Chapter 241 – Living

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Albein had no choice but to be taken aback by the situation right in front of him.

Sasha-the girl she knew, Sanacia Rubenwolf, had a bright feeling, but she was a girl like a flower that bloomed innocently.

She was one of the candidates she had been searching for before to kick out Cleon and fill the vacancy.

As a result of her decision her, she was chosen, but immediately after her her first adventure her with her her, there was an accident that her Quon’s divine magic was weakening.

The only thing she went on a proper adventure after that was the search for an abandoned mine with Gala.

First of all, let’s talk.

Albein is a woman who has abandoned herself – Quon and Layla, and Sasha. The grudge I had for these three was less than I thought.

Because he must have thought that they had been forcibly raped by Cleon and brainwashed by the imprint and left him.

When they parted, they said things like ‘It’s their own will’ and ‘I believe in Cleon’…

He thought that even that was a scripted dialogue he uttered while being Cleon’s puppet.

But- what about Sasha in front of me?

It was hard to imagine that she had been mechanically transformed by her brainwashing her, seeing as Lilim bowed her head and apologized to herself.

In her cold sweat her, her face her pale, the canine ears hanging down on top of her head her.

“I’m sorry! This kid, I’m from far away, so I don’t even know the difference between nobles and commoners…!”

She never even dreamed that she was Alban.

For some reason, Alvein was angry at Sasha’s appearance of her.

Not recognizing oneself, although it is certainly a fortunate thing-

As if she had forgotten her surprise and delighted reaction her when she invited her to her party her.

“…You guys. You don’t know who I am, but I see-“

The moment Albein tries to say something to them with the stupid words that come out of his mouth without knowing himself.

His chin and his mouth were closed.

Lilim, who was lowering her head, showed her a creepy smile as she lifted her face.

It was because it resembled the face of `Cleon` who laughed at herself somewhere.

Never-she’s not intimidated, she rationalizes herself, but she turns her head.

“Well, fine. Commoners can do that.”

And while leaving something like a loser’s excuse.

“Go, thank you…”

However, Sasha didn’t notice why Albain was reacting like that, and she must have thought it was the generosity of a nobleman.

Sasha bows her head once more, and as she breathes a sigh of relief, she grabs Lilim’s hand her.

“Well, then! We have a place we need to go to! The aristocrats will come out this way!”

And pointed in her direction to her, just as Sasha was about to leave Albein behind.

“For a moment!”

Alban calls her over.

Sasha flinched! Her body her trembled and her ears pricked up, but she slowly turned her head and looked back at her.

‘What else…?’ Was the same expression.

“You… Are you living in that mansion? I heard that there lives a magician from the Dark Demon clan who attacks people at will.”

When Sasha said that, Lilim and Sasha both shut their mouths at the same time.

`Hmm… It’s because he was brainwashed by Cleon anyway, and one is his daughter. I will deny it.`

Albein didn’t even understand why he said such a thing.

Of course, the culprit or the cause is the Polymorph drug.

It could be said that as the body grew younger, self-control and judgment became blurred accordingly.

Lilim’s expression instantly turned grim.

“Papa is-“

And, just as the black magic trickled down and tried to attack Alvein.

Flinch! She shuddered and looked at Sasha, who was standing next to her.

And then, Lilim’s face gradually started to turn pale, and when she showed the way she was about to step back.

Albein couldn’t figure out why she looked like that.

The amount of mana that humans can feel is different for each person.

Magical pressure is, in the end, caused by the difference between the amount of magic power generated by one’s own body and the amount of magic power emitted by the other party.

Therefore, people with a lot of mana and people with a little too much mana can feel the mana pressure.

The greater the difference, the greater the mana pressure felt – once the difference exceeds a certain level.

It was enveloped in the whole of that mana, and because it reached a state where it could not be pushed out by mana, it was impossible to feel the mana pressure itself.

Therefore.

Albein even though the amount of magical energy emitted by Sasha in front of her had swelled to the level right before killing herself by biting her.

It is impossible to notice. ‘Marang’in front of her eyes her.

“Sa, Sasha… That, stop…”

On the contrary, because Lilim could feel the magic pressure right next to her.

Sasha, who always showed a kind and bright appearance in front of her, and who was troubled by Lilim’s pranks her.

If she had eyes like a wolf and was on the verge of running into the girl in front of her.

Even Lilim, who had lowered her mental age, was taken aback, and she couldn’t help but be terrified.

“…What’s with those eyes. I’m a nobleman? If you even lift a finger at me-“

However, Albein dismisses Sasha’s attitude her as ‘arrogant’.

Okay. After all, the opponent considers himself a nobleman.

Even Sasha knows very well what happens when a commoner runs afoul of a noble in this city.

Her fingernails slowly grow longer.

When the wolf god inside her, who sympathizes with her anger her, slowly takes over the initiative of the body her and tries to tear the rude person in front of her …

Bang! And as the mansion door opened, someone jumped out.

It was at the same time that her fingernails were swinging.

Chew! A white flash of light flashes in front of her eyes.

“Sasha! What’s going on!? If you raised her magical power her that much…!”

And- the one who jumped out of the mansion was Quon with a worried face.

As Sasha suddenly comes to her senses at her call her, she looks at what she has done.

A nail that is harder than branded steel.

A blade of magical power that spewed out.

And- the blade cut the floor a little further away neatly, no different from cutting butter.

It leaves three lines of scars.

Did Albein finally feel the shock wave that had just passed her side of her?

I glanced to the side of her.

“Ooh, whoaaaaagh!”

With an unsightly scream, he turns around and runs away.

“Oh that…!”

Sasha then realized what she had done and turned pale.

He looks at the approaching Quon and rolls her eyes back and forth while talking with a panicked expression.

“I’m sorry! For some reason, I couldn’t control my anger just now…! Hearing Cleon-san’s curse…”

Quon approached Sasha and placed her hand her on her shoulder her, comforting her as if to calm her down.

Then, seeing a girl running away, she narrowed her eyes.

Her frightened tears glisten through her flowing blonde hair.

It was because, for some reason, she felt her familiar aura her from her her, who had disappeared from her sight her before long.

“…No matter how angry you are, never attack a child.”

“Wh, of course! If it was someone else, I’m sure I wouldn’t have reacted this way… Uh, why? Just looking at that girl, I got angry without realizing it…”

Could it be that something like disgust carved deep in her heart worked?

Even though her appearance had changed, Sasha instinctively felt his true identity her—no, she might have sensed his soul her.

“…For now, let’s go inside and talk. Anyway, today is a sermon.”

“Uh…Yes…”

As Quon speaks in her stern voice, Sasha drops her shoulders loudly.

Seeing Sasha like that, Lilim looked at Sasha, and she herself had a dark expression, and then she put a candy in her hand.

Sasha looked at Lilim as if she was a little moved.

Lilim speaks.

“If Sasha doesn’t go out with me… I can’t go out either…”

“…Was she that way…”

And she let out a sigh.

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Cleon, who has no way of knowing what happened to his party her, carefully walks around the mansion with Merca, and soon enters the room of the boy whose maid is said to have died.

As she befits a room belonging to an aristocrat, not a single toy can be seen, and a bookshelf full of books that are difficult for children to read, or a study desk.

And, it was a desolate room with beds that felt a bit old.

Other than that, it’s probably a closet that feels a bit like life.

Even so, it was true that it felt shabby compared to other nobles’ rooms.

Especially compared to the room at the inn where Merca was staying until now.

Red was scattered in one place on the uncarpeted wooden floor.

Perhaps, these are the bloodstains of the maid who unfortunately lost her life by the thieves.

It felt like it had been cleaned once, but the traces of blood that had been absorbed by the old wood were not easily erased.

Naturally, Cleon’s eyes frowned.

“…”

Seeing the atrocities of thieves, an ordinary person would first feel anger.

It’s not enough to go into someone else’s house and kidnap a child to covet things. He killed an ordinary woman who was just doing her job her.

He could only be called a wicked man with no excuses.

And it was the same with Merca, unlike her usual confident smile and sparkling eyes as she observed the situation.

He was looking at the bloodstains, wrinkled between his brows her.

And soon, Cleon’s eyes meet.

“…Is it surprising that I frowned?”

“No-… Um. To be honest, a little bit. I’ve been working as an investigator for over 10 years, so I thought I wouldn’t lose my poker face if someone died.”

“The investigator doesn’t need a poker face, even during interrogation. Of course, unless you’re really playing cards.”

After Merca spat her words her in a bit of a joke, she murmured as she kissed her order’s necklace hanging around her neck her.

“There’s a hell prepared for motherfuckers. Rest in peace.”

Like that, after briefly praying for the deceased’s soul, she moves her feet next.

“According to the written request. The victim-maid is said to have died after being decapitated from behind with a sharp blade. Seeing that the neck of her was not completely detached, the blade was short … ‘Dagger’. However, the cutting edge was very clean. Judging by the fact, either the skill of the cut person is good or the equipment is good. It must be either one.”

“You mean there’s a high chance he’s not an ordinary thief?”

“Right.”

At Cleon’s words her, Merca nodded her head, put her hand on the bloodstain, and closed her eyes for a moment.

“…What are you doing?”

“I’m reading the object’s memory.”

When Merca said that, Cleon opened her eyes wide and gave her a surprised expression.

“…It’s amazing, I’ve heard that there are people with such abilities before. Indeed, as a Merca investigator, their weapons aren’t just their power of action and reasoning.”

“…”

In response to Cleon’s praise of her, Merca raises the corner of her mouth with a ‘huh’.

“Sorry, that was a joke. Actually, I don’t have that ability.”

“Hey…”

“But I didn’t expect her to react so seriously…”

Seeing her trembling Merca with her face blushing as if she was ashamed of herself, Cleon let out a sigh and shook her head.

“So? What are you really doing?”

“I’m organizing my thoughts. If the culprit is not an ordinary thief, if there is a possibility. A professional hired by someone for the purpose of kidnapping from the beginning… Would it be right to say that they are thieves?”

After hearing Merca’s words up to that point, even if it was Cleon, there were people who came to mind.

“That’s- thieves’ way-“

The next moment, something sharp from her flew towards Merca’s head her.

Reflexively, when Cleon’s body moves, Galatea from his waist her is pulled out and his thoracic water her is deflected when he is careless.

Even Cleon himself was surprised by the reaction of his body her before his head her, and then stood still.

He realized that what he had bounced off and lodged in the wall were two sharp throwing daggers.

“Merka!”

“I know. Thank you, Cleon.”

Merka opens her eyes, clenches her fists, stands in her seat, and stars at her bed.

To be precise, it must be under the bed.

“It’s not bad reaction speed.

Then, what crawled out from under her with a snake-like movement was a woman wearing a black tights all over her body and a mask on her face.

There were several daggers in the same shape as the one just thrown hanging from her thighs, arms, and everywhere on her clothes.

The only cloth part was the part of the hood that covered the hair.

“I wonder if the chill you were feeling was your life. You completely erased the presence, but why didn’t you hide the fact that you were alive?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a mission. I couldn’t control the boiling blood. Besides, if the opponent is a clan of dark demons, especially.”

At her words, Cleon frowns at her.

“Assassin… Is my reasoning wrong?”

“No, Merca’s reasoning isn’t wrong. She’s a different human than the thief who murdered the maid.”

At Cleon’s words her, the woman wearing her mask obediently nodded her head.

“That’s right. There’s no need to do things like petty thieves. I’m just… I guess it’s my role to catch people who come and bury them.”

“…”

At her answer her, Merka narrowed her eyes once more.

“Then—you and the thieves’ employer must be the same person. Is it me or Cleon?”

“Neither way. If I had to say it… I should say that it aims to create even greater chaos in this city.”

The next second, if you think her figure her disappeared before her eyes her.

She bounces off the wall like her spider, then leaps toward the ceiling.

At a speed so fast that even her afterimages of her were left behind, Cleon raised her demonic sword while she panicked and raised her sword above his head of her.

Caang! If you hear a sharp sound like

Cleon felt a powerful shock in her hand her, and she—

She was seen spinning in the air, brandishing her dagger aiming for the back of Cleon’s neck her.

When her attempt fails, she immediately releases the dagger and kicks Cleon’s arm away.

Landing lightly on her desk, she drew another dagger and looked at Cleon.

“You- how did you just respond to that technique?`

When she asked, seemingly genuinely surprised, Cleon answered quietly.

“I know that technique. …I’ve seen it many times.”

Pillar of the sky. It is the sword skill that Ruba is most confident in, and her secret skill after learning the assassination sword.

Cleon told her, swallowing her words, ‘I’ve used them too.’

Then she flinched, stopped, then lowered her head, bursting into laughter as if she couldn’t help it.

“Yes! I see… You were that man! You said you took the beginning of Ruba…!”

Cleon frowned at her words and actions her, but Merca shut her mouth for a moment and then she spoke.

“Lubera… Originally, she was a maid of the Wood Knocker family, but she recently moved her job to the Tromeia family. She also investigated that she was familiar with Cleon. No way, she would have mingled with her as well. “

“You’re Rubera’s teacher.”

“Answer~.”

Seeing her speak her in her mischievous voice her, Cleon frowned at her and took her Galatea by her hands her to position her her.

Then, when she saw it, her body flinched and trembled.

“Huh- that attitude… I see. Is it a fate like this?”

“…?”

Cleon doesn’t quite understand what she’s talking about.

But either way, the assassin jumped up once more and left her bare hands her, Merca, and swung two daggers at Cleon at the same time.

It was the exact opposite of the light, light, yet deadly blow he had been wielding earlier.

That attack, aimed at crushing it with force from the front, was hardly an assassin’s move.

If you ask which one, it’s a beast. It was the movement of a trained hunter to hunt, defeat, and overwhelm the enemy.

“That hateful disciple of Talchek…! With personal grudge, I think I have a reason to kill you.”

“If you have a grudge against a gorilla, at least spit on its grave his…! That human’s grave is nowhere to be found!”

Frowning at the assassin’s words, she tries to shake off the assassin with a strong thrust of her sword, but she moves her foot her and kicks Cleon’s arm her.

The moment I thought that the strength she was putting in her arm was gone due to the strong impact.

Suddenly, the assassin’s body is torn apart by something.

To be precise, something grabbed her leg her and-

As it was, she rotated her body greatly and hit it hard on the ground.

Thud! Along with that, a ‘Kahheuk!’ Sound came from under the assassin’s mask.

Cleon looked at Merca, who was shaking his hands in front of him, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“… I can’t stand ignoring me.”

Merca unties his hand her while making a ‘thud-deuk’sound that can’t be heard from his prosthetic arm her.

“You wouldn’t call 2:1 cowardly. I’ll catch you, criminal.”

Saying that, he rushed towards the assassin.