Ch.130You May Kill Me. (1)

“I’ll order something to drink first.”

The Serial Murderer smiled brightly.

“The shop owner has been giving us looks for a while now. It seems you’ve been sitting here for hours, so you should have at least ordered a latte. What’s with the espresso? So cheap.”

Before Olivia could open her mouth, the Serial Murderer abruptly stood up and walked straight to the counter. The barista who made eye contact with him flinched. He seemed to have suppressed his killing intent, but his gaze wasn’t something an ordinary person could withstand.

Yet the fact that the barista only trembled slightly meant…

‘So that’s where the surveillance was coming from.’

He was definitely one of the informants dispatched by Aria.

“W-would you like to order?”

“Yes. One café latte, please.”

“Yes! But, um, the payment…”

“That lady over there will pay for it.”

The Serial Murderer raised his hand and pointed at Olivia.

“What? We meet after 10 years and you can’t buy me one of these?”

“…”

“You came here because you need something from me, right? A coffee is cheap for getting my cooperation.”

“Fine, just go pay.”

Ting.

Olivia flicked a silver coin. The Serial Murderer caught it with a smile in his eyes.

“See, I knew I could reason with you.”

After paying the balance, the Serial Murderer returned to his seat.

“So, what brings you here after no contact for 10 years?”

Red eyes.

That was why the barista—no, the informant—had trembled earlier.

The barista came over with a tray to clear the empty cups. The Serial Murderer received his café latte with a bright smile.

There was no conversation between them. Olivia just silently took a sip of her espresso.

“I needed to check something.”

“Check? What?”

“Whether there are remnants of the Demon God hidden inside you.”

“…After 10 years? Wait, don’t tell me you’ve been searching for that all this time?”

Indeed, it was a reasonable question.

Perhaps “Olivia” already knew about the remnants of the Demon God.

“Think what you want.”

“Why are you telling me so straightforwardly? That’s not like you.”

Because there was nothing to gain from playing mind games with him.

If she engaged in unnecessary psychological warfare, he might follow her around all day, which would only be disadvantageous for her.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.

‘…As expected. It’s not him either.’

No matter how many times she checked the Serial Murderer’s status window, nothing unusual appeared.

In fact, she had suspected this since reading Aria’s report.

If he had merged with the Demon God’s remnants, he would have turned a city upside down, not just killed one or two people here and there.

Olivia clicked her tongue.

‘…Looks like I’ll have to go to the brothel.’

If she remembered correctly, the “Great Witch” would definitely be holed up in some brothel somewhere in the Western Archipelago.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that this iteration’s “Demon God Expedition” was definitely not normal.

Kiel and Livga were fine, but the other two being the Serial Murderer and the Great Witch?

It was a wonder they managed to defeat the Demon God without internal conflict.

‘…Was some kind of experiment conducted at that time?’

Olivia had seen the normal ending hundreds of times. After getting tired of clearing with the same members every time, she had tried experimental combinations like this.

In the end, she realized once again that the standard approach was best.

Olivia pulled out the documents she had received from Aria from her spatial storage.

[August 17th. Rented the top floor of the brothel for a month.]

[September 17th. Rented the top floor of the brothel for a month.]

[October 17th. Rented the top floor of…]

No wonder nine-tenths of the report was about the Great Witch.

This crazy woman had spent the entire 10 years holed up in brothels.

‘…She’s definitely not normal.’

Despite having the title of Great Witch, she still helped defeat the Demon God, and this guy who enjoys killing while pretending to be normal…

Indeed, among the returners, only Livga was normal.

The Serial Murderer, who had been peeking at the report, raised his eyebrows and said:

“Next is the Great Witch? You won’t gain much by going there. You know how she detests demons.”

“I’ll handle it, so shut up.”

“No, it’s frustrating. Why go through all this trouble?”

“Do you have some innovative method, then?”

“I do.”

The Serial Murderer twirled his hat on his finger. The motion resembled spinning a knife.

“Just kill all four of us. Me, that annoying Kiel, the Saintess, and the Great Witch. All of them.”

His eyes gleamed eerily. A jack knife had appeared in his hand.

“Oh, and if possible, kill me last. I really want to see that bastard Kiel die.”

He was definitely insane.

“Don’t look at me like that. No matter how hard I try alone, I can’t kill Kiel.”

The Serial Murderer pointed his jack knife at Olivia and said:

“Now that the Demon God is dead, you’re the only one who can kill them all.”

“No.”

“Why? Because of Kiel? He is strong. But… he’s no match for you, is he?”

He wasn’t wrong. When those at their peak fight, the one with more experience wins.

And at least in this iteration, Kiel probably hadn’t experienced fighting a level 100 mage.

“…”

Feeling his piercing gaze, Olivia cut off her thoughts and looked away.

The Serial Murderer had been wearing an amused expression for a while.

It wasn’t hard to guess why.

He had said Olivia was stronger than Kiel. And by seriously considering it, Olivia had essentially admitted the possibility that she might oppose Kiel if things went wrong.

Damn it.

“And if you still can’t find it after all that…”

“You want me to die?”

“Hey, what if you don’t have the remnants? That would only benefit the Demon God.”

The Serial Murderer stretched out both hands, pointing to opposite ends of the city.

A vicious and cruel gaze.

“From here to there. Kill everyone.”

The Serial Murderer’s fingers gradually rose toward the sky.

“If you still can’t find it, kill even more. The Free City of Makina, the Western Archipelago, the Empire… and then everyone on the continent.”

The Serial Murderer’s eyes glowed red.

“Eventually it will appear, right? And if you still can’t find it then… there’s no choice. As you said, suicide is the only option.”

His eyes seemed to be asking, “What do you think?”

As if testing her reaction.

‘…’

When Olivia remained silent, the Serial Murderer’s face became expressionless.

“Actually, I’ve known you arrived in this city for quite some time. Do you know why I watched you for three hours before approaching?”

“Why?”

“I was excited.”

Swish!

“…”

Crack.

The jack knife embedded itself right next to the barista.

If Olivia hadn’t altered its path with magic, it would have pierced his head.

“…Are you insane?”

No matter that he was a member of the Demon God Expedition, he had just crossed a line.

The “license to kill” that Aria had provided was meant for criminals who had committed serious crimes, not for killing informants from the knighthood.

“The insane one is you, Olivia.”

The Serial Murderer flicked his finger.

Death God.

A scythe appeared in mid-air and hooked around the necks of passersby on the street. The same happened to the informant disguised as a barista. As the informant trembled in fear, the Serial Murderer spoke again.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know that His Majesty the Emperor’s lackeys were watching me?”

“…”

“Yet I left them alone. Why?”

Slash.

The scythe cut something.

“Ten years ago, you and I made a promise.”

It penetrated.

“Ah, ah…?”

A fountain of blood erupted.

Simultaneously, something fell to the floor.

Fingers, joints, palms, arms, and even shoulders.

Pieces of flesh that were once parts of bodies rolled randomly on the floor.

“…!”

Olivia grabbed the Serial Murderer by the collar, cursing.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“They’ve been watching me for 10 years, so of course they have to pay the price, right?”

Numerous passersby lay sprawled on the street. Not all had lost their arms.

People with suspiciously high levels for ordinary pedestrians.

They were all informants sent by Aria to monitor the Serial Murderer.

“I’ve been patient for a long time. For 10 years, I’ve killed people moderately as you asked, and I didn’t cross the line. Now it’s your turn to keep your promise.”

“What promise?”

“See, that’s strange. There’s no way you wouldn’t remember our promise.”

Are you really Olivia?

The Serial Murderer—no.

The Death God who had single-handedly slain the Great Demon Baphomet smiled.

The moment she faced that smile, strange scenes flashed before her eyes. They were memories Olivia didn’t recognize.

[If I come to see you again, you can kill me then.]

[But in return, make me one promise.]

[That you won’t cross the line until then.]

Fragmented scenes connecting sporadically.

Startled, Olivia released his collar and stepped back.

“What is this…?”

“That’s more like it.”

The Serial Murderer licked his lips and stared at Olivia with a chilling gaze.

“There’s no way you could have forgotten.”