Infinite Gacha - Chapter 297

I don't mean to be a "humanist", but I don't despise the "absolute independence of race" for the sake of sparing lives. Because--"

I spit out a large number of square boxes from my item box in front of the mad clown, who was on a roll, thinking that I had taken everyone in the racial kingdom capital hostage.

This box is the one that Mad Clown had been talking loudly about poison gas.

I had already collected all the placed boxes and neutralized the poison in them.

That's absurd!　How can you have all the magic items that contain poison gas?　Ah!　You're bluffing!　You're trying to trick me by bluffing!"

undefinedAt first, the clown shouts an upset line, but soon he can't accept the fact and starts screaming, "It's a bluff to fool me.

In a sense, his behavior was so predictable that I let out a sigh with a rather exaggerated shrug of my shoulders.

I knew you would say that," he said. If you think I'm bluffing, why don't you try activating the magic items you've placed in the room right now? It's an exercise in futility, though, since everything has already been retrieved and is here now."

"Pssst!"

At my suggestion, Mad Clown pulled out a small plate-shaped object from his pocket, touched the magic stone in the middle, and muttered quietly.

I guessed that his muttering was the word that would activate the box.

Following Mad Clown's instruction, some of the boxes piled up in front of me "popped" open.

It seems that not all of the boxes were opened, but some of them were opened as a trial.

The contents of the boxes are already non-toxic, so there is no point in opening them.

When the box in front of him is proven to be real, the mad clown makes a startled face again.

'How come the box is here!　Why?

'...... I ask you on the contrary, why did you think you'd be targeted by assassins and not pay attention to your surroundings?　If there are people who leave suspicious-looking boxes around, it is natural to analyze what kind of boxes they are, collect them if they are dangerous, and neutralize them. Did you really think we would just sit back and let you get beat up?

I said the line strongly to get the mad clown's attention.

In fact, he entered the capital of the racial kingdom, and all the while he was making suspicious movements, he was being watched with the help of his friends from the "Nutrients".

After he left the suspicious box and started to go around, I had them collect it and go around to retrieve it.

I continue to point out.

'I also know that there were others waiting for him at the inn, and I know that although he has knocked out all of his employees, he has no deaths to hold them hostage in case of an emergency.

What?

The mad clown's face is painted white, so I can't make out his complexion, but I can tell by his hands that he has turned blue as if his blood has been drained.

I don't relax my hand.

I would like to add that the poison is soaked into his seven-colored hair and clothes, and that he attacked us inside the inn because it is more efficient for him to absorb the poison in an airtight indoor environment. And I'm just guessing here, but that clown outfit is also so that the opponent won't think you're unnatural if you make exaggerated movements as if you're on stage, right?"

To my point, the mad clown sweats as if his head were covered with a lot of water.

I add.

I add, "I wonder if the poisons are paralyzing, rather than instantly deadly?　But unfortunately, poisons don't work on us. It doesn't matter if it's instant death, paralysis, or sleep, they all nullify it."

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

The mad clown no longer had time to be astonished by the exaggeration he had just made, and he continued to glare at me grudgingly, breaking out in a profusion of cold sweat.

Apparently, all my points were correct.

It's not something I'm proud of because it's all so easy to find out by observing him. ......

The most unfortunate thing is that Mad Clown, one of the elite members of the "Morte Spada," the self-proclaimed "world's best assassination society," is only paying attention to me as I continue to talk, even though he is right on target.

I never thought it would be so easy to get ...... caught, no matter how much he talks and moves to get attention.

I sigh loudly.

The sighs made the mad clown's shoulders tremble as if he were frightened.

I can't help but point this out.

I'm an assassin, but you're too preoccupied with me alone.　Are you really the "World's Best Assassination Society"?　How come they still don't even realize they've taken a hostage back ......"

!"

Only when I point this out does the mad clown notice the absence of his female employee who was tucked in on the couch.

I wonder, when did this happen?

When Master Dirk said, 'If I were to add anything else, it would be to the seven colors of hair, clothing, etc.~.' It was too late to notice!"

Gubey!

From behind, Nemmu slams a hand sword into the mad clown's neck, knocking him unconscious.

In Nemmu's one arm was a woman who had been held hostage unconscious on a sofa.

After she rescued the hostage, she went behind Mad Clown's back and took his consciousness.

She blurts out with a sigh while confirming that the mad clown has lost consciousness with his white eyes.

'I was wary of them because they're the best assassin group in the world, but ...... there was so much waste that at first I suspected it was a trap, but ...... it wasn't like that at all.

As the Lord pointed out, "Is this really the best assassination society in the world?　I'd still rather believe it was the world's greatest comedy troupe."

Me and Gold point out that Nemmu laid the rescued woman on the couch again, while restraining the mad clown.

Mr. Dark, this time it was probably the weakest among the executives ...... "Morte Spada" (Deadly Sword). That's why they were able to take advantage of us so much.

Nemum tells the story.

Taking hostages, making demands that they have no choice but to accept, and enjoying the look of despair on their faces, are unnecessary acts in assassination. This guy is not an assassin, but just a fun-loving criminal. It just so happens that he has been doing so well up to now that he has become a senior member of the 'Assassination Society Executioners (Blow).'"

She finished restraining the mad clown and went to the trouble of using "R, Wash" to clean her hands after touching him.

While cleaning off the dirt, Nemmu tells him with a serious expression on her face.

'But perhaps those who are about to attack us are real assassins.

She turned to us.

I am advising you as 'UR, Assassin Blade Nemmu Level 5000,' not as 'Fellow Adventurer Nemmu. Be careful once you are on the ground, even if you are inside the lowest level of the Abyss. They will try every means to kill you, Master Dirk, whether it be by stealth, assassination, or subterfuge. Even if they are at a lower level, do not let your guard down. The carelessness of your opponent could prove fatal--that's what a "real assassin" is like.

Nemmu, the top assassin even in the lowest level of "The Abyss," assured us with strong eyes.

As a fellow assassin, he told me sincerely that I should never let my guard down even if my opponent is of a lower rank.

It was all out of concern for my safety.

Nemmu kneels down in front of me and assures me once again.

Therefore, as "UR, Assassin Blade Nemmu Level 5000," even if a bunch of real assassins attacked me, I would never let Dark I will absolutely protect myself, sir.

Nemmu advised me to be very vigilant because assassination is his specialty, but at the same time, he assured me that he would absolutely protect me out of his pride as the best assassin.

This is a very encouraging attitude.

I thanked her for her sincere loyalty with a big smile on my face, even through my mask.

Thank you, Nemmu. I will continue to rely on you.

Yes!　With all my might, I, Nemmu, will protect Master Dirk from the filthy blades of real assassins!"

Nemmu, while picturing in his mind's eye the real assassin "Morte Spada" who would attack him in the future, assured the audience with great strength.

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