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āKill me⦠kill me? Why? Why would he do thatā¦?ā Mary asked reflexively. Why on earth, who it was, for what purpose ā many questions sprang to mind all at once, but judging by Francesā impatience, there wasnāt much time left.
With the key in her hand, she opened the cell and took Maryās hand. āIāll explain later. We need to escape from here, so move quickly, Mary.ā
āYes, yes!ā Mary rushed out of the basement with Frances pulling her hand. When she climbed the stairs and entered the upper floor, there was a man lying down and bleeding right next to her.
āUm, the security guard isā¦!ā
āI did it. I donāt think heās dead but I couldnāt afford to be gentle,ā Frances spoke coldly. Mary was frightened by those words, but at the same time, she felt safe. Ordinarily Frances was never a short-sighted or violent woman. If a first-class magician felt like it, they could manipulate āwaterā and kill any number of people. Thatās why she disciplined herself and didnāt use force unnecessarily. Frances had hurt others in order to save Mary ā and Mary herself wasnāt so dull as to not notice her sisterās resolution and determination.
āā¦Three incoming, twelve-o-clock.ā
āEh?!ā
Frances stopped just before the turn in the hallway. Mary didnāt hear anyone, let alone footsteps ā but a few seconds later, she heard voices. Three soldiers with rifles and waistcoats approached. Most of the equipment matched that of the soldiers whoād restrained Mary. The waistcoat likely had a plate resistant to magic, and the rifle a type of āmagical gunā that used the userās magic to create bullets.
āApparently thereās an intruder. Itās not often that happens in a place with such high security.ā
āThe Duke wants to protect it, because all of his secrets are here. To a thief, it looks like a treasure trove, doesnāt it?ā
Frances assessed the strength of the soldiers from around the corner. The opponentās evaluation appeared in her field of vision, generated by the magic of āAnalyze.ā
(The first has a magic rating of 104, the next of 201, and the third 236. None of them are āmagiciansā. In other words, thereās no need to be wary of spells.)
The magical evaluation was determined by multiplying the maximum amount of magical power that a person possesses and the amount they can use at once. Generally, the minimum required to be called a āmagicianā is 300, but that was only if there was a good balance of amount possessed and the amount output. For an unbalanced magician, they may have the potential but their firepower was too low, and even if they had a great output, they would burn through their reserves too quickly.
However, by using magic guns that fire bullets using magical power, it is possible to compensate for a low output imbalance. Of course, such weapons were only for the convenience of those who couldnāt become magicians ā a first-class magician didnāt need a magical gun, nor would it work for them.
āDonāt be silly, you two. You donāt know where the intruder is.ā
āItās okay. These days, even a decent magician couldnāt break through our equipment.ā
By the way, for reference, Francesā magic rating is 5658.
āGo.ā When she held out her hands, clear water appeared. It stretched out like a snake towards the soldierās feet ā grabbing his ankle and pulling him, sending him sprawling.
āWhat?!ā
The other two turned to the man who fell down. At that moment, Frances stepped forward, created a water needle, and sent it straight through one soldierās head.
āAhā!?ā
āKheh, you⦠aaaaaah!ā
The soldier whose comrade was killed at point-blank range prepared to shoot his gun. Frances used the corpse as a shield, causing her opponent to hesitate. She took the opportunity to steal the gun from her āshieldā and pulled the trigger without mercy. After receiving rapid fire at point-blank range, his body trembled as if he were convulsing, and died.
āOne left,ā she muttered in a businesslike tone, putting her gun to the fallen manās forehead. His skin was scorched as the hot metal was pressed against it. Considering how uncertain the future was, it was better to use the gun and conserve her fighting strength for stronger opponents, even so Francesā power was overwhelming.
āHey, hey! Please forgive me⦠oh, oh I donāt want to die!ā
āOkay. I donāt want to kill you.ā Hearing Francesā kind words, the man had a relieved look on his face ā immediately after that, he was hit hard on the back of the head, breaking his nose on the ground and fainting.
When the fight was over, Mary ran up to Frances and hugged her. āSister!ā
āIām sorry to scare you, Mary. The exit is right there, so letās hurry.ā Franes pulled her sisterās hand again and started running. Mary looked back at the corpse, tears welling in her eyes, but she swallowed her fear and ran through the corridor.
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They exited through a back door. Mary turned and saw the appearance of the building for the first time. āA building at the center of the city⦠I was in a place like this.ā
The gray walls were lined with large glass windows and stretched high into the sky, as if to assert the dukeās authority. The engagement party was held in a wooden āmansionā owned by Duke Slavar, but this impressive, imposing building was also owned by him.
āThe cityscape is ruined, isnāt it? Rumor has it, that Romeo designed the appearance himself.ā
āItās bad taste, not to mention that a dungeon like that has been preparedā¦ā
āI guess theyāre planning to use it for evil things.ā
While talking, they left the building and walked up to a high wall. Frances lifted Mary in a princess-carry and used a rope of water magic to grapple their way over top of it. With a single jump she launched them into the air and landed almost soundlessly on the other side. As expected of a magician who specialized in melee combat, not only was she able to control magic power, but her physical abilities were also considerable. Mary stared enchanted up at her sister.
āCome on, Mary, get in the car. You must get out of here quickly.ā
In front of them was a black car arranged by Francis. It was a so-called āmagical vehicleā, and by using both electricity and magic power, it could drive at top speed for a long time. Looking at the Orvis Kingdom as a whole, the number of units in use wasnāt very high, but in the wealthy Slavar territory, there were quite a few.
Mary climbed into the backseat and Francis tried to close the door.
āAre you not coming with me?ā
āIām sorry, Mary. I still have work to do.ā
āButā¦ā
āItās okay, Iāll join you soon,ā Frances said while stroking Maryās hair, but it was difficult to believe her sisterās words. Even if Frances intended to meet up again ā she had already killed several guards. Mary didnāt think her sister would be safe.
āNo! I hate you leaving!ā
āMaryā¦ā
āI know Iām not much use, but I still want to stay with you.ā
Hearing those words, Frances had a sad expression on his face, but declared with a big smile, āI will never abandon you. Iāll always be by your side, Mary, no matter what.ā
āSister⦠do you promise?ā
āAbsolutely, absolutely. Iāll swear it in blood.ā
Mary and Frances entwined little fingers. And after pulling away, Frances closed the door. The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car started moving. Mary pressed her face to the window and stared at her sister as she disappeared on the horizon.