Miss Surtr will ignite the world

With a suspicious-looking guy wearing a mask and military uniform following behind Miss Surtr like a bodyguard, no one dared to pay attention to her anymore.

They looked away in fear, and even the whispers among themselves were hushed.

Unsurprisingly, the group was still discussing the news of the minister's assassination.

If this happened in her time, it would be no less significant than the assassination of a country's president, and it would dominate the trending topics for days.

"The minister is dead. Does this mean our good days are finally coming?"

Some people had high hopes, but were quickly disappointed.

"That's wishful thinking. Have you ever met the minister? What does his death have to do with us? If you ask me, we should think about what to eat tomorrow. Even the trash cans are empty lately."

The existence of ministers is too distant for them. Ordinary people might say "good riddance," but they obviously wouldn't feel much of a connection to it.

Perhaps there will be more expectations for the future, but that's all.

Surtr's gaze swept over the scantily clad crowd around him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Behind her, Esdeath, who had been observing Surtr, seemed to have discovered something new, her tone revealing surprise.

"So you have this kind of interest?"

"Although I don't know what you're talking about, I know you must have misunderstood."

Surtr silently lowered the corner of his mouth.

She's not the kind of nasty person who would find pleasure in seeing other people suffer.

She was happy simply because this place was exactly as she had imagined.

To have a full meal, to be able to stay in a house, and to live until tomorrow.

In places where even survival is difficult, nothing is stronger than the will to live.

This was easy for Surtr to do.

There's nothing shameful about having hobbies that aren't understood by others.

Esdeath's tone suggested she was speaking from experience, indicating that she herself knew that liking torture was considered unusual by ordinary people.

She now seems to regard Surtr as one of her own kind.

No, don't lump me in with you.

Miss Surtr is an outstanding young woman of the new era with good moral character, and she has no perverted hobbies.

"Then what are you doing in a place like this?"

"I'm here to do charity."

As he spoke, a substantial loaf of bread appeared out of thin air in Surtr's hand.

She had the maid prepare this before she arrived; it wasn't particularly delicious, but it was certainly enough to fill her up.

"Are you here to distribute bread to the poor?"

Esdeath had seen this kind of trickery of taking things out of thin air more than once, and no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't figure out how the other party did it.

I didn't sense any similar power fluctuations as last night, which is puzzling.

"That's right. Since you've come along, why don't you come and help out too?"

Surtr nodded, then took a large bag out of her backpack and handed it to Esdeath.

"That's fine, but why bother doing something like this?"

Esdeath took the bag.

I took out the bread, smelled it, tore off a small piece, and tasted it. It seemed fine; it was just ordinary bread.

"Just consider it my pity for them, what are you doing?"

"I've heard that some nobles add addictive drugs to bread and feed it to people in the slums to test its effects."

"That's really awful. You actually compared me to that kind of guy. I've already told you I have no interest in that kind of thing."

It's really annoying that this guy looks at her like that.

"It's just basic vigilance, but it seems you really want to help them."

For Esdeath, who believes in the survival of the fittest, the elimination of the weak is a matter of course, and she has absolutely no interest in helping the weak.

But Surtr is different; she seems to be passionate about protecting the weak.

The reason why he stood on the opposite side of the ministers was probably for a similar reason.

From abilities to personality, the more she observed the other person, the more she felt that they were completely opposite to herself, which made her inevitably interested in them.

Surtr glanced at Esdeath behind her, whose eyes were gleaming, and knew that the other was probably overthinking things.

If it weren't for wanting the raw stones, she would never have come to a place like this. Even if she saw someone starving to death in front of her, she wouldn't feel much. She is essentially a person with little empathy.

"Alright, stop thinking about all that nonsense."

"Get to work. Just give the work to those guys who look like they can't even afford to eat. Ignore the others."

With that, Surtr turned into a small alley.

"understood."

Esdeath followed behind her.

Surtr mostly targeted emaciated children.

Most of these people lack the ability to live independently, have limited knowledge, and therefore have a greater craving for food.

Moreover, they are less resistant to outsiders than adults, making it easier to succeed.

Although the wording is not quite right, they were indeed doing a good deed.

Most people will accept it with gratitude, but of course, there are some who will encounter trouble.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 17: Won't you invite me over for a cup of tea?

"It's all because of you!"

A heart-wrenching roar echoed through the alley.

The disheveled man roared, his pupils, hidden beneath his messy hair, staring intently at Surtr, burning with hatred.

They've probably encountered something similar before, and the outcome probably wasn't good.

Its hands were clenched in the air, as if it wanted to pounce, but a gust of wind held it firmly in place, unable to move.

Surtr didn't want to be touched by him; she was a bit of a germaphobe.

"Please, be quiet."

Without any intention of engaging in a gradual exchange, Miss Surtr directly used her control skills.

At her request, the man who had been acting like a mad dog finally quieted down.

Esdeath raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of ability is this? Mind control?"

"You can think of it as hypnosis or psychological suggestion. But it probably won't work on someone like you."

Her hints would only work on ordinary people at best, and Esdeath was not among them.

"She's really multi-talented."

Esdeath sighed.

"Just a little trick."

As Surtr spoke, a line of text appeared in front of him.

Client: Thomas

[Mission: Take revenge on Éokal]

[Reward: 30 Primogems]

Killing mission.

It seems the other party has a grudge against this guy.

Surtr opened her mouth, wanting to ask for clarification. But remembering that Esdeath was following behind her, she refrained from asking the reason on the spot.

Although things seem harmonious now, how could a wanted criminal possibly tell the police what his next target is?

She doesn't have any strange quirks.

"I'll just go back and ask Najenda later," Surtr said, leaving behind a piece of bread before turning and leaving without looking back.

Ignoring the minor incident, Surtr continued her charity work.

The longer she stayed in the slums, the more she understood.

This is truly the perfect place to complete missions.

Mark was not alone; after that, Miss Surtr encountered several other people in similar circumstances.

The upper echelons of this country have done all sorts of terrible things, driving the people in the slums to the brink of death.

The killing missions keep popping up.

Several completely different names have appeared in the task list, and some of them are even completely unknown to the perpetrators.

She had originally planned to go into the mountains tonight to confront the dangerous species, but then she realized that assassinating them directly might also be a good option.

Honestly, having too many choices can be a hassle.

Surtr smiled genuinely, which Esdeath interpreted as a satisfaction derived from helping others.

This was a feeling she couldn't understand.

Of course, I don't intend to try to understand it either.

The slums of the Empire were vast and populated by a large number of people. Before they had even reached the halfway point, the two had already run out of ammunition.

I glanced at today's haul.

[Raw Stone x980]

If we calculate based on ten Originium Stones per loaf, nearly a hundred people are already on the verge of death.

Of course, Surtr brought far more than a hundred loaves of bread; he didn't only give them to those who could grant wishes.

Basically, anyone who looks pretty bad can get one.

This kind of thing can be bought as long as you have money, and coincidentally, Surtr, who owned a noble family, was not short of money at all.

However, it's a bit slow if she does it all herself. She can hire a few people to help her with the tasks, and then she can just wander around the streets and complete some tasks.

It couldn't be easier.

"Alright, that's enough for now. Let's all go home."

After exploring the general area of ​​the slums, Surtr broke up with him.

She's going back now. Tonight she'll talk to Najendan about the guys on the kill list and see if they have any leads.

"Yeah."

Esdeath nodded, but did not move.

"Aren't you going back?"

She gave a stiff smile and looked at the other person.

"I don't have a curfew."

Esdeath returned the smile.

"Oh, really?"

As she spoke, Surtr randomly chose a direction and walked for a while. Behind her, Esdeath followed on her own, just like before.

Why are you following me?

"I spent the whole afternoon distributing bread for you, won't you invite me over for a cup of tea?"

Esdeath spoke as if she wanted to visit a friend's house.

"hehe."