Chapter 115 – Assassination Order (5)

“Oh my gosh…!ぅ… ! My, my name is… ! Mirage… !”

He called his name Mirage. Fortunately, the limbs were intact. Sophia laid him down on the sofa and put her hand on his head and rubbed it like she was washing dishes. Every time Sophia applied power to his fingers, the mirage let out a strange sound as his body trembled as if electrified.

“Ugh… ! Ugh… !”

“Yes, yes, good. How many are there?”

Sophia asked him in a voice as sweet as a mother dealing with her child. Mirage laughed innocently, unlike an old man, and dripped his saliva. He said as his white eyes turned into crescents.

“4 people… ! 4 people… ! Lol… !”

“Yes, four people. Then, where are those four now?”

“One person… ! Infiltrate the warehouse… I said I was going to do it, but the news was cut off… Go… ! The other two… I’m making plans… !”

“I see. Where is that hideout located?”

“Ugh, the location of the hideout… !”

The mirage hesitated for a moment, then frowned. Sensing that his sanity was about to return, Sophia pricked his temple vigorously with her finger.

“Oh, oh oh oh! Ah, uh, the location of the hideout… ! Therefore… ! Uhhhhh!”

Mirage’s waist curved like a bow. His legs soared into the sky and fluttered like flags. The sofa scratched the floor as his whole body shook violently. I was sitting on a chair in the drawing room, drinking tea and watching the scene.

“Location! Location! To this town… ! To town! On the way to the forest, a road in the forest, a cave! There are two rocks halfway up the mountain, so it’s hard to see… ! Aaaaa!”

“Evan. What shall we do for dinner tonight?”

Elena came out of the kitchen, washing her hands. She watched the mirage tremble for a moment, then looked at me again as if looking at a familiar landscape. I turned her head and asked Isabel.

“Isabel. What do you want to eat today?”

“Uh oh oh! Uhhhhh!”

Isabel, who was leafing through her book, ran her finger through the thick leather cover of her book and bit the mousetrap.

“How about eating something our caretaker likes today? After coming, we didn’t even have a welcome party…”

“Oohhhhh!Hee hee!”

Mousetrap sat in the corner, blinked, and said with a puzzled expression.

“Ah, well, I can eat just about anything.”

“Kiyo oh oh ok! Ohhhhh!”

“Anyway, do you have anything in particular you like? Our Elena cooks really well.”

“Aggghgguk…! Gurgling… !ぅ… !”

“Ah, then Ms. Elena will ask for her best dish.”

“Keuk… ! Knock… ! Kuk… !”

Elena met the mousetrap’s eyes full of anticipation. Elena scratched her cheek and said.

“Ah, it’s embarrassing to say that… If the madam says that, I’ll get nervous and won’t be able to show off my skills.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Elena.”

Elena helplessly rolled up her arms, and Sophia stared at us. Mirage was perched on the sofa, biting her tongue all the way. Both Isabel and the mousetrap looked at Sophia. Sophia rolled her eyes and tapped her mirage’s head. The mirage rocked her head from side to side like her metronome. I said as I picked up the car again.

“What’s the matter? Do whatever you do.”

“Master. Is he dead? It’s been a while since I did it, so I must have made a mistake in controlling my strength.”

I looked at the mirage’s face. Because he died in excessive pleasure, he was staring into space with a happier face than anyone else.

“Again, we sent a man to heaven. After all, we are angels.”

I put on a proud expression and closed the mirage’s eyes. His limp, withered body looked like he hadn’t had a relationship with a woman for a long time. Maybe he’s impotent, or maybe he’s a traumatized person with his looks.

Having allowed such a poor person to dream of dying in the arms of a beauty, in a way, I have done a good deed today as well. Sophia’s expression was also full of pride for her good deeds.

“Yes? Master. What should I do with his corpse?”

“The corpse… Stay still.”

I was just about to bury Mirage’s body, but changed my mind. We have to deal with the assassins anyway, so instead of burying these corpses, wouldn’t it be nice to use them as well? Everything in the world had to be recycled.

I dragged Mirage’s corpse and threw it in his backyard. Then, while holding Sofia in her arms, she said,

“Let’s eat and have a meeting.”

Because the smell of delicious stew was spreading.

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The combination of bubbling chicken stew and melt-in-your-mouth bread was fantastic. I didn’t know that the rice tasted even more delicious because I finished a rewarding day today. The mousetrap was also hurriedly scooping up food with its eyes shining. Her eyes were twinkling like starlight from her, and her hands were hurriedly moving as if someone were stealing her food.

I knew how she felt. I was the type to learn eating manners in my own way, but when I was lucky enough to eat delicious food alone, I acted like that. Looking to her side, Sophia was also looking at the mousetrap with her own affectionate eyes.

Isabelle said.

“So, what are you going to do with the other assassins? Also, isn’t it possible that a more terrifying assassin will come later?”

Isabelle asked as if nothing was wrong, but there was anxiety in her eyes. The fear of having to fight endlessly pouring assassins like this. And I worry that someday I will die in vain.

Even without her speaking, I could read her emotions intact. Because I too had the same feelings. But I was the head of the family. If I was afraid, I would misjudge what could be solved. I always had to stand firm like a strong old tree for this family.

I pretended nothing was wrong.

“I’ll have to go and think about it then.”

Pretending to have a plan, pretending to be no match for the Thieves Guild.

When I said that, Isabel nodded with a slightly relieved expression, as if she really believed that I had the power to solve the case. Sophia asked me.

“Master. By the way, what are you going to do with that corpse?”

Elena frowned slightly at the mention of her dead body over dinner, but she didn’t scold Sophia. I said while holding Sophia’s head.

“First of all, Elena. You go to Rumia right after you eat, and tell her that devil worshipers are hiding in the lair. That… Where did you say the hideout was?”

“They said it was a cave in the forest on the way to the village. They said there were two rocks halfway up.”

“Okay. Tell them there are devil worshipers hiding there.”

“Is that okay? Can’t we catch it ourselves?”

I asked Elena’s question like this.

“Why are we holding it?”

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The Hound and the Bear Trap faced each other with a little nervousness on their faces. The outline of the perfect plan was somewhat drawn, because it seemed that the mirage would kill Evan and return. Seeing his confident appearance and perfect disguise skills, the expectation that he would fail had long since disappeared.

The hound gnashed its teeth, remembering the faces of Evan and the mousetrap. It was just too unfair that I couldn’t get a knife mark on their pretty faces and slender bodies. Why did the world give birth to a hunting dog, and another skilled assassin like a mirage?

The hound looked at the bear trap and said.

“We should have gone first.”

Bear Trap said with a calm face.

“It’s a pity that you can’t inflict pain on a mousetrap, but I can still accept it. As long as the bitch dies.”

“Are you satisfied with just that? Bear trap. Then no. The human is It is an animal designed to live by always aiming for a higher goal. To torture more and more beautiful women, and to see people from higher and higher families whimper while weeping. I became an assassin. I can’t be satisfied Look at the plans we made. What a perfect plan!”

Bear Trap nodded at his words. The hound’s plan was literally perfect. There was a way to cope with every situation that could be encountered while starting the plan. There was even a paralysis scroll prepared in case Evan unexpectedly mastered martial arts or learned self-defense.

There is only one thing they lack.

It was luck.

“Patience. I can’t even write such a wonderful plan and have to scrap it.”

Bear Trap nodded. The hound was a trash man, but his plan was perfect. Said the hound.

“So… Who are you!”

With his cry, the bear trap drew a stinger from its pouch and threw it. The shadows at the entrance of the cave evaded the poison sting with flexible movements and threw a large leather pouch at them.

“Wow!”

The hound made a fuss and rolled over, and the leather bag fell to the floor, revealing its contents. That was the devil A pitch-black demon with hideous horns and a skinny body like a mirage.

“Huh?”

Neither the hound nor the bear trap understood what it was. Is this a real devil? Or is it a statue resembling a demon? The moment the two carefully put their hands on the leather pouch, someone shouted outside.

“There are devil worshipers here!”