Chapter 17 – Screenplay

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“Did the Veil Tooth fail… Well.

A woman with a seductive yet dangerous aura, twisting her lips in the dark.

In her hands was a skull mask covered in blood and a purse. This means that her commission has been canceled due to the failure of her mission.

She said that she would return the money she had been handed over to carry out her request, along with the removal of the person who had been put in charge of the mission.

The Veiled Bite is a group that makes their living in this area by assassinating people.

The leader’s ‘shadow’ had heard rumors that she once pierced through the middle of the forehead of a strong man whose level was more than twice as high as hers, and killed her at once.

Although she thought it was worth a try. In the end, did this happen?

Of course. She had no intention of forgiving him for it. Aware of her own involvement, they needed to be silenced.

So, shall we use the power of the hero here?

The woman twirls her fingers and puts on her own hat, which has been placed on her desk.

A crest of laurel engraved in gold on red cloth.

And a hammer symbolizing ‘judgment’ in the middle.

Among the 21 departments that exist in the academy. 20th.

The symbol of the Department of [Execution].

Dangerous molecules whose existence is not even known to ordinary students.

Especially in her case of broken brakes, both humanly and ethically.

As good as watching a fool dance on her own hands to her delight.

There was no play that was fun and exciting.

001

Back streets of the city. Inside the shady passageway created between the entered buildings and the walls.

The darkness that ordinary people can’t reach if they live a normal life under the sunlight. I was definitely dreaming.

Although it is a guild that prides itself on having good security compared to other cities.

As far as going into the back alleys, I would never recommend it.

If there is a light side, there is a dark side.

Under the direction of the winds of happiness, behind the city has grown freely.

In a normal place, there is a place for those whose existence is not tolerated.

[Assassination group] [Gang] [Cult]

Accidents that make your head hurt just by hearing their name.

However, they are also the ones who know that once they leave this place, they will finally have nowhere to go.

That’s why they were parasites of the city who still feed on the darkness, keeping to some extent morality.

Are there any concerns about these parasites? A woman was walking through the maze-like back alleys of the city.

Bloodstains splattered all over the aisle. Smell of alcohol. The smoke of illegally created ‘drugs’.

Staring eyes are felt from all sides. The woman went forward, forward, without taking her hand off the sword. She was walking further into the alley.

Black hair and black eyes. Rapier in light armor.

It was Cleon, who changed his appearance through illusion magic.

If you show up in your true form, of course you have to deal with the bounty idiots.

I even changed the gender. The hair and eye color couldn’t be changed even with ‘distortion’, so I had to leave it as it is.

But she couldn’t believe that… No, there were no people she thought were ‘wanted criminals’.

There was no gap in the gait that was too confident. Certainly. She must be a famous female adventurer.

That’s why the eyes of her watching her had no choice but to quench her appetite.

She judged that she was not a target they could deal with just by that presence.

Cleon passed through the distance that their eyes could reach and arrived at the plaza in the deepest part.

A small flat area of ​​only about 8 square meters.

A place surrounded by walls of some kind of building on all sides and accessible only through one passage.

There was only one beggar sitting quietly waiting for the enemy ship.

Cleon doesn’t look elsewhere and moves straight ahead to the beggar.

Then, he throws a gold coin into the can he is holding and says.

“Fear the fangs of the shadows. Uza’s death is like a sweet fruit. Your screams will be the bells of a new morning.”

At first glance, an esoteric sentence whose meaning is unknown. However, when the beggar heard that sentence, he took out a golden bell from his bosom and waved it.

`Chirin… Chirin… Chirin…`

A short bell, ringing exactly 13 times.

Then, quickly, exit the plaza through the passage Cleon entered.

If Cleon waits quietly-

A figure emerges from the shadows between the buildings.

Wearing a skull mask. A thin woman with long black hair.

I wonder if she’s a little taller than Sasha. Her brown skin is visible through the black armor.

It’s probably the color you’ve had since birth, not sunburn.

Girl without taking off her mask. Cleon-Looks at the adventurer in the form of a woman.

Then, quietly, she opened her mouth.

“Who brought the Veil Bite?”

Insipid voice. As a follower of the god of death, he was trained to intentionally erase his emotions.

Cleon looked down at the girl and opened her mouth.

“I want to talk with you.”

What came out was a woman’s voice. The tone was that of a man.

The girl tilted her head at such a strange person.

Is it a sense of incongruity or a sense of crisis? He seemed to have trouble deciding which one.

Well then, Cleon snaps her fingers. And then- as the female form disappeared, Cleon’s form as a magic swordsman returned.

The next moment, the girl’s hair shakes unsteadily.

Is it surprise or anger?

However, as a follower of the god of death, an assassin who considers murder a pious ritual.

Killing her own feelings, she quietly looked at her Cleon and opened her mouth.

“‘If I hold a grudge against the gold, I will not hold a grudge against the heart.'”

That phrase was a sentence that any assassination group had in common as a creed.

It is forbidden to have a `personal’ grudge against the target of assassination, even if you have `money` feelings toward those who offer death upon request.

If you violate this——you could turn into a mere murderer. It was their doctrine.

Silence for a moment.

“… I thought that even if I was resentful, I couldn’t help it.”

To such a girl, Cleon speaks quietly.

Possibly- the match that I fought yesterday. The shadow assassin is no longer in this world.

According to the rules of the assassination group. An assassin who failed to fulfill the request had to be punished within the group.

Because he was promised to come with a human life. Responsible for that failure. To give one’s own life

If you don’t like it Living as a fugitive for the rest of his life, he has no choice but to die while trembling at his own death, not knowing when it will come.

Yesterday’s assassin did not. No, maybe not.

Exactly. His skills far exceeded that of an ordinary assassin.

He recalled that he, too, was unable to react to the first blow or the second movement, and Cleon mourned him silently.

“──I am `Peldia`. I am an apostle who succeeded the `Shadow` of the previous generation who sacrificed his life to God due to failure.”

“I’m Cleon. … Self-introduction beyond this is unnecessary.”

Perdia nodded and looked up at Cleon. Although I doubted that this man had defeated his master.

From Cleon’s attitude, he could sense that he had a strange affinity for them.

“What is a story? The request for you has already been withdrawn.”

A girl is one letter at a time. Talk with your composure.

In an assassination group, failure is the worst outcome than death.

Therefore, many chose to associate with the object rather than fail.

“I came to warn you.”

“Warning? Are you trying to blackmail us?”

At Cleon’s words, Perdia felt a little strange.

In the opinion of adventurers, an assassination group is just a group of murderers who kill people for money.

Even though they were afraid of them, Ferdia knew that there was contempt for them at the root of it.

Obviously in this man one sensed either his respect for his own master or his courtesy.

It was strange for him to say such a thing.

“No, it’s not me who threatens you. They’re more dangerous.”

“…What a-“

The moment you said that. An earthquake shaking the plaza. The sound of something exploding came from underground.

“What…!?”

Ferdia looks around in dismay, and notices smoke rising. That way, she said, was the direction of their hideout.

Then, she looks straight at Cleon. Could it be this man?

However. He had no time to think. Perdia’s priority was to ensure everyone’s safety before Cleon’s.

Leaving Cleon alone, she soars into the shadows. As if running on the ground. Kick the wall with natural, smooth footwork and run over it.

If you saw her in the dark of her moonlit night. She must have been seen only as her death, which had come to take shape.

However, Cleon could see the ‘things he was carrying’ on his small back.

It was to look at it quietly.

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“Keugh… Why… Here…”

Boys and girls falling to the ground. All of them seemed to be less than 10 years old. Most of them are dark-haired and brown-skinned children.

Although the dagger in his hand was sharpened. It seemed that they themselves did not.

They were just ‘villains’ who fell before the ‘sacred sword of justice’ shining brightly in front of their eyes.

The one who soaks them in and defeats them in turn——the hero Alvein.

Hearing someone’s information, he raided the assassin group’s hideout.

Borrow the power of the holy sword to incapacitate the members hiding in the hideout one by one.

The power of the Holy Sword that makes you feel pain enough not to take your life.

Of course—not mercy or anything like that. It’s just to show off your achievements to everyone.

“Whoa~ The stress that has accumulated over the past few days has been relieved.”

It was the same attitude as when dealing with monsters outside the city. He didn’t feel any resistance to cutting humans.

Alban thought. ‘Holding her hand with that woman was the correct answer,’ he said.

I don’t know the exact affiliation or location. Even his status—being a fan of himself would be a lie.

However, the ability to move that guild master-

Information power that grasps the hideout of the assassination group.

Killing Cleon, he himself becomes the hero of this city.

Accepting her offer to help him become the greatest warrior.

Truly, he could only think of the help of the goddess.

“Now. How many are left?

Albein loosened her shoulders as if those assassins were annoyed.

“I’ll tell you. There’s nothing wrong with killing you with one of my will.”

At the same time, it was to intimidate those who had fallen and lost the will to fight.

“Anyway, you’re ‘parasites’ who don’t have a problem disappearing from society.”

With their disappearance, this city will become a little more livable.

“I’m just ‘constructing’ a parasite like that. It doesn’t even go into a fight.”

So, her own actions are justice. A situation where she has no shortage of wielding a sword as a hero.

Victory. Achievements. Elation. Satisfied.

The Holy Sword reacts like crazy to positive emotions, making Alvein even more rampant.

The vibrations generated by her magic power amplification made her holy sword shake.

In order to stop him, a human figure emerges from the shadows. Floor to wall, wall to ceiling. And again from ceiling to floor. Floor to wall.

Every time it moves, the ‘black light’ cuts through Alvein’s body. The special dagger will leave four scars on the hero’s body in an instant.

——And while hanging on the wall, Ferdia misunderstood.

Despite attacking Alvein at close to the speed of sound. It was her dagger that broke her.

Alban didn’t do anything. She didn’t exactly ‘react actively’.

It was just that her body was wrapped in the magical power flowing from the holy sword, and normal attacks were nullified.

“Hero… Alvein…! Why did you do this!”

It was like the anger that Cleon showed earlier.

However, it is different from before. This time the anger was ‘reasonable’.

So, putting aside the coolness of her creed, she simply vented her anger at the invader in front of her eyes.

However——the hero does not listen to the words of the ‘evil man’.

“What are you talking about trash. Dirty assassin subject.”

Alvein’s expression did not hide his hatred for evil. Perdia gnashed her teeth.

The man in front of you. He doesn’t consider himself human. He thinks of it as a `bug` with the same number of limbs.

At the same time, he considers it his mercy not to take his life.

Perdia took off the skull mask and threw it away. In the gray eyes that hid beneath him, the sadness of hurting his comrades.

It contained hatred for his hero and anger at himself for being powerless.

So that. Originally, he takes out his true weapon, which is forbidden to use unless he is the target of assassination.

When the magic tattoos on her body shine, her black hair comes to mind.

If you look closely, her hair is clumped together in a few strands, and at the end there is something like a spear tip.

A weapon that the shadow of the time was permitted by the ‘Grim Reaper’. `Spiritual Dance Technique`. It is one of the extremes of the assassination technique, different from the predecessor’s `Jamyounghwiche(潛影揮體).

The girl’s hair dances like a shadow. The length seems to be a stretch restraint. Stretching to impossible distances, walls, ground. Run through the ceiling, only one. Run at full speed to pierce the enemy in front of you.

Like, the roar of a black beast. A lethal blow to end each life.

Alban was taken aback by the change and stepped back from her while holding a defensive posture with her holy sword.

However, Perdia’s ‘shadow’ does not miss it.

Kaga Gaga Gak!!!

A spear that continuously locks itself into the holy sword with a tremendous sound, like a rotating saw blade striking an iron plate. Albein manages to cover her body with divine magic and blocks direct damage, but—

That her spear had a mixture of characteristics that neutralized the target’s magic power and increased its strength with each attack.

It wasn’t until after seeing the blood gushing from her shoulder that Alban realized.

“Keuugh… This worm bitch…!”

Alvein is enraged and gathers her magic into her holy sword. Of course, the magic power that protected her body was gone, but her magic power that was condensed as if it didn’t matter even that was-

“Saint Burst!”

At the same time as his cry, it spread like an explosion in all directions.

A momentary shock that shook the entire hideout. Her feet trembled, and Perdia’s attack stopped in an instant.

Without missing the gap. Albein grabbed one of the assassins lying beside her and used it as her own shield.

“——Kuh… !”

Perdia saw the figure and, once again, had no choice but to stop her movements.

Let’s put her sword to the neck of the girl Albein used as her shield. Fresh blood flows through the blade of the holy sword. Perdia felt her stomach tip over, and unlocked her technique.

“Okay—okay, haha… In case you do something suspicious… You, cut that hair off.”

“…”

The moment she sees her own powers activate. Or, the moment he pretended to attack Alvein.

A man will kill a child in front of his eyes. Perdia just felt desperate. She picks up another unbroken dagger and takes it to her own hair.

Doo, doo, dam…

Sounds like cutting a tendon. Each time his hair, which contains memories of training with his master that he has accumulated so far, falls out.

I felt the pain tearing me to pieces deep in my soul.

Alvein smiled bitterly. She waited for her actions to end.

-The next moment. An arrow of black magic flew and lodged in the back of Alvein’s hand.

Because the body was protected by divine magic, he did not receive a piercing wound. The hostage he was holding in his hand fell. It was an instant thing.

“Uh-?”

Alvein made a foolish noise. And again. What follows is a pillar of flame with physical impact. Although it was large enough to not pierce Alvein’s defense magic.

That power alone was enough to push Alvein out of the hideout.

Alvein is aaaaagh! Making a noise, it flies outside the hideout.

Looking up at the sky, he could see a woman in black garb looking down at her and casting magic.

Who are you! Who the hell are you to do this to yourself!

“Meteor shower in the blue sky… Flare spike.”

Black fireworks shot up into the sky. It then changes its form into a black sun-like fireball.

Protruding from there was a thorny vine of black flame extending its tentacles towards Alvein.

Even if the sorcerer doesn’t focus his consciousness on it, it automatically hits the target repeatedly.

“Oohhhhh!!!”

Alvein tried to hold on, barely using the holy sword to prevent the thorn from getting stuck. The rest of the mind was too busy there. He didn’t notice the shadow approaching him.

Eventually, Perdia’s hair tied Alvein’s legs. Then, bang Alvein! Bang! Randomly beating me up. It was to completely destroy him.

Cleon’s magic ended there.

“…”

Alvein was pinned to the ground, unconscious.

Ferdia’s hair, which had been cut in half, was completely torn out by the movement of a moment ago, so instead of full long hair like before, only the right half of her head came down to the back, becoming an asymmetrical hairstyle.

The moment she tried to finish Alvein with a dagger with an angry face.

Before Cleon could stop her, there was an interrupting voice.

“Oh my gosh… I never thought you would have been here first.~”

A woman in a red uniform. Still, I don’t know if the shadow and the face covered by the brim of the hat were due to magical effects, but I couldn’t recognize it.

For Cleon, that woman he had never met before. The dark side that instinctively manipulated Alvein from behind – the ‘Execution Division’. Could know.

“…Is this your script?”

Cleon asks the Enforcement Division. Then, the woman puts her hand on her chin and tilts her head.

“Yeah~ But. The independent protagonist ruined the script~”

For such things, she has a laid-back attitude. Neutralizing it would be the correct answer here.

The moment Cleon was preparing for the next magic. Her eyes glow red and look towards Cleon.

Then something sounded with a pounding sound. Cleon feels the gathered magic power dissipating by itself.

No, the one who dispelled the magic was himself. I did it of my own will, but not of my own decision.

“Attractiveness…Of the magic eye”

Cleon is a jerk. And cover your eyes However, the magic of the magic eye has already penetrated him. For a while, you may even control the situation where you are tempted to attack from this side.

Seeing this, the woman seems satisfied, slowly flies up into the air and approaches Cleon.

As the distance gets closer, the woman bends the corners of her mouth and becomes a smiling face.

Like this – get closer. If you stab the sword into Cleon’s abdomen. You are the one who wins.

Although Ferdia tried to move her body her to stop such a woman. She has a rebound of the technique she forcibly activated, and her movement slows her down.

However. Next moment-

Just before the Enforcement Division gets close to Cleon.

The magic sword glowed and a beautiful demon appeared in an instant, clinging to Cleon’s body her. She was looking at a woman.

Those eyes—— while swallowing complete darkness. She just has an emotionless face. She looks at the woman

And quietly. The incarnation of the demonic sword spoke.

“Don’t come closer.”

A voice full of malice and murderous intent. The Enforcement Division and Perdia instinctively panicked when they heard the voice that contained magic and acted like a ‘speaking spirit’.

I want to get away from this place right now! A situation where the desire to survive suddenly comes to mind.

The woman hurries away from Cleon and picks up the fallen body of Alvein.

“Hmm~ I guess I’m at a disadvantage now. Let’s do it next time~”

“Wait! As you please…”

Next moment. Cleon falling from the sky. Ferdia looked into Cleon’s face her, who had fallen in surprise.

Perhaps, even more than the magical power of the demonic eye. Borrowing power from the dominant imprints of various characters in succession… And—-, by applying the techniques of the two people in order to transform into a woman. It was a reaction against the combination of two great techniques.

At some point, the demon that had appeared from the sword had disappeared.

Perdia looked around her for a moment, then quietly wrapped Cleon’s body her on her back her-

Together with everyone, we moved towards the emergency hideout.