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From the moment her eyes rolled.
I had expected it.
Crackle! Kaboom!
Sparks flew from Davian's fingertips, and lightning flashed.
The lightning magic shot straight towards the assassin's sword, a piece of metal flying towards Latia.
Struck by lightning in mid-air, the sword lost its momentum and fell to the ground.
Without even turning his eyes, let alone reaching out towards the flying sword, he blocked the assassin's hidden card.
"H-how..."
The assassin, who was reaching into his left sleeve to pull out a dagger, froze on the spot.
He thought that a fleeting moment would be enough to end Davian's life.
However.
Davian Naone did not allow even that momentary gap.
"What were you trying to pull out? Don't tell me it was a dagger. I really hate daggers."
The last of the 3rd playthrough.
Davian, who lost his life to a dagger thrust into his back by a lower demon.
"How... how can there be no opening, even after doing all this?"
Swoosh.
Davian's ice sword touched the assassin's chin.
"What did you say earlier?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"You said you only kill someone if you have a grudge that can only be resolved by death. So, what grudge do you have against Latia? Or. Did someone commission you?"
The assassin's eyes shook violently.
"It couldn't be helped. You're just too strong..."
"You said you were different. From the knight commander, from the imperial officer, from me. But why throw a sword at a girl who's sleeping drunk without knowing anything?"
"I-it was an unavoidable choice! Otherwise, I..."
Thwack.
Davian's sword pierced the assassin's neck.
"I don't need to hear any more."
In the end.
The sophistry was just sophistry.
"What...? What's all the noise?"
Ting.
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[Quest 'Defeat the Assassin of Death' Completed]
Reward: 80K Mana Points (x2)
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Latia rubbed her eyes, got up, and looked around.
Traces of swords everywhere.
The fireplace was completely destroyed.
The floor and walls were a mess of battle marks.
"What's going on? Did someone come? Did we fight?"
Latia Meridian was still not fully awake from her drunken stupor.
If she had been fully awake.
She might have noticed that while the entire room was a mess, the area around the bed where Latia was sleeping was perfectly fine, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, someone came by for a bit. Go back to sleep."
Plop.
Latia buried herself back into the soft bed, as if unable to resist the alcohol.
The next day.
"An assassin?"
"Yeah."
"So?"
"Well, I handed the body over to Marquis Clins. Apparently, he was a famous assassin."
Liber shook his head.
"Wow... you mean all that happened and Latia was just sleeping in bed?"
Latia shrugged.
"It was a bit noisy while I was sleeping, though."
"You're amazing, Latia."
"What's so amazing? I have Davian next to me, so what's there to worry about?"
"I guess so. Oh! Look! The princess, no, the queen is coming out."
The wedding of the Queen of Colonia was held in splendor.
With this, a strong marital alliance based on mutual interests was established.
This marriage.
Eventually became the catalyst for the Duchy of Poluman and the Marino Empire turning their backs on each other.
And the starting point for the formation of an independent alliance against the Marino Empire.
Bang!
Heinz Greiten, the head of the Marino Empire's intelligence department, slammed his desk.
"Damn it... why did I have to be born in this era?"
A mad emperor, Kaiser Lapax.
An absurd monster, Davian Naone.
Just when he thought he had managed to tame the emperor somehow, he bounced around, doing as he pleased, and after meeting Davian Naone, he completely lost his mind.
And that young brat Davian Naone has been interfering with the organization's work since 3 years ago, and has grown into a strongman representing the Pax Continent.
"In just 3 and a half years. Is this even possible?"
Most importantly.
Now, both of them have reached a level that the head of intelligence, Heinz Greiten, cannot handle.
"To think that the Assassin of Death would fail..."
It's not difficult to deceive the client and set up the situation to send him to Davian.
Once they succeeded in sending the Assassin of Death, they thought they would be able to deal with Davian sufficiently.
If they were to meet in a wide field and have a fair one-on-one battle, maybe.
Aren't assassins those who can kill opponents who are several levels higher than themselves?
Moreover, it wasn't just any assassin, but the Assassin of Death, who had never failed a commission.
But Davian, that bastard, went back to his continent perfectly fine after finishing the after-party of the Queen of Colonia's wedding.
"Has he completely left my hands now?"
60 years passed by like a fleeting dream.
How much has happened to get to this position, and to solidify this position?
Those fierce days were so insignificant that two people had completely escaped Heinz Greiten's control.
Indeed.
The era of the mad emperor and the monster brat.
The greatest sense of helplessness that humans feel is when.
When they know something is going wrong but there is no way to fix it.
Whether it's for the sake of a cause or for personal desires.
Then.
Click!
The door burst open.
There is only one person who can dare to open the door of the Marino Empire's intelligence chief's office so carelessly.
"What's going on?"
Attila Feyman, the director of the intelligence department's research institute and the second-in-command of the intelligence department led by Heinz Greiten.
Of course, Emperor Kaiser Lapax can also open, fold, break, or even eat that door whenever he wants.
But since the emperor doesn't bother to come here in person, Attila Feyman can be said to be the only one.
"Finally... we finally completed it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"The space that can confine spirits!"
Heinz Greiten, who was tired of helplessness and was thinking of giving up everything and returning to farming, jumped up.
"Really?"
"Yes. We have even done experiments using several spirits."
"You really created a space that can confine spirits?"
"Yes!"
Spirits cannot enter dungeons, which are spaces where the human and demon realms are intertwined.
This is already a widely known fact.
Under the direction of Intelligence Chief Heinz Greiten, Attila Feyman has been conducting research for a long time to transform dungeons into spaces that can confine spirits.
And finally.
He has obtained the fruits of his labor.
"Let's go there right away."
"Yes! Chief."
Southern coast of the Marino Empire.
"I can't feel anything from the outside."
"That's right for us humans. We haven't brought anyone yet, but maybe even demons won't feel anything."
"But?"
"Spirits, who are beings from another dimension, will be different. On the surface, it's just an ordinary beach, and humans and demons can freely come and go, but..."
Attila Feyman stood in front of a giant mechanical device.
"It's a device made by transforming the dungeon core. When you activate it, an invisible dimensional rift will occur within a radius of 33 meters. You can think of it as a kind of mismatch created by the twisting of the dimensional walls of the human and demon realms."
Heinz Greiten nodded.
"Continue."
"This dimensional rift is very subtle, so as I said before, it has no effect on humans or demons. But spirits, who are beings from another dimension, can never pass through this dimensional rift. It's the same principle as why spirits can't enter dungeons."
"Excellent. Really excellent. Well done, Attila."
Research Institute Director Attila Feyman's expression, which was full of pride, darkened for a moment.
"But there's a problem."
"What is it?"
"Whether this device is activated or not, spirits seem to instinctively feel the foreignness of this area."
"Really?"
"Yes. Even the weakest and least intelligent lower spirits are reluctant to come near this device. The higher the spirit, the greater the rejection. Therefore..."
"It's impossible to bring Glacies here and lock her up slyly."
Attila Feyman hung his head.
"Yes..."
"It's okay. This is enough. I have my own plans. You've done a really good job, Attila."
A few days later.
"Ah! Let me go!"
"Stay still! We're almost there."
Southern coast of the Marino Empire.
A huge device was installed in the middle of the sandy beach.
A group of imperial soldiers was dragging a young girl towards the device.
Several people who had arrived in advance were around the device, including Intelligence Chief Heinz Greiten and Research Institute Director Attila Feyman.
Step, step.
Heinz Greiten walked forward.
The arms of a girl who was barely 120 centimeters tall were held by soldiers in armor.
"Let her go."
The imperial soldiers on both sides released the girl's arms.
She had been dragged here in this state from somewhere, and the girl barely moved her stiff shoulders to cower.
Heinz Greiten opened his mouth.
"Now, summon your spirit."
The surprised girl's pupils shook violently.
"What? No way!"
"What do you mean, no way?"
The girl looked at the imperial soldiers who had brought her here.
"This man said... if I summon the spirit, he'll send it far away with a dimensional transfer material."
Heinz Greiten smirked.
"Dimensional transfer material? Do you know how precious that is? Do you think we would use such a precious thing on your spirit?"
"But..."
"It's okay. We don't even have dimensional transfer material today. Now, summon your spirit."
The girl turned her head and glared at the imperial soldiers.
"Liar!"
"Ahem."
The imperial soldier cleared his throat once and turned his gaze to the distant sea.
It seemed that he felt uncomfortable lying to a girl who could be his daughter and dragging her here.
As the head of the intelligence department said, the imperial soldier who brought the girl here didn't have any dimensional transfer material.
He was just afraid that the girl would summon the spirit while she was being dragged here, so he just made up a story.
Intelligence Chief Heinz Greiten urged the girl again.
"Hurry up and summon your spirit, Undine."
The girl's pupils shook violently again.
The current situation was too confusing for a girl who was just over 10 years old.
She was just picking herbs in the mountains as usual.
Suddenly, imperial soldiers in shiny armor appeared and dragged her here.
At first, she tried to summon her friend and contractor, Undine, to punish the scary men in armor.
But she couldn't summon Undine because she was threatened that if she summoned the spirit, they would use a dimensional transfer material to send it to a place from which it could not return.
Not only could she not summon her.
She was afraid that Undine would sense something and suddenly appear, so she endured the pain and didn't cry even though she was afraid.
She was dragged here while riding a horse and using a magic circle.
Now, suddenly, a grandfather she had never seen before told her to summon Undine.
'What should I do...? Why are they doing this to me...'
The girl looked around with fearful eyes.
Even a young girl could sense the bad atmosphere.
Besides, that huge mechanical device was emitting an oppressive feeling.
"I... I don't want to."
Heinz Greiten asked again.
"You don't want to?"
"It seems like you're trying to do something bad... I'm not going to summon Undine."
"Is that so?"
Slap!
The girl's eyes flashed.
After a while, a severe pain surged in her left cheek.
"I told you to summon her."
The girl, holding her left cheek, barely raised her head and looked at the head of the intelligence department.
"I... I don't want to..."
Slap!
This time, a slap came to the other side of her face.
Too much shock and pain to withstand with the body of a 10-year-old girl.
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