"Yeah, sure. I'm from the West. Using the western country primarily as a trading partner, the ostensible face of an arms dealer and a warrior who plants the war itself to sell its weapons. Making people's lives seeds of rice, the worst pests. Well, thanks to you, mercenaries like us never get eaten up either.
They are commonly known as "numbered" by the arms dealers who use them and use them to wage war. Something about a crest carving a number somewhere in your body. That's all I know. "
"Surely I know very little else either. But I know how horrible they are. What did you do with the number?
"Sure, like he said 4 or 5"
"Luckily for you, if number three or more had come out, you would have been the one who was dead, as strong as number four or less, but they are the assassins in question. But not more than number 3. It's no different to being an assassin, but the strongest fighter Almas has will be chosen."
"... things were going well until number 4. From there on out was hell."
Betts had his hips down the side of the road at some point. Lexus also sat on the spot so that he could be attached, and Louis was listening to the story as he brought it to the tree.
"We were crushing their stronghold on the west side at the time. The western country is not stupid either. There were a number of countries that knew the dangers of Almas. Those countries offered bounty money and we were hired. And five or six, or after raiding what appears to be their stronghold... the ones they say are numbered showed up.
They were strong, but not our enemies at the time. Blackhawk may be up there right now if he's skilled as an individual, but Blackhawk was good at group warfare at the time. If we were all together, we'd be stronger than the Blackhawks are today. At that time it appeared that there was plenty of power between the 10th and 4th, but we succeeded in ending it with almost no one missing. And then they showed up. "
"Is it number one to three?"
"That's right. At first, I thought it was a joke. They were in the town where we were based, just the three of us, and they pushed us from the front. When we opened the door to the liquor store where we were resting, I thought we were just guests on that side of things that weren't too poisonous. When me and Zeldos felt the anomaly and raised their voices, about five more necks had been snapped. He looked at me like a kid, but I can't forget that face I laughed at. He smiled at his spiritually elegant face, full of intent to kill.
We made sacrifices, but we managed to get rid of them. To be exact, number three was terminated, but number two was only injured by a hand wound, and number one was not scratched at all. But we let him get away with it later, and we moved on to the chase. That's when we saw him. "
"That guy?"
Betts hesitated for a moment to Lexus's words, but started talking with one sigh.
"You guys should know... a man at the apex of Almas, named Whisper. No, you're not sure you're a man. I don't even know my gender."
"What the hell? You saw his face, didn't you?
"Precisely, someone Whisper manipulates. Whisper never shows people what he looks like. As I found out later, it seems that the only thing he shows up for is the boss, who is the culmination of the organization. Other than that, he uses someone he manipulates to convey the word."
"You said you'd manipulate. How do you do that?"
Betts replied to Louis' point.
"I don't know the details. But they use spirits to manipulate people."
"So whisper."
"So, what's the end result?
"I was held up for a deal. This place was about pain sharing between the two sides. We put our swords away and were told not to pursue Almas from now on. And he dropped his first and second necks on the spot and left. At the same time, tell him to calm down his activities."
"I think it's a good opportunity, didn't you go after him?
"I couldn't chase him. As I realized then, the whole town was already silent. Whisper was all over it. We were stopped while Whisper was around killing hundreds of people in town. The point is, we weren't the real target for them, we were the residents of the town that hired us."
"But you won't even drop your men's necks. I don't think we have any sense of companionship."
"You mean we're even weapons. Or disposable except yourself. For them, life was to that extent.
Either way, we succeeded in fulfilling our request and gaining our reward. The aftertaste was bad, but I ended Armas' 1st to 10th. I thought it was quite a blow. But the facts were different.
Some time later, one of the countries that paid us off perished in civil strife. Well, it wasn't uncommon in Western countries, so I threw it away at first. But for one reason, and another inexplicable reason, the country perished. One day the king goes mad. The center of gravity of the country crashes in a carriage. Fall accidentally. Every single one of them is common, but we knew what caused it.
And finally, even our members began to die one after the other. At one point, at the client. At one point, drunk quotes, accidentally fell into the river. A woman stabbed me, how dare you. But I realized that Whisper was doing all of them when I went to see the house of my fellow murderers one day. It was a rarity for our regiment and a wife belt. He had two kids, and he was a happy guy. I just got told I wanted to live a steady life for a while because I cleaned up the big mouth request.
At first, the vigilante considered it the crime of picking things up. The keys were forced open, and the hardware was missing from the house. But he's not the kind of guy who gets hit by a pickup like that. He was a ten-finger in our regiment. He was a particularly careful guy, he had multiple tricks in the house to repel intruders, and he was the one planting weapons everywhere in the house. A woman with a wife is also a former member of the team. We know best that they're not unconscious.
The scene was only after I killed him. The trap was not activated, and the weapon was not grasped and there was no one left. It was all made to look like a felony. Valsas spoke of the break-up of Blackhawk on the spot. They'll be after us as long as we're in the Blackhawk. No one listened to Valsas squeeze out and disagreed with that opinion.
And the Blackhawk broke up, and there was nothing for a while. Each one of them has been doing business as a mercenary or based on the money they earned. From one day on, I lost touch with one person, another, and few of them survived if I noticed. Valsas realized it was a late festival, I wonder how badly he dealt with it.
But Valsas is not willing to forgive Whisper's bastards. By forming Blackhawk again, Valsas declared war. I'm gonna go get that neck someday. Yeah, you talked a little too much. My throat is dry. "
That's what I said, take the liquor out of the water bottle on my hips, and take a breather, Betts. Listening to Betts, Lexus and Louis thought. And Lexus asked one question.
"Who knows about this story?
"Me and Zeldos, Lasha. And I know Max now. And the Grossfeld guy."
"And that perverted priest?
"Perverted, but sure of his arm. Because he was there, Valsas decided to form another regiment. You know what he's capable of, right? The deal to put yourself in a regiment seems to have been handled by Grossfeld himself."
"Why again?"
"It means he's the guy and we have a purpose. I don't know what the purpose or origin is. I hear Valsas knows something, but he won't tell me either. Maybe it's a deep reason."
"If you're Valsas, maybe you just haven't thought about it."
"Uh-huh, I'm sad I can't say it's different"
Betts couldn't help it, but the words were still apparently somewhere to think of him. Betts lifts his hips and encourages them both.
"It's been a long story, but that's what I'm talking about! So I'll accompany you for a while, but don't feel bad, okay?
"I don't mind eagles. It's more helpful."
"That, sister? What does that mean? You're just getting in the way of this sweet life with me, aren't you?
"Do you want to taste if it's even sweet to the eagle sword?
"Who's Osama?
With Betts and Louis pulling out their swords and killing each other at the same time in Lexus' words, Lexus suspected that the journey would be outrageous, running and running with a mindset that preceded regret.