Episode 129 Admission to Academy (4)
dark night.
Several mercenaries were smoking cigarettes in front of a large and shabby warehouse.
They talked dirty talk and giggled.
“I feel relieved because I don’t hear the children whining.”
“These days, the warehouses have been full of kids.”
“But where have they all gone? Where did you disappear to in one day?”
“At dawn, a wagon came and loaded everything up. I didn’t ask where you were going. live long.”
Not too long ago, there were many orphans who had no ties in the warehouse.
But now the warehouse is empty, and after a few days, new children will be transported somewhere.
And it will disappear without knowing when and where it goes.
“I want where the kids come from and where they are going.”
“Arthur, if you’re curious about useless things, you’re going to the goal.”
“From what I’ve heard, it sounds like you’re going to some kind of nursery in the center of the ecliptic.”
“That’s right, they say it’s a nursery run by Quo Vadis, a religious chant. Don’t worry.”
The mercenaries stretch or yawn while having trivial conversations.
at that time.
For a moment, the mercenaries all shut their mouths.
It was because a large man who seemed to be 2 meters tall appeared next to them.
Guard Captain Ron Bartison.
A ferocious mercenary from the north. Nicknames that point to him include bloody things such as ‘The Flesh Crusher’ and ‘The Butcher’s Hammer’.
“Don’t make a fuss, stand up straight like a sentry. If you want to take a few coins with you for that damn life.”
“… … .”
“Things like crap.”
Bartison clicks his tongue once and continues on his way.
He laughed inwardly at the mercenaries who couldn’t say a word at his size.
Hey, what kind of defense can low-level mercenaries without even mana make against themselves who have risen to the level of graduates?
… … together?
The mercenaries who were standing were not silent.
thud-
A man collapsed from his seat.
And after that, the other mercenaries also fall pik pik.
“What!?”
Bartison quickly pulled out the hammer strapped to his waist.
Before long, a long shadow casts under the glow of a blazing bonfire.
“What, what?”
Bartison was horrified.
On the roof of the warehouse, something was looking down this way.
A black cloak, a hat, and an ominous stork beak mask covering the face.
“… … Are you Ron Bartison?”
An eerie voice continued.
Bartison involuntarily swallowed dry saliva.
Tsutsutsutsu… …
An aura dwelled in Bartison’s hammer.
A liquid aura that can only be used by those who have reached the highest level, and an aura blade that symbolizes a graduate were wrapped around the hammer.
“What are you doing!”
He swung the hammer with all his might.
… … No, I was trying to wield it.
However, the only thing he could wield, even if it was short, were his two wrists, which had been cut off before he knew it.
thud!
The hammer flew with the momentum it had lifted up and landed behind it, dispersing the aura it carried.
“… … uh?”
Bartison staggered back.
No blood came out. Because the amputated side of the wrist was immediately cooked in the scorching heat.
“Uh huh?”
Bartison opened his mouth and tried to scream.
But it didn’t.
An ominous shadow had crawled down from the roof of the warehouse and peered into his face.
“Ron Humbert Bartison. Four years ago, after molesting a 13-year-old girl who lived next door to her, she killed and sacrificed her first contract with the devil. Since then, he has steadily extracted information from the Northern Guild Alliance and supplied it to the devil. In the end, he betrayed the 1st Battalion, 4th Company, 1st Platoon, 207th Regiment, 75th Division, 5th Corps, 5th Corps, to which he belonged. Leading an allied platoon to destruction. Am I right?”
The shadow’s question was hard and cold.
Bartison responded hurriedly.
“Ughhhh… … At the very beginning, the incident from 4 years ago is correct, but what happens after that!? I didn’t do them!”
“okay. It’s something I haven’t done yet.”
“What, what?”
Bartison hurriedly stepped back.
But I couldn’t.
This time because his ankle was amputated.
“Keep it off!?”
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Bartison was now unable to even scream.
The shadow stretched out its right hand, and a dark red sword came out and pierced his neck.
Bartison struggled and died.
“… … .”
Bikir. night hound.
He looked down at Bartison’s corpse in front of him.
just as expected.
As time passed, Bartison’s corpse began to rot in an instant.
Just like Set Baskerville did.
“The taste is still the same.”
Bikir frowned slightly.
Those who make a pact with the devil give off a rotten smell from the soul itself.
A stench that gets progressively worse according to the degree of corruption.
Veteran swordsmen who have gone through the era of destruction used to recognize the smell like ghosts, but people of this era will not be able to smell this smell yet.
So for now, only Vikir knew how to smell it.
Tsutsutsutsutsu… …
Bartison’s face melted like ice under a scorching sun, and then he disappeared, revealing his skull.
It was unusual that only the face decomposed faster than other body parts.
“Is this the ability of the ten people who made a contract with this guy? I will have to investigate this point.”
Bikir took an owl from his bosom and wrote a letter detailing the current situation.
It was a message sent to Xindi Wendy, who is running numerous secretaries and informants.
Eventually, Bikir, who opened the letter, turned his head.
A few bottles of alcohol were scattered in front of a blazing campfire.
Bikir picked up the bottle of the strongest rum and poured it over the blood stains on his cloak.
every bit… …
Strong drink washes away dirty blood.
Bikir tore up a page from the list of names written in the kill book that read Ron Bartison and tossed it into the bonfire.
The page turns black in an instant and rolls in, then turns to ash and floats into the sky and disappears.
… … yet.
“Turn it off.”
“Oh, it’s the back of your neck.”
“what? Was I asleep?”
The mercenaries standing in front of the warehouse began waking up one by one.
“Yes?”
But when they awoke, all they saw was a dying bonfire that had lost most of its firewood, and a faceless corpse lying next to it.
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Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-
A magnificent bell rang twelve times from the clock tower in the center of the academy.
A little past midnight. Today’s work ended earlier than expected.
Bikir visited a variety of places, including a mansion in a luxurious residential area, a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a gambling hall in a slum, a glamorous underground club, a secluded lakeside house, and a brothel.
What the dead had in common was that they were all suspected of conspiring with the devil, and that their faces melted immediately after they died.
Unfortunately, Vikir had almost no clue about the whole process.
This meant that his assassination campaign would be quite long and arduous.
‘I didn’t expect that there would be a harvest from the first step.’
Today is literally just the first day.
Bikir returned to the academy, remembering the page of the killing department that still remained thick.
… chin!
The way to climb over the outer wall of the academy, which is as high and solid as a castle wall.
Climbing up high, you can see that the buildings of the academy are really big and magnificent.
The dormitory, sunk in the darkness far away, is extremely quiet.
Bikir flew towards the lecture hall.
On the other side, from the windows of the distant lecture hall buildings, bright lights and boisterous laughter leaked out.
‘… … OT, is the freshmen welcome party still going on?’
Bikir pondered for a moment.
Should I go to the dormitory and sleep, or should I attend the freshmen welcome party at the latest?
After thinking for a while, the answer came quickly.
‘Let’s come with only the face illuminated.’
It wasn’t to build relationships with seniors or classmates.
Just to create an alibi in case of an unexpected situation.
He was also slightly worried about Piggy being alone.
Bikir took off his mask, put it in his arms, and landed on the roof of the lecture hall.
Eventually, when I was about to go down the stairs leading down.
… Phew! Oooh!
A single firecracker was shot high, brightly embroidering the night sky.
In an instant, Bikir could see two men and women standing by the railing of the rooftop stairs.
‘… … !’
Bikir’s eyes narrowed.
It was enough to know who it was from the light of the brief moment when the firecracker exploded and then disappeared.
That beauty, tall and with distinct features, was definitely ‘Usher Bianca’, a freshman in the class of 20.
Isn’t she a super rookie who is gaining popularity after tying for first place in the Cold Weapons Donation Test?
On the other hand, the male student’s face was not particularly memorable, seeing as Bikir did not remember it.
Their mood was mysterious.
The boy shouted at Bianca with his eyes tightly closed.
“me… … The moment I saw you, I fell in love at first sight! Shall we not date!? Brother will take good care of you!”
Perhaps he was a sophomore student.
But Bianca was adamant.
“ha… … .”
She brushed her bangs back with a deep sigh and narrowed one eyebrow.
“Seniors. Did you call me to that rooftop just to say that?”
“Yes? uh uh That, right?”
“First of all, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m dating a guy right now and I can’t afford to do that. In the first place, I entered today.”
“Ha, but! You won’t lose anything by going out with me! I am a member of the student council and also in the club of Naphtali… … !”
“yes. sorry.”
Before long, Bianca turned around, mercilessly kicking her confessor.
Bikir thought, standing behind a stone pillar on the railing.
‘Good times. Well, it’s a story that has nothing to do with me.’
Watching the fresh love play of children 20 years younger, somehow the tip of my nose itched.
Bikir soon left his seat and took his back from the pillar.
right at that moment.
“… … !”
Bianca’s head suddenly jerks.
“Who is there?”
Bianca asked in a cold voice, she wanted to take a step, but soon a quick shot was fired at the stone pillar where Bikir was hiding.
‘this. Maybe it’s because she’s from the Princess Princess, so she has a good eye.’
Bikir shrugged once.
Tarak!
Bikir immediately kicked off the wall and jumped down.
You don’t even have to walk up the stairs.
Bikir kicked between railings and railings and pillars and quickly disappeared in the direction of the lecture hall.
And Bianca, who caught up with Bikir a few days later, had no choice but to open her eyes wide.
“… … what? You must have felt popular?”
Bianca looked again at the stone pillars, railings, and stairs that had been kicked in just before.
But something that was there disappears as if it were a ghost.
“Did I see it wrong?”
Bianca tilted her head.
The superhumans of ‘Usher’ can see and hear things several kilometers away.
In addition, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are no people who can withstand their speed of movement, especially the pursuit, because they are strong and their bodies are outstanding like masters of archery.
Did Bianca, the eldest daughter of such a family, lose her while chasing someone?
That was something that couldn’t happen, at least in this academy.
“I must have looked at it wrong. You were too sensitive.”
Bianca looked between the stone pillars and then turned her head away.
It was time to go back to the freshmen welcome party.
… … Right then.
“!”
Bianca stopped walking as she turned.
A faint smell brushes the tip of the nose.
It was clearly the scent of strong rum.
It’s not a smell that would come from the emergency stairs on this rooftop where there is nothing except for the night breeze and the moonlight blowing gently.
What does that mean?
‘There was someone.’
Bianca hardened her expression.
Someone was here just a moment ago.
But now that didn’t matter.
It was important that someone who was present ‘disappeared’.
And avoiding Bianca, the prodigy of the Usher family!
‘… … Nonsense!’
Someone must have been there when Bianca felt the presence.
But what about the fact that there is nothing in front of Bianca right now?
It means that someone escaped at a speed that far exceeded her speed.
‘Who are you? A senior in high school? professor?’
However, if you are a high school senior or a professor, there is no reason to run away from Bianca’s pursuit.
Furthermore, Bianca was confident that she would not be inferior to seniors and professors in terms of speed.
In fact, I showed off enough of such achievements in the practical evaluation.
“… … But who?”
Who in the academy could unilaterally ostracize her and disappear?
Bianca was confused as she sniffed at the smell of rum, which was slowly dissipating in the night breeze.
at that time.
“Hey! Bianca! come fast! It’s time for the freshman talent show soon!”
From the window below, I hear the sound of classmates waving their hands and calling.
“… … .”
Bianca had no choice but to turn her steps with a puzzled look on her face.
Leaving behind only the spicy scent of rum.
