To Be a Power in the Shadows!

The fake bills circulated securely, little by little, as planned.

I stand on top of the clock tower in John Smith mode, looking out at the streets of the night boiling in unprecedented favorable economy, and foreseeing the plans of the organization lurking behind it.

"Interpretation, everything is tentative..."

And smile deeply.

Who will be the first to perceive our 'plan'?

For John Smith, who knows everything, this tentative first hour is all but boring.

Enjoying a bokeh night view with that in mind, I saw a single carriage sneaking out of Wang Du.

And the three black shadows who hide and follow that carriage...

"Well... the first thing I notice is still..."

I follow the shadow and jump off the clock tower.

The three of them don't look familiar silhouettes, but I'll guess when you're wearing a slimebody suit. Naturally, they move for the Mitsugoshi Chamber of Commerce, too, right? So I move for my purpose.

Oh, I recognized one.

You're safe.

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The 664 looked back and glanced at the 666 as he pursued the carriage that had departed to hide the king's capital in the middle of the night.

"666, really, no arbitrations, okay? The Squad Leader is me, so follow my instructions."

"I know."

"I'm telling you because I don't understand, already. Even before this I went in on my own...... good stuff because it turned out so well, what are you in a hurry?

"I... nothing"

666 leans down and denies briefly.

"That's how I'll hold you right in, already. I don't know what you think until you tell me what you think."

"664, let's focus on the mission now."

"Yeah, well, you're right, not at all. Because I want to concentrate on my assignment, I'm advising someone who majors in arbitrariness."

664 removed his gaze from 666 and sighed.

At the same time, I heard yawning from behind.

"Hey, 665, you yawned, didn't you?

The 664 looked back again and now glanced at the 665.

"I didn't."

"I did, I absolutely did, I asked. Concentrate on your mission, too, already. I told you this mission was important."

"Huh."

I take my gaze off of 665, who replies out of my mind, and 664 stares at the carriage running forward.

This time, the mission is to grasp the origin of the fake bills of the Federation of Great Chambers of Commerce that have been pouring in from somewhere in the near future. The Gamma of the Seven Shades narrowed down the suspicious route, and one of its influx routes with several was a carriage running forward.

They've been tasked with tracking this carriage.

It's a given task directly from Seven Shades, you can't fail. I also know I'm in the mood.

That's why we're worried about 664.

666 is in a hurry. We all acknowledge her combat skills, and we know that this detachment is highly regarded because of her.

But the arbitrary majors at 666 have been overwhelming lately.

I don't know what you're in a hurry for, but you're bound to fail someday as you are.

And there are irrevocable failures in the world. Because their mission is to lose their lives if they make one mistake...

664 hoped that this mission would be successfully completed and focused his consciousness.

But - that wish didn't come true.

"Down!

Abrupt 666 scream.

Everyone responded to the voice and jumped.

But the only one who made it was number 666.

"Cah!?

"Ugh!

The 664 and 665 fell with their feet taken by something.

When they took the passive and stood up, their feet were tangled like thin threads.

"Is this... yarn?

"I wonder if it's steel thread through magic..."

665 answers question 664. The two slashed the thread with a slimesword and prepared for an enemy raid.

At the end of his gaze, 666 had already laid his sword and stared at the back of the dark.

I don't feel any signs at all.

But a man walks in alone from the darkness of the night.

Tips, tricks, and walking through the hard earth, he showed up.

It was a man in a suit with black hair all back. The face is invisible hidden in an inorganic mask.

The man was powerless.

I don't have any weapons.

But I can see the thread reflecting moonlightly around him if I stare.

The thread drifted freely through the universe, as if it were alive.

"Be careful, he'll use steel thread."

664 draws attention, and they confront its steel thread users.

An inorganic masked man and numerous yarns that shine in the moonlight. The look is somewhere fantastic.

"The first person to notice..."

The man said in an emotionally unreadable, inorganic voice.

"I'm John Smith. Ahead - it's too early for you."

And steel thread diffused in the night sky.