A man's body collapses and falls.
A few years of dust on the floor of an abandoned house rises to the periter due to the impact. I scratched the collar of my coat together and pulled it up to protect my throat from even fantastically visible soles, illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the gaps in the loose roof.
The big guy who sank the guy on the floor looks back at .
"This seems to be the last ti"
The man who fell on the floor, he doesn't move one thing. I guess I cut my consciousness out exactly. Competencies in combat are as good as you can imagine.
I just want you to be a little quieter. I thought frowning at the sll of dust and dust.
Forr Border Guard captain, Ernst von Lieber.
No, the na already belongs to the dead.
The na of the man in front of now is Higma.
I made a good first impression. Just because I myself was given a strange na like 'Crow' doesn't an I hit eight, nor did I wind up.... Probably.
"Mm-hmm. Then let's pack up and go ho"
When I say so, Higma restrains the three n who are passing out and rolling with rope. I let him bite the cloth in my mouth to prevent self-determination, and then I stuffed them in a Zuta bag.
Higma takes up the Zuta bag and throws it into the wagon parked on the surface. Adult n of good stature... and if you are losing your mind, it should be quite heavy. But his light-hearted movents were as if he were carrying even feathers.
Higma urged to "go," without the wind that hurt my mood and just watched without helping with the loading operation.
His face peeking from under his coat was still a man, but his impression changed a lot.
During his ti as captain of the guard, he stretches out his hair, which was cut short, and wraps it up unwrought behind him. The beard, which was in order, shaved the other way and looked a little younger. Since exposure to the sun has been extrely reduced, skin color will change slightly in ti.
When I walk under the sun, I also let my hair color and how I walk change.
As soon as he beca a detective, he said sothing about burning his face, but even if he didn't, his impression would change.
"Go."
Following up to the carriage carriage carriage, Higma gets in. It was a mild move you can't imagine from a large body, but the weight seems to be what it looks like. The carriage makes a flashy noise.
When I signaled by hand to my companion on your stand, I placed a beat and then the horse ran out.
Zuta bags with a glimpse of chilli all remain quiet.
Probably won't wake up for a while. I threw up in my heart telling him to get so sleep now, because he was going to hell anyway.
He and others, lurking in abandoned houses, are among neighboring raptors.
He was abducting and imprisoning a family in a separate unit from the ones who broke into the royal castle the other day.
The maid being investigated for attempted assassination of a key figure appears to have been threatened with taking her family hostage.
Family already protected.
The retrieval of those who fled was the task entrusted to us.
"Don't let any of them get away with it, I'm going to be impotent..."
He spills his solitary stupidity as he hears the wheel run over the cobblestone.
The term 'all alone' is not, of course, ant to refer only to the three people packed in the Zuta bag. All the raptors lurking in the king's capital of Navel.
The people who were letting them swim, those who had blended in around over the years, the newly sent ones, also pulled back, leaving no one behind.
"I want it to be so kind of joke"
Higma grinned bitterly as she sighed with a cheek wand on her raised knee.
"I can't imagine that one joking more"
"To a very few people, they say. Jokes."
A very small part of it, or as far as I can tell, I'm alone.
Higma looked elusive when I added that only in my heart.
You're trying to think of His Majesty making jokes. After more than a dozen seconds of silence, repeat the sa words as "unimaginable".
I certainly couldn't imagine either.
"I totally ant it this ti though"
I rember my husband's face when I ordered him to.
A faceless look as usual. But my eyes were different. Was it the flas that burned at high temperatures that dwelt in thin blue eyes? Or a snowstorm that freezes everything up.
"If I wasn't mistaken, you'd be angry. I am."
Most importantly, His Majesty is not the only one who is butchering in this case.
Like eight hits, I think of the face of a ditch rat (latte) who would be doing everything in his power to hunt rats.
The night a guest from another world was about to be assassinated, Latte was exterminating an assassin targeting the princess.
No way in the anti, without even knowing that the princess is about to be killed by another human being.
To be precise, the samurai didn't aim for the princess. As a result of coincidences, the princess hid guests from different worlds and sheltered them.
No one can predict.
Still, Latte got rough.
On the surface it is not very different from usual, and the work is ripe exactly, but the level of intent to kill is different. To the extent that everything cos to a halt to the roots of your breath if you are on a mission of life or death.
There is no grasp as a float, unrelated to obsession.
You look like a good person, you don't trust anyone, and you don't miss anyone.
He doesn't go anywhere, he doesn't go deep into anyone, he shows up fluttered, he disappears fluttered.
I never really thought such a man would put his shoulder in soone.
"Absolutely, a sinner."
The princess.
Precisely reads words that didn't make it sound, and Higma nods.
"Because a lot of people love ."
The man in front of with his mouth slightly raised, and his old friend.
If you count the people who love the princess, you have no kiri.
Really. I want you to understand how many people love you.
Princess herself, and.
Tighten your eyes toward the Zuta bag.
Notice the raptor, too.
The princess is a treasure of our country and a weakness of many humans.
At the sa ti, it is a scale that should not be touched.
I laid my eyes down once.
Slowly exhale with your breath the fiery emotions that accumulate at the bottom of your belly. Then when I looked up, my gaze caught on with the hippo with my eyes rounded.
"... what's up?
Hazelnut eyes, after blinking them a few degrees, he shrugs to the point of becoming.
"You were angry, too."
"What?"
They say it's smudging, and I jump up one eyebrow.
I got a much lower voice, but Higma doesn't care at all, as opposed to being under barotric pressure.
"I couldn't notice it because it wasn't as easy to understand and clean as that guy"
That man must an Latte.
You think I'm one of his kind?
I do like the princess.
But nothing, just because the princess was targeted for her life doesn't an she's angry... she's not here, really.
I asked myself unexpectedly.
Aren't these chunks of heat that line the bottom of your belly like a snake wrapping around a tuna and occasionally letting you peek into your face and burn your guts like 'anger' or 'irritation'?
If you loosen your mind a little, it's going to convert you to an intent to kill.
Seeing think in silence, Higma continues her words.
"So this ti, you didn't do anything about it."
Because I'm going to kill you.
I turn a blind eye to the alleged awkwardness.
The annoying and grunting voice was so small that the wheel was erased by the sound of jumping on the pebble.
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