Akugyaku no Black Maria c17
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Dec 06, 2016
On the second floor of the bar, Ludmila was gazing at the moon while resting her body on the terraceâs handrails.
Emitting faint white light, a Whitedayâs moon.
Her hand that was holding a small glass was slightly shaking.
Her mind was filled with the scene from one â two hours ago.
The thick smell of blood still sticking to her nose.
The mountain of over a hundred corpses. The sea of red blood spreading underneath.
It was unbelievable.
However, she couldnât believe it.
The existence of people who bathed in the backspurt of blood as they killed as if it were a daily occurence.
âYoâ
A voice called out to her from behind.
Startled, Ludmilla turned around.
There was Shizuru wearing a friendly smile there.
However, the smile carried the fearful impression that accompanied him.
â How could he be so calm after killing people?
â⊠want something?â
Ludmila swallowed the question that suddenly came to mind and sourly asked.
âNo, well, you disappeared from the party, so I thought you might be feeling sickâ
Feeling sick.
Whichever one it was, Ludmila could not have known.
âWant some of these?â
He continued. It was an anti-intoxicant, or possibly a sedative.
In any case, Shizuru was holding a small pill on his fingertips, offering it to Ludmila. Ludmila, however, shook her head.
âNo need. I hate medicineâ
âHow childlike, so cuteâ
Shizuru chuckled.
Therefore she felt just a touch of irritation at being treated as a child, but she did not feel like retorting.
Most of all, Ludmila herself, by her own words, thought the same way.
âHow was the job today? I think the situation was a little different than the usualâ
Putting the medicine away, he switched to another topic.
Ludmila felt just a little hesitant to reply, but she answered annoyedly.
â⊠Are you making fun of me? I barely get to do anything today, the other three besides us did most of the work, didnât they?â
âLike that matters at allâ
âEeehâŠâ
Being bluntly refused to, Shizuru made a wry smile.
He does not get enraged or sad.
His emotions and his body temperature did not waver even a single bit.
And until now, he had never made her feel that fact.
Ludmila thought he was nothing more than a simple, mild-mannered man.
ââ just a simple man.
He wasnât supposed to be fit for an assassin.
âYou starting to dislike it?â
â⊠Eh?â
Shizuruâs question came all too suddenly, and yet it hit the core of the matter, making Ludmila widen her eyes.
âHave you come to dislike this job?â
Shizuru repeated the question to her.
He was neither condemning nor comforting her, but simply asking the question.
âDonât ⊠donât make fun of me!â
After a short pause, Ludmila answered stiffly.
She then stepped briskly up to him and grabbed him by the neck.
âThere are things I must do even if it costs me my life! Thatâs why I joined Black Maria! Thatâs why Iâve always wanted to transfer to the fourth squad!â
Something she must do.
The tone of her voice as she said that was cold and hard, hinting at the strong will contained within.
Which was exactly why Shizuru was even more deeply worried.
â⊠revenge, is it?â
ââŠ!?â
A muttering filled with grief.
Hearing that, Ludmilaâs eyes became even more wide, opening as far as they can go.
âH ⊠how did ⊠!?â
âYou shouldnât underestimate Black Mariaâs information network. Something like changing your name means nothing to us, Natashaâ
Natasha.
It had been a year since the last time somebody called her by that name.
Ludmila released Shizuruâs neck she was holding and took a few steps back.
âRevenge against the nobles who killed your parents. That was your reason for wanting to be assigned to the fourth squad in charge of the noblesâ west wardâ
â⊠what ⊠Are you telling me to give up on revenge!? Is that it!? Thatâs none of your business! Youâre a murderer yourself!â
âEh? No, Iâm not saying that. Itâs alright, I think, revenge. Wanting to kill someone out of a personal grudge is proof that you have something you care about. It proves youâre human more than anythingâ
Shizuru said with a faint smile and an attitude as if he had nothing to do with it.
However, he continued.
âPeople with righteous reasons, like revenge or changing the world, arenât fit for this kind of job. Those who can kill mechanically, or kill because of a habit, have a greater mental suitabilityâ
âLike us,â he said with a somehow sad look.
The man who had been dragged around by the hand by the blind woman and walked the same path explained his theory.
âYou donât need conviction to kill. Skill is all it takes. If intent intervenes with your work, your outlook will suffer for itâ
For Black Maria, killing is no more than business.
It doesnât matter if theyâre good or evil, all are equally, without distinction, without discrimination, potential targets.
To kill anyone so long as thereâs someone to pay for it.
It was exactly because they took that stance that they thoroughly conduct intelligence gathering and background checks.
âLudmila, I think if you continued you can someday get your wish to transfer to the fourth squad granted. But Iâll tell you this for your own good, you should quit now while you canâ
âHaahâŠ!? Whatâs this about? Iâm not getting what you mean! The fourth squad gets lots of noble targets, right!? Then I âââ
âBecause the customers of the fourth squad are the nobles you hate so much, you know?â
hyu
Ludmilaâs agitated voice stopped as if she forgot what she was about to say.
Black Maria doesnât choose its customers.
Nobles who pay a large amount in retaining fees and hush money were in fact the best business partners.
âOf course, they do get a lot of requests to kill nobles, but jobs against nobles tend to be highly priced, so people who could pay for it were mostly nobles themselves. To the wealthy merchants, those nobles are VIP customers, so as long as they donât do too much they wonât come with requests to kill themâ
In any case, that doesnât change the fact that they were treated as pawns of the nobles she hated.
That was why Richelieu continued to reject Ludmilaâs requests.
And Ludmila knew that she could not hunt down the nobles alone, so she joined the organization.
Outside of joining Black Maria, she had no way of carrying out her revenge.
Ludmila finally understood why Shizuru told her to leave while she could.
But even so.
â⊠But I canât turn back. Iâve already killed people with these hands. I canât just leave after all this. Besides, I have no idea what to do other than this ⊠!â
âI see âŠâ
Disappointed, anxious, relieved.
Shizuru watched Ludmila with a vague expression.
He put the knife in his hand back into his sleeve.
âââ thank goodness. Now I donât have to kill youâ
âE ⊠eh!?â
Shizuru said the line with a smile, there was a pause, then Ludmila took a big step away.
The magic eye that could see temperature.
Despite having such a thing, she had not noticed that he had a knife and was prepared to use it.
To Shizuru, the act of killing a person was that kind of a routine act.
Virtuous behavior had all been eroded away.
âPolicy is to kill dropouts in order to preserve information security. Though thanks to that I couldnât quit, eitherâ
âJust an inhuman being who could kill a person with ease. In the end, the only one I care about the most is myselfâ
He said with a shrug.
Shizuru then gently offered his hand to Ludmilaâ
âSo, once again ââ Welcome to Black Maria. I havenât had any juniors who stayed since Elizabeth, but Iâd be happy if you would stay longâ
The young man with a peculiar look with three moles in a line underneath his right eye, who had a sweet air around him despite being male.
â Born and raised in the lawless slums, knowing nothing but violence, Casca.
â Having two personalities in one body, yet both of them were serial killers, Elizabeth.
And the beautiful flower with thorns that kill if one touches it.
Posessing both gentleness and cruelty in a union, Shizuru.
Thinking back, Ludmila had ended up in a ridiculous workplace with a contingent of crackpots.
Muttering inwardly, she finally took Shizuruâs hand listlessly.
â⊠Iâll be in your careâ
âYes, me tooâ
Underneath the white moonlight, a sweet, gentle smile was directed at her.
Thank goodness it was nightttime, Ludmilla thought in relief.
By negligence â her face had turned just a little bit red.