Running Away From The Hero!

# 30 Their Reason: What kind of veil (?) 's assessment

White room.

There were beautiful artwork everywhere in the room that was cleaned without dust, and beautiful furniture that was not pushed aside by the artwork.

However, the only person on the white couch matching the white room was making the appearance of this beautiful room filthy.

“I knew I was perfect. ”

The man with the red wine in one hand. But I couldn't find a single trace of training on his body.

If any Imperial butler had seen it, he would have said, "He's a nobleman, but he's a villain who will steal the soul from the main character! 'Look like you're saying!

The eyewear was distinct but the eyes were greedy and the mouth was full of ridicule.

The appearance of a typical greedy, disrespectful person!

And he had a personality that matched that look.

“With this, my realm is one step ahead. ”

Raising his red wine glass, he congratulates himself on his perfection.

“What a perfect plan! Kill all Imperial envoys to sustain the central war and draw the empire into battle! And after a long time in the war, the Karean Empire will be destroyed by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Mercia, led by me! ”

Khh!

The man who took the wine to his mouth felt the flavor of the wine and imagined the end of his perfect plan in his mind.

He shudders and trembles as he imagines himself placing the Flag of the Merdean Kingdom in the Flag of the Burning Empire, the capital of the Empire.

You will only see yourself surpassing the duc and establishing a duke, not an empire.

“If I have the empire, the kingdom can't ignore me. Then get the princess... ”

In his mind, the two princesses, who were rumored to have faded from the royal palace, were already his wives.

“Once you have the princess, you will have the throne, and if you do, you will have the throne. By then, you'll have destroyed the Karean Empire and become Emperor! ”

Even though it had not yet happened, the man did not doubt that it was a confirmed future.

But the future.

“Duke Lysa! ”

I was crushed by a man who rushed in.

“D, I've been spotted! ”

“What?”

“Ka, it has been discovered that it was us who killed the diplomatic envoys of the Karan Empire! ”

“What, what? ”

Bang!

At that moment, the man who was sitting on the white couch, the man called Duke of Liaisa, tried to get up but slipped and rolled around on the floor.

“You're all right!”

In the wine I was holding, Duke Sofa and Ryasah's clothes began to turn red.

“It doesn't matter, keep talking! Why? Why the hell did you get caught? ”

“I don't know why, but the investigators dispatched from the Empire have found hard evidence." ”

“What?”

“It's already famous for being unknown around the Kingdom of Peleros. Almost everyone knows that! ”

“Vee, damn it! ”

Realizing that his plans had been ruined, Duke Ryasah chewed on his lips and uttered profanity.

At this rate, his perfect plan will become an obstacle.

No, beyond that, the Karean Empire will pursue the Kingdom of Mercia, and the Kingdom of Mercia will have no choice but to inflict any punishment on itself, even if it is a hostile kingdom.

“Damn it! How did you know? ”

If one of your deacons heard this, how could you not know? ’, but unfortunately Duke Lhasa and his immediate deacons did not exist in the same space.

“There's no way the assassins I raised made a mistake! ”

It was a mission to send in all the assassins he had raised himself.

Duke Rhaesar firmly believed that this operation could not have been more perfect... "

“Is there a mole inside? ”

Yeah, there's a mole inside. Otherwise, this perfect operation wouldn't have failed!

So, believing in the assassin he had raised and the plan he had completed, Duke Ryasah quickly instructed.

“There's a mole inside! Find all the suspicious ones and kill them! And send assassins back to the Kingdom of Peleros to kill the Imperial Army! ”

“Hey, it's dangerous! Kill Imperial soldiers?”

“We can't prove that we did it if we take the evidence away anyway! The Karean Empire is hostile! Without proof, the kingdom will raise our hand! ”

“Oh, I see! ”

The duc of Ryasah gritted his teeth as he saw his servant rushing out.

“Damn the Empire! I will not fall for your tricks! ”

You don't even realize you've already taken the bait by hand.

And it became a fate for Duke Ryasah to be caught in the eyes of some of the deacons, with the full support of him and his lord.

The Honorary Commander-in-Chief of the Karean Empire. Project deliverables for this World Edition MuXGuchi Lenx!

It was the dawn of the birth of Religious Luisa, the last Commander-in-Chief of the Kingdom of Mercia.

# 31 Their Reason: A Villain's Reason

I lost my words in a shocking scene.

“Wow, this……. ”

Staring down at those men who look like assassins in black, lying on the floor.

“Hey, this is the assassin, right? ”

“Probably, isn't it? ”

“This?”

“Well……. ”

The widows who defeated the assassins together were forced to keep their mouths shut.

“No, say the surprise of daylight was a surprise. But what's with the outfit? ”

What do Fax Lane X and rogue thugs have in common? Costumes.

XWox is a tightwad, and villains are tightwad.

The difference, however, is that XX Lane X is colorful, and the villain's minions are lacking in black consignment.

Because costumes can distinguish a protagonist from a villain, even if hundreds or thousands are fighting, they are a token of that person's identity. I don't change my clothes when I dress up for nothing.

And these are:

“Isn't this just being called an assassin? ”

It was an assassin costume that I could recognize from afar.

A black hoodie that covers your face, makes it hard to recognize your figure, and a slightly functioning piece of clothing that looks puffy to store weapons.

It looked like an assassin, covered in black from head to toe.

They came out of the middle of the forest in broad daylight.

“Maybe it's a trick? ”

“It could be. ”

“Isn't that right?"

It was a quick gesture and the dagger looked like an assassin, but it was a little short.

“Is this what an Imperial assassin grows for? ”

Do you think I'm too professional to raise in this country?) I was wondering if the assassins were at this level.

“Aigoo, if you were an Imperial Assassin, some of us would have died even if you came forward. ”

“You have an assassin. ”

“Huff!”

He said he closed his mouth with his hands, but it was too late.

Well, assassins are practically nurturing everywhere, but not officially a job to talk about.

You're pretty good, by the way.You 're good enough to kill a few of them in front of you.

I'd better run before those bastards come for my neck.

Well, I still have to do what I have to do here.

“Well……. We got 'em all alive, right? ”

“Yes. It can be dangerous because it's so weak, but no one's died yet. ”

“Really? Let's check it out, then. ”

In my words, the Magistrates began to undress the fallen assassins like corpses in graves.

I don't think anyone will see me on a rare mountain trail to lure people, but it doesn't matter.

That's what assassins do, right?

A murder weapon raised by orphans, all marked as dead in the world. Since they are officially dead, there can be no human rights for them.

“Lord Ast, the mark of Mercia here.... ”

“It's here too! ”

“Even here!”

“This could be a real trap. ”

Are assassins supposed to carry items that prove they belong?

Our organization doesn't, but is our organization special?

“Do assassins usually carry items that indicate their identity? ”

“No way. ”

In Madosa's reply, I nodded my head.

For a while, Sir Leah and the Empress treated me abnormally, so I wondered if I was really abnormal, but I was a common sense!

“Ser Ast, here comes a suspicious bottle! ”

“Oh, don't open it! You can see it's poison! Don't you see the skeleton on the bottle? Why are you trying to open it? ”

So, starting with the sentence of the Kingdom of Mercia, I plundered the assassins who spit out various items such as poison, weapons, and gold coins.

If this were the game world, the mob would be so good that they would only target these assassins and pounce on them.

“Huff... What the... ”

Thanks to you, one of the assassins awoke while we were distributing the gold amongst ourselves.

“Huh? You're awake. Defeated!”

“You bastards! Who do you think you are? ”

Seeing the assassin shouting confidently, I leapt beyond absurd and was about to perish.

“I don't know. Can I just tell you who the assassin is? ”

“Huff!”

It was after they tied their hands and feet because they were going to attack us for assassination.

Even a fragile butler like me can trample on those who can hardly stand up.

“Oh, by the way, there was this, right? Can I ask what this is? ”

“Well, that! ”

Lifts a small bottle of skeleton-shaped paint.

“Some idiot tried to get me to open it, but I guess that's the right answer. ”

I smiled as I saw the man with a white face.

“What is this? ”

“D-don 't come any closer! ”

He pretends to be sick, but he tries to run away in a panic.

“Hey, he's still moving. Step on it!"

“Huff!”

A sorcerer lacking in physical training compared to a knight, but compared to a magician or wizard, it's almost as strange as a sodmaster.

You brought a small bottle of skeleton markings back near the assassin who was attacked by a group of trained, sturdy adult men.

“Oh, no...! ”

“Now, if you don't say it gently, I'm going to drop this on you gradually. ”

Threaten to twist the lid slightly in front of you.

A dangerous poison. The assassin reacted violently.

“Me, crazy! It's the breath of death! Extreme poison that can kill a person with just a whiff... Shhhhh! ”

“What a pair! ”

What the hell are these lunatics putting in glass jars?

“Shhh! I'm going to die! Die!”

“This is magic glass! It won't come off that easy! ”

“Speak up! ”

“You tried to open the lid before talking! ”

I watched for about five minutes, made sure the assassin didn't die, and retrieved the glass bottle. It is a good idea to keep the bottle cap from opening.

“You've been asking yourself, do you know who you are? I think you want to talk, so I'll give you a special chance to talk. ”

“Do I know how to speak? ”

“Do you know who you are? I don't know. You want to know? ”

I picked up some of the stuff lying on the floor and carried it right in front of him.

“Hey, this is dangerous, this is nothing. ”

“Oh, there's a way. ”

I took all the dangerous stuff and started surrounding him.

“W-what are you doing? ”

“Tell me when you want to talk. Well, I wouldn't stop you if I wanted to protect George and the incision. ”

After beautifully surrounding dangerous objects at regular intervals, I opened the streets with the Mages and the assassins who had yet to wake up.

“Now, I'm going to play some fun. ”

“What game are you playing, Ser Ast? ”

“Pick up a suitable stone... and throw it over there. Don't hit anyone. ”

Raise a stone and stone to demonstrate. An exact flying stone slams into the glass jar and makes a clear sound.

“Here we go. ”

Ting!

“You crazy bastard! ”

“Oh, we'd better put out a defensive spell just in case." Now, let's cast a defensive spell and throw a stone. ”

Fondant Fondant. No, Tinting.

If I say something with my mouth, I keep hearing sounds like I need to play the pan.

“You crazy bastards! ”

At first I threw it vaguely, but now I see the mados throwing hard rocks around looking for fun, and the assassin's face turns white.

“Magic glass, indeed. It's very hard.”

“Lord Ast, what if there are no rocks around? ”

“Cast some magic. ”

“Yes? Is that okay? ”

“Yes.”

“You crazy bastards! ”

Watching the magic rising in the air, the assassin screams.

“Here, throw it. ”

“Don't say it! I'll tell you, please! ”

“No. There's a lot more people than you, so you don't have to say it. It's full of geology and incisions... Oh, sorry. I don't know your name, so I can't erect a memorial stone. ”

“Oh, stop! Please!”

Because of the magic that was flying through the air, he confessed his identity, as well as everything he knew.

They were so easy.