Two as One Princesses

Late at night. Perhaps time when the entire King's Capital would be quiet.

Naturally Ciel is asleep as well, so I do my magic research as usual.

I'd like to give you more defense for the junction, but you're packing a lot too much, it's not going to work easily.

If you look out for magic consumption, it seems like you can handle it, but you want to keep your boundaries open at all times, so magic consumption < I can't stand pragmatism unless it's natural recovery.

If you try it on me, it's a fairly exhausted field, so maybe I can't help but make things harder than they are right now.

If it worked out so easily, there was a reaction to detection in things like, no struggle.

Customers are not insects or animals, they seem to be people.

Six of them. I don't think it's the number of people sending it to one little girl. I mean, I guess you're anticipating Ciel being a class D or better hunter.

Two of us each are headed for the door, the window and the ceiling in this room.

Ciel, wake up.

"You came, didn't you?

Ciel likes to sleep, but she wakes up in my words properly if I tell her in advance.

Somehow, you're so good at switching. Because I cannot switch so easily.

Doors, windows and ceilings.

"Well, what is it?

"Would it be like knocking him out and running, not knocking him out, daring him to try to get caught, knocking him out and getting in from the front?"

"As for Ein, could it be dangerous?

'You don't. If it sounds dangerous, I'm telling you to run away'

Then I'll knock you down.

That's what Ciel says, activates the magic formation he was preparing under his pillow.

Although there is no art, it is a diversion of what was when I wore Alejo out, chopping what I specified in the range - now and roughly the entire inside of the room - to the extent that a creature would not die. If it's magic, I intercept it.

All I can do is tie the line, so this time I'll make a spherical line in addition to that I'm constantly straining, as invisible as possible.

All you have to do is pretend that Ciel slept, and you'll be caught on your own.

Wait a few minutes, ceilings, windows and doors open simultaneously and come in one person at a time.

I try not to make the sound as much as possible, and I feel cautious where not all of them are at the same time, but unfortunately they came in (them?) have them covered in blood.

If he was someone more proficient in witchcraft than Ciel, or wearing a very hard armor or something, he might have been able to deal with it, but he didn't have one of those, and he came in and fell without a few steps.

There will be pain, but I feel the guts not found in the hunters around there, even around not raising their voices.

You felt the first fall, the second came in, but this was just the two of us at the door and window.

One of the remaining ceilings seems to be only thorough about how things are going and will not come down for long.

"Pick me up tomorrow morning. And then I'm out of the way, so take it home."

Standing up Ciel says that to the sixth person - or asks him to say it - he goes into bed and closes his eyes.

Confirming that the person on the ceiling will not move for long, he glimpses the ceiling "quickly" in a slightly frustrating manner.

After a frightening reaction, Ciel whispered a gentle voice, 'Good night, Ayn,' while ignoring the reaction that had come down.

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In the end, the ceiling guy took the five out at a pace of two and went somewhere.

This would be good because sooner or later they would have targeted me because I had my eyes on me and the trouble was almost certain at a stage where I had helped a suspicious merchant, and I wanted to get to Dayuan early and talk to him. Though Ciel chose.

In the morning, Ciel wakes up relaxed.

As a matter of fact, someone who's been waiting for Ciel to wake up now or now has been in front of the door for a while, but this isn't the kind of thing to take into account.

I woke up perfectly and said to Ciel, 'Shall I replace you?' I asked, 'but he returned,' I'll try, 'so this time I turn to support.

When Ciel finished preparing and opened the door, she was called out, "Good morning".

When Ciel looks at him with a frigid odor, there stands a beauty of high height - looking - a black dress with fishing eyes.

"Oh dear. Welcome?"

"I'm late for my application. Call me Atro.

You're right, I picked you up. "

"Well, take me with you."

"Yes, sir."

"You've got a polite man out there."

"I guess that means it's not just a rough organization."

"Do you know what happens to Ayn after this?

"Somehow I can predict."

Then I want you to tell me if I'm about to make a mistake.

'Probably make it look good.' Cause the assassin was pretty hot, too. '

Talk to Ciel as he somehow follows him to the back of the inn.

I didn't feel more scared than the assassins who were released over and over in that mansion, although there may have been as little I could do once.

So I don't think Ciel's going to follow him inadvertently, and it's going to be dangerous.

Atro leaves the inn through what appears to be the back door without speaking to us, even though he checks with Ciel from time to time.

Ahead was kind of connected to a thin, dirty street. It's not so much a favela, but it has a swordswallowing atmosphere somewhat.

A short walk out of the inn, we went into another building again, up the stairs to the top floor - the third floor.

Atro knocked, and when he called out, "Here we are," he heard a low man say, "Let him in."

The first thing I came up with when I walked into that room was the president's office. I've never seen an actual presidential office, so although it won't be, there's a sofa or desk that looks fancy, and there's a desk in the back for someone who seems to be the boss.

The presumptive boss was a giant who was likely to be nicknamed Muscle Dharma and wore unfavorable golden clothes. I feel like a beauty and a beast when I line up with an atro.

I have two escorts, but other than that, a lot of reactions were felt inside and outside the room.

"Whoa, lady. Well done. Have a seat."

The presumptive boss told me to sit down, so when Ciel sat on the couch that seemed expensive, a cup of tea stood hot in front of him. It's Atro who let me out, but when did he prepare?

'Ayn. After all, during this discussion, could you please replace me?

'It's okay. Is there anything I should do?

"Do you have any idea why we're in this situation?

"I'll try as much as I can."

Ciel sent me a replacement visit, so I won't hesitate to accept it. After all, it may still be difficult for Ciel to get to talk to a man for a long time.

I think it's better to start with a guild male reception or something rather than talking about it here all of a sudden. I mean, I don't think Ciel needs to work that hard in this country.

"My name is Fannied. Even now, they're letting me put up a corner of the back top."

"Thank you for your kindness. Call me whatever you want, my lady, or Bran."

"Fake name, huh?

"It's a pseudonym, of course. By the way, is this a place for discussion? Or something else..."

That's what I say, I run my gaze all over the room. It's a hassle to count, but there 'll be about twenty of them.

If we were surrounded by all this, I'd be willing to make the war go away, and I'd be evil pushed.

On my line, one of the escorts was about to walk over here, but Fannied took control of it.

"This is a place for discussion. Unless the lady does something, we won't get our hands on it either."

"What you mean about last night is that you can handle it separately, right?

"That's good. For example, can Miss Blanc do something about it in this state?

"If what surrounds me is the strength of last night, there is nothing wrong with it to this extent"

"Okay, okay."

Fannied raises his hands and shows surrender.

I don't know if it's actually surrender, but we're going to be able to discuss it.

"You apologize before we discuss it. My young one, excuse me. If you need anything, let's hear it."

Is it something to hold onto as something that stands at the top of the organization that makes the conversation a little stiff?

I guess what I'm looking at sharply as I say to hear the request is that there can be conflict depending on the request, but I'm honestly not willing to make conflicting demands.

Around there, Ciel won't be much different. If anything, you could have told me earlier.

"In the meantime, give me your head.

I don't mean to conflict with you. It's gonna be a pain in the ass. "

"Ha ha, have you come to hassle"

Fannied gives her head up and laughs happily.

Turning his gaze to the atro waiting behind my oblique, he looked at this one with interest.

"So can I just start by checking the situation?

We get to Wang capital, we get pushed into the inn, we get drugged into a meal, we get assassinated, and honestly we can only recognize the situation by guessing. "

"I didn't try to kill your daughter, not an assassin, though.

But I think it's exactly what the lady imagined, right?

"As far as you're concerned, you were trying to grab me and sell me to your noblemen to get money."

"That's right. I don't care who he is, but he's also a human trafficker. I usually did it on a proper contract."

Fannied sighs like tired. Depending on the way you look at it, he will also be a victim.

It's not what I know, it's not enough to be angry, and I'm not willing to get involved.

Some parts of it look like good people, but the contract itself would be unfair.

"And then there's the person who doesn't have a clear identity, who doesn't seem to have a problem grabbing it.

I don't think I'm dressed like that. "

"No way, it was the stolen national treasure that was given to the form of debt"

"Another confirmation, what is your relationship with the couple of merchants who sold me?

"Customer."

Is it the unique rhetoric of this world to say ~ to the form of debt? Well, they gave me something to deal with, I know it means something like that.

And if the merchants were the guests of this organization, I could read the situation to the boulders as well.

"In the meantime, my first request, could you let me talk to a couple of example merchants?

We're bringing him in anyway, aren't we?

When I demand it, Fannied summons a man of his men - one in hiding - to tell him something.

Then less than a few minutes later, a man from my subordinate brought a familiar couple.

His face seemed very frightened, and when he looked at me he opened his eyes, as if he had been stunned.