'Hmm. You understand what we're here for, and you let the girl go first. I like girls with brains.

　The first, who emerged out of nowhere, out of the landscape, was a woman about 5'7" tall.

　Her eyes were ashen.

　Hmm.
　So she was using the magic of the ashen eyes to assimilate her body color with the surrounding scenery?

　The fact that she was dressed as naked was probably her own way of trying to increase the accuracy of her magic as much as possible.

　It looks like the same kind of magic, but changing the color of clothing is the domain of the black eye system.

　With magic outside of her specialty lineage, it's inevitably easy for roughness to appear.

''Kaa!　I'm finally getting used to it.　I didn't think this kid was going to notice my presence!

　The second person, a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, appeared next, upside down, with his feet on a tree branch.

　His eye color was green.

　He's a sorcerer who specializes in the magic of the wind attribute.

　What the man was wearing was something that resembled the 'ninja costume' traditionally used in the eastern island country.

　The blue-eyed sorcerer specializes in using wind-attribute magic to enhance his own speed.

　Judging from the method of his tail, there was a high possibility that this man was also a blue-eyed sorcerer with an orthodox fighting style.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it. It's quite an interesting gem.

Give me a break. At your young age, you must be a real monster to find out you're following me.

　One thing I've learned.
　Based on the content of the conversation, these two people probably approached me not of their own volition, but at someone else's request.

　Well, I am dimly aware of the identity of the client, but let's ask them as an answer to the question.

'Who is your client?　What's the purpose of ordering you to watch me?

　I ask, and a middle-aged man in a ninja costume raises the corners of his mouth slightly.

I'm sorry, kid," he says, "but we're still professionals. I'm a professional. The name of the client can not be cracked, even if it is dead.

Okay.

　That's a good answer for me.
　It's not worth it for me to fight for it if I'm not going to say anything.

So, kid. "So, kid, I'm sorry, but you're going to die here.

'I can't believe such a pretty girl is the target: ....... I'm tickled.



　The two assassins each pick up a magic tool and become ready for battle.

　Hmph.
　I really feel sorry for them.

　Ever since I was reincarnated in this world, I hadn't been able to really fight for a while, so I was frustrated.

　To me, it's the first 'quality toy' I've been able to find in 200 years.

　I'm sorry, but I don't feel like I can take it easy at all today.