239. Midnight Tryst
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Victoria’s purpose in joining this side, she said, was that she wanted to kill her sister.
[…Isn’t it too much to listen to again?]
‘…I don’t think it’s sincere.’
She thinks so as she looks at Victoria as she prepares tea for her guests in front of her.
She welcomes customers with very common sense for a guy who always keeps a blank expression on her face, not understanding what she’s thinking.
‘You know that the Empire enforces strict discrimination against sub-species, right?’
Even within humans, it is said that the characteristics of ‘other species’ are particularly prominent.
I’ve seen it roughly once before, but I think Jin will understand what he’s talking about just by looking at the animal ears on Seras’s head.
[I know. I think it’s a disgusting law.]
“…”
He was the head of the Guardians who were determined to protect justice and goodness for the rest of their lives, but I didn’t expect him to agree so readily.
Isn’t there a tendency for the vested interests who have achieved achievements to surround the existing system?
This person is enough to fit into that floor, so I thought he’d come up with some kind of excuse.
[In the first place, isn’t that like an old-fashioned bad habit? It’s just that the number of sub-species remaining is too small to be abolished, so it just hasn’t come up as a topic.]
‘…Then it would be easier to talk.’
At least this person won’t froth when I say something.
I sighed inwardly and looked at Victoria in front of me.
‘This guy and Seras are the few survivors of the subhuman clan.’
[…]
As soon as I hear the word ‘survivor’, I smile bitterly at the silence that flies.
This person must have noticed the meaning behind the word.
Sub-species basically look like humans and act like humans, but their ‘human rights’ are not guaranteed by imperial law.
It’s the same as treating animals.
In other words.
It means that there must have been some humans who hunted it ‘for fun’.
[What?]
It’s a pity for Caliban, who said he couldn’t hear it, but sub-species hunting is actually a ‘sport’ that was popular among some nobles.
In particular, the ‘beast race’, who often used their physical abilities and stealth to act as assassins, would have been easy targets for such vicious acts.
It is said that it is perfect for attaching old-fashioned nonsense such as “It is a purge for justice” And “It is a paving stone for the future” To the act of massacre.
[…That such things actually happened?]
I swallowed words at the voice filled with sad anger.
I feel sorry for this man who risked his life for the empire, but it actually happened. Seras and Victoria are the victims.
The source of the nonsense that this guy intends to kill his sister is that he, as a survivor, has an enemy in the past where he survived.
‘Because of her sister, she thinks her entire family is dead. That’s probably why you say it.’
[…Hey, wait. Wait for a sec. Although the explanation is greatly omitted.]
Caliban opened his mouth in a voice that seemed to be pressing down on his temples.
[You just said he wasn’t serious. If there is such a situation, is there enough reason for anyone to be sincere?]
‘To be precise, that’s why I’m only suspicious. I have a heart, but I don’t have a physical proof.’
It must be complicated emotions, too.
It is the only remaining blood relative. Even if you try to treat him as an undead enemy, it’s hard to behave so harshly with only uncertain feelings.
We connect the sentences as we watch Victoria bring two cups of tea.
‘So, it’s very unlikely that he’ll say anything serious like that.’
While I was thinking that, a horse flew in from the other side again.
“The one who kills the sister first wins.”
“…”
Victoria picked up those words.
I’m hungry, so I’m going to have a meal. It’s so obvious that it’s not even worth saying anything.
And because of that attitude.
On the contrary, I can clearly feel that there is a will that is so strong that even teeth cannot go in.
[…You said you weren’t serious?]
‘…Um.’
[Your eyes are infinitely sincere?]
‘So, if it’s normal, that would be it.’
I also try to calm the throbbing headache and answer like that.
What was hanging at the edge of her field of vision was Victoria’s eyes, which were glowing with a purple aura.
It’s as if he’s ‘encroaching’ on this guy just in time for bringing up a topic related to Seras. As if obscuring rational judgment.
As I said before, the pieces of the devil tend to merge with each other. In a situation where each of us is holding one piece at a time, we can come up with any number of situations in which we encourage the bowl for that ‘unity’.
And as the period of my silence elongates, I see Victoria across from her tilting her head.
“Didn’t you ask me to propose a match?”
“…Wasn’t it?”
“Since he said to choose the event freely, wouldn’t it be possible to achieve the desired ‘match’ even if the one who kills that player first wins?”
What is the problem?
Like asking if there is any reason to hesitate in accepting.
[…Let’s refuse. Anyway, this is not it.]
Caliban heard those words as if her head was pounding.
[Apart from cooperating with ridiculous things like killing someone, it’s a pun in the first place. She said that her purpose in joining the company was to kill her sister, so asking for something like this is a bit much-]
Certainly, yes.
There’s something flashing about her when she hears that.
“Let’s do it, then.”
It must have been the influence that this answer popped out even before Caliban’s sentence was finished.
“…”
Victoria’s hand stopped.
She looks like she just heard something wrong.
“…Yes?”
Judging from the reaction, apart from the fact that he really wants to do it, it seems like he didn’t expect me to do it so coolly.
I was probably thinking of throwing out these words to draw out my regrets and suggesting something ‘negotiable’ based on that.
“Let’s do it. Killing your sister Whoever goes first.”
Receives words with a smile.
Victoria, who heard me, was the first person to hear this guy’s proposal, but she continued her words without hesitation.
“Instead, should I keep the promise I made?”
You mean ‘submit to me if you lose a match’.
“…”
Victoria trembled.
It was clear that he sensed something ominous in my sentence.
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“…”
While walking down the hallway, she stops and sighs.
The silence that comes from within Soul Linker is stinging. It feels like the words I want to say are filled up to my throat.
“…Caliban.”
[Hmm?]
“If you have something to say, say it.”
[No, now I know it doesn’t make much sense to ask.]
“…”
[What are you doing when you ask me something like ‘What are you thinking?’. Anyway, this time again, I’m going to do something crazy like nothing…]
“…”
The question of what the hell has become of my evaluation within this person immediately came to my mind, but I don’t bother to say it out of my mouth.
As this person said, there are things you know without having to ask.
“…Victoria would do it, but she would do it for real more than once.”
Some are influenced by purple demons, and that guy isn’t a two-talker either, so he’ll really jump at Seras once we’re talking to each other like this.
Just.
“It will take some preparation.”
It’s natural.
Victoria herself has entered the ranks of the Grand Assassin, who is considered the best assassin on the continent, and has entered the realm of a master when it comes to killing ‘people’.
The same goes for Seras. Considering the length of time he held that title, he was overwhelmingly longer.
We will proceed with the ‘work’ in such a way as to check the movement line, measure the capacity, and find the most certain time to insert an unavoidable blow.
And.
I won at the point where the strands were already set like that.
I am.
I’m thinking of ‘stopping’ right now.
With that in mind, I knock on the door in front of me.
“Yes- let’s go-“
Who are you at this hour, really-
The door opened with a grumbling sound.
“…Uh, Seo, senpai…?”
In the hallway, I can see Seras stuttering, embarrassed by my visit.
As soon as I finished talking to Victoria, I went straight to this place, but it was still quite late. It is noticeable that she is wearing a polka-dotted nightgown with a sleeping cap over her head.
“…”
Taste once ruined.
Even YuRia, the youngest person around me, would run away screaming in disgust at being treated like a child, and her face instantly heats up, as if she was quite ashamed to stand in front of me like that.
“This, this, so… I like being comfortable when I sleep-“
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“Can I come in?”
He cuts off the guy’s words and brings out those words.
“I definitely have a story to tell. Alone.”
“…”
I could see the guy’s body stiffening after seeing my appearance.
He seems to have noticed that my appearance is unusual.
A man came to his room late at night with a serious expression on his face. Even the two of you must talk.
There.
“It’s an important business. It can only be done between you and me.”
“…Ah, yes, yes eh…?”
Hearing these words, it’s probably hard for you to come to your senses. Thanks to wearing a white polka dot nightgown and a sleeping cap, the blush on her face is more contrasted.
Even the redness of the ear lobe makes even the tomato feel relatively pale.
“Can you let me in?”
“…That, of course…”
He brought me into the room as if possessed. It was already out of my mind that I was ashamed of meeting me dressed like this.
In my head, I can’t figure out what the hell this situation is, so it’s clear that delusions are running rampant.
And, um.
To be honest.
It’s not a situation where I’m very far from that delusion.
With an expression of no sense of reality, he took out a candle in the room while rustling.
At least it means that we should talk face-to-face.
‘…You won’t need it.’
As for what I’m going to do with this guy from now on, it’s rather inconvenient to have lights on. Each other will be
Grab the wrist of the guy who is about to light the candle.
“Seras.”
“Heeheeeik-!”
“…”
There’s nothing surprising about that.
As if he had met a ghost, the startled guy soon began to shudder. There are even slight tears in his eyes.
“…Yes, yes, senpai…”
I let out a deep sigh at the answer he gave out in a trembling voice.
It doesn’t look very good. There’s no point in making the story longer.
So.
“Shall we do something pleasant?”
Directly inserts a punch.
“…”
The guy’s mouth is wide open.
Caliban inside Soul Linker also looks like he’s opening his mouth in amazement.
“…Seo, senpai?”
Seras looked at me with his spinning eyes.
Perhaps because of my mood, it feels like his gaze keeps going back and forth alternately between his bed and me.
As soon as I heard what I said, I instinctively sensed a correlation there.
“That, I mean, a joke to lighten the mood, that, is that it? Yes?”
“…Well.”
He frowned and stroked his chin.
Yes. I understand that it can be misunderstood like that.
I should speak a little easier to understand.
“I’ll make you feel good enough to die.”
“…”
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Again, Seras and Caliban inside the Soul Linker are silent at the same time.
[…Was killing with ‘that’?]
No.
You didn’t tell me to kill ‘how’.
Isn’t it?
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