Léon: The Cat Killer

However, because the two little ones turned into Sarkaz, the stress of some mercenaries really put Nana in a bad mood... Nana realized that although these people said they were willing to accept the leadership and get along peacefully, it was all just empty talk.

Even if they hesitated for two seconds when they assumed a fighting stance, Nana assumed they had actually considered it.

Although, even the real church members felt that Nana's request was making things difficult for them.

"After all... they are mercenaries... it's normal for them to start fighting as a conditional reflex... Nana, look, they are indeed reflecting on their actions."

Following Mary's instructions, the Sarkaz who had been drained of blood and kicked by Nana to move goods quickly put on a few smiles, only to be glared at by W and then continue working as if fleeing for their lives.

"The key point... isn't it why they became... like this?"

She searched for a suitable description, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure out how to describe this sudden transformation. However, even though she hadn't finished compulsory education, she could understand that this was definitely due to Nana's influence...

After all, Nana is not only the priestess who presided over the ritual, but also the one who bestowed the name, and is also the 'accident' who can switch freely between the Sarkaz and Sarkaz forms... It's definitely more likely that Nana will know the truth than Alicia and the other two.

But the problem is... Nana has no idea what's really going on... She can't even tell whether her aura is magic or bloodline... Just a few hours ago, she thought her 'Sarkota' form was just an extension of Originium Arts.

We can't really believe that this is 'God' bestowing a blessing upon the Sarkaz, can we...?

Lateran has always kept the news of the Fallen Angels a secret... and the mutual hostility between the Sarkaz and Sarkaz is not just the enmity between one or two people or factions... but the result of countless years of fighting each other.

If Laterano found out that a Sarkaz had received the 'Lord's' favor... Although Nana doesn't know yet if it's the complete version of the empathy, just the existence of the halo is enough to make Laterano have wicked thoughts about the two kids.

Nana didn't want to think about what Laterano thought about today's unexpected events; she was already quite overwhelmed just dealing with the Sarkaz situation.

This is still the mercenary who knows the two children were originally Sarkaz and that they even spent a night together... If it were someone more volatile, like those bandit Sarkaz who paid tolls as W mentioned... well, let's just go straight to the point and start thinking about demanding bloodline revenge from the Sarkaz royal court.

"I can't let those people know that Ellie and Shea were Sarkaz before..." That was Nana's first reaction.

How to ensure the information won't be leaked... This was Nana's second thought.

As Nana's thoughts immediately slid to the terrifying idea of ​​'simply killing all these hidden dangers... all those stressed Sarkaz,' she quickly shook her head, banishing the thought from her mind... If she really did that, the Sarkaz, who were originally willing to keep it a secret, would have to tell other forces that came to inquire about what was happening here because too many people had died.

Putting aside everything else, the mercenaries W is in and the thousands of people in the Reunion Movement alone are not enough to deal with them... not to mention that there are pure-blooded royal court members like 'Patriot' among them.

Nana, this imposter, has no intention of going head-to-head with the real thing...

With a sigh, Nana gestured to her companions that she didn't know why things had turned out this way, so our newly appointed sorcerer and royal noblewoman could only fast-forward through the topic again:

"Since it's my fault, I'll take care of them for now... If possible, I'll think of a way to conceal their identities..."

Because the halo has no physical form, it can't be hidden... and using witchcraft to interfere... even for Rosemary, who has a group of spirits behind her and excellent sorcerers to help educate her, this method is a considerable challenge, let alone for Alice and Shia, who haven't even received basic education yet... where would so many geniuses be able to easily master witchcraft-level ritual spells... Nana mainly considers that physical disguise is the right way.

"Also, how are the follow-up preparations going? Get everyone moving so we don't overthink things..."

Hearing Nana's somewhat self-deprecating tone, W chuckled and twirled a strand of hair, saying:

"The moving work will probably continue until noon... then we can set off... but after what happened, are you still going to come with us? Actually, for the sake of Ellie and Sia, your team should be as small as possible... If you really have something to say to that dragon girl, I can help you arrange for her to come out."

"...But some things you still have to see for yourself, don't you..."

Not only the dragon girl, whom W described as 'abnormal,' but also the 'Patriot' was a key focus for Nana... After all, the former was merely an anomaly, while the latter, if he truly was a member of the Sarkaz court, serving Ursus, as Astolfo claimed, and had now defected again as an Infected... then it was quite normal for him to be under the guard's watchful eye.

Having thus prioritized the matters concerning Ellie, Sia, and Mary over her own, Nana sighed.

He had unwittingly provoked these strange young girls, and because of him, their unconsciousness was quite frustrating… Nana could only take them with her for now; if they still didn't wake up, she could take them back to Kal'tsit… No matter how bad things got, the Doctor should be able to take a look.

After all, that's how I got better... Nine

And then, it was Mary's turn. (Seven)

As the orange cat girl continued practicing how to use the pistol, Nana, after hearing W's arrangements for departure, immediately turned the conversation to her: "Hey!"

"Perhaps you've realized... I'm not the real Sarkaz..."

"...It's okay, I had a feeling about it before, but you did help us after all... You even promised to help Shuangye resolve the issue of her being trafficked by Columbia and having her compensation money embezzled... So, you're actually from Columbia, right?"

"...Yes...as you can see, I'm doing a part-time job...similar to an investigator...and at the same time, as W said, I'm an operator at Rhodes Island...currently mainly in charge of personnel management...and also working in the emergency department of the medical unit...and Rhodes Island is also a registered company of Columbia, so in every sense, I'm a Columbian..."

As she spoke, Nana glared at Afu... Sure enough, the best way to keep a secret is to not have a secret at all. Since the matter has been discovered, then we must be prepared for everyone to know.

If I ever have a similar侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that I can get away with it) again, then I deserve to die!

However, there are advantages to taking off the disguise. Now Nana doesn't need to hide anything, and she doesn't hide her thoughts about controlling the people under her command.

Looking around at the group of people... Afu was the refugee representative, W was the mercenary leader, Frostleaf was shrouded in the looming shadow of Columbia, and Mary... she brought news that Lateran wanted to get involved in his affairs.

Among them, there is a connection as followers of the White Emperor, as well as historical considerations of being enemies for thousands of years... There is someone like Frostleaf who is purely unlucky and suffers an undeserved misfortune, and there is someone like W who is a calamity in himself and wants to chase after the people of the royal court to blow them up... Finally, there is the new factor of being a Sarkaz, which can be considered a characteristic of Sarkaz... Nana just felt that her team was really bizarre.

In the past, when I had no entanglement with them and no relationship whatsoever, I kept a secret. When they suffered misfortune, I would just say "oh," mourn for a couple of seconds, and then go about my business...

But now things are different. He and the refugees have become individuals with intertwined fates. He cannot allow those who know the truth about Rhodes Island's attack on Ursus to wander around. Therefore, he promises to lead them to a place to live.

The mercenaries are the bridge for her to complete her mission, and they also learned the secret that she is both a Sarkaz and a Sarkaz... If these people talk nonsense, it will be troublesome. Nana plans to take them and W to Rhodes Island to give Kal'tsit a headache.

Nana's promise to give Frostleaf an explanation stemmed from her sense of mission as a Columbia agent... But now, Nana could no longer simply view Mary as a humanitarian mission where her safety was guaranteed and she could do whatever she wanted after the mission was over.

"...As you can all see, secrets carry their due weight... Knowing too much, I can no longer let you leave so easily... Even without the matter of Aili and Shia, I would have taken good care of Afu and the others. Shuangye's matter is somewhat related to my part-time job, so I promised from the beginning that I wouldn't abandon them... But now, W... and Sister Mary... I need... to forge a closer relationship with you... Otherwise, given the threat of my identity being exposed, to ensure my personal safety, I will have no choice but to deal with you first..."

Seeing that Nana didn't seem to be joking, Sister Mary was quite nonchalant:

"As for me, as long as you are willing to wait until I finish handling the funeral arrangements for my companions, I... well, I don't care about myself... after all, I was rescued by you, and you are a nun... If you want me to disappear, then I only need to allow you to submit a report saying that I have embarked on a journey to find myself... after all, I am just a minor administrative staff member in the Lateran Organization, so no one will care even if I disappear."

"...It won't be that bad... As long as you're willing to cooperate, I'll take good care of everyone... My promise is here... And if anything unexpected happens to me later, you only need to go to the Rhodes Island office, contact the Rhodes Island headquarters landship, and tell the head of the Rhodes Island medical department about our situation. She will also help make arrangements for everyone..."

Hearing Nana say this, Shuangye, who had been taking care of herself, didn't have anything to say. Seeing Mary's obedience, the little fox only said, "I will follow Mary," and then fell silent.

As for W, who was being stared at by Nana...

"...So, you want more than just cooperation...you also want to...recruit me...and even take my men?"

"They won't let anyone escape from here..."

With this added thought, Nana realized that it was only because those Reunion teams that were different from W's were all dead that she would have had to find a way to bribe those people... Her assassin persona was almost turning into that of a spy who specialized in bribing people.

And W… this Sarkaz, who supposedly inherited the name of the previous mercenary, looked at Nana after much deliberation:

"My need for you... seems to be merely to investigate His Highness's death... After all, I've already eliminated all the assassins from the royal court... To need anything more from you would be tantamount to declaring war on the false king..."

"...If there is a proper reason, I will not be absent..."

"A proper reason...that kind of thing..."

Seeing that W didn't seem very interested, Nana considered her needs and offered a suggestion:

"How about this, I'll recommend you to join Rhodes Island... How about you investigate Kal'tsit yourself? That way you should be able to sense both credibility and sincerity... Most importantly, by doing this, I'm not just bringing in one person, but an entire Sarkaz mercenary squad under your command..."

"...As if a whole squad could defeat you... If I wanted to kill that old woman, would you just stand by and do nothing?"

"If...she really is the murderer who killed her best friend...and if you are truly seeking righteous revenge, then I won't interfere..."

Seeing Nana say that, W tilted his head curiously:

"Huh? This isn't quite what I expected... I thought you were the kind of pure, subservient corporate dog..."

“No, I serve my commandments, my ideals… Kal'tsit made me serve because they shared similar ideals… and if she is the two-faced woman you described, then I would naturally leave… and there would be no question of stopping you from taking action…”

"...In other words, if I'm in the wrong, I'll get beaten up if I make a move..."

Seeing W's "I see" expression, Nana thought for a moment:

"...If it were a colleague, it wouldn't have been this serious... At most, they would have just punched you to calm you down..."

"...Who the hell could take a punch from you?!"

After this angry rebuke, W laughed out loud, then the Sarkaz with white hair and a black dress, adorned with red spots like blood, smiled at Nana:

"Alright, I agree..."

"Which part are you agreeing to? I am recording this as evidence for future administrative proceedings... Please clearly state the conditions you have agreed to and the responsibilities you will fulfill."

"You're really serious~ Okay... I'm willing to join Rhodes Island... Dear Kal'tsit~ wait for me!~"

PS: This is actually the content of the previous chapter, but I didn't have enough time to revise it, so I simply wrote a little more and made it a separate chapter... From our God's perspective, the Sarkaz are the Sarkaz, which is easy to understand, and the two little ones suddenly have halos, which is due to a combination of factors... I can only say that... Sarkaz witchcraft is not pure feudal superstition, and Nana fulfilled her mission as AMA-77 very well.

It seems like I've suddenly spoiled something... But it's okay, even if it's just a replica, as long as everyone remembers that Nana is very special.

PS2: Meow Meow Cat

Fold-eared rabbit!

Although Amiya's ear structure shouldn't allow it to fold up...

4th Crimson Warm Winter: 105 Each Person's Encounter

Once the war begins, no one can easily stop it... When His Highness told me this in the past, I did not understand its meaning.

The decision to behead Princess Theresa was extremely painful.

Just as the princes tacitly raised their weapons at each other... using each other's deaths to stop the war seemed to be part of that tacit understanding.

But... this tacit understanding only exists between the two princes...

The other Sarkaz still hold their own positions, and even though this beheading has been narrowed down to His Highness personally as much as possible, the war is not over.

Even after the commander disappeared, the resistance at Babel did not cease... and the resistance of a few members became even more brutal.

They were meaninglessly, numbly, and fanatically increasing the death toll of the war.

'Kazdel' seems to have become a curse binding everyone... Now that His Highness Theresis hopes to end the chaos in Kazdel as soon as possible, some people... quite a few people are almost self-destructively immersing themselves in a trivial desire for revenge.

Everyone knows that without the symbol of unity, they can't win anything, yet they still pathologically reap the lives of all those involved.

Persuasion and reason were futile for them, and the labels of committee and parliamentary members began to blur... The committee began to pursue stability, while the parliamentary soldiers began to seek revenge.

To achieve our goals, we have to appease the original perpetrators of hatred and spread even greater hatred... To achieve our goal of revenge, we throw everything else to the wind... It seems that we have only reversed our positions, but nothing has changed in essence.

Your Highness Theresis, please give me guidance...

I have confirmed the truth that all the assassins have not returned.

A mercenary named W... and a former council member... my classmate, Azkaren... Under the influence of similar out-of-control rampages by supporters of the princess, all the soldiers abandoned their chance to return to the royal court during the subsequent pursuit.

They were inevitably influenced by that prince during the assassination attempt... They hoped that this shameful infighting would end with them.

But... just as the royal court wouldn't allow hatred to be forgotten or history to be betrayed... the other side finally came to understand the Sarkaz spirit advocated by the royal court...

The bad news is that the hatred and historical hostility are now beginning to fixate on the royal court itself.

Similar to this mission objective... more and more nameless, unidentified Sarkaz are leaving Kazdel... and worse, they may not be as pure as any of His Highnesses.

They are like the dregs left after being exploited by the 'civil war,' or like rotting flesh in a wound... foreign objects that cannot contain their own side, pus that hinders the healing of the wound.

Although they remain members of the Sarkaz, they have become a real obstacle to the reconstruction of Kazdel.

Your Highness Theresis, please give me guidance...

How can we escape this memory of hatred? How can we break free from this cycle of fate?

………………

Put down the pen, confirm what you have written, then seal it with wax, and finally add your seal... That is both a seal of magic and proof of your identity.

"Then, I'll have to entrust this letter to you as well..."

"Mission accomplished, Colonel!"

The royal messenger of Kazdel accepted the wax-sealed letter, gave a solemn salute, then shakily pulled on his hood. The Sarkaz, who could be seen everywhere, mounted his motorcycle as if fleeing for his life and quickly disappeared.

Before him sat on a shield floating in mid-air, his expression constantly shifting between scrutiny, curiosity, and drowsiness.

The young girl herself was expressionless, as if she were just a machine performing a surveillance mission, but her tail rhythmically slapped against the shield. Because Manfred insisted on inspecting the vehicle, they and the exploration vehicle had been stuck in this frozen land for a full two and a half weeks... Anyone who didn't know better would think that Rhodes Island's exploration vehicle had broken down here.

"It's over? All of it?"

"Yes, all the documents and reports have been completed..."

"Then let's go."

As if chasing away something unclean, the kitten made a gesture befitting its childlike nature:

"Go quickly, don't be a nuisance anymore."

"...Although I probably know I'm unpopular...but for some investigative reasons, could I know why you hate me so much? Is it because of the dead soul within me?"

“...Those are my family members...please be polite.”

“Dead souls are a type of Sarkaz. I was just using the term academically… So, you don’t hate Sarkaz because you’re burdened by the oppression of witchcraft…”

Hearing the confirmation in the other person's tone, the kitten put its hands on its hips and raised its tail upwards:

“I don’t hate the Sarkaz, I just hate you… Your soldiers are advancing north, causing Ursus to keep fleeing south…”

"...How will this affect our relationship?"

“The refugees heading south are harassing my troops, and more than half of the Ursus refugees say they have been subjected to rude inspections by Sarkaz soldiers.”