Infinite Gacha - Chapter 296

Welcome back, 'black clown' party girls.

Upon entering the upscale inn, a male of the demon race, standing over 190 centimeters tall and clad in solid muscles, addresses me in a female tone of voice.

His personality alone is remarkable, but he also wears a small red, round ball on his nose, his hair is colored seven different colors, and his face is painted white with stars and the moon.

Although he is dressed in a joking manner, the atmosphere conveys the smell of blood and death that has seeped into his body, which seems to have drifted up to this point.

It is not the kind of atmosphere that can be soaked up by a hundred or two hundred people.

undefinedBut for some reason, this oddly dressed person called out to me while standing behind the back of a sofa in the meeting space of the luxury inn.

(?　(Why is this guy standing behind the couch?)

The high-class inn had a reception desk at the back of the entrance, a staircase across the hallway to the second floor accommodations next to it, a dining room on the right side where one could eat and drink, and a meeting space on the opposite left side where a man with seven-colored hair was standing.

At one point, he pretended to be on the alert so as not to arouse the other party's suspicions.

The man with seven-colored hair, who was pleased with our reaction, sounded in a good mood.

He is the first prey in a long time that I've had the pleasure of killing. And I'm the best at it!　It's true, luck is on your side if you have a good routine. I'm so happy!　Now all we have to do is to give up the head of our prey, you, Dirk-chan, and we will be number two in the organization, both in name and reality."

A man with seven-colored hair, about 190 cm in height, wiggles his body with his hands on his cheeks.

His seven-colored hair swished in time with his movements.

I couldn't help but point it out.

Second place?　Not number one?"

The first one is our boss. He is the most powerful assassin in the world, so he can never be surpassed. ...... Our boss is really strong. I'm so in love with him!

The world's most powerful assassin. ...... I don't really care, because I'm not really interested. So are you sure you're the assassin who came to kill me?　If so, would you have been okay with showing your face in such an imposing manner?"

They came in head-on, without any surprise attacks from the shadows, etc., typical of assassins.

In terms of strength, there were three of us and only one of them, so we were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Despite this, I pointed out the fact that they had come out in full force.

The man with seven-colored hair let out a sigh of exasperation.

He is already impatient. You may not know it at your age yet, but girls won't like you if you're too impatient.　Though it is a meaningless advice because I will kill you right here and now. Because the game is already decided.

When he finishes speaking, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket.

Gold stepped in front of me with his shield at the ready, and Nemmu sat back and put his feet on the ground ready to move at any moment.

The man with seven-colored hair, paying no attention to their actions, picks up the handkerchief with both hands, unfolds it, and moves it around a few times to show me the front and back.

This is just a handkerchief. As you can see, there's nothing in it. But you can put it away with both hands like this: ......3, 2, 1, yes!

When he unfolds the handkerchief he has wrapped with both hands - it becomes the size of a large furoshiki and wraps around the sofa in front of him.

When he removes the furoshiki again, the high-class innkeeper-employee woman is lying there.

There should have been no one on the couch.

At a quick glance, the employee woman was uninjured. Her chest was moving up and down, so we could conclude that she was only unconscious.

(I wondered why she was standing behind the couch and wanted to do this: ......)

It may be a good level of street art to applaud. ......

Later, we scowled at a line from a man with seven-colored hair.

He said, "You're friends with the 'Witch of the Giant Tower,' a whore who espouses the idiotic principle of 'absolute racial (human) independence,' aren't you?　Then I wonder if it's okay to abandon this girl?"

The furoshiki was gone and a large knife was in his hand.

She seems to be a hostage against us.

Gold makes his displeasure clear at the seven-colored-haired man's statement.

'Fair and square, you show up and you're a prick .......

I'm so scared. I've been attacked by a knight!

But the other party's voice teases Gold's discomfort.

Furthermore, the man with seven-colored hair threatened us.

And, too. Don't get caught up in what's right in front of you. She is not the only hostage. I've installed magic items that contain poison gas all over the capital of the racial kingdom. The poison gas will be released as soon as I give the order.

............"

Not only the woman sleeping on the couch, but also the man with seven-colored hair against us," he declared, "and he's taking even more hostages.

The game is already decided when I appear in front of you. I am one of the "Morte Spada" of the "Bro" assassins!　The boss gave me a great name: "Mad Clown"!　I am the Mad Clown of the Morte Spada!　You are fundamentally different from the monsters and commoners you have been fighting!　Hey, have I lost my nerve?　Did you despair when you found out that the game was already won?　Hey, tell me sister~!

The man with seven-colored hair - the mad clown - believes he has the complete upper hand and encourages us with a look of amusement on his face.

He agitates us until he is satisfied, and then he makes a suggestion with a smirk and a look that teases his prey.

What are you going to do?　If we don't do something about it, the whole city will be destroyed, not just this girl. So, if Dirk-chan will give me her head, I'll let her go without killing her and the other human (inferior species) in the capital. Hey, what are you going to do?　Dirk-chan is good friends with the "Witch of the Gigantic Tower," a whore who upholds the stupid principle of "absolute independence of the human race. Hey, what are you going to do?　Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Offering his head?　There's no way I'd do something so futile."

I'm surprised you're not more cynical than ......." I expected a little more anguish or an interesting reaction from you, but you are so quick to give me an answer.

Mad Clown shows his dismay at my cold attitude, which is not the reaction he expected.

He shrugs his shoulders as if to mock us.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Even if you cry 'absolute human independence,' you still value your own life the most, don't you? It's really boring that you realize that you can't win against me, the demon race.

I don't mean to be a victim of "absolute human independence," but I don't despise it. Because--"

I spit out from the item box the "magic item containing poison gas" that the clown in front of me said he had installed throughout the capital of the racial kingdom, and drop it on the floor.

The square box rattles around and makes a small pile on the floor.

The poison gas inside has already been deactivated.

"...... heh?"

The magic item that was supposed to be set up was spit out in front of him, and for the first time, the mad clown made a puzzled face as if to say, "I don't understand what that means.

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