Chapter 22.1 - Magic Swordsman and Black Organization [5] – part 1 (1/2)

Magic Swordsman and Black Organization [5] – part 1

It was around the time Allen parted ways with Ria and Rose and headed to Rocky Store alone.

Three people who had been observing Allen from far away using binoculars, started to move.

「Yes, yes! Target is now alone! The princess who shouldn’t be harmed, is no longer present!」

「Haa… finally, mou… I was getting tired, mou…」

「Let’s kill him quickly and go home. I have to prepare for the next job.」

The three are female swordsmen who were requested by a certain source to assassinate Allen.

These three women who carry out assassinations for a living, are dwellers of the underground society.

They are first-rate swordsmen whose abilities are rumored to be「Five Academy Representative Level」.

「Roger!」

「You don’t have to reply to every single thing, mou… We’ve decided to kill him quickly, mou…」

「Let’s begin then.」

The three were hiding in a dense forest.

The moment they descended from a tall tree to「Swiftly kill Allen」.

「Fumu… as expected of Leia-sama. While her head is a great disappointment, her『intuition』is a cut above the rest when it matters.」

A man wearing a silk hat and holding a flashy white and black stick suddenly appeared.

Prisoner number 0018 – No.18 who was ordered by Leia to guard Allen.

「Ha-Haaaa? Who are you, ossan? And, don’t look at me with that perverted look. It feels disgusting.」

「Uwaaa… how troublesome, mou… So gross, let’s just kill him already, mou…」

「We won’t attract any attention here, and above all, we don’t have much time… It can’t be helped, let’s kill him.」

Other than their target – the women do not possess villainous aesthetics that would drag in the general public.

However, any obstacle to their work is simply gotten rid of immediately without hesitation.

In front of the three female swordsmen who gave off an intense bloodlust – No.18 looked at their faces, bodies, and clothes.

「Haa… It’s like you don’t understand anything…」No.18 sighed.

The three of them all had very well-endowed features, although they were of different lineages.

Distinctive facial features.

Innocent child-like features from their teenage years.

A dignified feature reminiscent of a famous sword.

Their style is perfect, and the outfits they wear were sensational with a lot of exposure.

If it was an ordinary man were to see these three beautiful lovely women, he’d think「Ah, it’s a lovely day today」.

However – No. 18 was severely disappointed.

He had an indescribable bitter expression – as though witnessing dominoes that have been built up for many years collapsing due to a foolish mistake.

「Grovel – 〈Cajon King〉!」

「Devour, mou – 〈Grand Eater〉!」

「Slumber in midwinter – 〈Permafrost〉!」

The『pressure』of hopelessness bore down on No.18.

In front of a spectacle, where an ordinary swordsman would faint – He messaged his prided handlebar moustache.

「I see… All three of you are soul dress users?」

No-18 widened his eyes momentarily,

「For Allen-dono, who has not yet been able to handle his oversized power… you three might have been a little too much to handle.」

No-18 was very calm, there was composure on his face.

「Hey! I wonder what kind of sound you make when you cry!?」

「Die cleanly, mou… If you spurt out blood, I’ll beat you to death, mou…」

「At the very least, I’ll grant you a quick painless death.」

Three female swordsmen wielded their soul dress, and the curtain opened on the battle to the death.

A mere one minute later.

「Im-Impossible…」

「What… even… mou…」

「N-No way…!?」

The three female swordsmen were groveling on the ground.

The shock of having their soul dress broken, made their consciousness hazy.

On the other hand, No. 18 did not break a sweat, let alone a scratch.

He clearly showed off the difference in power that couldn’t be matched.

「You three have great materials and yet – you don’t understand anything」

His gaze was directed at the clothes of the three.

「Those clothes – such a stupid design based on the premise that you will be seen… Oh, how deplorable… We will decide it here.」

He slowly started talking.

「『Being seen by people is what I want』, that by itself is not what I’m condemning. It is the taste of gentlemen and ladies who care about their appearance, and those are quite fine. -But! If you lose too much『shame』and normalize being seen…… That will be the end of it all.」

There was a hint of sadness on the face of No.18, as he quietly shook his head.

「You, who get drunk on being seen, who choose to『show』… to put it simply,『unnatural』!」

And then he brought his argument to the conclusion.

「『Natural』- is a woman who doesn’t notice being peeked at, her natural expression, her minor habits, and the extreme embarrassment at the moment when the peep is discovered! When all these come together in perfect harmony – a beauty is born!」

No.18 looked at the clothes of the three women once at the end.