careful, aren't you? This is what happens when amateurs use wild grass. Don't cook easy. We need to ask the cook or the forerunner."

"also, sorry"

"I really didn't know. Then you won't be done. Mr. Jana, do you know what the best poison in the world is?

"Ku, Kuki......"

"Cookie? There's no such grass. Good, that's tricabutton grass. You know that, right? It's really dangerous because it's easy to mistake for a yomogi."

Then the blonde spoke of poisonous grass poop.

Knock it off. I didn't know you would treat the world's best poisoner, Master Luco, as an amateur!

"... and then, tricabuttonous grass, with gizzards on its stems... characteristic of smell and flavor... that? That's crazy."

Apparently the blonde had something to think about. When I stopped talking about poisonous grass poop, I peppered and peppered the bun again.

What does this blonde want? You want to brag about your poison resistance that far?

"Oh, um...?

"Something's wrong with you. Trikabuton grass, roughy... that, Peneno? Yart? No, but..."

Become!? Proud of its poison formula!?

This guy can't be alarmed.

When I snatched the bun like a snag, I let go of my words of apology and ran away.