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s.h.i.+zuru weakly pleaded to Lady, but the response was as he could imagine.

“I’m sorry my dear. Boss and Casca’s likenesses are the ones I can imagine most easily. But to walk around the slums as a girl that look like Casca will only invite trouble”

“It does, doesn’t it … well, okay, I’m counting on you for the shopping. I’m going to wake Ca.s.sie up”

“Yes”

Lady gave a graceful bow, then turned on her heels and left the room.

Each and every action of hers were again the same as Richelieu’s, making s.h.i.+zuru smile wryly once again.

Not long after Lady left the room, s.h.i.+zuru changed his clothes, washed his face, and opened the windows.

As he was immersed in the completely ingrained morning routine, he noticed a dull thud from outside the window.

As s.h.i.+zuru lazily put on the top of his suit, he looked down and saw Lady carrying the shopping basket.

Meanwhile, there was a dirty looking man groaning at her feet.

He was probably making pa.s.ses at Lady and got some severe punishment.

As a wolf that is of intellectually inferior compared to humans, and a magic wolf at that, she was truly ferocious toward others.

Though, since s.h.i.+zuru had cautioned her to try to not kill anyone outside of work, there had been no murder incidents.

In that condition he must have had a few bones broken, the physician in him thought as he shook his head.

But still

“Getting into a fight this early in the morning and not even one minute after getting out of the house, the slum’s running normally today, huh”

“Good that things are running as usual,” said s.h.i.+zuru sarcastically as he stretched, seeing the scene that was by no means peaceful and quiet.

Just how much of a safe place was the place known as j.a.pan.

Now that he’s gotten used to living here, he understood that more and more.

Then s.h.i.+zuru walked up to the table that was one of the few pieces of furniture in the dreary room.

The bag laid carelessly on the tabletop contained drugs and other physicians’ tools.

They were easy-to-carry goods, due to his job as a town physician, but for s.h.i.+zuru, who could wield White, Healing magic, they were mostly for show.

If pressed to say what was important, it would then be the thing attached to its outside.

The one with the handle and scabbard made to disappear into the design.

The knife that had a blade about 10 centimeters long with a longer handle, which, if one were to look closely, was warped.

His most prized possession with a cutting edge several times sharper than a razor, that had a blade so delicate that it had to be sharpened again each time it’s used.

When s.h.i.+zuru picked it up by the handle, he felt some blood and fat still sticking to it.

When he tried looking closely, the tip of the blade was slightly chipped.

Which reminds me, when I cut with it last night, I thought I felt it hitting bone, he thought.

“… I have to sharpen it again”

The voice that came out of himself was heavier than he thought.

Ever since s.h.i.+zuru was picked up seven years ago and took on the job, he always felt heavy after killing someone.

Especially someone he knew, someone who he, as a physician, had examined and treated before.

He was definitely not good at this.

Isn’t his side job as a physician more his life’s calling.

This was what s.h.i.+zuru always thought the day after finis.h.i.+ng a job.

Therefore s.h.i.+zuru, the a.s.sa.s.sin group Black Maria’s third squad sub-leader s.h.i.+zuru, would mutter each day.

Every day, every morning, every time, he would repeat these words.

Regardless of whether he could actually do it, he would absolutely say it.

Today, he would again repeat it once more.

“Aaaaah … I should get out of here already …”

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