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The roaring sound shattered the red bricks and sent them flying. It was like a swarm of bats soaring through the night. It was only a swing of Roseau's arm that did it.

Roseau's arms were not so thin, but they still looked like those of a mere human. It's not like he's going to be able to pop the bricks off the roof all at once. Normally, that is.

In other words, it was an anomaly. Bruder flicked a silver flash with his fingertip, muttering deep in his chest.

A glimmer of a needle, like a wave of red bricks. Aimed at Roseau's neck and heart, it slipped through the gap in the sky with precision. I don't know how much trickery can be applied to this anomaly itself. But it's still better than nothing.

Perhaps his needles would no longer be able to penetrate Roseau's body. Despite Bruder's fears, the needle sliced through Roseau's neck and heart with surprising ease. The fresh blood disappeared into the darkness of the night.

It was a special long needle with a return. If he tried to pull it out, his throat and heart would burst, and he would surely die.

Bruder's lips pursed as he turned his gaze to Roseau's body. It's a good idea to take a look at the actual information on the web. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

"God said. "God says you're a fool for shaking off your salvation and pursuing your own wish.

But Roseau, as if it were nothing, grabbed the long needle in his neck and heart with both hands and pulled it out. It was as if there was no sharp return.

Naturally, the blood rushed out of his heart like a muddy stream, and his neck popped against the skin, turning his body reddish-black. And yet, without even a hint of fear, Roseau took another step forward.

Bruder could feel the bricks flying and the weight of pressure pressing down on his cheeks.

"That's why we're in this mess.

The moment Roseau's words touched his ear, something unpleasant licked at his spine. Even though what he was saying was nothing more than trivial nonsense, it still felt strangely oppressive after what he had just witnessed.

As if to escape the weight of the air, Bruder kicked the roof hard and bounced. I'm not bad at acrobatics, like jumping around on unstable platforms. In fact, it's his specialty. With his body twisted in the air, he throws a few needles at Roseau. This time, he aimed at his knees.

I don't know how it works, I don't know what it is. It's hard to say, but Bruder has no idea. I'd rather turn my back on it and think I'm having a nightmare.

No, in the past, he would have done so as a matter of course. If you are working as an assassin, you should retreat as soon as your opponent notices you.

But at this moment, that's no longer an option. I kicked that thing to the curb early.

Roseau said. The villain, Lugis, is coming here.

I wonder what he'll do when he sees this enemy. Normally he would retreat. It would be strange to deal with such an unknown foreign object.

And yet, it's strange. Bruder couldn't imagine his employer turning his back on this foreign object. He can't imagine his employer turning his back on this foreign object, even if he were to raise his cheeks, chew a cigarette, and say, "Well, how do I kill it?

That's why I can't retreat.

Bruder's eyes widened, and his body bounced around the roof busily. Every time he touched his leg to the roof, he threw a needle at Roseau. Next, both elbows. Then wrists, ankles, and so on. If the needle could penetrate the flesh of the foreign object, it might be possible to sew up the joint. It's a small chance, but it's worth it.

Your employer is a benefactor.

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I don't like the way he talks about himself as if he knows everything, and I don't like the way he is so quick to turn on others. But because of him, I was able to join hands with Vestalines again, and somehow my body, which was just a piece of junk that was going to die, is still alive.

Ah, yes... I finally understand. I wanted to return the favor. I feel as indebted to my employer as Vestalinu does, perhaps even more. That's why I've decided to follow him again. That must be it. How can I allow you to give me a favor and not give me time to return it?

Bruder, with a thin smile on his face, looks at Roseau, who receives the needle with his body without avoiding it. This is the reason why this foreign body - no, the demon - will be killed here. Even if the enemy does not die, I will kill it.

That's what I thought, and that's when I moved my limbs and held the needle again. Suddenly, a strange feeling ran through my fingertips. It was a feeling I hadn't felt before.

--The needle was hot.

It's not unbearable, but the needle is definitely hot. It's dead snow now. It's not every day that a needle freezes, but it's not every day that it heats up. Maybe I held it too tight in my hand. Bruder bent his fingers and held the needle again. It's still hot.

No, no. This is unmistakably the needle itself heating up. And the heat is gradually getting stronger, as if it were on fire. Hot, hot, hot. So hot that you can't hold it any longer.

My heart is palpitating strongly. This, this abnormality... Immediately, my gaze turned to the demon in front of me.

Roseau's eyes shone piercingly in the darkness, as if they were on fire. It's not a human eye, no matter how you look at it.

"Is the needle closed? Then you can stand there like a statue or a stone.

At the same time, the needles that had pierced Roseau's limbs sobbed. They emit smoke, their bodies abducting and creaking, and they let out screams.

A huge amount of flame heat is emitting from the Fiend's body. It melted the iron and distorted the air around him. The heat is so intense that it might even cause the building itself to collapse.

Clicking his tongue, Bruder throws the needle still in his fingers. His hand gestures were quite wild, but it could not be helped. Just holding it, his fingers felt like they were going to burst with heat.

What's the matter? Bruder's back twitched for a moment, as if he were frightened.

The situation was, quite simply, bad. His weapon of choice, the needle, was ineffective, and he was finally limited to using it.

History tells us that demons - servants of the great demon and enemies of mankind - usually end up being killed by heroes or brave men.

But I am an ordinary man. So I can't just stick my blade in their face or come up with some brilliant scheme. Bruder can no longer breathe in and breathe out hot air.

Then I'll do my best to make the rest ugly. At least, let's stick it out until all four limbs are shredded. Then maybe my employer will recognize me for a job well done.

Such a thought, both tragic and ridiculous, emerged in Bruder's guts. This was because he had a strange conviction in his heart that he would not survive.

After all, it wasn't just the needle that was burning. Bruder gritted his teeth and swallowed his spit.

--His own body was hot. It's as if the heat is coming from within.

I don't know if I can do this anymore. Bruder muttered into his cheeks, and then laughed. The image of his employer flashed behind his eyelids.

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