Kekkon Shoya no Deathloop~Nosuji Reijou wa Nando Shindemo Megemasen~

Out in the outer corridor the sun had already set and the lights were blurry and dim.

Although current in the spring, the freezing cold persists. Besides, the wind is strong today.

Work easier out there and Grain says, but walking around in cold air with a sore bone marrow was so harsh that even Gardenia frowned. Of course that contemporaneous knight told me to keep an eye on the outside, etc. knowing this.

Still, Gardenia disciplines the stone floor polished up like thin ice.

"I was wondering if a woman would like to have her special envoy."

I recall what Grain said earlier.

I wonder what he expected from Gardenia. If she liked that envoy, would she have let him?

Although he is a relatively friendly figure to Gardenia, he has never counted her as one of the rightful knights. Behind the loving smile, the insult always seemed clear.

I didn't become a knight trying to be a knight. However, if he had served his country as a man of the martial arts and performed his duties in silence, at some point Gardenia would have won the status of the Knight of the King's Capital with 20 young men.

I wasn't even going to stick up to a man as a woman. However, I thought it would be a good idea if I could take full responsibility with my colleagues as a knight.

—— but the guys around seem different.

Many treated her like colors, mingling with men and waving their swords. Some, like the earlier sync, pushed a harassing job to imitate her to try her reaction.

It didn't break my heart, but I often wondered if it made sense to continue working as a knight even though it wasn't needed.

Even if you are not a knight, there are many ways to wear yourself with a sword. When it's spring, should we figure out how to shake ourselves in the future ——

It was when I was thinking about that.

One woman walked straight across the street to this side of the street. In its hands is a basin with water spills and liquor bottles.

When the woman graces Gardenia, she slips through the side and disappears into the back of the corridor. Is there a salon with Lushar on the way?

Earlier that envoy said carry the liquor. Perhaps he could have said something for it. I don't need to worry about anything in particular.

—— and you should think about it.

Gardenia felt uncomfortable for some reason. I don't know why.

It wasn't like something was wrong with my belongings. There were no suspicious vegetables. Gardenia herself doesn't know what makes her breasts noisy.

... I don't know, but I can't even throw away a burnt hunch once.

After advancing on the stone floor for a while, he turned around and Gardenia followed after the woman.

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"Hi-no!

I walked inside the building for a while and a tall scream echoed to back my unpleasant hunch.

At that moment, the feet rush forward on their own.

I can't ask for backup, or I'll run my gaze around. But there are no more shadows than unnatural.

Gardenia bites her lips uncomfortably.

Eventually, when I saw the salon door, I stepped inside with the momentum to run.

"Special Envoy Lushar!

"Ah--ahhh!

... Inside the salon was smeared with a miserable sight.

All the knights waiting indoors are lying on the floor or on a chair.

A glass of wine had fallen on their side without a leak. Some have smashed the contents and made a big stain on the carpet with long hairy feet.

And Rushar -- he was on the same couch as earlier. But the margin of time and arrogance fell off, and instead the fear was dyeing his face.

There are even more shadows that cross over Rushar and stick a dagger to his neck.

Um, it was a woman.

"Ha, ha, help me! The others suddenly collapsed --"

Admitting Gardenia, Rushar shook his lips and shouted. But before he could say it all, the woman shook up her right hand. A flash runs at the tip of its hand, followed by a red splash.

……

A voice without a voice leaked out of Rushar's mouth. As the woman let go of her body, he rolled to the floor holding down his throat.

"My lord!"

—— I didn't have time to think.

Even while she blinks miserably, the woman flips herself and wields a dagger toward Gardenia.

Gardenia pulled out her lower back sword in response to the slaughter that was unleashed from the present.

Kin, and the blade makes a noise. I am responsive to playing a sword trident in my hand holding the pattern.

"Chip."

Little tongue-beaters belong to women. The woman leans back slightly, but further packs the intermission and releases the cutting edge of the blade as soon as the arrow continues.

Gardenia turned her gaze behind the woman's back - Rushar - as she drifted through the entangling spikes.

Rushar is squatting (udder) and his shoulders are heavily raised and lowered. From the neck, there is so much blood that cannot be fastened with both hands. Bad place. But I still have breath.

It's as if I can't figure things out, but it's only true that right now, there are enemies who harm escort targets. We must eliminate the enemy in front of us in order to tie his life together.

… When one goal was set, Gardenia stepped forward a great deal and cut off the right shoulder of the woman with a shining blade.

The woman, stuffed with distance at once and poked at the void, leaps backwards as she distorts her face in pain.

But earlier than the woman moved on to the next attack, Gardenia's long sword sharply poked the murder weapon in the woman.

The dagger arcs loudly as he scatters a spark and pierces the rear wall. Shit, when the woman took a breath, the tip of the long sword was capturing her throat.

Don't move.

The woman stops moving perfectly in words that are released chilly.

"Hands behind your head, kneel on the floor"

……

"Quick!"

I can take a sharp drink. The tip of the sword slightly devoured the skin of the woman and the blood dripped off.

But still, the woman does not move and looks at Gardenia's face with eyes that do not light her emotions.

No, it wasn't. The lady wasn't in Gardenia, and she was looking behind it even more --

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The sound of cutting off the meat was heard from within the body.

Something slips into my back. Pain can gush from the heart of your lungs and fever can gush all over your body.

Slowly dropping her gaze down, the blade was coming out of her own chest.

Strength falls out of the core of your body. He falls to the floor feeling his sword pull out of his body.

I didn't know you still had enemies.... there shouldn't have been any sign of someone coming in the room.

Feeling the raw go away, Gardenia squeezes her last force and looks up at the other enemy.

A murderer was staring down at her.