<b></b>She could feel that the person who was hiding its presence hesitated for a long time.
Charlize said once again.
âCome out, when I still nice.â
âHmph.â
The woman who jumped lightly from the tree had a familiar face.
The guild leader who operates the assassination guild.
It was Lucy.
âArenât you being too much about yourself? You kill our kids every time!â
âIf you know theyâre going to die. Donât send it.â
Charlize answered indifferently.
Until Dylan became the Crown Prince, she had to bury the blood of countless people on her hands.
From the day after she became his teacher, the night guests who had been visiting her were endless.
The assassins were too easy for Charlize. It was only surprising that they were members of the Empireâs best assassination guild, but who had little skills.
âThe clients keep giving me money, so what should I do? I canât refuse.â
She meant that she would just let her members go even though she knew that they were dying.
Lucy, with a cold look, pulled the mask. The fair face was very beautiful.
The guild leader was not obedient to Charlize from the beginning.
Saying that she wanted to see Charlizeâs skills in person, she came at night and almost died. Afterward, she was so ardent.
[Youâre the first person to beat me!]
Itâs a very embarrassing thing to say.
âIâll buy you a drink. Letâs go.â
âWhy should I trust you?â
âYouâre being hard on me. Though thatâs your charm.â
Charlize aimed her sword under Lucyâs neck without changing her expression.
Lucyâs expression hardened for a moment. One day, Charlize suddenly came and attacks to the headquarters of the assassination guild. On that day, all the members were annihilated.
For Lucy, Charlize was a person who couldnât be bad because she becomes intimately acquainted.
That doesnât mean that she couldnât do her business, and she couldnât avoid receiving requests for the Crown Prince, who is considered the number one person who wants to be assassinated.
Lucy was afraid but tried to smile. Charlize looked down at Lucy indifferently.
If she had known it would give meaning like this just because she had saved her once, it would have been better to just kill her.
âShould I kill you now?â
It was when Charlize thought.
âThereâs someone who knows the information you want. Itâs a bar where the information goes often.â
ââŚThe information I want?â
âIâll introduce you. Letâs just have a drink.â
Lucy looked up at Charlize seductively from below. Although she feels it sometimes. The guild leader often seemed to forget that Charlize was a woman like her.
âYes? Honey. The chance for me to buy you a drink is unusual. Youâre a fool if you miss it.â
âI donât need such a chance.â
Where do you pull a badger game?
Charlize put her sword into the collection. Lucy chased after Charlize passing by indifferently.
âAh, youâre so cold! Canât you think more deeply? It must be the information you really need? Huh?â
âInformation.â
If this is the information Charlize wants. Any information that might help in rebellion.
If not. It was information related to Ehyritâs sculpture.
But it canât be the latter.
Charlize suddenly stopped.
Dylanâs oath came to mind. This winter, the Crown Princeâs promise to give the world under her feet.
Charlize sighed.
ââŚWhere is that bar?â
Lucyâs face brightened at once.
It wouldnât be another assassination plot, as she would have look forward to trying to get Charlizeâs attention.
The truth of being impatient about wanting to get acquainted somehow was too outspoken.
âJust trust me and follow me.â
Said Lucy, who has an attractive tip of her nose, with a wrinkle on the back of her nose.
Charlize decided to trust her for now.
***
The bar was noisy.
She had to leave the Imperial City and come all the way to the remote place of the street.
It is a place where mercenaries often come, and the main guests are all bulky young men.
They wear sleeveless shirts and talks loudly, showing off their muscles.
âWhat would you like to drink, honey?â
âSame as you have.â
âAs expected, our honey is cool.â
Thatâs too much.
Charlize looked around the bar, ignoring Lucyâs yell.
âThis is the 245 Chateau Mouton Rothschild.â
High-quality wine of 50 million genes. The bartender poured wine.
Lucy sat next to Charlize. Lucy, who smiles brightly, looks strange.
Charlize asked with a look of indifference.
âDid you take any drug?â
âWhat! Thatâs so mean. I canât believe you thought about it when you saw my smile.â
âDrink first.â
At a low voice, Lucy tilted her wine glass in tears. Her face is stiff now.
Charlize slowly gulped down a glass of wine.
âItâs really thorough.â
Itâs grumbling, but itâs still the gaze of envy.
There was no one who tried to argue with a young lady, a young-looking noble.
Ever since Charlize became Saint, people have instinctively maintained politeness to her.
âAs if an animal avoids a beast with its claws hidden.â
They seemed to know that it was better not to mess around with her to live.
They didnât clearly recognize Charlizeâs presence. Like the weak person who tries to be good at the strong person, everyone lowered their eyes or smiled awkwardly when they make eye contact with Charlize.
So noisy things did not happen in a bar full of mercenaries.
âWhen is he coming?â
âWell, did he die while coming⌠Thereâs no way to break the promised time.â
ââŚâ
âIâm sorry. I wanted to show you this interesting person.â
However, even after a long time, someone Lucy wanted to introduce didnât come.
When she saw Lucy, who didnât know what to do, it wasnât like a liar or acting.
âItâs a fun sight.â
Charlize stared at the mercenary crowd.
âWould you like to bet who throws the dagger the best?â
âOkay! There must be a black stone blade.â
The black stone blade was a very hard stone. No matter how strong the power is, they will recover immediately if they are hurt.
The person who stabs a dagger in the white line drawn in the middle of the black stone blade wins.
In a simple rule, the mercenaries with a strong competitive spirit, held daggers in their hands one by one.
âOh, my God! I banged it off completely!â
âI canât believe youâre proud of your grip?â
Charlize drank all of the wine. Lucy was still sorry.
âFor the price of the drink, Iâll let you watch it fun.â
Charlize stood up and said. Lucy looked at her.
Charlize naturally permeated through the mercenaries. Charlize asked.
âCan I throw it?â
âOf course!â
Because the skill of mercenaries could not be judged by their appearance. The mercenaries stepped aside for the moment.
Charlize roughly wiped the red wine drop off her mouth with the back of her hand. She holds the dagger and looks ahead.
Under the black stone, dozens of daggers that couldnât penetrate were scattered.
If itâs a sword. Whatever its shape, Charlize knew how to handle it gently. The dagger was no exception.
At the moment, Lucyâs eyes became intense.
Whoosh-
Paak!
ââŚâ
The inside of the bar was statically wounded.
Because. This is because the dagger threw by Charlize was stuck in the middle of the black stone to the handle.
Charlize accepted a glass of wine filled by a bartender and took a sip.
The taste of wine. Itâs bitter. Itâs not bad though.
âI, isnât that a coincidence?â
âReally?â
Charlize indifferently retorted to someoneâs murmur. She didnât feel the need to be scared, so she just took one more dagger. And then.
Throw it again.
Whoosh-
Paak!
The same result this time.
Just a different matter is. There was one more dagger stuck into the handle of the dagger. The bar became ice-cold.
âDid I win the bet?â
Charlize sipping her wine and looking around. The mercenaries, which were supposed to show off their strength, were surprised by the genius who suddenly appeared like a comet.
âYou won, then! Youâre the best! Youâre the hottest! Youâre so cool!â
It was Lucy who broke the silence of the quiet bar. She jumped and liked it, her hands clasping together.
The look in the eyes was so sincere that Charlize smiled. At the moment, a different sense of stillness spread through the bar.
The alluring drowsiness of Charlize, who was dancing sword dance, was imbued. Her cheeks were reddened because sheâs a little tipsy.
An attractive appearance that catches the eye. The long white dress hangs down fluttering. Applause poured out.
The mercenaries acknowledged Charlize.
âYou won! You won!â
Charlize smiled lightly and sat right back.
âDiamonds, I suppose?â
A man who appeared to be the head of the mercenaries came and spoke to her. Charlize shrugged her shoulders.
âIâve seen your outstanding performance. Since you won the bet. We agreed to give you money, but what should I give you?â
âShe likes valuable information.â
Lucy replied instead.
âIs that so?â
The head stroked his beard and said. Charlize saw the head.
âThen Iâll give you some valuable information.â
The head whispered to Charlize.
âLegends live in the white caves of the Lion Mountains.â
Charlizeâs expression became strange.
Legends.
If itâs the Lion Mountains, itâs the territory under the command of the Duke of Kenin.
Charlizeâs brain rolled fast.
âDylan was not able to build a foundation for political power because he didnât get the Crown Princess.â
If so, support from other political forces was needed.
The Duke of Kenin is a high-ranking nobleman who took over the leading military power in the region.
Itâs a neutral faction that no one in the royal family has supported yet.
As it was a rare item to be called a legend, she could only think of the family heirloom of the Duke of Kenin was desperate to seek for.
âThe family heirloom?â
Charlizeâs eyes filled with something interesting.
âIs that the Lion Mountains, which have so many monsters that no one can enter?â
âYou know very well.â
The head nodded at Charlizeâs question. But he stepped back as if he couldnât tell her more.
But this was enough.
âIf handling a monster, itâs just a piece of cake. If I find the heirloom in the white cave, I will be able to capture the heart of Duke Kenin.â
If itâs for rebellion, weâll also need a force to support Dylan.
She doesnât know if Dylan can handle it. But Charlize wanted to help, too.
âLucy.â
âHuh? Honey. You remembered my name!â
âThe information is done.â
âOh?â
Did you enjoy drinking with me so much?
Charlize thought inwardly about Lucy, who was fond of her.
âBecause this information is enough.â
There was no need to meet up to the top information.
Charlize stood up lightly. When she left the noisy bar, Lucy realized sensibly and didnât follow.
Anyway, she thinks the attempt to impress Charlize worked.
Meanwhile, Charlize left the bar and was walking down the back alley of the night.
âI have to take a short vacation.â
Charlize looked up at the night sky and thought.
The Lion Mountains are a bit far from the islands. At least a full-day vacation was needed.
âThere will be a ball commemorating the Crown Princeâs installation soon, so Iâll just have to attend it and report it to His Highness.â
Charlizeâs footsteps, which organized her thoughts, were lightened.
Meanwhile, there was a man looking at Charlize from a distance returning to the Imperial City. An impulsive, decadent face.
He sat on top of the spire, glanced down.
âVery much.â
Payne in the robe of the wizard muttered. A voice filled with possessive desire.