117 05 Huuta was Shojo! (1/2)

--A back alley in King's Landing.

One of those dark, damp, narrow streets that rarely see the light of day.

Even so, it is a place where residents continue to try their best to find the little bit of light they can, drying their clothes on the ropes they share.

The girl looked up at the scene with nostalgic eyes and gave a small sigh.

It was not even a warm-up, let alone a sparring session.

I'm not sure what to say.

The red drips down from the surface of the open parasol.

It sinks into the outer lace, but is not fully absorbed, making ripples on the ground.

Her boots were in the red puddle that had formed.

Around her, there were about a dozen fallen knights.

What they all had in common was not only that they were dead.

Their faces.

Some of them were crushed and bleeding profusely, their faces flushed red.

Others had their faces slammed into the ground as if they had been forced to get down on their knees.

And worst of all, there was a knight whose face was shaved to death, as if he had been scraped against a wall.

Glaring at all of them in a boring manner, she closes her parasol.

--She closed her parasol, which was as pure white as the dress she wore.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I don't know if it's an order or what, but this is an order from the princess!

Seriously. Just because you're a commoner doesn't mean you should be looked down upon. ......?

That's when it happened.

The three guards, who are good friends of mine, caught up with me.

It all started when the now-deceased knights pushed past the guards and infiltrated the back alley.

While the guards, who had received information that there was a killer in the area, were slowly closing the siege, a strike force dispatched by the Eastwood estate - in other words, the Knights - pushed the guards aside and set out to kill the killer.

The knights were confident that a platoon of ten would be enough, but the guards were unable to stand up to them.

There are several reasons.

The knights of the Order were all older than the guards and had war experience.

They were also noblemen, albeit of a lower rank, and thus had a higher rank than the guards.

In addition, unlike the guards, who were operating under the orders of the princess, they were operating under the orders of Conrad A. Eastwood, or Earl Eastwood.

The point to remember here is that Princess Lilac's influence is not strong.

In the capital, she is the first person to pass the Colosseum proposal, but people around her perceive her as ”just a brilliant little girl.

This means that her charisma and her true nature as a ”wicked man” have not yet been revealed, and therefore she is often taken lightly.

For these reasons, the knights half-heartedly pushed the guards aside, and the result was the scene they saw.

The result was what the guards saw. The woman on the wanted list, ......!

She's here for real. I mean, aren't they all dead?

No, you were killed by that guy!

You've been killed by him!” Bill reflexively readied the knight's sword on his hip.

Ben is stunned, unable to comprehend the situation.

Ben, stunned and unable to comprehend the situation, and Bob, who now understands everything and is really in a panic about what to do.

And.

”Oh. Another round?

A young lady-like girl slowly looks back at the three of them.

”No, we're not eating!

”d*mn, seriously, you're not following me.

”......, you're a lot prettier than your picture.

Bob, what the f*ck?

Do you even know what you're doing?

Bill and Ben are pale and desperate.

Bill and Ben were pale and struggling to keep their heads above water, but I could hear them giggling and laughing.

”He's kind of a friendly guy, isn't he?

Her fan hides her mouth, and her eyes are soft and relaxed.

However, except for Bob, who is gazing at her, the two of them are not letting their guard down.

There was no doubt that it was she who had killed the knights before their eyes.

Bill and Ben were not so foolish as to think that three men could defeat the ten men they were up against.

What are we going to do about this?

I don't know, but I really don't think I can.

Maybe I could just ask him out on a date and let it slide.

Bob, what the f*ck?

I'm gonna kill you first!

The girl's eyes pierce Bob's.

I'd be happy to take you out on a date.

Oh, really?

Yeah. You want a one-on-one, don't you?

And then the blood drained from Bob's veins.

At last, I might say.

I'm hoping you can be my sparring partner.

He slowly opens his closed parasol.

The blood that hadn't fully dried earlier splashed lightly.

The fighting spirit that almost blows you away is like a torrent of murderous intent.

My body, drowning in the emotion of fear and constricted to the point of not being able to breathe, cannot move as I wish.

It's like...

It was as if...

This is what Prim Lancaster would look like if he really wanted to kill us.

It was so overwhelmingly superior.

Bill tightened his grip on his sword.

Ben struggled to think.

And Bob .

”I'm sorry, sir!

It was a beautiful moment.

”...... Bob?

What? What?

”What the hell, you guys, is it our job to challenge these things and die in the dogs?

At the whispered suggestion, both Bill and Ben gasped.

The guards don't have to be strong.

They just have to protect as many citizens as possible.

That's what these bad guys do. You can always push them to the people who are always bothering you, the ones who have Lancaster's diaper, or the ones who are worse than that.

But they're indiscriminate mass murderers.

If begging for your life like this would have helped you, you would have been able to--.

Bill's eyes met the girl's as he looked at her to see how she was doing.

What are you doing?　Aren't you the warrior who protects this city?

No, no, no, nothing like that!　Just trying to earn a few bucks a day?　I just do what I can for a living!

...... You must be willing to fight for the city.

If that's what it takes to make a living, I'll take whatever it takes!

”..................

Bob's comment may or may not have had any effect.

She slowly closed the parasol.

Then she stepped forward from the puddle of blood.

There was a strange sound of a viscous liquid.

When it stopped, the sound of shoes walking toward her did not stop.

One step, gracefully. Another step.

Bill and Ben involuntarily step aside from Bob, who is on his knees in the middle of the room.

The girl's eyes are cold.

Eyes that had lost all interest, like they were staring at a rock on the side of the road.

She walks to the front of Bob with an emotionless look of disdain.

Bill and Ben hold their breaths.

The girl lets out a single breath.