Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The poor people's expectations for bread have decreased considerably.

At the end of the day, you can only earn about a hundred yuan.

What a greedy bunch.

Focus your gaze on what's in front of you.

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After several days of intense grinding, the amount of raw stones has increased dramatically to a level sufficient for two time travels.

However, there are still two wishes that have not been fulfilled. There are still many dangerous species in the wild waiting for her to conquer, so staying a little longer won't hurt.

Dangerous species can be visited anytime, but dealing with the poor is a bit more difficult.

Surtr considered whether it was necessary to starve them for a few days before giving them alms.

Since she was after the raw stones anyway, she didn't see anything wrong with it.

However, this is still too inefficient.

Indeed, simply making bread was a bit too monotonous.

This wish is the simplest, but also the easiest to fulfill. It can bring some high returns at the beginning, but it lacks staying power.

Furthermore, the fact that you need to trigger the wish yourself is also a challenge, which can waste a lot of time.

Using a familiar is possible; I tested it before in the Holy Grail War. But after triggering it, you still have to go to the door yourself for service.

Why can't those who have the desire come to us themselves?

Surtr thought to himself that if wishes could come to him, it would undoubtedly save a lot of time.

Yeah, why not let the other person come over on their own?

A sudden inspiration struck her; she felt she had grasped a key point.

However, it is too rough, as if it is seen through a hazy fog, and it is difficult to see it clearly for a long time.

Surtr put down his coffee and frowned.

This feeling of "it seems okay, but I don't know exactly what it will work" is quite unpleasant.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into her view on the street outside the glass window.

She was a lively and cheerful girl with healthy, tanned skin. She had forgotten her name, but she remembered her identity very clearly.

The other party is a member of the Anning Dao, or rather, a religious member.

Surtr suddenly realized what that fleeting flash of inspiration in his mind was.

religion!

pray!

Nothing is more fervent than faith.

Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be in the form of religion.

She had heard many stories like fountains that could grant wishes or all-powerful wishing machines in her past life.

She possesses the Holy Grail; she can grant any wish that isn't too difficult!

Surtr's eyes lit up.

It seems like it has potential.

I took a sip of coffee and calmed myself down a bit.

Of course, this isn't something you can just figure out on a whim; there are a few issues to resolve first.

First of all, security measures are necessary, after all, this thing is genuine, and it's hard to guarantee that no one will have any ulterior motives.

Let's go back and study something like a defensive magic array.

There's also the Holy Grail's energy.

This is also quite important; if too many people make wishes, the magic power will likely be completely depleted.

It's clearly unrealistic to rely solely on Surtr to fill the gap.

We need to think of some other solutions.

Ok

Perhaps faith is a good choice.

The people's faith also has power. Surtr doesn't need faith, but perhaps it can be used to power the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail grants wishes, and believers then recharge the Holy Grail.

Perfect cycle.

How to apply it still needs to be studied; hopefully, it's written in the teachings left by Medea.

However, the light in Surtr's eyes gradually dimmed when he thought of those magic textbooks, which were much thicker than the Oxford Dictionary.

But there's no other way; it's all for the raw stones.

After settling the bill, Surtr returned to the mansion with mixed feelings of anticipation and repulsion.

After greeting Bella, she went into her room, took a deep breath, took out her textbooks, and made a grand vow.

"Watch me learn it today."

night.

"Knock knock, Lord Surtr, dinner is ready."

A muffled sound echoed in the dimly lit room.

Her tightly closed eyelids trembled.

A moment later, inside the room, on the desk by the window, a dark shadow raised its head from the desk.

The cool moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a shimmering silver thread between the shadows of people and the tabletop.

Surtr skillfully wiped his mouth, blinked, looked out the window at the completely dark sky, and muttered to himself.

"It seems I was so engrossed in my studies that I didn't notice the passage of time."

"Yes, that must be it."

Miss Surtr successfully convinced herself.

"I've already done my best today, let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

He carefully cleaned the drool stains off the book, tossed it into his backpack, and responded when the knocking sounded again.

"I see."

Bella and I went downstairs, and as soon as we entered the living room, we saw Najenda walk in from outside carrying a stack of papers. Behind her was Seryu, who had been reborn; the two seemed to be getting along quite well.

Good evening, Miss Surtr.

Seryu greeted her cheerfully, seemingly having completely forgotten the minor unpleasantness of the past few days.

Of course, it was forgotten passively.

The optimization was very effective, and even Najendan praised the other party for their great potential.

As for the issue of identity.

A former member of the Imperial Guard who wanted to uphold justice after discovering his superior's corruption, but was punched and rendered brain-damaged.

If you look at it separately, it's not exactly a lie.

"good evening."

Surtr nodded in response.

"These are the files on the officials you asked me to investigate. Below are a few more targets that need to be assassinated."

Najendan handed the papers in her hand to Surtr.

"clear."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 22: Mental Fortitude Needs Improvement

Night falls on the flower-lined street.

As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle.

The streets, quiet and deserted during the day, seem to transform at this time of year, with ambiguous neon lights filling the streets and alleys.

The rich scent of perfume wafted from inside the house, enticing passersby.

The men strolled through the streets, openly surveying the scantily clad women on both sides of the road, searching for their targets for tonight's pleasure.

The women warmly greeted passing men, crowding around them and pulling them into the store to drain their bodies and wallets.

Surtr, now in Night Raid mode, stood on the rooftop, gazing at the indecent scene below, feeling a surge of itch.

It looks like a kitten is crawling.

If it were a man, she would definitely want to go and broaden her horizons.

But that won't work.

If she were to go in now, she would feel like she was losing out big time. No, it's not just a feeling, she would definitely lose out big time.

Regret.

Let's focus on carrying out the mission.

Retrieve the data.

Look, look.

The first target was Prosecutor Sid.

This guy abused his position to protect officials in his faction from committing crimes, and he was also a womanizer who would often frame women he fancied with false charges to force them to submit to him.

He's a complete scumbag.

Miss Surtr loves this kind of scumbag the most.

One head is worth 375 raw stones.

I spent a few days in the capital, and the price of these raw stones has actually increased a bit, which is really something to celebrate.

Target confirmed, documents put away, and presence concealed. Surtr vanished into the night.

Inside the most upscale brothel on Red Street.

Inside the luxurious room, a slightly overweight middle-aged man, surrounded by several women, squinted his eyes, loosened his belt, and was about to commit an illicit act.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir West Germany".

A man's voice came from outside the door.

"what's up."

The Spanish speaker, annoyed that his good time had been interrupted, was in a displeased tone.

"It's already night. Recently, assassins have been rampant in the capital. For your safety, I suggest you return to your residence as soon as possible."

The man offered a well-intentioned reminder.

"Tsk, is it that night raid again? Are all the sheriffs in the capital useless? It's been so long and they still haven't caught anyone."

West Germany was astonished.

The recent night raid by that idiot has caused quite a stir in the Empire. Although it has only been a few days since the enemy appeared, their performance has been frighteningly strong.

The fact that he assassinated a minister alone is enough to place him at the pinnacle of the assassination world.

Now every official in the empire is praying that they won't be targeted by the other side.

The same was true for West Germany.

He absolutely does not want to see that kind of horrible guy.

But even a place like the royal palace couldn't protect the ministers, so what good would it do if they really went back?

It's better to stay in a crowded place like this, where you can use ordinary people as shields when things get really tough.