To Deprive a Deprived Person

Nina looks over the room when she enters the room. It is the habit of many who take up jobs in the scourge system. It searches naturally for traps and unnatural things.

"You don't have to be so vigilant. I didn't set anything up."

François pulls the chair and urges Nina to sit down, "Go ahead".

"Eh heh. I know, naturally, right?

Nina placed two daggers on the table, a black dragon/nail, and a black dragon/fang, sitting on her waist when she sat in a chair. Still, some of Nina's item pouches are an indication that she is unwilling to attack François, although she wears a throwing knife on her nose to the daggers and knives she has used so far. François also knows Nina has other weapons, but he received Nina's will first.

"I apologize for being in such a crude room. I would have liked to see you at Cummer if I had been you, but Count Muss has a tight eye for food surveillance. You know what? The public's appreciation of Count Muss is sloppy, sloppy, and they say that any behavior you like is not deserving as a nobleman, but it's actually not. Even the Kingdom of Oudon can be described as a nobleman capable enough to enter the Ten Fingers. Otherwise, we won't be able to develop the city camer so far while refusing Value-sama's repeated harassment and solicitation."

"I know ~"

Nina returns a distracted reply that does not appear to be of particular interest.

"But maybe you were right to put a meeting place here. It's hard to sneak up on Slam Street now."

My men have been murdered by Count Muss' diners for a long time.

"Subordinates? Oh, those weak people"

"My men are not disposable agents like roots, but stems."

"Root (root), grass (grass), stem (stem), petals (petal) like François, whatever. I hope you don't have to go around Yu's mansion too much. It's useless anyway."

"Mr. Nina, please be careful what you say. No matter how many collaborators, you'll regret it if too many words go by."

Sitting face-to-face with Nina, François had a gentle grin, but the words had the power not to let her say whether or not.

"Well, fine. More than that, I'd like you to give me more information on the 'Seeds of Disaster' now. Thanks to my previous teaching of an untimely item pouch, Value was as interested as this one thought, but the" Leaf of Power "that led me to the" Seeds of Disaster "capture was devastated. In spite of what Nina told you beforehand.

"I can't do that ~. As I said before, there are restrictions on what I can tell François due to constraints"

The movement of François's blade pen, which was running on parchment, stops.

"Is that it again...... If you don't mind, we can lift that constraint and do it here. Fortunately, some of my men are good at handling the magic and skills of spiritual systems."

"I told you I couldn't do that either ~. You don't look like François and the others (...), do you? Even now, by chance, some of the constraints are loose, so I can talk to François."

Out of the way, Nina turns her fingertips in a circle. François keeps running a feather pen on parchment without showing any frustration with Nina's attitude like that.

"Still, Mr. Nina needs your help. How much sacrifice is there to an innocent people in the unlikely event that the 'Seed of Disaster' becomes the Demon King?

As Mrs Nina well knows, the five powers, with the exception of the Kingdom of Oudon, the free state Harmeln, the Republic of Set, the Derim Empire and the Holy Nation Jardalk, only consider their own interests, and peace for humanity as a whole is second only. Jardalk, the Holy Nation, is the only nation that can think of peace for mankind and guide people right. "

François' feverish words felt the appearance of a fanatic who did not doubt that only the Holy Country Jardalk was right and that there was no mistake in what the Holy Country Jardalk did.

"Haha. Don't make me laugh."

Nina pinches the words so that she makes fun of François, who was drunk with her own words.

"What do you mean, Nina?

"Summon ourselves, how peace makes us laugh, doesn't it? Oh, did you taste it last time (...)? I think I have more followers. We prepared our own demons."

A glimmer of vermilion floats around Nina's neck. Blood seeps out of the Zhu line and slowly bleeds out from the neck to the chest.

"I should have cautioned you to be careful with your words. If I wanted to, it would be easier to kill Nina, right?

François' right hand is still running the blade pen. But my left arm, which I didn't have anything, was stretched horizontally. François only slit a piece of Nina's neck skin with a knife. François' unleashed knife was early enough for even the skilled man to realize that he would do it after being torn apart.

"It's true."

Without even paying attention to the blood flowing out of her neck, Nina turns her gaze to blame François.

"We know that 'Seeds of Disaster' is equipped with 'Devil's Eyes of the Other World'. Other than that, do you have any inherent skills that you wouldn't normally consider?

"Say it."

"Yes. No. And you have something to answer? Or you can shake your head."

"Uh-huh... I can't seem to."

"We hear tens of thousands of subhuman and sinners disappeared when The Seeds of Disaster appeared here. I think it's somewhat weak to consume so much stuff, have one unique skill, and that's just the demonic eye that has the ability to 'analyze' and 'appraise'."

"Disappear? Did we dedicate ourselves? Most sinners don't believe in Irigamism either?"

Without answering François's query, Nina talks about the information that the Holy Nation Jardalk hides from other countries, as if to bicker with her friends.

"Let's change the question. Was Stella 'transcribed' in 'Seeds of Disaster'?

"'Transcription'?

"Yeah. Stella was also known as The Wicked Eyed Witch. It had the filthy power those two names deserved. One of them was to be able to copy my knowledge to others. Can 'Seeds of Disaster' use 'Sacred moves'?

"Uh, 'Sacred moves' are moves used by 'Twin Sacred Saints', right? Oh, is that it? I've never seen Yu use Sacred moves, but he threaded his magic and used his enemies and magic."

François's hand stops running a blade pen on parchment.

"Do you thread your magic... I'm pretty sure it's called" Sacred moves. "

"That's right ~. Speaking of which, it looks like Mr. Stella's body is gone, but François did it?

"Is that Stella's body...... My boss instructed me to report any information, but I honestly don't understand. Why do we need to find Stella-like bodies?"

"Mr. Stella's drawing the blood of the 'Twin Saints', isn't she? You're pulling the blood of such an amazing man, don't you have to look for him?

"Exactly. But there is one" saint of the two saints ", the power of the abominable and evil eye, who draws the blood of Dear Dor Fodd and who is himself to serve Irigamit, the goddess of light, yet acts contrary to the doctrine of Irigamism. Isn't Stella's presence exactly the shame of Dear Doll Fodd himself? I just found such dust (garbage), what good is it?

"Mr. Stella is dust. Oh, my God.

You're not nice to everyone when you say God. You just did something a little different than what I taught you, and you treated me like dust. "

A second Zhu line runs on Nina's neck. The line is darker than earlier, deeper, and bloodier than the carved wound.

"It's the third time. There's no next."

"Has Mr. François ever seen God?

François's two-time warning also seemed ineffective for Nina.

"God will never show himself."

"I've never seen it before, but I believe there's a god."

For the first time, homicide leaks from François, who never provoked homicide even during warnings by a two-time crossover knife. It was only a moment, but François tried to kill Nina. But Nina nodded several times to convince one person, without reacting to Francois' killing.

Nina then takes a seat when she finishes telling François the information that can be communicated to the extent that it does not touch the constraints.

"Mr. François, it's time to go home. Don't forget your promise to me, okay?

"Yeah. I'm letting you look into your memory. You'll also know your real name in the near future. So please don't make any promises to me."

"I know ~" Nina leaves the room. It was thought that only François would remain in the room, but two men, three from the corner of the room and a total of five, appeared above the beam of the ceiling. Surprisingly, the men were in the room more than before Nina entered the room. It is a top skill move that can erase signs that scouts such as "Killer," "Latent," and "Hidden." Extremely this move, which you cannot recognize even if you are in your sight, will also be easy to kill without the other person noticing.

"That woman, the constraint of not having and so on. May I?"

"You didn't come on this one."

"Dear François, with your permission, can you do something like that? I can't tolerate a lot of insulting remarks about Irigamism."

The men, who had received more rigorous physical and psychological training as intelligence agents at an early age, did not reveal their emotions, but implicitly complained that they should be made to atone with death for Nina's statements that disparaged the God they worshipped.

"This is not the time. That woman could be the thread to find out who the Archbishop of the Patriarchate is. Us, Olivier Duraland, who Hua (Brosom) couldn't even get a clue as to his identity.

Bring this parchment to Lord Tamos. Don't let other countries distract you from my relationship. "

"I understand."

Upon receiving parchment from François, the men disappeared without sound. François, who remained in the room alone, was remembering Nina's words.

You don't look like Mr. François and the others (...), do you?

"No way... were you aware of the presence of a subordinate who was placing in the room?

That's not possible, François laughs as if to deny her own thoughts. The five men who were in the room were among the stems. The technique was used further to erase the signs. Even François said he couldn't possibly be aware of every Olivier Duraland doll if he didn't know beforehand it wouldn't even come true.

François recalls Nina's exchange as she includes a cup of tea in her mouth. François has the skills to guess their emotions and thoughts from voice, gesture, and signs, and can automatically write the results on parchment. Instead of thinking about Nina, I didn't even know if she had feelings of joy and sorrow.

The girl who came into contact to approach 'The Seeds of Disaster' was one of the handpawns of the Archbishop of the Patriarchate, Olivier Duraland. Girl who said her own constraints were broken and her emotions returned. Memories and emotions had been erased by Olivier Duraland, and he became a collaborator on condition that he provided information about the lost memories.

"It's going to be more troublesome than I think."

The light of the sun illuminates Nina from above her head. Its foothold was somewhere light as it walked down a mountain path with depressions and grass trees towards the city Cummer.

"I don't even know where Stella's body is. Who's gonna be the rest? And François is a funny guy. I can't believe I've never seen him before, but he's got a god. It's easy to tell if there's a god."

Nina strokes a trace of blood that spreads to her chest as if she remembered. The next thing you know, the blood is stopped, but the two Zhu lines that remain in your neck are the same.

"Yeah, that's it. If you keep coming home, Yu will worry."