“Arrgghhhhhhhh…!”
“Kulluk… Kuk…”
The sounds of the culprits of the Silver Blaze attack case desperately wailing filled the basent.
“Stop… stop it…”
“Master, these guys are more tenacious than I thought.”
“Please… Aaaaaaaah!!”
“Honestly, I thought they’d confess sothing when I dislocated their shoulders, but they all held on for quite so ti. They must have received so training.”
Although their screams were quite chilling, what was even more terrifying was Morun, who was heating the culprits’ broken shoulders with a hot crowbar several tis over.
Could she really be a girl in her early to mid-teens?
“… They must have been trained. Probably ex-military.”
“Do you know these guys?”
“No. But I do know that they are veterans of the Arican Civil War.”
Saying so, I subtly avoided her gaze and muttered while looking at the culprits, and their eyes slightly wavered.
Seeing those looks was enough for to assu that the history of the KKK is similar in this world too.
“Shall we intensify the torture?”
“Eh?”
While I was scratching my head with that thought, Morun turned her head towards and asked.
“… I don’t mind, but are you sure?”
“Sure about?”
“I know it’s strange to say this now, but for a girl your age to do this…”
“……?”
The soulless, cold expression of hers slightly worried , and I preemptively brought it up to her. But upon reflection, it seed aningless to say such a thing to soone who had already killed innurable people in cold blood.
“… If it’s tough, I can take over.”
“Ah…”
“A child can do it, so can I…”
Yet, feeling sowhat concerned, I stroked her hair and suggested to her. Morun, who had been silent for a mont, looked at after I made the suggestion.
“I’m not a child.”
She began to mutter in a low voice, blushing ever so slightly.
“I’m almost as tall as Master now…”
“… Ugh.”
Just a few months ago, she was as small as a little chick. Now, she seed to have grown up so much in the blink of an eye.
Maybe I’ve been feeding and taking too good care of her even though she was just a h0und? But that was necessary for her to hunt well.
Actually, she’s not really a hound anymore, right? That position was taken by the Hound of the Baskervilles not long ago. Morun is rather…
“Are you worried about my torture skills? If that’s the case, I can assure you there are no problems.”
As I quietly scratched my head and looked down at Moran, whom I had grown quite fond of, she hurriedly began explaining in a whispery voice.
“I perfectly morised which part of a human body to inflict pain on for maximum efficiency. I’m as confident in my torture skills as I am in my sniping skills.”
“I, I see.”
“Until just now, I was adjusting the intensity of the torture to suit civilians. But now that I know these guys are retired soldiers…”
With that, she gave the n trembling before her a bone-chilling look.
“Now I can extract the information properly.”
- Bzzzzztsst…
“So, leave it to .”
At the sa ti, a faint blue spark began to zap everywhere from the iron rod she was holding.
“She’s right, you know?”
And amid her horrifying words, another bone-chilling voice echoed from behind them.
“Let’s not even talk about torture, a greenhorn who hasn’t even stained his hands with blood won’t be of any help here.”
“… Princess?”
“So, leave it to us.”
Princess of Clay, having entered the basent in light clothes, licked her lips and walked towards us.
“It is enough for only to be here.”
“Trust the child to do what she’s best at.”
“… I told you not to call a child.”
Watching her, Moran frowned slightly and muttered in a dark voice, emitting a slight murderous intent at the word child.
Soon, the gazes of the two won quietly collided in mid-air.
“Both of you, let’s postpone the fighting.”
“”……..””
“… There’s an important task right in front of us.”
But as I whispered in a more serious tone than usual, they soon averted their gazes from each other.
“Don’t get wrong. It’s not because I’m following your orders.”
“……”
“I just felt the need to focus on the prey right in front of us, as you said. I haven’t eaten in quite a while, so I might as well draw so blood for a power boost while torturing…”
“Princess.”
As the Princess started grumbling next to , apparently with a wounded pride, I watched her quietly and then tilted my head while throwing a question her way.
“… You must have really grown fond of Miss Blaze, seeing you beco agitated like that.”
And then there was silence.
“W-Wh-What… What are you talking about.”
In the silence, Lady Clay began to fidget with her hands, her eyes cast downward, as she started muttering to herself.
“I can’t possibly feel any affection for such a foolish furball, can I? If anything, I’ve been annoyed by her incessant attempts to be friendly; I think it’s actually worked out for the best that she isn’t here anymore.”
“Why are you trying to intervene then?”
“Didn’t I tell you? It’s purely to replenish my blood supply…”
“… Even though you’ve already collected more than enough blood.”
“Q-Quiet!”
Her face, flushed red with anger as she shouted, seed slightly amusing, prompting to probe her further.
“The more blood, the better! That’s all there is to it!”
“… I see.”
Lately, I noticed that she was a classic tsundere.
Perhaps because I’ve been dealing with maniacs day and night these days, she now seed relatively kind by comparison.
“… Anyway, is it enough to make these guys scream in pain?”
Of course, in this apocalyptic London, a good guy was a relative term, not an absolute one.
- Fzzzzt…
“If that’s the case, it’s my speciality.”
The previously aloof Princess had vanished, now gathering red mana in her hand as she began to approach.
“By the way, their shoulders are quite the sight to behold. Has the little child already ford such a nasty habit?”
“Master’s orders. The initials of the organization were burned into Miss Blaze’s right shoulder, after all.”
“… I see.”
Thus unfolded a brutal conversation between won specialized in murder and torture.
“How about we finish off the other shoulder too? I’ve learned that you should pay back double what you suffered.”
“I was thinking about finishing off a leg. Wouldn’t it be more unfortunate to be unable to use legs than arms?”
“… Just blow off both, there’s no need to overthink things. Or is it because you’re still a child that you still have sympathy for these lowlifes?”
“Don’t call a child.”
Listening to their conversation, I couldn’t help but smirk while looking at the criminals who were practically buzzing with fear now.
… Really, why did you have to ss with Miss Blaze?
In fact, these guys weren’t really enduring the torture with superhuman ntal strength.
It’s just that I’ve used magic to forcibly seal their mouths.
It’s a rather vicious act, but considering the scars on the inspector’s face and the wounds all over Blaze’s body, I feel no sympathy whatsoever for these bastards.
Well, the ti to feel that emotion has long passed anyway…
After all, I’ve done worse things in my previous job.
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How much ti had passed like that?
“I-I w-will sa…”
“What? I can’t hear you clearly.”
“I, I said… I’ll tell… every kn… spar….”
Among the people who had been collapsing one by one after enduring horrific torture, the last remaining man began to mutter urgently with a barely audible voice.
“… I’ll tell you everything I know, just please spare my life.”
“You actually understood that?”
“Spending hours torturing every day, you get the basics down, Master.”
Adler gently pated Moran’s head with a sympathetic smile as she translated the man’s gibberish before leaning towards the pale-faced man.
“Who is behind this plot?”
“I, I was only following orders… Ahhhhhh!!”
As he trembled and answered, Princess Clay, unfazed, stabbed a skewer into his side, causing him to twist and scream.
“Do you still not know?”
“I really don’t know… I can’t make things up…”
“… Hmm.”
Despite his tearful persistence, Adler looked at him with slight disappointnt and spoke.
“If you don’t know, there’s no need to keep you alive.”
“Wait! Just waiiiit…!”
Frozen by that chilling statent, the man soon began to speak hurriedly in a raspy voice.
“I don’t know who’s behind it… but I know the next target…”
“The next target?”
“It’s… I’m in a slight position of… Ahhhhh!?”
Princess Clay then pulled the skewer out from his side when he stuttered.
“If you’re lying… you know, right?”
“I won’t lie! I swear!”
“… So who’s the next target?”
As he started to go into shock from the excessive blood loss, he answered Adler’s question with trembling hands.
“Ch-Charlotte… Hols…”
Despite his garbled, uncertain articulation, the na that burst from the man’s lips was enough to instantly turn Adler serious.
“I, I heard she was a detective who helped save the Silver Blaze…”
“… These bastards really crossed the line.”
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That night, in an ordinary-looking house situated sowhere on the continent not far from Britain.
“Hehehe… Hehe…”
In that place, a girl, hiding under the covers, was letting out a sinister smile as she looked down at the manuscript placed on the bed, and started murmuring in a low voice.
“Alright, this is the end for Hols…”
Late at night, Charlotte Hols, under disguise, was wandering the back alleys on the outskirts of London, investigating sothing.
“… This ti, even you won’t survive.”
Quietly following her, a figure began to creep up behind her.
Surprisingly, the manuscript she was looking down at was being updated in real-ti with black ink.
However, Hols, too engrossed in her investigation, failed to notice this fact.
As she moved, the unidentified figure also began to draw closer to her.
“Yes, that’s it… That’s it…!”
As the story approached its climax, the girl began to murmur excitedly.
An unknown amount of ti passed just like that.
The shadow quietly reached up to Hols' shoulder.
For so reason, Hols still hadn't noticed anything.
“……!”
She was about to let out a cheer with her mouth covered, but.
A few seconds later, as the hand of a stranger touched her shoulder, Charlotte turned her head with a startled look.
Her eyes imdiately widened.
Regrettably, once again, what she wanted did not happen.
For so reason, in front of her, Isaac Adler was seen smirking.
"Miss Hols, shall we go on a dawn date?"
“… Ah, really.”
Lovecraft, with an icy look, imdiately crumpled the unknown number of manuscript pages, teeth clenched as she mumbled with acid in her voice.
“This fucking half-breed Oriental motherfu…”
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