--Back alley.

An abandoned halfway house where homeless people live shoulder-to-shoulder.

But now they had no choice but to run after their dwellings.

Numerous assassins and a man's escape play.

Their whereabouts were torn apart by a dark vessel flying with a swinging object.

"--Besides thinking, did you move fast?"

Chewing his lips with frustration, the man grabbed the iron barrel in both hands and ran to the ground.

Running backwards are assassins trying to get the money hanging around his neck. I don't know the exact number, but as a result, the spirit of the man is shredded.

How many enemies are targeting themselves?

Once you know that, you can cut your life off with that number as your target.

The lack of information is just a big disadvantage.

I can't rest assured no matter how many people I turn back.

I can't rest assured no matter how many people I scatter.

I don't know how many days to fight.

There's no way to check it out, though. If we don't keep moving, we can't ask anyone to help us with our investigation.

Because you can't deny that someone you rely on will be erased.

"- But... Still."

Shake the iron barrel in retrospect. A dull sound and a crushing sensation of bones.

The target, who beat and shaken his face, had sticky body fluids and blood marks.

Running again without having time to wipe it.

Is the man dead now? I don't have time to check it out. Other assassins are still targeting themselves. It's like competing.

Probably hired for a bounty.

Having made that prediction, I can't do anything to myself right now.

It went out where it was open.

The trained "assassins" solidify their surroundings to surround him.

Even though all the competitors are competitors, Ahun's breathing at this time is like a driftstone "assassin".

Exhale and Wind Earth Note holds the iron barrel.

"If you're coming, come on. - Let's wrap it up and make it into ground meat."

Master Huta, right? I have received a message from the ground note. I want you to keep Ruli in January. If it's impossible, they'll leave it with the Chamber of Commerce. "

The message left by the three people who went to the Olba Chamber of Commerce was simple.

Huta, who felt something, asked about Wind's whereabouts, but only replied that she hadn't seen him since yesterday.

I'm worried about Wind.

But instead of throwing Ruli out, Futa brought the two of them back to the royal castle.

And Futa, who left Luli to Corona, was currently meeting a girl in one of the rooms in the royal castle.

"Huh? Do you want to abort?

"Yes, it is."

What are you talking about? This is a girl who looks at you like a fool - pasta. She lifts up her face from the thick pile of books she had at hand and carries off her hair annoying.

"What are you kidding me about from the first day?

Today was supposed to be the first day of a workshop to become a winning champion for Futa.

I certainly didn't intend to use her help to shine as a champion while I was "unemployed."

In fact, she accomplished in just one word what she could not do by herself.

The character is not standing, you indifferent dark bastard!! What you should do now is villain (heel)!!! There's such an inflammatory woman in front of you, so at best come close!!! Men are supposed to peel their eyes and support you!!!!

For Futa, it's a dream to be recognized as a champion.

For this reason, I am prepared to take hands with women who do not fit the sleigh.

But it's not that far now.

I knew the benefactor was involved in something dangerous, and I couldn't stay still.

"Mr. Wind is being targeted by a lot of killers."

The wind will also be important to pasta. That's what I thought, Futa's dialog.

However, she looked at Futa with her cheek cane on, and said.

"So what?

"That's why!

Unexpectedly, Futa stood up.

The pasta was a little scary, but I kept staring at the lid.

"What is it? For you, using me to make money is more important than being so close!?

……

A big sigh of pasta closed the thick book.

He lays it on top of the pile of books and laughs loudly.

"Then why did you quit?

"─......!

"Ahahah. That feels good. Really, it's great that people's faces are distorted."

"... you"

Laughing at the shards with joy seemed like a distraction.

With anger, he took his gaze off the sofa and sat down vigorously, and pasta gazed at the mountain of books only once.

A large number of bottles attached to each of the thick books.

But if you can't see the motivation, it's ridiculous that we should all be energetic.

"You don't want to go looking for him?"

"Huh? You're not a fool after all?

"What do you mean...?

Trying to grab a cupcake from a cake stand is holding your hand back. Looking at Uta, I wonder what you mean.

"Besides, I don't have a reason to care about you. There are no hostages or anything. You shouldn't be long enough to eat sweets."

"... Phew. It's unusual."

Give up and pasta returns its hand to its waist.

I lay my eyes down with my feet stretched, asking whether they would reach the floor or not.

How unusual. It could be the top of the chambers of commerce.

I have a situation where I have to explain myself to a thoughtless idiot.

If this hadn't happened, it would have been over at best by incitement.

"... Wind's search party is already out."

"Eh...?

"It's strange that the man my daughter cares about the most doesn't work for the Olba Chamber of Commerce, which is a place to earn money."

"... why didn't you tell me?"

"There's nothing I can tell you that's gonna change, idiot."

"There is!

"... hah?

A hand that can hit a low table.

The pasta stared at the noisy motion, and the lid shook his head small and said.

"At least...."

What?

"Don't think you're such a jerk that even someone close to you doesn't care."

A pasta that rounds the eyes that are usually hanging, as if stunned for a moment.

However, when I understood the meaning of the word, it burst into magnificence.

"Pu, ahahahaha! That's why it's good for you!

"Sometimes we have to do this together. There's no reason to laugh."

"Huh? There's no reason why we should get along because we're doing it together. You don't have to hate me at all. It's more efficient."

"... efficiency?

-Is it better if I think about what you're gonna do? As long as that bitch is using me, you can't kill me. - Well, then, you'd better cut my hand quick, wouldn't you? Like a wagon. Ahahahaha!

"... you"

Shard laughing pasta.

Futa stares at her and remembers her.

It was the chairman himself who ordered me to induce him to turn evil into power and do business. Nevertheless, that would be their true meaning. The fact that the French took a painful blow as a result of being asked to be good for an elderly child remains unchanged. "

Wind taught me how to rebuild the instantaneous Olba Chamber of Commerce.

I don't care how I curse my dead self.

More efficient to the Chamber of Commerce.

And even now, the attitude of trying to earn again by teaming up with Lilac and Futa, who ruined what they had piled up, is real, even though malice is seeping out.

"Is that what you want to say?

"What is it? I suddenly got serious. I mean, if you're going to be more efficient, you're going to have to do better."

……

"Moving with emotion is incompetent. It's easier to manipulate than anything else."

I see.

Once, Huta shook her head to switch.

Being able to move with emotion is incompetent.

If that's her policy, yes.

"You're not going to look for Mr. Wind because you know you're going to have to."

"... you better not desperately try to make a good guy like that. Even your favorite princess cuts off a close one? Don't you have an idea?

You want to talk about Corona.

She says as if she had made a fool of herself. But Futa doesn't face it properly.

"Well, the uncomfortable point is to charge a lot later."

"... what are you suddenly calming down about?"

"No, not really."

The shape is different. If you do it differently, the direction is different.

- After all, she's her sister.

Don't let anyone near you. It was the same way only.

"I'm not going to look for you because you're going to get in the way. Isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, but if I know martial arts, it won't change. I have a lot of other things to do as a manager. I can't help but hang on to one of the guards. Do you understand?"

You mean the right material.

"... hey. Will you stop trying so desperately to make me a good citizen? I don't want to."

Heh.

Fouta raised her mouth.

Oh no, the pasta is frustrating and turns its gaze toward the lid.

"It certainly feels good. Really, it's the best way to distort people's faces."

"Eh...."

Gu, it sounds like you bit your back teeth.

For the first time, I found her weak spot, and she had a limp face.

"... ahh"

Fu, and the expression fell off the pasta.

"You were gonna stop this and go find Wind, weren't you? I feel like I'm unemployed.

Ah.

"As with that witch, you're trying to poke yourself around for nothing and be detected by your opponent, right?

Ah.

Then take him with you.

"... eh?

"No, it's not. I don't think I can find this vast king's city by myself. All we need is information and speculation, and grasp weaknesses."

That's what "managers" are best at.

"There are a lot of other things to do, so that's not all. I can find him much more efficiently than you run around King's Landing like an idiot."

"Okay. Let's go."

Futa's reply to the completely overlooked pasta was quite straightforward.

She looks up like she's been poked into an illusion, distorting her expression slightly.

"It's okay to be scolded like this. Is that your hobby?"

"No."

Futa shakes her head.

"The people who recognize me are already on time. Besides..."

Staring straight at the pasta, Futa laughed.

"You're more annoying this way, aren't you?

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