Chapter 242 – The Assassin

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Merca’s prosthetic limbs and prosthetic limbs, through powerful magic cylinders designed inside each, are capable of imparting muscle strength beyond human limits, and their performance is guaranteed to some extent in terms of combat.

Of course, the person who made it-

‘The detective’s secret weapon is a sword in the invisible place!’

While saying that, when Merca ordered it, it was included as a function that was not requested.

For Merca, who seems to be unarmed when it is necessary to suppress force, which is perfect for Merka’s own personality.

It was a perfect design for a joker card that could put a powerful counterattack on unwary criminals.

Let Rubera’s teacher, the assassin, hold a personal grudge against Cleon, wield a dagger and ignore Merca’s existence.

Then, as if he thought it was time for him to step up, he immediately touched the prosthetic arm’s elbow and knee.

[The limiter has been released.]

When the voice running through her nerves rang in her ears her.

Merca immediately kicked Cleon’s arm and grabbed the leg of the assassin who was trying to free his guard his-

“Ha!”

With her roaring screams her, she spins her body her, pinning her to the wooden floor as it is.

“Kahuk!”

No matter how trained she is as an assassin, she could not escape the shock when she collided with the ground, taking all the weight of her without falling.

A pained moan escapes from her mouth her, her eyes wide open and her pupils moving quickly between squinted eyes to make out what has happened.

Looking down at her like that, her Merca, her thumps both of her hands.

And, with the same confident expression as always-

“I can’t stand ignoring me.”

Investigators who make a ‘thud-deuk’ sound by releasing their hands.

Of course, it was strange that the joint of the prosthetic arm made such a sound, but this also explains the hobby of the maker.

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

With a confident voice, if you hit the ground hard with the clenched fist of the prosthetic arm—

Bang! A loud voice rang out, but the assassin evaded the fatal blow by quickly rolling his body her.

Most surprising of all, even though the seemingly dangerous regime was slammed into the weak wooden floor, there was no hole in the floor.

“That arm… It’s amazing.”

[Confirm that the hit target is not a criminal. It offsets the impact to prevent property damage.]

Once again, the guidance message heard in Merca’s ears her.

When entering a battle as an investigator, the thing I care about the most is collolateral damage.

It is the existence of the third damage and victims that occur for the execution of the operation.

If she fights, the criminals will naturally resist.

In the process, innocent citizens – or their possessions – had to be destroyed.

The maker of the prosthetic arm and leg produced a product that showed a performance of 120% or more in the ‘that part’ requested by Merca when asked to make it, and provided it to Merca.

When the blow hits, if the target is not a ‘criminal’ that Merca recognizes, it offsets the shock that will occur and makes it much weaker than a normal adult male punch.

And- the existence of such a limiter is what it is.

When Merka swings her fists or legs toward her target, she gets rid of all `unconscious power control` and transforms herself into a being that can only look forward.

After stepping lightly, Merca quickly swung her legs at the assassin.

“However, unless it is the power obtained through self-training… “

The assassin thought that her kicks her were inferior compared to Cleon’s swordsmanship of her, and created a fishy laugh behind her mask of her.

She moved her body just as she was, trying to dodge that kick for a moment-

“What about training?”

Clap! There is a clicking sound, and something like a small explosion comes from the back of the prosthetic arm of her, causing her leg to accelerate.

“Wow!?”

The assassin is taken aback by the explosion that occurred in a place she never thought of, and her leg her flying at a deadly speed, and her reaction her is slightly delayed.

But even so, he is a veteran of veterans who has been active as an assassin for decades.

The trajectory of the legs that gained explosive acceleration was fixed in a simple straight line, so by forcibly twisting her body, she succeeded in suppressing the damage to the extent that it barely brushed her arm her.

“Haha… It’s crazy. The power of borrowing the power of magic tools to wield like that… My body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.”

It is the other foot that is grounding that exerts the power to support the posture in kicking.

An attack using acceleration is a rebound that cuts through her body for Merca as it is, and accumulates damage to her body as well as her.

However, despite the assassin’s advice and similar words, Merca did not stop. She burrowed into the assassin’s arms and brandished her prosthetic fist her.

Get a card! A thump is heard, and it is the dagger that the assassin has replaced that blocks her fist.

“I don’t care. Do you think I would care about that?”

Interrupting her words Her, Merca swung her powerful fist.

“You’re the annoying type…! Ha ha!”

And, did he decide that there was a limit to clearing her stormy fists with a dagger?

At the same time as the assassin’s shadow distorted – a plainclothes sword was pulled out from within.

`Demonic sword…!?`

For a moment, Cleon mistook it for a demonic sword because of the black magic she felt from the sword she held in her hand her, with something like the eyes of a red beast embedded in it.

Charleureuk! She sees that she does n’t feel much magical power from the blade that spreads out, and realizes that her weapon is a normal weapon combined with a magic tool.

No, more than that, I’ve seen that plain clothes sword somewhere-

The next moment, the extended blade entwined around Merca.

As the name suggests, if you try to catch Merca while bending its path her whenever it hits a wall or ceiling, the sword extends like a snake.

Merka realizes she can’t dodge, and she quickly crosses her arms into her defensive posture.

[Cleon! Concentration!]

“I know!”

When Galatea raises her voice, Cleon immediately draws her magic her from her hands her.

“Blazing Chain!”

When Lila’s magic, whether connected through the imprint, is pulled and released, flames in the form of burning chains move along the blades of the Plain Sword that cover the room, preventing them from trying to capture Merca.

“Chi-it…! Dog-like magic swordsman…!”

The assassin spat out a curse at Cleon’s interruption, and then flicked her knob once –

Clap! A sound was heard, and the chain connecting the blades of the plain sword was being cut.

Thanks to this, the blades, freed from the bondage of the chain of flames created by Cleon, moved like moths flying in the sky, drawing a trajectory targeting the unprotected parts of Merca and starting to move separately.

Seeing that the red jewel on the handle of the plain sword gave off a suspicious light, it was possible to know that he was using it to manipulate the blades.

“Merka! Step back once!”

When Cleon snapped her fingers to release the blazed chain from holding its shape, Merca quickly stepped back and came closer to Cleon.

And her moving blades her tracking her.

And not only that, the assassin threw the daggers that were wrapped around his body at the two, quickly mixing them between the blades.

Cleon and Merca respond by wielding their respective weapons to clear them away, but-

“In the first place, you guys entered this room by mistake…! Let me tell you!”

The time when the feet of the two were tied to responding to the flying blades.

An assassin’s dagger thrown toward the ceiling.

And that dagger, hidden in the ceiling, triggers a trap for the scapegoat that the assassin had prepared in advance.

It was the electricity-type magic that was sealed inside the small magic stone.

Paperweight! A golden electric shock bounced off with a loud sound.

It attacks the bodies of the two as it is.

“Keukssuk…!”

“Aww…!”

Both Cleon and Merca let out moans of pain from their mouths at the sudden powerful shock that wrapped around their bodies.

“If you don’t say that 2:1 is cowardly… Traps are like that too! Kid!”

Cleon and Merca momentarily stop moving due to an electric shock.

And the assassin was not merciful enough to miss that gap.

She was slammed like a spring and approached, with a sharp dagger in each hand.

It was aimed at the bodies of Cleon and Merca and was swung.

[Cleon!]

The next moment, Galatea’s screaming voice was heard, and at the same time, Cleon’s body felt the mana being sucked out of her.

Considering that Galatea’s form her has been transformed, it has become like her wand her.

The four wings protruding from inside it rotate fiercely and create strong winds.

The transformed form of Galatea was Mezai’s staff.

When a wind so great as to stagger a person’s body was created, the assassin’s light body inevitably faltered.

Even the blades of the flying plainsword that tried to attack the two were pushed away by the wind and stuck into the wall.

And- the sound from Merca

[Overcharge complete. Forced ejection begins. Reach toward the target for ejection.]

Originally, Merka’s ability to use when her magic cylinder is almost full is activated by absorbing the electricity generated by the enemy.

As her prosthetic arm her stretches out toward the assassin, an orb of electricity forms from her fingertips her —

Intense sparks are fired, and high-temperature plasma is concentrated in the sphere.

And-

“Plasma Gungnir!”

With Merca’s starter word, the restraints held by her prosthetic arm were released, and the plasma immediately surged forward as a powerful beam of destruction.

Perhaps feeling the terrifying power, the assassin immediately stopped attacking and focused on evasion.

Even so, it was impossible to completely evade the attack that rushed at the speed of light.

Quaang! The loud sound echoed at the same time as Merca’s attack hit the wall of the boy’s room.

The assassin evades the beam by humiliatingly rolling himself to the ground.

However, even so, the shock or heat could not be completely avoided, as part of the cloak was burned and melted, and the skull mask worn on the face was also cracked.

“…”

[Energy consumption, 89%. The function is temporarily disabled to cool the overheating…]

The operation of the prosthetic arm and leg in Merca’s body is suspended.

Cleon and her assassins couldn’t help but shut her mouth as they saw the signs of destruction she had wrought.

If only she had n’t lifted her arms her a little bit and fired her strikes skyward at least in her line of sight her.

The laser extending in a straight line might have even burned other noble mansions along the way.

Even if its thickness was only about the thickness of Merca’s arm her.

The assassin presses his mask with his hand and glares at Cleon and Merca.

Cleon also meets her eyes her and tries to grab her once again, holding Galatea in her hand her, which has returned to her original form at some point.

Thanks to her flopping and collapsing her and momentarily looking at Merca, who lost her mind, the assassin allowed her to distance herself.

“In a confined space… You guys who are Talchek’s disciples, and that young investigator. I thought I could win against both of them.”

“Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to work.”

“Whoa… Well, it’s good. This opportunity isn’t the only one. You’d better take care of that child, too.”

“…”

Cleon narrowed his eyes at her words and glared at the assassin, but the assassin raised his free hand to his bare lips beneath the broken mask and—

With a sigh, he blew her kiss towards Cleon.

“What do you mean?”

“Sounds that he’s interested in you. And… Marking. Come on. Marking of death. I’m sorry for Ruba… Talchek’s apprentice who stole everything from me… I can’t stand it without killing him. “

“What the hell did that gorilla do to you?”

Saying that, she giggled and turned her body around.

“Eveline. The eighth blade.”

“…”

“It’s my name. And it’s an old title. Your master dropped its value when he cut me down.”

“Was it simply resentment for losing…”

At Cleon’s words her, Evelyn seemed to shut her mouth for a moment, then she turned to Cleon.

Under the mask, a lifelike glow of eyes glared at Cleon.

“To Talchek, you must be a precious existence. Now that he’s dead… The only thing he can take away is your life.”

Saying so, Evelyn disappears as soon as she jumps.` For her, everything about Iona must be kept a secret from her.`

If Evelyn learns of her existence her, she will target her more than herself.

And, Merca passed out quietly in Cleon’s arms to her. The smoke billowing from her prosthetic limbs and prosthetic limbs indicated that she had been putting in a lot of effort to fight Evelynn.

‘…It will take some time to happen, but I’ve got as much information as I can get here.’

The first is that it was the thieves’ guild that did this.

The second is that the person who hired them is a person who would hire an ‘assassin’.

‘…As expected, another aristocrat involved.’

Cleon thought so and put Merca on his back her.

Before the thief guild and other nobles noticed the disturbance, they had to return to Ascaron and Aruru, who were waiting outside.