episode_0044

“Hmm.”

The headquarters of the Seven Deadly Sins.

O-sal, the 5th in the Chilsaldae hierarchy, was leaning calmly against the counter.

“It’s free.”

The headquarters is quiet.

Although the headquarters of an assassination group is usually quiet, the Seven Killers are responsible for handling various tasks.

Tasks such as assassination are mainly performed by the first to last kills. Other miscellaneous tasks are performed by the sixth and seventh kills.

In the meantime, Osal was lounging around at the counter and guiding the customers.

Well, I guess you could say that in the meantime, they are doing all the work for customer management, such as extracting information from them, finding their weaknesses, and brainwashing or drugging them as needed.

“There aren’t any customers these days.”

The trigger was that Il-sal caught a proper slaughterhouse.

Claire Harold.

He is one of the three heroes and the de facto leader of one of the best merchants on the continent. There are rumors that even his father, the leader of the merchants, is retiring, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is just the leader.

It started with a simple request.

Harold Top also received a commission from an unknown source, relating to the distribution of certain items.

The fact that it had to go through an assassination squad would mean that it was something related to extremely secret distribution.

‘Maybe they don’t want to get their hands dirty. It’s not that moving things is difficult, it’s that taking responsibility when you get caught is difficult.’

Ilsalnim explained it like this.

‘So, make sure not to reveal your identity and transport it carefully. If you just complete this quest, you will be able to obtain Claire.’

It was just as she said.

Claire, fascinated by Chilsaldae’s neat work, increasingly entrusted them with all sorts of large and small requests, and as a result, her dependence on them grew deeper and deeper.

Ilsalnim was bold.

They charged double or triple the usual commission fee.

At some point, Harold’s commissions far exceeded those of all the other commissioners.

“It was a really easy request.”

Recently, there were incidents where six-year-olds and seven-year-olds went missing.

We went to the emergency support, but the surroundings were cleaned up. There were also traces of safe evacuation. We will return tomorrow at the earliest, or within this week at the latest.

It was a common occurrence for assassins, who always had to wait for a certain moment.

“The two cowards will go and make it even worse.”

As he muttered, Osal straightened the collar of his crooked shirt.

Anyway, the owner of Chilsaldae is Ilsal.

And, Ilsal is a beast.

A beast that never spares its wounded prey.

‘We’re going to swallow Harold’s top.’

One day, after Claire had left the job, Ilsal declared in a calm tone as if he was going to go grocery shopping.

That was the day the plan to take over Harold’s top began.

“If only Samsalnim succeeds in assassinating me today…”

There are already rumors going around in Harold’s upper ranks that Claire is crazy. He assassinates Claire and pretends that she died of illness. He puts the president of the company forward and takes over the upper ranks.

“It’s definitely too dangerous to live as an assassin hehe.”

While we were laughing like that, the chef brought out the food.

bar.

This was the space where most of the work was done by the 5th rank in the Chilsaldae hierarchy.

“Yes, this is your requested steak, cooked as close to rare as possible. ”

The chef’s hands tremble as he puts down the plate.

Osal frowned.

“Who’s eating it? Just put it down.”

“Sorry… I’m sorry.”

“If you can’t even put down a plate properly, how are you going to cook? Tsk.”

Osal rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

Anyway, let’s enjoy cooking.

The blood-dripping steak seemed cooked just to his taste.

Crunch, rustling.

The cold sound of a knife echoing across a wide space.

Every time the chef’s hands trembled, the knife wound on the back of his hand twitched.

Gulp.

The ogre who swallowed the meat nods his head.

Are you satisfied?

“If this suits your taste, that’s it.”

The moment the chef bowed his head and was about to step back.

“Wait a minute.”

Shh.

Osal raised his hand with a smile.

He had a knife in his index and middle fingers.

“Well… If there’s anything strange, I’ll do it again. Please, forgive me.”

The cook knelt down as if this was a familiar experience.

But Osal just shrugged his shoulders.

“No, no. I just think it’s a little too ripe.”

“I’ll make it again.”

“Hey chef.”

“Yes…”

Whirlyrick.

The knife makes a full circle in his hand.

Draws a perfectly accurate circle.

“I’ve told you at least four times. How can it not get better? Are you not even listening to what I say?”

“Oh, no. As much as possible….”

Phew.

A knife for slicing a steak is stuck in the back of a person’s hand.

The chef’s eyes widened.

“Kkaaah!”

A scream follows.

Osal frowns.

“That’s right. Cook it until it’s just about screaming. Flick, flick. It should taste like meat jumping.”

“Keuheuheuheuk… Yes… Kkurruk.”

“How many times has this happened? I’ve told you four times recently. Let’s do better.”

“Sorry… Ugh. I’m sorryaaaah!”

Another knife mark across the back of the chef’s hand.

Osal, who tasted the blood on the knife, snickers.

“It has to be this fresh to be worth eating.”

Swish.

He wipes the blood from his steak and continues eating.

“Well, then I’m off.”

A chef bows his head while spitting out blood.

Osal shook his head.

“You have to smell the blood to get the taste, so just stand there. You have to take responsibility for your mistakes.”

“Ugh. Yes.”

“But it’s a little weak. Come here.”

“…Huh?”

“Come and see. It’ll whet your appetite even more.”

Osal’s eyes shine menacingly.

His knife points to the chef’s neck.

“Ugh…”

The cook walked.

Because no matter which path I chose, I was sure to die.

At least if they like it, they might let you live.

That was the hope.

“That’s an absurd expectation.”

Phew.

Osal, who had held back laughter, swung his knife.

A knife flying straight towards the chef’s carotid artery.

at that time.

“…?”

A panicked Osal.

The chef with his eyes tightly shut.

And the knife stopped after digging about 1mm into the chef’s neck.

The scenery was frozen, as if it were a still image.

And through that hard landscape, a slightly rough voice is heard.

“Hello. I came to see you, Ilsal.”

It was Lloyd.

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“shi… Did you stop time?”

The village chief mutters as he looks at the people who have stopped.

Lloyd sighed deeply.

“I was just frozen in surprise. The only thing that stopped me was the knife. Please hurry and secure the passage as planned. Yulia, the village chief…”

“Okay. Okay. ”

Julia nodded coldly and disappeared into the hallway beyond the counter, leading the village chief.

Only then does the servant in the butler’s uniform come to his senses and look this way.

‘Quite a vicious aura, and those googly eyes. His taste in steak is… the worst. Is that maybe Osal?’

Lloyd stood in front of him, inferring the situation from the explanation Claire had given.

“Excuse me. How long are you going to act cool?”

Squeak.

Only then does the man’s body move.

At the same time, the knife that was aiming for the chef’s carotid artery falls.

Lloyd opens his mouth.

“If you want to live, run away right now.”

“Hee… Eek!”

The chef disappears into the distance towards the entrance.

Looking at Lloyd, the man, Osal, opens his mouth.

“What are you here for?”

Honorifics that flow out even in this situation.

Lloyd was inwardly impressed.

This guy knows how to measure combat power.

People usually ignore me because of my young appearance.

“Ah. I’m thinking of taking on that request.”

“What is your request?”

“Of course it’s a secret. It’s a really scary request, I want to meet you, Ilsal.”

“Ilsalnim does not accept requests without permission. Do you have money?”

“How much does it cost?”

“Starting from a minimum of 1 billion kroner.”

“Ahh.”

Lloyd scratched the back of his head as if in trouble.

“My body is worth exactly 1 billion kroner. Can’t I do it? I don’t have that much cash.”

“I don’t accept anything other than cash.”

“It’s difficult.”

Lloyd chuckled.

Only then does an awkward smile appear on the man’s lips.

“Please just go back.”

“But the group goes in first. That won’t work, right?”

“I will guide you well.”

“How?”

“That’s right……”

A fleeting silence.

Lloyd bowed his head.

A dark magic that passes over it.

Lloyd raised his head again and was holding the knife that had fallen earlier in his hand.

“There was a dish left here.”

“That’s right.”

Ohsal answers calmly.

Lloyd chuckled and walked towards the counter.

Lloyd holds out the handle of his knife towards Osal.

“I’ll give it back to you.”

Then he turned the knife around and pierced the back of Osal’s hand.

“…….?”

Was this level of speed unexpected?

A scream burst out from Osal’s mouth late.

“Ah…ugh!”

He who opens the distance in an instant.

But Lloyd accelerated his body once more, driving the knife handle deeper into the wound.

“Keuheuheu!”

Even the most trained assassin suffers greatly when taken by surprise.

It’s just a mechanical response to a crisis.

Osal, who had thrown himself into the distance while screaming, swung his hands at an invisible speed.

– Crunch!

A knife swiping past Lloyd’s cheek.

At the stinging sensation, Lloyd stopped the wound in its tracks.

As expected, the poison faintly paralyzes some of the muscles.

“Fuck!”

Screaming murder.

Lloyd raised only one corner of his mouth and closed the distance in an instant.

“…….?”

No. I was just pretending to narrow it down.

Osal looks down blankly at his feet.

The ankles, which were fixed to the floor, were separated from the legs.

“Ah. That’s something I practiced this time. There are many experts who can sense when they stop their entire body, but they can’t sense parts of their body. They have to be very careful to hold it still. ”

Lloyd chuckled.

Lloyd approaches, swinging the knife that fell to the floor.

From Osal’s point of view, there was no disaster.