Authorās note: ā» Albeit mild, there are descriptions of cruelty in this chapter.
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Having received the permission from Princess, I slipped out of the castle.
Since I met Scheat yesterday, I thought about the invitation from Sahaja a little.
I donāt want to cause trouble for Princess.
Thatās of course the primary reason. But, thatās not all.
What those Sahaja guys are thinking is bothering me.
Are they aiming at Princess or are they aiming at Crown Prince. Or thereās a possibility itās a completely different person.
But, no matter how much I think itās no use. I donāt understand the situation well, what Iām imagining is nothing more than speculations. I want certainty.
So I recalled the existence of hideouts.
I used them when I belonged to the Assassin Guild āRedā, if I had to say theyāre like guild branches. Theyāre inconspicuously set up in every country. Of course, they also exist in this country. Right now, Iām heading there.
āItās quite farā¦ā
If it was too close to the Royal Capital, its existence might get exposed. Thatās why, hideouts are generally established inconspicuously near national borders. The territory of the Wilhelm Kingdom is vast. Thereās a considerable distance to the border. To save time even a little, I aimed at the closest place while freely using Hiyumaās secret art.
To be honest, Iām not expecting much.
I think itās very unlikely that the hideout remains.
Because I crushed āRedā, the guild mustāve disbanded.
Everybody stationed in the headquarters was definitely killed, but of course people from the branches remain.
Thinking normally, upon receiving the message that āRedā was destroyed theyād abandon the place and already be back in our country, but without dealing with the aftermath I canāt say they werenāt left as is. Perhaps, the members remain there without having been contacted.
Then the visit has enough merit. If they donāt know I destroyed the guild, Iād still be at the top of āRedā. I might even learn most important secrets.
Considering thereās a chance of obtaining the latest information from Sahaja, I have no choice but to go.
āI couldnāt tell that to Princessā
While quickly moving I muttered.
Master accepted my past, but even so sheās a lady of marriageable age. I understand sheās weak to bloody things as one would expect.
Donāt report anything related to the guild aside from whatās necessa ry.
I decided so at the start, I think Princess who senses that and yet permits my free action is honestly amazing.
āUnexpectedly her caliber is hugeā¦ā
She has complete faith in what I do, without listening much she permits my free action.
Itās not something that can be done easily.
Iām trusted. When I understood that, my motivation changed. Having found the master worthy of serving, I want to meet her expectation, I think everybody would feel the same.
Certainly Princess has a careless aspect, but I think her qualities are above that. No, carelessness may be one of those qualities. I have to be careful having a master like that.
I entered a village near Sahajaās border and looked around.
The Wilhelm hideout is in such a rural village, furthermore itās in its corner. Searching my memory, I directed my steps to that place.
Surely it should look like a dilapidated house. I was walking while thinking so, when I saw a pillar of fire rise from the vicinity of my destination.
ā!? What?ā
Having a bad premonition, I broke into run. When I rushed to the scene, the place I was heading for was going up in flames.
ā⦠Seriouslyā¦ā
I was a step too late.
I have no doubt. The one who did it was from Sahaja.
In addition itās a person who works in the shadows, a person whose occupation is assassin like me.
It doesnāt require thinking.
Thereās no presence of people around. They were all erased and then the fire was set, I know that without having it explained.
Haa , I breathed out.
What an awful timing. Even though Iād recalled the existence of the hideout, it had been crushed just before I arrived.
While I felt disappointed, the presence hanging in the air made me want to sigh.
ā⦠Of all people, itās you againā
When I called out in an annoyed voice, a little older youth appeared from the other side of the blazing dilapidated house.
Long black priest clothes. The trademark inverted cross rosary was brightly lit by the flames.
Without a hint of tension, the cat-eyed man carefreely came out and smiled, seeming happy to see me.
āYou were late. Cainā
Needless to say ā it was Black Apostate, Scheat.
āāā
The fire that engulfed the dilapidated building was burning everything.
While looking at the blazing flames with a sidelong glance, I lightly scowled at the man who appeared.
The man whoās probably the culprit had a radiant smile, without minding at all.
āScheatā¦ā
āYo, been a while since yesterday. How unexpected to meet you in such a placeā
As Scheat raised one hand while still smiling, I frowned as much as I could.
āTo say I was late while calling it a coincidence⦠What a poor taste to anticipate itā
When I said that, Scheat shook his hand in panic that itās different.
āI wish you wouldnāt misunderstand. This is truly a coincidence? I too only heard the story last nightā
āThe story of burning down Redās hideout?ā
So asked, Scheat folded his arms and tilted his head with hmmm .
āI wonder. Actually, this isnāt my work. In the first place, it isnāt beautiful, right? I havenāt set the fire. Iām just here as assurance. The perpetrator has already returnedā
āā¦ā
āAh, your eyes say you donāt believe me. Thatās really troubling. Thatās why I didnāt want to be assurance. I came because my master asked me to come no matter what. Hey, you probably know, but I wouldnāt do something like burning the target. It contradicts my policyā
āYou may have beheaded them before setting the fireā
āI wouldnāt! That wouldnāt be beautifulā
What this guy is saying is probably true. I thought so, but what came out of my mouth was the complete opposite.
Scheat frantically denied to such me.
āThat method is truly unrefined! I wish you wouldnāt confuse it and my way of doing things. Ah, wait a moment. Iāll bring the guy who did it now. I canāt stand being misunderstood eitherā
āNo, there isnāt really a reason to bring himā
āBut!ā
As Scheat for some reason lost his temper, I returned that I donāt need it.
I want to be spared from such a bother. If I canāt get information here, I want to return right away.
āAh, I got it I got it. Youāre saying I didnāt do it. I believe you. Thatās why stop troubling meā
ā⦠Really? You believe it wasnāt me?ā
āI believe I believeā
I donāt really care either way. When I nodded thinking so, then thatās fine , with a hand on his chest Scheat breathed out so.
āIām glad. I wonder what Iād do if Cain thought it was my work. And? I waited without returning because I felt your presence, but what business did you have here?ā
āNot much. I came after remembering whatās here. You too, why is āBlackā cleaning after āRed'ā
As I talked back, Scheat nodded with I-know-it-all look.
āOf course it had to be done. Someone somewhere killed every member in the headquarters. There was nobody to clean up., itās no wonder it would come to usā
āWell⦠I seeā
Now that he says it, I can understand.
But, was there a need to go that far.
āWhy did you not only kill, but even set them on fire? There was no need to go that far, right?ā
āItās not my choice. Not at all. But well, werenāt they trying to hide documents?ā
āScheat⦠What do you knowā
I felt uneasy at Scheatās line that seemed to hint at something.
Thinking so I tried asking, but saying itās a secret he smiled with his index finger on his lips.
Iām fed up with that manās unpleasant gestures.
āBut, if Cain comes here, Iāll tell you. Because weāll become comrades then. I wouldnāt keep secrets from comrades. Iāll tell you whatever you like. Hey? Come here?ā
ā⦠Didnāt you give up on inviting me?ā
The blatant invitation made me take a step back, conversely Scheat came closer.
The firm footsteps on the grass and the cracking of the fire resounded loud.
āIt may be disappointing for you, but you still have a great reputation. Iāve been told to continue until you change your mind. The client is also persistent. Even though I should give up having been given the cold shoulder once. Persistent men are hated. But, you coming to this side is an attractive prospect for me too. Well, thinking itād be good for you to accompany me, Iām inviting you like thisā
āWho would go. Iāll never again return to the guildā
āConsidering all that, you were trying to use the hideout, werenāt you? Say, why is that? Iām curiousā
ā⦠Itās a story especially unrelated to youā
Rejected in a firm voice, Scheat drew back unexpectedly easily.
āCertainly. Itās not fair to ask for information when I havenāt provided any. Yup, got it. I wonāt askā
Now then, with those words Scheat became expressionless and only turned his neck to the left.
The characteristic cat-like eyes narrowed. I shrugged my shoulders as Scheat began giving off the presence characteristic to assassins.
ā⦠Didnāt you say you were assuranceā
Naturally I noticed a presence of a person in the direction Scheat turned his gaze. Itās someone aiming at me.
So I thought of turning tables when the attack began.
But Scheat dispassionately responded to my words with a blank look.
ā⦠I was supposed to be. Unfortunately, the executioner already went back, so heās my target. Even though he said he killed everyone so much, he gets minus points for missing a person⦠Ah, Cain. Donāt lay your hands on him, okay? Itās my jobā
ā⦠Iāll defend myselfā
āNaturally. Itās enough if you donāt finish himā
āGot itā
āThanks. It was correct to remain here. It almost became a double effortā
As Scheat said itās about work I nodded. I have zero desire to hinder him.
Rather, I truly donāt want to be involved.
The target is probably the hideout survivor.
Where Scheat is fixedly staring is an entrance to a small forest overgrown with bushes. Despite having his location discovered, the bloodlust aiming at me didnāt stop.
I could only sigh at how he wants to kill me by all means.
Thinking about it, I was hated and never liked.
Of course I killed many people for work, and it was me who destroyed āRedā. I earned plenty grudge.
Feeling weary I scratched my head.
Since I wanted to finish it quickly, I invited him with an opening that made myself easy to attack on purpose.
Sure enough, in his impatience the guy misread the chance and desperately jumped out.
āDrop dead, Shinigami!ā
ā⦠My bad. I wonāt let you do thatā
I easily avoided his sword strike that probably had his whole strength put into it.
His skills, to say nothing of Guild Master Gill, donāt even hold a candle to the guys at the headquarters. By nature, those stationed at hideouts are mostly people lacking in ability, so itās only natural.
I avoided his sword with minimum movements and immediately turning my back roundhouse kicked him with the momentum.
Perhaps not expecting a counterattack, upon receiving direct damage the man smashed into a tree at the forest entrance, and not having properly broken the fall unsightly fell on the ground.
āGuh⦠Kuhā
With the impact of his body his breathing mustāve stopped for a moment. With both hands on the ground, he glared here, despite wheezing in pain.
While gasping for breath, his mouth spat grudge at me.
āHow dare you⦠How dare you kill older broā¦!ā
āAh⦠So that was itā
Most people who belonged to our assassin guild were war orphans. Having lost parents, itās not unusual for siblings to be picked up by a guild. Probably his older brother was stationed at the headquarters.
Then Iām certainly an appropriate person to bear grudge against. So heās here for revenge, huh.
Convinced, I faced the man and started speaking in astonishment.
I think it couldnāt be helped if an ordinary person spat out resentment at me, but I donāt want to be told that by the bird of a feather.
Just because he was stationed in the hideout doesnāt mean he didnāt <ruby>work <rt>kill</rt></ruby> .
ā⦠Iām not the one to be saying that, but you shouldāve known it would someday happen when you became an assassin. Somebody who kills people, will someday be killed by somebody. Itās karma. Of course, Iām not an exception either, I donāt think I can escape from that karma. However, Iām not alone now⦠unlike youā
āWhatā¦? Aaah!!ā
I shrugged my shoulders.
The man didnāt seem to notice, but Scheat already moved behind him without making a noise.
Before I noticed, in his hands covered with black gloves something like a silver string was glittering.
The thin flexible string moved so beautifully as if it had a will of its own, twining around the targetās neck. It occurred in an instant.
āItās time to pray. Now, you too become a part of Momās collection?ā
With those words, the string was squeezed from both sides. Even though it didnāt seem he put strength into it, the next moment the manās neck and body were perfectly separated. Just a little I opened my eyes wide at this performance.
⦠This is Black Apostateās modus operandi, huh.
Seeing Scheatās efficient movements for the first time, unknowingly I leaked a sigh of admiration.
He stuffed the head that flew off into a leather bag he seems to have prepared. After carrying out this much automatic work, Scheat directed a smile at me.
Of course he didnāt get a drop of blood on himself. What wonderful skill.
āIāve kept you waiting. Say, how was my work?ā
His eyes as he looked back were sparkling. Seeing his expectant expression, I involuntarily spurted out.
Is he a brat. No matter how you look at it, heās older than me and yet.
āNice skills. Thatās an unusual weaponā
As I told him concisely, Scheat nodded with satisfaction.
āRight! You think so? Iām glad. I wondered what Iād do if Cain thought I was unskilled. Ah, that weapon is from Irvine to the south. Perhaps Iām the only one in āBlackā to use itā
With Scheat passionately talking about his weapon I asked about it again. Itās the truth itās very interesting. I thought he was using assassin sword or something to decapitate.
āIām seeing it for the first time. Is this a string?ā
āItās a kind of wire made as thin as possible. It was produced with technology unique to Irvine. Even if I say wire, itās considerably flexible, it can be freely manipulated like a string. Itās difficult to handle, but see. Itās useful when mastered. As you just saw, it can easily cut personās neckā
Itās a suitable weapon for me , there was something off as Scheat bragged so with a smile.
But, thereās probably something similarly wrong with me who can participate in this talk.
Iām aware, but as this feeling has already become a part of me I donāt think it can be helped this late or that it could be fixed.
āWhatās Cainās weapon? Iāve seen you throw knives a lot. But itās not your characteristic weapon, is itā
āMine?ā
If I had to say, itād be the two katana that are Fatherās mementos. Since contracting with Princess Iāve been always carrying them. Then thereās Hiyumaās secret art butā¦
āI wonder? I can use basically anything. I donāt have particular limitationsā
āHmph. Almighty. But, it seems like Cainā
As I spoke while remembering the style from assassin days, Cain seemed somehow convinced.
āNow then, I have to go. Iāve finished my task. Iām happy we met today. It was an unexpected encounterā
ā⦠Are you going back to your country?ā
When I asked with a bad premonition, Scheat narrowed his eyes and with āI wonderā shook his head.
āYou could say thatās right or thatās wrong. Itās the employer and the Guild Master that decide my behavior. But, letās see. I have a feeling weāll meet again soonā
āā¦ā
āAh, donāt make such an unpleasant face! Be a little happyā
Why must I rejoice about meeting an assassin of remarkable ability. Thereās no way Iād want to meet somebody who uses a troublesome weapon.
āThe target isā
When I asked briefly, he returned an unabashed frown.
āAs Iāve said, I canāt answer, can I? You too donāt reveal what you know, thereās no way Iād tell you somethingā
ā⦠Of courseā
With these words, I turned my back to him.
I have no business here anymore. I fully understand Scheat is a professional.
The probability of me being attacked right now is zero.
āCain? Where are you going?ā
I didnāt look back at Scheatās curious question.
I said nothing but the truth.
āIām going backā
ā⦠Hmphā
Scheat let out an unreadable unpleasant laugh.
I could tell his presence became thin.
ā⦠After all youāre like this. Itās as that person saidā
āEh?ā
That person?
Worried about the last words he muttered I looked back.
But, there was nobody there. Instead a single sheet of white paper fluttered down.
Reflexively I grabbed it to find out whatās written on it. Even though I had a premonition.
After all, drawn there was an already used magic formation.
A sheet of paper with an equation that, although only once, makes it possible for everybody to use the drawn magic formation if only they pass it necessary magical power.
I read the equation and crushed it.
āReturn magical artā¦ā
Where the hell did he leap.
The unpleasant premonition turned into a conviction. I canāt help but feel Iāll absolutely meet Scheat again.
And at that time, heāll be the enemy.
Whatās his aim. No, not that. Whatās the aim of Scheatās employer.
Whatās the King of Sahaja aiming for, and how will he move. I want to know that.
āDamn it, in the end I didnāt understand anythingā¦ā
What should I do. How do I understand their aim.
With my thoughts spinning round and round, I scratched my head.
ā⦠Letās go back firstā¦ā
Otherwise Princess will worry.
First Iāll go back. Go back⦠thenāāāā.
āAfter all I have no choice but to rely on granny, huhā¦ā
While activating Hiyumaās secret art, I sighed in a gloomy mood.