Chapter 406 – Requirements

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Her remarks her of Ishtal, as well as her her assassins her who surrounded her, made her mouth shut, even her Eustes her, who had been handed her words her to her her.

“Yes? Did I say something, something strange? You pay gold coins to doctors and priests to heal your sickness or heal your wounds, don’t you? It’s about doing something like that.”

In that situation, Ishtal shrugs her shoulders as if she can’t understand her, then lets out a sigh.

In addition to that, if you shake your head, it’s like, ‘This is why humans…’ While making a gesture that looks down on the people around you.

“More than that. Wasn’t this a no-fighting zone? I thought I would be able to wait for Cleon while drinking quietly here. Is it too much?”

If Ishtal spoke so, standing around her and looking around at the assassins pointing their weapons at her.

Beyond her tent her, a woman sitting on her sofa her, looking at her.

Cadley, the head of Adamant and a clan of dark horses like Cleon, speaks with laughter.

“That rule applies to ‘humans’, not to devils like you. If you do anything suspicious, I will rip you to death right here and there.”

“That’s too much. I’m half human too. I really didn’t know you were a biracial racist? It’s more emotional than what Evelyn was talking about.”

The atmosphere was not calm, and if someone applied force to the tension thread even a little bit, it would not be strange if it suddenly broke and developed into bloodshed.

“—I see. As for Evelynn, I have a few questions for you. It’s not my intention to enlist the help of assassins, but I can at least cooperate.”

Merca also laughed and said that, and Ishtal let out an ominous laugh with a ‘huhu’.

“This is the famous guard dog of the kingdom. Is it the daughter of Merca Arcadias? She says she will do anything, and it seems she really is she. But I’m sorry. Because I really have no intention of fighting.”

Upon hearing Ishtal’s shameless words, Merca answered quietly.

“When she thought of what she had done… Do you think you deserve to live the life you want?”

“Not really? Because I don’t want to live freely. Is it any better than that? If you lose your time like this, the man on your shoulder will really die.”

“… “

Merka is struck by Ishtal’s words and speaks to Cadley while kicking her tongue in her.

“Are you Cadley, the head of Adamant? The devil over there introduced me, so there’s no need to introduce myself, right?”

“Of course. Even if she doesn’t talk, she knows about you. … So? Is it my poor fellow countrymen that I carry on those shoulders?”

When Merka nods her head, Ray directs her gaze to the staff inside her bar.

Then, they immediately cleared the messy floor, brought out a bed from the back of the store, and spread it out in its place.

“Now, here.”

When Ray said that, Eustes was dumbfounded by the courteous attitude of assassins.

Then, the Merca approached the bed with the heels of her boots ringing, and she carefully laid her Cleon down.

If her scars are visible to other characters, they all exclaim.

“I was poisoned. You can tell.”

“It looks like it.”

Ray also makes her dark face, looking at Cleon’s blackened scars on her.

“Fix it.”

“Under!”

At Merca’s words, Ray burst into laughter without realizing it.

Although it might be more appropriate to say that she is full of spirits.

Watching Merca talking as if her superiors were giving orders to her subordinates, Ray spoke.

“Hey, detective lady. We certainly have a lot of requests from the kingdom’s high officials, and we’re the ones who are prepared to get our hands dirty with dirty work for the sake of the kingdom… But there is no reason to take orders from you. “

“Oh, that’s right Miss Merca. Besides, if the person who stabbed Cleon was an ‘assassin’, then it would mean that he received a request through this house after all, right? … The men who tried to kill Cleon have no reason to spare Cleon’s life for him.”

“If that’s the case, there’s no reason I would have handed over the adamantite coin to Cleon. After paying the price and entering this place, we are guests. You are the staff And the Assassin’s House provides medical care for its guests. Isn’t it?”

It is Cadley who tried to correct Merca’s habit with her with her elder and assassin’s unique spirit with her, but Merca is also a veteran who went through all of her mountain battles and rose to the position of special investigator with her own skills her.

Even if it was for the sake of balance, its essence could not show weakness against an assassin who could not walk proudly in the sunlight.

“It is as Merca said.”

“Bartender.”

At that time, a masked woman who voiced her as if she was interjecting from the side of her.

Ray raises her voice once as he restrains her with a sigh.

“… What Cleon-nim is wearing inside is the armor prepared in the room I showed you to. It’s designed to be impervious to most swords, but… You could say our service was lacking. It is judged that Cleon needs ‘after-sales service’. Mr. Cadley.”

“I mean after-sales service… Ha. If you’re going to get hit and run around, it’s the coin I gave you to rest.

At Cadley’s words, the bartender speaks while smiling under the mask.

“It’s okay, Merka. Even if you say this, Cadley-sama will not let Cleon die in this state.”

“Don’t speak casually. It’s very cheeky.”

When Cadley says so, she speaks to a figure wearing a mask resembling a bird’s beak, who was standing with a scalpel pointed at Ishtal.

“Poison was your specialty. Lantz.”

“That’s right. Mr. Cadley.”

As he nodded her head at the sound of her voice her, Cadley flicked a coin of her own and handed it to him.

“It is an advance payment for treatment.”

“…All right. Originally, I was going to go on a quest to hunt him, but… If it’s Cadley-sama’s request, I can’t help it.”

As the young man said so, he lowered his hand aiming at Ishtal and moved towards Cleon’s body her.

Then, without hesitation, Cleon began to take off the armor he was wearing.

If you try to take off the armor for adventure that you usually wear that covers the outside of your jacket, and the inner armor you got from the assassin’s room that you put on it.

Eustes frowns at the grotesque sound that gives goosebumps just by hearing it, as the blackened blood sticks to it.

And the assassin called Lanz finally removed all of his armor and inspected Cleon’s upper body her, then shut his mouth for a while-

“What is this man’s body! Are you kidding me!”

As if in disbelief, he shouted loudly in a serious voice.

At that sudden cry, all the people flinched around and looked at Cleon’s body on her with a serious expression.

“…Why would you do that? Is something wrong?”

After seeing his reaction to her, Merca also asks him with a slightly nervous expression, whether she can no longer make a relaxed expression.

Then, Lanz is indignant as he puts his hand on Cleon’s stomach her.

“Is it wrong? Ah! Sure!”

Then, while clenching and bleeding her fist, he touched and talked to the part that was not Cleon’s wound her.

“What are these trained muscles! I didn’t know when I was wearing the armor, but the thickness of my arms is no joke! Cracked abs and wide shoulders! And the goal of the part flowing down this neck!! Hey, the best!”

“… “

After the stormy cry ended, silence flowed inside Adamant.

The eyes of the people around him who look at Lanz, who seem insane, are cold.

It was Cadley himself, scratching his head who nominated him, who slowly opened his mouth in the heavy, stinging silence where no one could easily open his mouth.

“Oh yeah. It did. I forgot you had a heavy muscle fetish. The reason I became an assassin was because I wanted to directly cut through my trained muscles with a scalpel.”

When Cadley muttered as if he had remembered, Lanz spoke with an excited face.

“Exactly, Mr. Cadley! This man’s muscles… ! It’s too bad to let the poison rot like this…!”

“Okay. Then, with the knowledge you have, you can cure this guy’s poison. If you only know the identity of the poison, it will be possible to detoxify it.”

Saying that, Cadley points out the hole at Cleon, and Lanz looks there for a while before talking.

“… Indeed. This is…”

“Do you know what poison it is?”

In response to Merca’s cautious question, Lanz looks straight at her as she sighs in relief.

Silence for a moment.

What he said at the end of the silence that lasted so long that he forgot the indecent act of just before—

“No. I don’t know.”

“Cadley. You don’t have the heart to save Cleon from the start, do you? Asking such an idiot to examine Cleon’s body?”

Finally, Merka, whose mouth has become as rough as it gets rough, her face her has become even rougher than her mouth her, so her pupils her shrink to three hundred eyes and look at Cadley.

Cadley seemed dumbfounded as well, but she was looking at Lanz with her hand on her forehead.

“…It’s too much to say that I’m sick. I am the most poison-learned person in the Assassin’s House, Adamant – no, in this realm. I investigated the poison that can be collected from all the plants, animals , and monsters that exist on this continent, and even tested it myself.”
“Well, if you just say it with words, it won’t work with words that anyone can claim. If you don’t figure out the poison in front of you right now, it’s meaningless knowledge.”

In response to Merca’s obvious words her, Lanz shut her mouth.

Then, when the sound of someone bursting into laughter is heard, everyone’s eyes turn to that direction.

Everyone had forgotten about Lanz’s appearance his for a moment, but now there was an uninvited guest.

“Ahahahaha!!”

“…Ishtal. If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll really purify you with the holy sword.”

To Eustes, Ishtal’s laughter seemed like a mockery towards others.

Ishtal speaks to Eustes, who expresses his anger by raising his hand on Mistiltein.

However, Ishtal answered while wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Ah, sorry. But it’s really funny… Foot…Hehe…”

“I, Lantz, have no intention of becoming a clown, even if I am insulted for being incompetent. —In the first place, how did you say you would detoxify this poison?”

When Lanz once again raises her scalpel and points it at the Ishtal-she shuts her mouth in her grin, and raises the corner of her mouth her.

As if to wink, she closed one eye, rubbed her own lower lip with the index finger of her right hand, and spoke as if she were telling her story her, her secret her that she had been saving her.

“Yeah… Because that poison is the poison I made. Didn’t the muscle pervert over there talk about it earlier? ‘They collected poison from all the plants, animals, and monsters on this continent and studied it. However, since this poison is made from demons that only exist in ‘hell’… Ha ha. That’s right, I don’t know.”

“… “

Once again, silence hangs over Adamant. How many times has this been already?

However, if the silence so far belonged to those who were betrayed by their foolishness and faith, this time it could be said that the others were suppressed by the rage of Merca and Eustes.

“Wait a minute. To clear up one misunderstanding, I didn’t make up my mind what to do with Cleon with this poison. It’s just a by-product of the process of researching demons. ——I just handed it over to someone who said it was necessary.”

“Who is that! Tell!”

When Merca, who had information about the suspect who instigated Cleon’s murder, said so, Ishtal only shrugged her shoulders.

“Isn’t it a story that has nothing to do with it now? Rather than telling such a pointless story. It’s good to remember what I said earlier. I said I came to make a deal to save Cleon.”

At her words her, Eustes took a step forward as if to calm Merca down.

“… Ishtal… You gave birth to many victims, including me. They are still confined in the monastery, unable to return to their original selves. … You, the devil, have no remorse, but when you tell us you’re going to save Cleon… I can’t believe it.”

“It is a natural opinion. I am the devil… Eustes, the one who made you as you are. Besides, it was an indirect cause for this incident… As a result, I am your enemy in name and reality, who had a considerable influence on bringing Cleon to this point.”

Her words her say so, but her expression her turns to her smiling her, Eustes clenching her fists.

“──If you understand that far, tell me the truth. How can I save Cleon?”

“…Eustes! Are you insane!? Are you really going to make a deal with this devil!?’

At Merca’s words her, Eustes nodded her head.

“The devil cannot tell ‘lies’ to the contractor in a contract. Although it is possible to hide the ‘truth’.”

“I know that. I guess the tutoring from the Battle Maid was helpful?”

Ishtal licked her lips as if she liked Eustes’ answer her.

And she talks

“I have an antidote to detoxify Cleon’s poison. Of course, not here, but in Astarote’s hideout. If it were me, I could open a dimensional passage and bring it right here.”

Ishtar drives a wedge, adding, ‘Of course it will take you years to find out.’

Eustes, who had been quietly listening to her story her, asks her once more.

“…What do you want from me? How am I going to hand over the antidote?”

At Eustes’ words her, Ishtal slowly raises her finger to Eustes, and points at her her.

“…You. Has your magic power suddenly increased recently? To the point where it feels like the days of that weak, half-hearted hero from before are in the distant past. Everyone has achieved a surprising growth.”

Ishtal talks as if he is doing well.

Looking at her like that, Eustes nodded her head.

On the day the monastery was raided, Eustes felt that he had gained the power to protect everyone, and he accepted the offer to become a battle maid to learn how to use it properly.

“… Do you know the cause?”

“Of course. And that’s what I want from you.”

Ishtal smiled and squeezed the raised hand of her.

In her eyes her, desire and ambition seemed to swirl and burn.

Just like the brimstone fire in hell… It was an ugly, greedy flame.

“…The ‘crystal of perfection’ created within you. That’s what I want. Eustes Woodnocker.”

And then, as she spoke her own wish of her, she smiled confidently of victory.