People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"Sylvia" holding a short blade looked indifferently at Sigurd who fell to the ground.

She wiped away the blood splattered on her cheek with her thumb, and whispered indifferently.

"Isn't this kind of clumsy pretending to be dead boring?"

"Allah, excuse me, excuse me."

Sigurd walked out of the bushes intact from behind the tree trunk.

Sigurd, who had just fallen to the ground, turned into a completely torn card.

"Sylvia" glanced at the card on the ground. Although she is not a magician who is proficient in Tarot cards, it is obviously the "Hanged Man" belonging to one of the 22 major arcana.

"After all, there is no occasion for me to pretend to be dead. Seeing you acting so hard, I thought about playing with you for a while. But you also know that acting depends on talent. It seems that I am not suitable to be an actor? "

"When did you notice it?"

The figure of "Sylvia" began to distort, and under the ripples like stirred thick sugar water, a petite and thin woman appeared in front of Sigurd.

The woman frowned first, then seemed to think of something, and asked Sigurd tentatively.

"Is it because I mentioned 'Durandall'? But there's no way the English royal maid doesn't know about that?"

"Of course I know. After all, just like the British 'Katina', the 'Durandal' in the hands of the French saint is not a secret."

Sigurd stood in front of the "Assassin" casually, without any signs of counterattack or defense.

The whole feeling to others is the arrogant attitude of "if you want to kill me, then come here".

"So you noticed when I switched places with the maid using 'House of Loreto'?"

"Don't think so advanced. In fact, it's easy to find out that something is wrong with you. After all, if Sylvia, that lavish guy, can act silently like you in a place full of dead branches and leaves, then she won't People from Buckingham Palace complained, 'You are a maid, why do you keep breaking things'."

Shrugging his shoulders, he told the truth indifferently.

In fact, from the very beginning, Sigurd deliberately changed his pace.

There is no magic component in the special steps commonly used in "assassination" operations, but a pure technique.

And there are not a few magicians who have mastered this kind of technique. In fact, Sylvia will do it too, but it is obvious that Sylvia's character will definitely not do it at such an insignificant time.

"Tsk, because I thought that the other party is a British royal maid, so I overdid it a bit."

"That's right, even though she's a royal maid, she's a big spendthrift, so if you make a big stride and make a 'click' sound, I'll hesitate."

Sigurd glanced at the other party, and was not in a hurry to make a move.

And the opponent seems to have been vigilant against Sigurd's attack. After all, since the target is on Sigurd, the opponent must also understand Sigurd's identity and strength.

"Remember the question I just asked?"

"What comes to mind when you mention France?"

"80.00% of the magicians in France belong to the 'Roman Orthodox Church', and although the 'Daughter of the Nation' doesn't like the Roman Orthodox Church, she can only bow to those guys under pressure."

"I'm not a lackey of those 'clergy and nobles'. And you are right, that idiot saint is indeed just a lackey backed by the Roman Orthodox Church."

Sigurd shook his head. Although he didn't think much of France, the evaluation of "Daughter of the Whole Country" is definitely not worthy of such slander.

"I've already reminded you that your identity has been exposed. Using the assassins in the French Revolution as the basis to form the spell, Ms. 'Angel of Assassination'."

"Tsk, I'm afraid the description of you in the rumors is not exaggerated. I'm afraid the idiots of the 'Knights of Orleans' really died at your hands."

"I don't deny this. Well~ let me guess what your purpose is?"

She didn't make a sound, as if she thought that her technique hadn't broken through the monster that single-handedly killed the entire Knights of Orleans in France, so the woman seemed to be thinking about the escape route.

And Sigurd didn't care whether the other party was listening, and started to explain on his own.

"Your purpose is nothing more than to feel that the 'Daughter of the Overwhelmed Country' is too useless. The dignified France should not be led by the nose by the Roman Orthodox Church, and your purpose is not difficult to guess. It is nothing more than hoping to gain enough power to overthrow the 'Daughter of the Overwhelmed Country women' control over France."

"Isn't it? That useless saint is anything but a Roman Orthodox fool?"

"And you chose to sneak into the Academy City to assassinate me, I am afraid that you just want to create an illusion of 'the Roman Orthodox Church is active in the Academy City', so as to give the Roman Orthodox Church an excuse for refusing to continue to cooperate?"

Sigurd took out a can of coffee from his pocket, opened the tab with one hand, and drank it in front of the assassin, even exposing his neck in front of the assassin indifferently.

Generally speaking, when encountering such a situation, women will directly attack and kill them.

But the current situation is a little different. She doesn't know why she felt that she couldn't act rashly from the very beginning, as if she felt that there were invisible dangers densely surrounding her, and that if she acted casually, her corpse would be somewhere else.

"And it is not unusual news that I have conflicts with the Roman Orthodox Church, so no matter whether the assassination of me is successful or not, you all have an excuse to 'break up' with the Roman Orthodox Church."

"..."

"And if you can really successfully assassinate me or Sylvia, you can even invite Britain to sanction the Roman Orthodox Church together. You will even use the Nordic associations and 'gold' associations that are connected to me to provoke a campaign against An all-out assault on the Roman Orthodox Church."

"Totally correct judgment, but do you think killing me now will stop all this?"

"So you don't deny it? I thought you would argue for a while?"

The woman who was the assassin seemed to have no intention of going back alive from the beginning, she spread her hands casually, and said in a resigned tone.

"There's nothing to say. After all, I wouldn't stand here without the resolution to die. As long as I can destroy... no, even if it severely damages the Roman Orthodox Church, I will make those guys pay the price."

"What's the reason? I can hear the taste of revenge in your tone, isn't this pure national hatred?"

"Heh, France is not a small country of cats and dogs, mercenaries. Do you think that the Roman Orthodox Church can make that saint soften if it doesn't do anything?"

"Well, it sounds like a very tragic story. But I would like to remind you that your plan probably won't work."

The assassin's woman shook her head.

"Impossible. Even if you take my body to the Roman Orthodox Church, there is no point in using magic to extract my memory. The reason why an excuse is an excuse is because whether the other party agrees with it or not, it doesn't matter whether what is said is true or not. All France needs is an opportunity."

"Ah, so that's the case. Well, you can figure it out, Qian An's old rules will be charged to my account? Speaking of killing those black market dealers last time, you, a bad old man, just bargained. Just go to St. Peter's Basilica for a fireworks show?"

"?"

The woman stared blankly at the coffee can in Sigurd's hand. It was obviously a cheap canned coffee that could be bought from any vending machine in Academy City, but until this moment, she hadn't noticed any difference in that can. .

But now, she noticed that there seemed to be some kind of spell activated on the jar.

So that means...

[I did not expect such a reaction from the Roman Orthodox Church's act of kindness.I am really sorry that my piety cannot be conveyed. Please join me in apologizing to the French side on behalf of the Roman Orthodox Church. 】

[Where is it, it is our side that is not good at disciplining the magician we belong to.Regarding this commotion, we will do our best to cooperate with the mercenaries to deal with it, and we also ask the Roman Orthodox Church to provide some support in a timely manner. 】

Sigurd plucked his ears aside, and the seemingly troublesome matter was solved inexplicably like this.

"Hey, the rebels these days are actually such idiots, and your leaders are also having a headache? Guess what I learned from that bitch, Laura?"

"you!!!"

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"Windowless Building" in the heart of District [-].

As the "King" who governs the entire Academy City, the mansion of the "Human" named Aleister is eerily quiet inside the building, and it feels like there is no life.

At this time, in a certain room on the top floor, Sigurd and Aleister were having a conversation about someone.

"Sigurd-kun, what do you think of this incident?"

"Third-rate idiot's third-rate tricks and low-level farce. You also know that the reason why I am so concerned this time is nothing more than paying attention to those few French magicians who sneaked in."

"Speaking of which, what do you think of those two French magicians?"

"In terms of talent as a magician, it is quite satisfactory, but considering the IQ part, I still recommend remaking it."

Between the two who are too familiar with each other, there is no distinction between upper and lower identities at all.

The two extraordinary magicians who belonged to "Golden" both knew each other's details, but they chose not to reveal it tacitly.

"So what do Mr. Sigurd think of this French demonstration of capabilities?"

"France is currently busy with civil strife, and has no time to care about what Academy City wants to do. Rather, those secret attackers want Academy City to go, because this will have a target to attract attention. At the same time, for ordinary people It is easier to accept an excuse like 'terrorists from Academy City' than 'this is an attack by a magician'."

Aleister was floating in the tank whose color of the solution could not be judged accurately, and the green surgical gown was floating with the flow of the liquid inside.

I can't feel any emotion from him, in fact, I can't feel the breath of a living person.

If it were someone else, it would not be doubtful to say that this was a projection of the whole body or that a mechanical device was installed inside the corpse.

"By the way, what happened to the two captured French magicians?"

"Because considering the possibility of 'the magician was defeated by the scientist' or 'the magician was defeated by the ability user' would cause confusion on the magic side. So naturally I got off the cable, but I don't care."

After waving his hand, Sigurd casually leaned against the wall full of buttons of unknown meaning.

"After all, I earn two commissions for one job."

"Then the matter about Ryusuke Matsuo has been dealt with here, right?"

"The three sisters of Prison Cai have attacked all the strongholds of 'lss'. Now the security guards have begun to block all the facilities of 'lss'. As for Matsuo Ryusuke himself..."

Sigurd shrugged, after all, he couldn't say anything about that guy's situation.

After all, he didn't even know how it would end up being shattered by that kind of heavy firepower.

In fact, while Sigurd and Silvia were dealing with the two French magicians, Kihara Uzumaki had already dispatched his own team of driven armor named after horses from various eras.

When Sigurd and Sylvia arrived at Matsuo Ryusuke's villa in No. 20 No. [-] school district unhurriedly, there were only a lot of deformed monsters killed by heavy firepower and a piece of ruined buildings. .

"It's not just the 'Representative Qianming' and 'Ace of Katsuragi' under that idiot Uzumaki, they also seem to have provided a lot of 'substitutes'. In short, the rotten meat was taken away by them. I guess they want to study it Bar?"

Aleister gave a soft "hmm", and he never cared much about what those "Kihara" were going to do. After all, with the existence of "that", it was impossible for "Kihara" to escape the framework of Academy City.

After a few brief explanations, Aleister signaled Sigurd to leave.

To the two of them, the whole incident itself was nothing more than a trivial matter, and it couldn't even have the slightest impact on Aleister's overall plan.

"Aleister, are you sure there's nothing wrong with this?"

"what you mean?"

A large golden retriever steps into the room from outside.

The faint smell of cigars diffused in the confined space, but Aleister himself didn't care at all because of the isolation of the tank.

The golden retriever walked slowly to sit in front of Aleister, and then used the mechanical arm in the backpack on his back to flick the burnt ash into the small ashtray that he carried with him.

The mechanical synthesizer sounded in the empty room.

"Let Sigurd continue to develop like this, I'm afraid he will break through the 'framework' of Academy City at any time? In fact, there are some 'changes' in adding groups and solutions."