Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru
Blurred, hazy landscapes come to mind as you draw in your thoughts.
The end of a narrow alley.
A place surrounded by crumbled old stone houses.
Poor sheds line up as if leaning against a stone wall. The dirt path that has only been stomached is always muddy because of the sewage that is mercilessly dumped through the windows on the second floor.
At the end of the road, animal bones and garbage were discarded, and flies grew all year round. The air is stagnant, probably due to poor ventilation, and the odor resembles that of vomiting.
The residents were all thin, regardless of age or gender. The appearance of walking with curled backs with dark, cloudy eyes is almost lifeless. Every time I spend a day, I feel like I'm absorbed in the energy to live.
The Skelz Kingdom, a country governed by a man called a war man.
I was born in a poor cave located on the edge of the royal city.
My home country, which had always been skirmishing with neighboring countries, was in a state of being wealthy. Only the royal aristocrats and some of the military people live in a privileged way. Most of the commoners lost their homes, fields, and young workers in the war, and had poor lives.
I am still below. Crawling down the bottom was alive.
Hands and legs that look like sticks, rough and dull black hair. The skin is pure and black.
I think when I was a child, I looked like a thin black rat.
No, I was afraid of eating, and I actually had the same eating habits as rats. The rotting garbage also ate the roots of trees and of course insects. At that time, I was probably a rat standing on two legs and only understanding a little bit of words.
It wasn't a very unusual story, as Skertz was full of war orphans.
I wasn't an orphan, strictly speaking. He had no father but his mother was alive.
While that might seem like a good thing, the opposite is true. Living alone with a mother who hates me and who can hardly move because of illness was truly hell.
My mother, who was originally a prostitute, was a child of a good customer.
However, he was discovered to be ill and was abandoned in one state.
My mother, who couldn't rely on her and couldn't return to the store, started living on the street with her little me.
In the beginning, my mother was standing on a street corner and taking small customers, but her symptoms gradually worsened and she became bedridden.
It looks like she was a beautiful woman, but all I can remember is the face from her last days, when her nose rotten and her flattened face was wrapped in a bandage and hidden. I can only remember that the eyes that looked through the dark hair of the squishy glistened, despite being as thin as a skeleton. He screamed at the pain of illness and continued to utter words cursing me.
It would have been nice if you didn't give birth. He stopped counting when he heard the word more than a hundred.
Still, when I was a kid, I wanted affection and I was desperately listening to her mother.
My mother told me words and simple calculations, so I told her that I wasn't without affection and felt like I was comforting myself.
I think it was a selfish reason to let me take customers instead of me.
If you can't do simple calculations and communication, even if you get a customer, you will be easily deceived at the payment stage. However, I didn't know that at that time. When I loved her someday, she clung to a fleeting illusion and was lovingly following her mother.
In the end, my mother died without saying a gentle word to me.
I was alone and lost my will to live, and my old woman picked up where I was dying. The old woman, who lost her companion early, provided me with meals and a bed.
Warm house and warm soup. For the first time in my life I was kind to people, and I couldn't stop my tears from overflowing. The old woman stroked my head, which kept crying.
I was touched by the affection of people for the first time and was moved, but the world is not so sweet.
I was sold off while I was asleep, and I realized that.
What is "I couldn't let go like a grandchild". Playing with the feelings of a kid who wants to be, shit. Bang.
My buyer was a bandit-like mercenary group.
They gathered oysters similar to me and taught them how to kill people. It is a country that has been fighting all year long. There is no limit to the demand for soldiers.
Should we say happiness or unhappiness? I seemed to have a killing talent.
I flourished, walked through the organization in a pulled out form, and eventually became a member of the assassination unit under the direct control of the King.
"Newcomer, what's your name?"
I heard it from my instructor.
It was a slender, female face, yet tender, and she seemed to accept a woman, and she had a gentle smile. However, my eyes were cold and I was not laughing at all.
"Please call me like you"
Speaking briefly, the man lowers his eyebrows as troubled.
"I don't want to give myself?"
"No. I just don't have a name."
The name is not a huge thing, I don't have it.
I didn't remember my mother and I didn't feel any inconvenience. The man lightly dazzled when I heard my explanation. He muttered, "Yes," and showed a little thought.
"That's right ... how about a crow?"
Beautiful black hair.
For just that reason, my name became crow.
"Anything is fine"
"Thank you, crow."
A name that has no particular meaning and is a convenient name for working together. There shouldn't be much difference between "Hey" and "It's black there" so far.
, but for some reason, my chest is nervous.
I didn't know why at the time, but now I can. For the first time in my life, I was given "only for me."
That's not to mention that the instructor's man was familiar. He did not come closer than necessary.
I betrayed the seemingly inconvenient appearance and taught only the minimum. And it's pretty rough and appropriate.
But surprisingly, men seem to have the ability to compete for first and second place in their units.
He seems to be flying around the world and has hardly seen his face since the first week. Domestic espionage ... it's a big difference from me, who can only be assigned tasks that use color schemes as weapons.
"I'm jealous of being able to play with my beautiful sister at work."
If you think you'll meet once in a while, say something like stroking my nerves with a smile.
The mouth and the end of the mouth twitched.
"... I'll do that instead. You have a more beautiful face and she's good."
Because of the features that seemed to be similar to my mother, I was very good with older women. I wasn't happy at all.
At that time, I still couldn't give up my affection from my immediate family. It is quite difficult for such a sensitive age to get on a woman of the same age as her mother.
Even when both a noble lady and a neat daughter were realized on the bed that she was just a woman, she was not good at being a woman.
"A woman is not a good thing"
He muttered, reminding him of his girlfriend's arecole, shaking his nausea, and the man shook his head with an unusually serious face.
"Crow, it's different"
Eat your favorite words.
Why wouldn't she say badly to a woman? There is a guy who is an Ese gentleman only on the top.
While watching the surprising me, the man continued with an extremely serious face.
"It's not just a woman. Human beings are not creatures."
I thought it was a joke for a moment.
But the true face and the eyes without light, which do not show any emotion, tell us that he is unmistakable. Perhaps this man has seen hell worse than me.
"... Is the crow's job pretty good?"
The man who returned to his usual smoky smile said.
I knew the meaning of the word after nearly a year.
"Today's role is watching. It's easy and good."
The man who entrusts his back to the thick iron door laughs with a smile. But I can't laugh at me next to it. There was no strength to laugh.
Although the assassination unit was called elite, there are relatively few assassination missions that can be said to be his main business.
It seems that the King doesn't like means of assassination much because he likes flashy battles. What a ridiculous story. Then I would like to say that you do not create an assassination unit from the edge, but it is almost like feeling to decorate and look at weapons. Yo is a hobby.
If you are told you would have been spare time, answer no.
There are quite a lot of dirty jobs that you can't do clearly.
Abduction or torture of humans who are unsightly for the King
Even if you don't like killing it quickly, it's an ant to slay and kill like a show in front of you.
The work assigned to me at that time is also part of that.
Behind the door is a miserable spectacle that makes you want to cover your eyes.
The man stared at me with his face distorted.
"... Crows aren't very good at this job."
"..."
I go down silently.
I never thought that it was right or not. No, there was no choice before that. Everything came to live. Maybe from now on. I will do anything to live.
My hand, which was at the end of my gaze, seemed to be dyed bright red.
The number of humans I have already killed has far exceeded double digits. Now. I'm hesitant even now.
Is it permissible to murder and kill people for pleasure?
If I went further, I felt I could never go back.
"Look for another job"
"... what?"
I couldn't respond immediately.
The man squints, looking at me stunned.
"If I save my money, I'm going to open it in a restaurant. A restaurant is good."
The man continued his words without seeing me. My eyes are as if I look far away, my chest is jammed.
I was hired by the king of the Skelz Kingdom, and I never thought he could easily get freedom.
On the day when we are free, will we die or be thrown away? Either one. There is no way left to choose.
Because you know you can't reach it, talk about your dreams. Like looking up at the moon floating in the night sky.
"... The former assassin never wants to enter the owner's restaurant or something."
"Can you offer exciting food that you can't taste in a normal store?"
"I never want to go in"
"I want a warm country. Flamme is too hot and maybe Nebel."
The man laughs while continuing the silly conversation. It was not a usual thin smile, but a fun and at the same time a slightly sad laugh.
"Yeah, Nebel is good. How happy would you be to live in that beautiful country?"
Gently look away from him who tells you to dream.
We can't live in Nebel. I'll end my whole life in this rotten country.
One day, I will step beyond this door.
I chop the shape of a person, chop it and kill it, and I still feel nothing.
However, the turning point came suddenly.
The international situation has changed drastically because King has been freaking out on Nebel's mage and failed to complain and kidnap.
The Kingdom of Nebel and the Kingdom of Wind declare war on the Kingdom of Skelz. Three nations adjacent to Skelz have issued statements supporting the Allies of Nebel and Vint.
It seems that even the king, who is called a war madman, was not optimistic enough to enjoy this situation.
For the first time since I was assigned, work that seems to be an assassination unit has been circulating.
But that is an extremely difficult task. Rather, I want to ask if it is said to be "dead." A big job that would never have come to me if that man who was out of the country for intelligence now returned.
I was tasked with assassinating Randolph von Velfart, king of the Nebel Kingdom.
Chapter 147: 147 A certain spy monologue. (2)
The end of a narrow alley.
A place surrounded by crumbled old stone houses.
Poor sheds line up as if leaning against a stone wall. The dirt path that has only been stomached is always muddy because of the sewage that is mercilessly dumped through the windows on the second floor.
At the end of the road, animal bones and garbage were discarded, and flies grew all year round. The air is stagnant, probably due to poor ventilation, and the odor resembles that of vomiting.
The residents were all thin, regardless of age or gender. The appearance of walking with curled backs with dark, cloudy eyes is almost lifeless. Every time I spend a day, I feel like I'm absorbed in the energy to live.
The Skelz Kingdom, a country governed by a man called a war man.
I was born in a poor cave located on the edge of the royal city.
My home country, which had always been skirmishing with neighboring countries, was in a state of being wealthy. Only the royal aristocrats and some of the military people live in a privileged way. Most of the commoners lost their homes, fields, and young workers in the war, and had poor lives.
I am still below. Crawling down the bottom was alive.
Hands and legs that look like sticks, rough and dull black hair. The skin is pure and black.
I think when I was a child, I looked like a thin black rat.
No, I was afraid of eating, and I actually had the same eating habits as rats. The rotting garbage also ate the roots of trees and of course insects. At that time, I was probably a rat standing on two legs and only understanding a little bit of words.
It wasn't a very unusual story, as Skertz was full of war orphans.
I wasn't an orphan, strictly speaking. He had no father but his mother was alive.
While that might seem like a good thing, the opposite is true. Living alone with a mother who hates me and who can hardly move because of illness was truly hell.
My mother, who was originally a prostitute, was a child of a good customer.
However, he was discovered to be ill and was abandoned in one state.
My mother, who couldn't rely on her and couldn't return to the store, started living on the street with her little me.
In the beginning, my mother was standing on a street corner and taking small customers, but her symptoms gradually worsened and she became bedridden.
It would have been nice if you didn't give birth. He stopped counting when he heard the word more than a hundred.
Still, when I was a kid, I wanted affection and I was desperately listening to her mother.
My mother told me words and simple calculations, so I told her that I wasn't without affection and felt like I was comforting myself.
I think it was a selfish reason to let me take customers instead of me.
If you can't do simple calculations and communication, even if you get a customer, you will be easily deceived at the payment stage. However, I didn't know that at that time. When I loved her someday, she clung to a fleeting illusion and was lovingly following her mother.
In the end, my mother died without saying a gentle word to me.
I was alone and lost my will to live, and my old woman picked up where I was dying. The old woman, who lost her companion early, provided me with meals and a bed.
Warm house and warm soup. For the first time in my life I was kind to people, and I couldn't stop my tears from overflowing. The old woman stroked my head, which kept crying.
I was touched by the affection of people for the first time and was moved, but the world is not so sweet.
I was sold off while I was asleep, and I realized that.
What is "I couldn't let go like a grandchild". Playing with the feelings of a kid who wants to be, shit. Bang.
My buyer was a bandit-like mercenary group.
They gathered oysters similar to me and taught them how to kill people. It is a country that has been fighting all year long. There is no limit to the demand for soldiers.
Should we say happiness or unhappiness? I seemed to have a killing talent.
I flourished, walked through the organization in a pulled out form, and eventually became a member of the assassination unit under the direct control of the King.
"Newcomer, what's your name?"
I heard it from my instructor.
It was a slender, female face, yet tender, and she seemed to accept a woman, and she had a gentle smile. However, my eyes were cold and I was not laughing at all.
"Please call me like you"
"I don't want to give myself?"
"No. I just don't have a name."
The name is not a huge thing, I don't have it.
I didn't remember my mother and I didn't feel any inconvenience. The man lightly dazzled when I heard my explanation. He muttered, "Yes," and showed a little thought.
"That's right ... how about a crow?"
Beautiful black hair.
For just that reason, my name became crow.
"Anything is fine"
"Thank you, crow."
A name that has no particular meaning and is a convenient name for working together. There shouldn't be much difference between "Hey" and "It's black there" so far.
, but for some reason, my chest is nervous.
I didn't know why at the time, but now I can. For the first time in my life, I was given "only for me."
That's not to mention that the instructor's man was familiar. He did not come closer than necessary.
I betrayed the seemingly inconvenient appearance and taught only the minimum. And it's pretty rough and appropriate.
But surprisingly, men seem to have the ability to compete for first and second place in their units.
He seems to be flying around the world and has hardly seen his face since the first week. Domestic espionage ... it's a big difference from me, who can only be assigned tasks that use color schemes as weapons.
"I'm jealous of being able to play with my beautiful sister at work."
If you think you'll meet once in a while, say something like stroking my nerves with a smile.
The mouth and the end of the mouth twitched.
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"No, that crow's appeal isn't something you can get out of it."Because of the features that seemed to be similar to my mother, I was very good with older women. I wasn't happy at all.
At that time, I still couldn't give up my affection from my immediate family. It is quite difficult for such a sensitive age to get on a woman of the same age as her mother.
Even when both a noble lady and a neat daughter were realized on the bed that she was just a woman, she was not good at being a woman.
"A woman is not a good thing"
He muttered, reminding him of his girlfriend's arecole, shaking his nausea, and the man shook his head with an unusually serious face.
"Crow, it's different"
Eat your favorite words.
Why wouldn't she say badly to a woman? There is a guy who is an Ese gentleman only on the top.
While watching the surprising me, the man continued with an extremely serious face.
"It's not just a woman. Human beings are not creatures."
I thought it was a joke for a moment.
But the true face and the eyes without light, which do not show any emotion, tell us that he is unmistakable. Perhaps this man has seen hell worse than me.
"... Is the crow's job pretty good?"
The man who returned to his usual smoky smile said.
I knew the meaning of the word after nearly a year.
"Today's role is watching. It's easy and good."
The man who entrusts his back to the thick iron door laughs with a smile. But I can't laugh at me next to it. There was no strength to laugh.
Although the assassination unit was called elite, there are relatively few assassination missions that can be said to be his main business.
If you are told you would have been spare time, answer no.
There are quite a lot of dirty jobs that you can't do clearly.
Abduction or torture of humans who are unsightly for the King
Even if you don't like killing it quickly, it's an ant to slay and kill like a show in front of you.
The work assigned to me at that time is also part of that.
Behind the door is a miserable spectacle that makes you want to cover your eyes.
The man stared at me with his face distorted.
"... Crows aren't very good at this job."
"..."
I go down silently.
I never thought that it was right or not. No, there was no choice before that. Everything came to live. Maybe from now on. I will do anything to live.
My hand, which was at the end of my gaze, seemed to be dyed bright red.
The number of humans I have already killed has far exceeded double digits. Now. I'm hesitant even now.
Is it permissible to murder and kill people for pleasure?
If I went further, I felt I could never go back.
"Look for another job"
"... what?"
I couldn't respond immediately.
The man squints, looking at me stunned.
The man continued his words without seeing me. My eyes are as if I look far away, my chest is jammed.
I was hired by the king of the Skelz Kingdom, and I never thought he could easily get freedom.
On the day when we are free, will we die or be thrown away? Either one. There is no way left to choose.
Because you know you can't reach it, talk about your dreams. Like looking up at the moon floating in the night sky.
"... The former assassin never wants to enter the owner's restaurant or something."
"Can you offer exciting food that you can't taste in a normal store?"
"I never want to go in"
"I want a warm country. Flamme is too hot and maybe Nebel."
The man laughs while continuing the silly conversation. It was not a usual thin smile, but a fun and at the same time a slightly sad laugh.
"Yeah, Nebel is good. How happy would you be to live in that beautiful country?"
Gently look away from him who tells you to dream.
We can't live in Nebel. I'll end my whole life in this rotten country.
One day, I will step beyond this door.
I chop the shape of a person, chop it and kill it, and I still feel nothing.
However, the turning point came suddenly.
The international situation has changed drastically because King has been freaking out on Nebel's mage and failed to complain and kidnap.
The Kingdom of Nebel and the Kingdom of Wind declare war on the Kingdom of Skelz. Three nations adjacent to Skelz have issued statements supporting the Allies of Nebel and Vint.
It seems that even the king, who is called a war madman, was not optimistic enough to enjoy this situation.
For the first time since I was assigned, work that seems to be an assassination unit has been circulating.
I was tasked with assassinating Randolph von Velfart, king of the Nebel Kingdom.
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