As soon as I gave a hint, his eyes widened to the limit.

It was only then that he seemed to notice that shiny threads were wrapped around his neck.

The identity of the thread was the 'Spirit King's Harp String', a wire weapon obtained by catching Undead Ciel on the 298th floor of the Tower of Trials.

Having Agnes, the weapon master, as my instructor, I was able to handle all weapons at a decent level.

The moment I slightly pulled the wire by moving my fingers as if playing cat's cradle.

Kuh. Cough!

Ash, whose throat was pressed down, coughed.

If I put my mind to it, I can cut his carotid artery as well as the bone.

Looking at Ash's trembling eyes, he seemed to know everything, so it took away the effort of explaining.

Even though he was sweating in a cold sweat and his vocal cords pressed down, he spoke steadfastly.

Sc-scaryYou're carrying a weapon. You caneven work as an assassin.

Would you mind not swearing in front of me?

You're too harsh. There should beno discrimination in jobs.

As soon as he finished the joke, his expression changed completely.

Stop it. I know you've never killed anyone. A killer's eyes are different.

Everyone has a first. I think that's going to be you now.

Murder is never easy. I am speaking from experience, so please listen.

Can I live in such a tough world without such determination?

This was sincere.

I poured aura into the spirit king's harp string. The wire pierced the flesh a little, and Ash's neck was covered in blood.

If I die, I will haunt Sister's dream every day.

Didn't you see me clearing out ghosts earlier? I'll make sure your soul is not annihilated in the exorcism. If you are reincarnated, live as a good little bug.!

At last, it looked like the battle was over. After a moment's silence, Ash changed his strategy.

Changgang.

A dagger fell from his hand. It was a sign of surrender.

SisterI swear to God it's definitely not Freje. In the first place, I tend to pick up quests where I don't have to touch children. Can you please spare me? Please?

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I almost laughed at his very pitiful expression and earnest tone of voice.

I'm afraid I'm quite offended that you swung a knife at me earlier.

You know it too, right? I attacked knowing you would avoid it.

So what if I know? The attack itself was the problem.

Ah, Sister, please. I was just pretending, there was no killing intent. I have not given up on my life enough to seriously attack my lifesaver, right?

Now you're pretending to know grace after doing everything you wanted, it's quite pathetic to look at.

Trust me just once. I'll show you what a grateful assassin I'm. I'll never touch the people around you. Please. I want to live, sister.

Hmm.

After making Ash's heart pound for a while, I said.

All right, I'll let you go this time.

I retrieved the wire that was wrapped around Ash's neck.

Killing Ash here might turn the entire Night Eagle, the strongest assassination guild, into an enemy, and increasing the difficulty in my survival was not welcomed.

In the first place, I didn't have the sweet potato obsession to save everyone. How could I take care of everyone in this terrifying world?

This was just a puny baseline I could set to make sure any little kids that I knew didn't get hurt. It didn't matter if it was small.

Then Ash asked.

Aren't you curious as to who my target is?

Not at all.

I refused, but he let me know anyway.

There was one person who had a lot of resentment around him because of his usual behavior.

It's Joachim.

Anyway, thank you for turning a blind eye. I wondered what would happen if Sister was a tight-knit person like Ray, but I'm glad.

It was a bit bizarre to see him grinning broadly, with blood dripping from his neck.

Okay. Go before I change my mind.

Yes, I will. The longer I delay, the harder it is to follow the target.

He waved his hand as he pushed his body halfway into the gate.

See you again, Sister!

Ash left without waiting for my reply.

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No one wants to be associated with an assassin, because everyone knew there was nothing good to reap from it.

I also stepped into the gate. I had a different destination from the other people because of the restrictions on my range of action.

Whoosh.

As I passed the gate, an old-fashioned hall greeted me and as soon as I returned to the tower, a message popped up.

[ Congratulations! Defeated the 299th floor boss of the Tower of Trials, the 'Random S-class boss'.]