Infinite Gacha - Chapter 298

Nemum laments.

'Oh, no. ....... How could this be ......?

The lowest level of "The Abyss," the training area.

Nemmu's lamentations filled the training hall.

With tears in her eyes, she cries out to those in front of her.

undefinedYou!　Assassination is not a game!　So why don't you take your target seriously!　What is this, the best assassination society in the world!　This is the 'world's greatest comedy troupe,' as Gold would say!"

In addition to the mad clown, four others were seated in chairs before Nemum's eyes, bound by Ellie's strategy-class magic, Dorn Fessern.

They are the top five "Morte Spada" of the "Blow," the world's greatest assassination society on earth.

All of them were caught by us, unable to do anything, and taken to the bottom level of the "Abyss," the training ground.

Nemmu's anger was uncontrollable and she shouted.

Hey, mud clown!　You are too wasteful!　You rely too much on poison!　A little more skill, a little more technique!"

Ha, ha ......"

The mad clown, bound and immobilized by thorny fetters (dorn fesserne), had his seven-colored hair cut and shaved, and was forced to change his clothes.

This was done to prevent the poison from remaining and affecting the other inhabitants of the "abyss".

Next!　You there, you frog-like thing!　You are going to melt them with the digestive juices you have in your belly, aren't you?"

Yes, I do. ......

There are other, more efficient ways!　You have it!　Why the digestive juices!　And what about talking upside down!"

Oh, that was just to differentiate myself from the rest of them and impress the boss. ...... I was talking as hard as I could."

You're trying too hard in the wrong places!　If you're an assassin, you've got to work harder!

Nemum further turns her gaze to the female assassin sitting next to her.

'And you!　You can use your appearance as a weapon to approach men and assassinate them with slow-acting poison. You were the most assassin-like of all of them."

Oh, thank you."

A woman who appears to be a demon-race succubus thanks him with a flirtatious smile.

It was the best thing to do as long as she was bound by thorny fetters (dorn fesserne) and unable to move.

Nemmu opens her eyes to the limit and points out.

'But it's not right to barge in during the day when we're having tea ourselves!　And you're still dressed like a hooker!　You need to get more air!　Air!　Master Dirk looks around 12 years old and you approach him in the daytime dressed like that. ...... You need to be smarter!"

Heeey!

Next!"

The female assassin screams, and Nemmu turns to face the male assassin, the biggest guy in the room.

You are the worst assassin of them all!　Why are you coming to kill me head-on in the daytime!　You're not an assassin!

Yes, yes, this has worked so far, so ......"

Not because it was working!　Assassins!　You are an assassin!　Too much frontal penetration!　You stupid son of a b*tc*!　Assassins don't cut corners!"

Nemum does his best to point out that, during the "Gathering of Tribes," there was a "famous assassin who comes to kill his subject head-on," according to a story he heard.

Of course, it was not him.

It was someone who actually existed in the past.

So it is not that there are no "assassins who ride in and kill from the front" in general. ......

Nemum's aesthetics would not allow it.

She turns to the last "Death Sword (Morte Spada)".

'Omae was somehow knocked down before I knew it!　It's one of the assassination techniques to make a less impressive impression, but you're so unimpressive you can't say anything!"

"Sorry ......, no ......."

His face and body were wrapped in a tattered black cloak, and as Nemm pointed out, he was 'knocked down when he found out.

Me, Nemm, Gold, all of us don't know how he was beaten.

In a way, he may have been the one who was able to deceive us the best. It didn't lead to any results at all. ......

After making a series of points, Nemmu's head is in her hands, and Gold reproduces the dialogue, doing his best imitation of her voice.

Gold reproduces the line in her voice: "'Be careful when you go above ground. They will try to kill you through deception, assassination, and trickery. Even though they are at a lower level, do not let your guard down. The real thing is that they are the real thing.

"......!"

Nemmu's ears turn red as she hears Gold's voice-manipulated dialogue.

Gold, on the other hand, continues to impersonate Nemmu and tease her without a care in the world.

Gold continues to tease her by saying, "Bwuhu, kuhu ...... 'Even if a bunch of real assassins attack me, I will definitely protect the Dark-sama's body myself, sir.' ...... Bwuhu ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Aaaaahhhh!"　Goooooldooooooooo!!!!"

Nemum pulls out his knife in a rage of shame and guns out the gold with the handle.

He continued to belly laugh as Nemmu attacked him.

Nemmu!　How can this not be funny!　You were threatening us so much that we were bracing ourselves for a "real assassin"!　When the comedians actually show up, it's only natural that we laugh at the difference between your smug faces and your lines!

Gold, don't make too much fun of Nemm."

...... 'With all my might, I, Nemmu, will protect Master Dirk from the filthy blades of real assassins, sir!

Mmm-hmm!"

When I note Gold's teasing, he turns to me and utters his previous lines in a voice imitation of Nemmu.

Remembering the gap between Gold's impersonation of Nemmu and the drop between the dialogue and the current situation, I almost burst out laughing as well.

Seeing that I am about to erupt, my sense of shame exceeds my limit, and Nemmu holds his face with the knife in his hand and crouches there.

My brown skin, not to mention my ears, was about to turn red all over.

As expected, I was sorry and offered words of comfort.

I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Nemmu. I didn't mean to laugh at your loyalty.

Nyahhh ......!"

Perhaps too embarrassed, Nemumu squeaks like a bluebird.

It was like someone who thought he was 'special' in the past, acted suspiciously, and then grew up and writhed in agony when he remembered who he was at that time.

(Maybe I shouldn't touch him for a while until Nemmu's emotions settle down. ......)

I turned my attention to the "Morte Spada" (Sword of Death), nailing everyone present with just my gaze.

What should we do with them?

What?

At my words, the shoulders of all the "Morte Spada" shook.

<>