Akugyaku no Black Maria c14
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Dec 06, 2016
Elizabeth had gone after Casca like Shizuru told her to, but was already cut off.
âAuuu âŠâ
She had her back against a wall.
Looking around, there were over twenty armed men surrounding her.
Due to a slight misunderstading she had pushed into the syndicateâs headquarters and killed about this many men.
Even though they were bandits, the feeling of fellowship was there. Also, since their organization had expanded its scale recently and they became able to throw their weight around, their sense of pride had heightened.
That pride was wounded by the fact that the definitely weak looking Elizabeth had attacked them.
Due to Elizabethâs excessive powers of useless imagination, a picture of what would happen to her if she were captured came to her in detail, making her face cramp in a smile.
âA, ahaha ⊠if I say sorry, you, wonât forgive me ⊠right, thought so âŠâ
She tried imitating Shizuru trying to smooth things over with a smile, but the situation being what it was, it didnât work.
Do I really have to face this many people straight from the front, though Elizabeth, sinking into a gloomy mood.
Elizabeth â Eliza, was an assassin specializing in surprise attacks.
She was petite and quick on her feet, specializing in the use of short swords coated with fast-acting poison, and due to her nimble fingers she had vastly superior abilities to aim for the vitals like the neck or heart.
However, that was all.
She also wasnât inclined to trickery like Shizuru was; intelligence-wise, she was according to Casca âa bit of a space caseâ
In other words, an airhead that even Casca thought unfortunate.
To begin with, Eliza was born to a merchant house running a shop in the west ward.
She was the only child, raised without want, a young girl with a promising future.
But how did such an Elizabeth, Eliza, win Richelieuâs favor and joined Black Maria?
The cause was a certain peculiar trait of hers.
â⊠Beth! Youâre up now!â
She couldnât solve the situation on her own.
As soon as she recognized it, she lightly tapped her forehead twice with her fingertip.
It was an action that worked as a switch.
With that, she shifted
ââââ the worstâ
Flop, Elizaâs stance abruptly dropped.
As she stepped up half a step forward she stumbled but kept her balance, raising her head as she was in a stooped over posture.
âSeriously, the worst. Like today might be the lowest and the worst day of my life worstâ
The look on her big, round, friendly eyes, excepting the color of her right, turned into a half closed look that made her seem somehow hard to approach.
In a complete and sudden change from before, Elizabeth looked suspiciously around her with cynical eyes.
âWhy do I have to deal with the results of that idiot Elizaâs blockheaded acts. I want to kill herâ
Disgusted and annoyed, she clicked her tongue.
Sensing the strangeness of the change of the person they cornered to the wall, the bandits faltered.
â There were two reasons why Elizabeth caught Richelieuâs eye.
One of them was this phenomenon that just happened now.
Namely, multiple personalities.
Sociable, mild-mannered, polite Eliza.
Gloomy, bad-mannered, rough-mouthed Beth.
The girl had two completely opposite personalities.
But how did that relate to being an assassin?
âBut it canât be helped. With this many people, Elizaâs flowers-for-brains and bad body moves is just going to end up getting us killedâ
Eliza and Beth were two personalities dwelling in their bodies, but they had many things not in common.
Eliza who couldnât do arithmetic even though sheâs a merchantâs daughter, and Beth who does seven digit mental arithmetics in her spare time.
But the biggest difference of all was
âCome on, dieâ
Beth easily surpassed Elizaâs combat power several times over.
âKaaahââ
Even though Elizabeth wore two swords, neither Eliza nor Beth was a two-handed sword user.
And the one on the left was Bethâs saber.
Bandit heads flew almost simultaneously with her sword draw.
Seeing them roll down on the ground, the remaining ones lost it and rushed at Beth.
ââ Ha. The hell is this?â
On the other hand, Beth wickedly raised the corner of her mouth, her half-closed eyes narrowed further in a mocking glare.
She then lightly dodged the downswinging weapons with a sneer.
Her gait, her stance, her center of gravity.
In the blink of an eye, the seven bandits died at her sword.
âAHAHAHAHAHA, youâre surprisingly disgraceful! I canât even feel a shred of sympathy! My chest hurt more when strangling a puppy!â
She skillfully rotated the sword in her hand and cut down several more people.
Of course, there was no such effect to Elizabethâs eye.
They stiffened out of pure fear of her.
ââ araâ
Unawares, everyone who came to surround her had all been defeated.
Most lost their heads, the rest died from cleanly being cut through or stabbed through the heart.
âSo fragile. Itâs disgusting how youâre all just for show. Makes me want to pukeâ
Spewing those words, Beth sheathed her sword.
Having to finish up before the remnants start to run away, she turned her feet towards the hideout Eliza stepped into earlier.
â The reason why Elizabeth caught Richelieuâs eye.
A multiple personality with opposite dispositions.
Other than that killing two birds with one stone like that, there was another reason.
âAaAAh, really, the worst. I feel like I havenât killed enoughâ
Both of Elizabethâs personalities were born killers.
Neither could keep without killing someone, they were homicidal by nature.
One night two years ago, Eliza killed a hobo while walking around a street corner.
Ever since Richelieu found them that day, the girls had been embarking on an enjoyable life.
âReally â this is so much fun I donât want to die anymoreâ