Norald’s Heated Butter Knife sliced through Anon’s sword without resistance, and then through Anon himself—
「So you’re only good at running away?」
What was sliced was the hood. The hood was split perfectly in two, revealing Anon’s true face.
「Well, it seems I’m not that good at running away either.」
As Anon makes this quip, a single line of blood runs down from his forehead, indicating just how close the escape was.
「Wait, you’re a woman?」
Anon’s silver hair sways gently.
「Whether I’m a woman or not can’t be determined by appearance alone.」
Her large eye corners reminded one of jewels.
「Well, that’s true. Whether you’re a man or a woman, as long as you’re in this place, it no longer has any impact on your future. You’ll die here—that’s all there is to it.」
「Though it’s a shame,」 Norald adds.
「’A shame,’ huh? Even the infamous Unknown says surprisingly ordinary things.」
Anon continues thinking while maintaining the conversation. She glances briefly at her smoothly cut sword and hood. No matter what kind of sword she used to receive Norald’s attack, the result would be the same. Not only that, even when delivering a critical hit to Norald, he remained unharmed. Intense attacking power with perfect defense—all of it comes from his equipment.
「Well, I suppose it can’t be helped. After all, the true identity of the assassin known as the Unknown, rumored to have a 100% success rate, turns out to be a young girl with hardly any practical experience and a second-rate warrior with only a confident attitude. Both of you are immature as humans and as warriors. So I guess such ordinary remarks are unavoidable.」
「You seem to enjoy rubbing people the wrong way.」
Get angry. Get angrier. His attacks are already monotonous. Getting angry will make them even more predictable. As expected, Norald lets out a shout and charges at Anon with all his might.
「I’ve pretty much figured out how the Unknown always wins.」
Though Anon says this, Norald just shouts, 「Shut up!!」 「Die!」 「Die!!」 while swinging his sword wildly. His swordsmanship, which was already just 「decent,」 became absolutely terrible.
「Your sister uses that extraordinary staff to send opponents to a separate space, and you, wearing that ridiculously sturdy armor and wielding that extremely sharp sword, eliminate them with certainty—something like that, right?」
Anon continues talking while dodging.
「Based on the fact that S-rank individuals have been taken down by you two before, I’m guessing your equipment is Mythic-grade. Where did you get such things?」
Anon reaches into her magic bag and pulls out the Dresser again. This time just one. Holding it in her right hand, she fires while continuing to evade.
「Shut up already!! You talk too much! After I kill you, I’ll rip out that wagging tongue of yours!」
Norald’s anger voltage rises even higher. Whether from skill or weapon effect, when Norald swings his sword, a slash flies through the air.
「Whoa—that was a bit dangerous.」
She somehow manages to dodge it. A part of her silver hair gets cut. She couldn’t deny that she had let her guard down slightly after seeing through Norald’s swordsmanship.
「Die!!」
Norald repeatedly swings his sword, sending slashes flying. Though his attacks are violent and thoughtless, they’re quite troublesome, and Anon barely manages to keep dodging by the skin of her teeth while continuing to shoot.
「I told you it’s useless! This Reject Heart nullifies all attacks! So give up and die!」
As if I’d die just because you tell me to, Anon thinks with an internal sigh, but then she realizes something. 「Nullifies attacks,」 you say? Nullify? If it’s not an attack, can I touch him? Then, for example—if he accidentally stepped on a nail, would the nail pierce his foot? If, if that were the case—
「I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s useless. No one has ever left this space alive!!」
Finally, one of Norald’s consecutive flying slashes cuts through Anon’s thigh as she jumps to dodge but can’t move in mid-air.
Anon can’t help but let out a 「Guaa」 sound. With the heavy bleeding, she quickly takes out a potion from her magic bag and applies it.
「Why don’t you just give up already?」
Norald tells Anon as if advising her, and picks up the Dresser that had rolled to his feet. Then he points the gun barrel at Anon and pulls the trigger without hesitation—Click—misfire—Perhaps because Norald regained his composure after Anon fell, he plays with the Dresser that doesn’t fire bullets when the trigger is pulled.
「It’s all pointless. No bullets will come out. That’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s set so only I can use it.」
Moreover—Anon continues.
「That gun is named Dresser. Of course, I named it. The name comes from ‘dressing someone in a crimson dress of blood through relentless shooting.’ What do you think? Cool, right? Heheh, despite appearances, I have that kind of sense.」
While groaning in pain and sweating from the slash wound, Anon continues talking, and Norald listens, either out of composure or mercy.
「I’ve prepared bullets with various attributes like fire and water, which allows me to respond to prolonged battles and various situations. In essence, my philosophy in using the Dresser is that I alone am enough for battle, that I’ll fulfill all roles by myself.」
While continuing to talk, Anon never stops observing. Never stops thinking. Never gives up on anything.
Norald is touching the Dresser. So he’s not unable to touch objects.
That’s why Anon—had already taken out those two items from Norald’s blind spot. In fact, one was already set up, and the other was quickly prepared with the dexterity of a magician. The trap was set.
「Though I used to think ‘I alone am enough,’ recently I’ve had opportunities to think about various things—」
「I’ve been quietly listening since these are your last words… but you just keep mumbling on and on without getting to the point… It might have been better if you had just begged for your life. Instead, you ramble on with meaningless words—have you gone delirious from blood loss? Then I’ll put you out of your misery.」
Norald sighs and shakes his head in exasperation.
「I’m not delirious. I’ve already finished my preparations. Take a good look at the Dresser in your hand.」
Hm? Norald looks at the Dresser for two or three seconds—and then notices. An extremely thin wire—made from some special ore—is tied to the grip—the wire extends—long—with its end tied to a square box in Anon’s hand—is it? Norald’s expression shows sudden realization. Looks like you finally noticed. It’s too late to panic now.
「Electricker.」
Following Anon’s powerful voice, purple lightning strikes. Spark. The blinding flash travels at incredible speed along the wire, completely incinerating Norald who was holding the Dresser.
◇◇◇
If this defeats him, it would be a blessing. Anon estimated the possibility to be fifty-fifty. The result—
「I’ll kill you…!! I’ll definitely kill you…!!」
Norald, smoking and blackened, lets out a voice as if rising from the depths of hell. In the end, the Reject Heart, albeit belatedly, responded and nullified almost all of the electrical attack. However, because the electric shock from the Electricker was incredibly fast, damage was inflicted on Norald for just those few moments before the Reject Heart responded.
「Yeah. I thought so.」
Anon has no attack faster than the Electricker. There was nothing else she could do.
But that was also part of the plan.
「Continuing what I was saying earlier about my feelings towards the Dresser, that’s already a thing of the past. Now, I think it’s okay not to be alone.」
Because I have—
「Him with me.」
Of the six surfaces that make up the space, the one behind Anon—part of it gets cut apart with a span-span sound and explodes.
「Sorry to keep you waiting, Anon. Glad to see you’re safe.」
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Chapter 292
◇◇◇
Norald’s Heated Butter Knife sliced through Anon’s sword without resistance, and then through Anon himself—
「So you’re only good at running away?」
What was sliced was the hood. The hood was split perfectly in two, revealing Anon’s true face.
「Well, it seems I’m not that good at running away either.」
As Anon makes this quip, a single line of blood runs down from his forehead, indicating just how close the escape was.
「Wait, you’re a woman?」
Anon’s silver hair sways gently.
「Whether I’m a woman or not can’t be determined by appearance alone.」
Her large eye corners reminded one of jewels.
「Well, that’s true. Whether you’re a man or a woman, as long as you’re in this place, it no longer has any impact on your future. You’ll die here—that’s all there is to it.」
「Though it’s a shame,」 Norald adds.
「’A shame,’ huh? Even the infamous Unknown says surprisingly ordinary things.」
Anon continues thinking while maintaining the conversation.
She glances briefly at her smoothly cut sword and hood.
No matter what kind of sword she used to receive Norald’s attack, the result would be the same. Not only that, even when delivering a critical hit to Norald, he remained unharmed. Intense attacking power with perfect defense—all of it comes from his equipment.
「Well, I suppose it can’t be helped. After all, the true identity of the assassin known as the Unknown, rumored to have a 100% success rate, turns out to be a young girl with hardly any practical experience and a second-rate warrior with only a confident attitude. Both of you are immature as humans and as warriors. So I guess such ordinary remarks are unavoidable.」
「You seem to enjoy rubbing people the wrong way.」
Get angry. Get angrier. His attacks are already monotonous. Getting angry will make them even more predictable. As expected, Norald lets out a shout and charges at Anon with all his might.
「I’ve pretty much figured out how the Unknown always wins.」
Though Anon says this, Norald just shouts, 「Shut up!!」 「Die!」 「Die!!」 while swinging his sword wildly. His swordsmanship, which was already just 「decent,」 became absolutely terrible.
「Your sister uses that extraordinary staff to send opponents to a separate space, and you, wearing that ridiculously sturdy armor and wielding that extremely sharp sword, eliminate them with certainty—something like that, right?」
Anon continues talking while dodging.
「Based on the fact that S-rank individuals have been taken down by you two before, I’m guessing your equipment is Mythic-grade. Where did you get such things?」
Anon reaches into her magic bag and pulls out the Dresser again. This time just one. Holding it in her right hand, she fires while continuing to evade.
「Shut up already!! You talk too much! After I kill you, I’ll rip out that wagging tongue of yours!」
Norald’s anger voltage rises even higher. Whether from skill or weapon effect, when Norald swings his sword, a slash flies through the air.
「Whoa—that was a bit dangerous.」
She somehow manages to dodge it. A part of her silver hair gets cut.
She couldn’t deny that she had let her guard down slightly after seeing through Norald’s swordsmanship.
「Die!!」
Norald repeatedly swings his sword, sending slashes flying.
Though his attacks are violent and thoughtless, they’re quite troublesome, and Anon barely manages to keep dodging by the skin of her teeth while continuing to shoot.
「I told you it’s useless! This Reject Heart nullifies all attacks! So give up and die!」
As if I’d die just because you tell me to, Anon thinks with an internal sigh, but then she realizes something.
「Nullifies attacks,」 you say? Nullify? If it’s not an attack, can I touch him? Then, for example—if he accidentally stepped on a nail, would the nail pierce his foot? If, if that were the case—
「I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s useless. No one has ever left this space alive!!」
Finally, one of Norald’s consecutive flying slashes cuts through Anon’s thigh as she jumps to dodge but can’t move in mid-air.
Anon can’t help but let out a 「Guaa」 sound. With the heavy bleeding, she quickly takes out a potion from her magic bag and applies it.
「Why don’t you just give up already?」
Norald tells Anon as if advising her, and picks up the Dresser that had rolled to his feet. Then he points the gun barrel at Anon and pulls the trigger without hesitation—Click—misfire—Perhaps because Norald regained his composure after Anon fell, he plays with the Dresser that doesn’t fire bullets when the trigger is pulled.
「It’s all pointless. No bullets will come out. That’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s set so only I can use it.」
Moreover—Anon continues.
「That gun is named Dresser. Of course, I named it. The name comes from ‘dressing someone in a crimson dress of blood through relentless shooting.’ What do you think? Cool, right? Heheh, despite appearances, I have that kind of sense.」
While groaning in pain and sweating from the slash wound, Anon continues talking, and Norald listens, either out of composure or mercy.
「I’ve prepared bullets with various attributes like fire and water, which allows me to respond to prolonged battles and various situations. In essence, my philosophy in using the Dresser is that I alone am enough for battle, that I’ll fulfill all roles by myself.」
While continuing to talk, Anon never stops observing.
Never stops thinking. Never gives up on anything.
Norald is touching the Dresser.
So he’s not unable to touch objects.
That’s why Anon—had already taken out those two items from Norald’s blind spot. In fact, one was already set up, and the other was quickly prepared with the dexterity of a magician. The trap was set.
「Though I used to think ‘I alone am enough,’ recently I’ve had opportunities to think about various things—」
「I’ve been quietly listening since these are your last words… but you just keep mumbling on and on without getting to the point… It might have been better if you had just begged for your life. Instead, you ramble on with meaningless words—have you gone delirious from blood loss? Then I’ll put you out of your misery.」
Norald sighs and shakes his head in exasperation.
「I’m not delirious. I’ve already finished my preparations. Take a good look at the Dresser in your hand.」
Hm? Norald looks at the Dresser for two or three seconds—and then notices. An extremely thin wire—made from some special ore—is tied to the grip—the wire extends—long—with its end tied to a square box in Anon’s hand—is it? Norald’s expression shows sudden realization.
Looks like you finally noticed. It’s too late to panic now.
「Electricker.」
Following Anon’s powerful voice, purple lightning strikes. Spark. The blinding flash travels at incredible speed along the wire, completely incinerating Norald who was holding the Dresser.
◇◇◇
If this defeats him, it would be a blessing.
Anon estimated the possibility to be fifty-fifty.
The result—
「I’ll kill you…!! I’ll definitely kill you…!!」
Norald, smoking and blackened, lets out a voice as if rising from the depths of hell. In the end, the Reject Heart, albeit belatedly, responded and nullified almost all of the electrical attack. However, because the electric shock from the Electricker was incredibly fast, damage was inflicted on Norald for just those few moments before the Reject Heart responded.
「Yeah. I thought so.」
Anon has no attack faster than the Electricker. There was nothing else she could do.
But that was also part of the plan.
「Continuing what I was saying earlier about my feelings towards the Dresser, that’s already a thing of the past.
Now, I think it’s okay not to be alone.」
Because I have—
「Him with me.」
Of the six surfaces that make up the space, the one behind Anon—part of it gets cut apart with a span-span sound and explodes.
「Sorry to keep you waiting, Anon. Glad to see you’re safe.」
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