In a room of unknown location, four people were standing by.
They all wore robes and refused to show their faces.
However, three of them removed the hoods of their robes as soon as someone who appeared to be a representative of the church entered the room.
Of these three, one is a woman and the others are men.
The woman has a kind and pretty face but lacks expression.
Beneath her robe, she wears a light suit of armor.
Her dual swords are concealed by her robes and cannot be seen from the outside.
Always expressionless, they gave the impression of performing whatever they did in a nonchalant manner.
One of them was a small, frail-looking man.
His face was scruffy and he looked unhealthy.
The man seemed to be a magician and was carrying two small wands.
He was too small to wear heavy armor, so he wore a minimal amount of leather armor under his robe.
Though he seemed to be carrying various magic items, it was difficult to tell what kind of items he had just by looking at him.
The other guy has a very stiff looking haircut with a sharp spike in his hair.
One wonders how he could get such a haircut in a world without proper wax.
The man wears dark clothes that are typical of assassins and even darker clothes, but he does not seem to be wearing any protective gear.
No weapons of any kind are seen, but perhaps he also fights with magic.
But his eyes are sharp, and even though he is young, he gives off the distinctive air of an assassin.
It’s not like an assassin is supposed to be like that. ……
He should train a little more to hide his atmosphere.
Though I’m not an assassin to begin with.
As I muttered this in my mind, the tomboy started to talk to me.
“…… Hey, you. Why don’t you take off your hood?”
“Heh? Do I need to?”
“We’re in front of the priest.”
“Priest? Which one?
“You’d better stop playing dumb. The hostage will be hurt.”
“……”
Annoyed, I take off my hood.
This room is cold.
If they don’t make it a little warmer, I’m going to fall asleep again.
Then something hit me on the head.
When I looked at it, I saw that it was a crucifix that was being held by a guy called the priest.
Why would a priest throw something like that?
“You …… worthless bastard.”
“……”
“Hey, why didn’t you help Gored?”
“Who’s Gored? I just got here. I don’t know any names.”
“He was with me when we attacked Reitei and the Thunder Bow! But you returned with the disposable woman!”
I was again annoyed at the word [disposable] but I suppressed it for now and gave a firm explanation of what had happened at that time.
“However, I can’t help it if you say that. My substitution skill can only protect one person. And I protected him once. But it was the wrong time. If I hadn’t been there, neither of you would be alive.”
“I’m not asking you that, I’m asking you why you protected the one who wasn’t worth saving …….”
“Heck, from my point of view, it’s that guy who’s worthless. I didn’t think there was anyone who could compete with Uchikage.”
“…. How dare you….. to talk back like that……!”
It’s not like I want to be here in the first place!!!
Also, it seems to me that the problem is from the very beginning.
I’m not sure if you think you can put a collar on me so easily, though luck.
The only one who specializes in defense seems to be me, and it’s up to me whether I let them live or kill them.
I’m not good at using my head, but I have no choice but to do my best here.
“If that guy is so important to you, you should have said so at the beginning. There is no way a newcomer who hasn’t heard anything will just come in the ideal form when he is told to get rid of the Reitei and the Thunder Bow.”
“Puhahahahahaha! Oh, rookie! You are absolutely right! I had a similar experience when I first joined the group, and I got so mad at them! It was so unreasonable! Right?”
“I know, right?”
Eh, what’s with this little guy?
He seems to be having a lot of fun talking with me.
As we were complaining about it with all our might, the priest slammed the desk with a bang.
“Enough, enough! If you mess up next time, I’ll kill you! You better brace yourself!!!!”
“No, like I said ……”
“Shut up!”
This time he kicked the desk and left the room.
An overly emotional old man will die an early death.
In the first place, a group of assassins is a group of people who have too many strong characteristics, so there is no way that they can be put together so easily.
Especially someone who has risen to power.
After the priest, whose name I did not know, left, the place was filled with laughter from one person.