Vol 1 Chapter 14 (1/2)

Fujiwara promptly laid “The Footsteps of Death” upon the sofa in the back yard, before heading down to the underground warehouse, many keys in hand

Many items his Teacher had purchased are stored underneath the store, in this location

“I think it was right about here…”

Fujias flipping through the contents of various wooden boxes, one after another, fiddling about the for the ite Tool was needed

The items in here were called ‘stock’, but in truth, his s as a hobby After she (tl: Store owner is a she according to pronouns) ets bored, she dumps them in a suitable nearby wooden box at random

In addition, they weren’t sorted by any method and so for an item very difficult

“…Why are books and wooden shoes together!? …There are dried apples, some with bites out of the irritated!”

Fujiondered why she couldn’t just try to ether

Things had gotten worse since the recent Recession in Labyrinth City, since the store would not er The Master of the store’s nor appearance had also becoht

“How frustrating!”

“…It was”

Finally, from the bottom of the box, he found a useful item

A necklace

A silver tippedaround, it was quite eerie Upon it is depicted a dinner of skeletons, toasting around a table When this was found, Fujiwara’s master barely looked at it, because they did not like creepy objects

Fujiwara dusted it off, and went up to the back yard rapidly, without even closing the door to the warehouse behind With the condition of the ‘Footsteps of Death’, grace was the least important aspect

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The deadly poison under)

It drains the ic out of the blood, and it er breathe, until you reach the point of death

Fujias uncertain how much time exactly had passed, but there wasn’t very much time by now, probably

But, while Fujias thinking this, ‘The Footsteps of Death’ was trying to lift herself fro out a low roar Such terrifying strength and willpower

“Why are you getting up!?”

“Where… is this…?”

“I’ician’s Shop’, so please don’t be reckless and get back to sleeping!”

“…Armor…where…is my armor… I need it…”

“Then-“

Fujiwara began to say it was in front of the store, but he held his tongue

He noticed as in her hands

It was a Long Shich had been placed in the back yard It was covered in rust, but it had already been unsheathed, and what she was holding turned out to be the sheath

He had a bad feeling

Wind was striking her fra towards him as well

With this, her hair was dancing in the night sky

“Footsteps of Death” was striking a battle pose, as well

What Fujiwara thought ind approaching was actually the long sword, thrown by her hand The throw had followed a semicircular orbit with ridiculous speed, Fujiwara only barely able to dodge, grazing his glasses and tearing his bangs, though he was unable to see it co towards him

He felt sweat dripping down his spine

“Hey, hey, if it weren’t for me, you’d have already died… Why would you so suddenly try to cut me, huh?”

Could it have been a symptom of the poison, hallucination?

But it couldn’t be

There were reat fear and anger, but Fujiwara had already appraised the poison It was only ‘Blood Drinking’, and nothing else Hallucination was not a symptom for this poison, and even if the consciousness becaed

The flash occurred a second time

This ti his pocket clean off

Now his knees were quaking

“Hey, wait ayour benefactor?”

“Can…Kill… It is…”

It seeh she could not hear him

This “Footsteps of Death” seemed to be in a frenzy He had no idea why

Currently, she was dressed in a troublesome way, only in her underwear

But, of course, this is because she only wore that full body ar

But, even if that was the , hoas she able to merely condemn him as ‘Enemy’ and refuse to reason out the situation? Fujiwara decided to atte the reason why

“Let’s talk about it for a bit…”

“Oh…Can…”

The third and fourth flashes

A coffee cup meant for customers was shattered with a flash, and the thermos fleith a dull andinto the wall on the fourth throw, not boo back

Miss “Footsteps of Death” dropped the sheath in her hand

Her eyes were not cloudy, and they did not see

This eon, with eyes indeed like theat a Seeker

Fujiwara couldn’t understand why

Fujiwara remembered then his unease when he found ‘The Footsteps of Death’ in the storefront

At that ti her arh it was fatal, she had not removed it even if it would save her

Fujias beginning to catch on

“The Footsteps of Death” began running forth Fujiwara began to retreat, taking one step before sta his balance It was the thermos

“-Urah!”

Upon hi hiainst him

“Gua-a”

Fujiwara couldn’t breathe Around his neck were her thin fingertips