Chapter 112 – Assassination Order (2)

Haha!”

The laughter of Isabel and I filled the mansion with excitement. Elena sat in a corner of the kitchen, facing the wall, to cool off her bright red face. The host of the avalanche, the mousetrap, stood with a sullen face and an awkward posture, while Sophia was sneaking into the kitchen, teasing Elena.

“Elena-. Aren’t you very sad that the madam might have found another maid besides Elena?”

“…Quiet. Am I really going to get mad?”

“Helena is greedy-“

“Hey!”

Elena finally jumped up and ran to get Sophia. Sophia laughed, avoiding Elena’s attacks with her demonic agility and fluid movements. Me and Isabel sat on the sofa and happily faced each other playing tag.

Everything happened when we opened the gate. As soon as Elena, who had been dusting her, turned her head, she stiffened and she came running towards Isabel with a serious look on her face. Because of the way she approached with her duster, I was afraid that something serious had happened to the house.

“Eh, Elena? What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

Ironically, at the same time, Rumia was working at the Shinto shrine, and Sophia was taking a leisurely bath in her bathroom. Because of that, the house was quiet as if some tragedy had swept through it, and I was very nervous without knowing it.

“Lady. I am not tired.”

“Huh?”

But when Elena said her first words like that, Isabel and I could sense something was wrong, and when Sophia came out, wrapped in her bath towel, humming her song, she realized that no tragedy had ever happened to the house. And it was found.

“Lady. So, why not reconsider hiring a new maid? Well, I enjoy serving the mistress alone… ! Also, the time spent with the madam… It is very counterproductive to spend it on things like educating the successor…”

And it was only when Elena saw her blushing, her fingers twitching and gibberish that she was convinced that she was misunderstood.

Haha!”

And again now. The mansion was filled with laughter and a cheerful atmosphere teasing the blushing Elena. Wiping the sweat from her head with her huff, Elena told me:

“It’s too much, Evan. You could have given me a sign or something. Huh? I misunderstood myself and what is this?”

“You should have taken it very seriously. I thought something happened to the house.”

“Oh, I don’t know!”

Elena had nothing to say, so she said and turned her head away. Shouting in a slightly high-pitched voice, as if she were really angry, she glanced at me and then said, again blushing and scratching her cheek.

“That… It went well though. Madame suffered, too.”

I couldn’t answer because I was laughing, and Isabel held Elena’s hand tightly and said,

“Okay. Elena. Did you have a hard time while we were gone? Didn’t Sophia have an accident?”

“Wow, am I going to have an accident for now?”

As Sofia said, she climbed onto my thighs like a cat. The mousetrap standing behind us asked, admiring Sophia’s fluid movements.

“Are you from the Thieves Guild? You are very flexible.”

Sophia blinked her eyes and looked at the mousetrap, then asked me in a low voice.

“…Is this a compliment? Is it like a monastic compliment?”

“Uh. It’s a compliment. It means that the body is flexible like a thief or an assassin.”

I said that and stroked Sofia’s hair. Sophia sat quietly as I tousled his hair, then turned and looked at the ceiling. I rubbed her breasts instead of stroking her hair, and Sophia let out her moan in sync with my movements.

“Huh… ! Master. So… ! How did he come all the way here?”

Elena also brought two chairs and sat across from us. She saw the chair Elena had brought her and she nodded in thanks and sat down beside her. Isabelle was looking at me. I started talking about having sex with a mousetrap at one point.

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The long, long story is over. Elena looked at the mousetrap with pity in her eyes. Sophia nodded her head and caressed my chin. I said, poking her cheek with her finger.

“So, Mousetrap here will now serve as the caretaker of our vineyards. I’m commuting from the mansion, so I wish I had a room… Are there any rooms left for us?”

“Huh. There are still a few left.”

Elena nodded her head. And looking at Isabel, she said.

“Lady. Glad you are. Still, there are people who can do this for you.”

“I know. I’m so glad. You can study at your leisure for a while.”

Isabel smiled as she said that, looking really happy. Isabel and I suddenly felt each other’s faces hardening as we shared such a harmonious story. The mousetrap nodded as it met our eyes. Mousetraps weren’t free. In exchange for bringing her, we had to endure the raids of the Plancia family and her thieves’ guild.

Elena and Sofia fell silent as we hardened our laughter. I said.

“Probably, the bad guys will attack sooner or later.”

*******

Plancia’s old house, even from a distance, pokes its head out through the trees, revealing its hideous appearance. The ivy and the outdated architectural style were intact, giving the impression that it was not a mansion, but a giant skull cut out and thrown into it.

“What a hideous-looking mansion. How do you live in a place like that?”

Mirage said so, observing the mansion through her binoculars.

“Just because it’s cool, what?”

The bear trap snorted at the mirage’s words and shook her head. What mattered to him was not the floating noises of architecture or harmony between the mansion and nature. All he needed was a mousetrap and Evan’s location.

“It is fortunate that the mansion is in such a rural area. If you’re in the middle of the city, you can’t use the basement spraying method. It can go through the sewers.”

The viper had a face very satisfied with the detached appearance of the mansion. He mainly assassinated the target by spraying poison, but due to the danger of this method, he was not often employed in large cases. Viper was planning to raise her name by solving the mission of the Plancia family this time.

“Anyway, ignorant bastards. Don’t you know how ancient that architecture is? There was a time when some really terrible fads swept through the history of architecture. It is a low-quality building built at that time. In my mind, I want to blow up the building itself.”

The mirage cursed at the assassins who didn’t appreciate its architectural aesthetics. The hound shook his head with a sullen face and said.

“Patience. Should an assassin know that? Architecture? It’s just a rich family, so your stomach hurts, yes, you idiot.”

“Ignorant bastards…”

Saying so, Mirage put down his binoculars. The Hound looked back at the group and then took the lead.

“Now, the important thing is not that kind of architecture. Uh? Come to the old saying. There is a saying that if there are many boatmen, the boat goes to the mountains. That if we carry out operations in multiple ways at the same time, someone may die out of nowhere, and someone else may ruin other people’s plans. You know?”

Everyone nodded at the hound’s words. They were pros at killing people. We knew that we shouldn’t invade each other’s territory, and we knew very well that if we put useless rivalry into such a mission, it could ruin the mission itself.

Said the hound.

“Tell me in advance. My goal is to catch and torture that smooth-looking Evan and the mousetrap. I like torture. I’m inviting even the nobles of the Plancia family and torturing them until they scream for help. The glory of succeeding in the mission may be taken by someone else. Instead, you shouldn’t interfere while I’m torturing you, but you should help me with my operation. If you cooperate with me, I will only take 30% of the remuneration.”

Mirage shook her head. Preferring to kill a target cleanly, he and the hound’s style did not match each other.

Said Bear Trap, raising his hand.

“Good. I help you with your work My purpose is to inflict pain on mousetraps. I want you to let me cut the mousetrap’s throat when you torture me.”

The Hound nodded.

“That much doesn’t matter. Yes, so are there any more? Who wants to be with me?”

The viper also shook her head. The hound nodded and said.

“Good. So, since I’m a kidnapper, I plan to make the plan a little more elaborate. As for the others, if you’re willing to try first, you can.”

The viper replied to the hound’s words:

“You’re making plans? Do you think you will have time for that? If I sneak in the basement and poison them, it will be over.”

The hound smiled at the viper’s words and said.

“Do you think things will go that easily? Without a proper plan?”

The viper was furious at the hound’s words. He still thought that the hounds were laughing at him for his lack of a proper reputation. He boasted that he had a poison sac.

“3 days! Bring Evan and the head of the mousetrap back here in three days! Wait!”