Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Once inside the walls, Surtr lay close to the ground, hidden in the shadows, and took out a floor plan, comparing it to the palace one by one.

Regardless of the era, unless you want to suffocate, bedrooms almost always have windows.

And as long as there are windows, there's no need to wander into the palace like you're exploring a maze.

However, the blueprints are not very accurate; they can only provide her with a general location. She will probably still need to find several rooms.

This is not difficult.

The only problem is whether those guys in the sky will see through my disguise.

Surtr looked up.

In the sky.

Even though it was already late at night, those dangerous creatures still hadn't returned to their nests and were still circling in the sky above the royal palace.

These guys weren't far from the minister's residence.

Wild animals can sometimes be far more perceptive than humans.

Yeah, be careful.

Thinking this, Surtr took out the Holy Grail and cast the Concealment buff on himself.

Unfortunately, the Holy Grail's power and range are limited, making it impossible to use it to kill remotely without a medium; otherwise, there would be no need for me to make the trip myself.

A moment later, Surtr, having applied the buff, floated above the palace, found a spot, and pressed himself against the outer wall. The curtains obscured the view inside, but it didn't matter. Gripping the Holy Grail, Surtr flashed and disappeared into the wall.

The room was pitch black.

Surtr landed silently on the ground, her boots crunching on the soft carpet. The walls were adorned with paintings, and every piece of furniture was inlaid with jewels and gold.

You can roughly tell the homeowner's personality just by looking at the room's decor.

He's a guy with no taste and a penchant for extravagance.

Looking at the nauseating self-portrait on the wall, Surtr felt that he was quite lucky to have found it on his first try.

She raised her hand, aimed at a large bed in the bedroom, and prepared to set the other person's ashes on fire.

But suddenly, she frowned.

Put your hand down.

He walked to the bedside, took out his staff, and lifted the blanket covering the bed.

Splash!

The heavy quilt lay on the ground, but it was empty.

Nobody here?

trap?

Having seen many tricks before, Surtr immediately thought of this possibility, her body tensed for a moment, but then relaxed immediately.

Even Najenda only just learned that she was coming here. Even the ministers would never have imagined that someone would come to the palace to assassinate her on the very first day.

Moreover, the all-seeing eye saw nothing.

It's not a trap? But this should definitely be the minister's room.

The paintings on the wall perfectly illustrate this point; it's impossible that someone other than a minister would hang the other party's painting on the wall.

Okay, maybe some simps might be.

But she still preferred that this was the minister's room.

Surtr walked around the room; it was very tidy, probably tidied up by the maids.

However, there were obvious signs of life around the house, so the owner must not have been away for long.

Could it be that guy was out gallivanting around at night instead of sleeping?

It's not impossible, after all, he's the kind of guy who doesn't come home at night, it's all too normal for him. Maybe he's currently at that nobleman's house, getting intimate with the other man's wife.

Should we wait here for him to come back?

Obviously, that was impossible; she didn't want to wait for him in a place like this all night.

Surtr tried to find some hair or something similar in the room, but the palace maids seemed too professional and left no trace.

With no other option, she could only find one of the other person's clothes in the wardrobe, throw it on the ground, tap the tip of her staff on the ground, take out the Holy Grail, and begin divination.

"Ernest's position."

"Surtr read aloud."

Then, ripples appeared in the clear water in the cup, the blade in his hand trembled slightly, and Surtr felt a pull on his hand. He let go, as if influenced by some mysterious force, and his staff tilted slightly in one direction with a force that would have made Newton turn his coffin upside down.

Not outside the palace?

And it looks like it's not too far from her.

Why are you running around so late at night instead of staying in your room to sleep?

Surtr thought to himself, picked up his clothes, grabbed the Holy Grail, and headed straight in the direction indicated by the divination.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 10: The Most Steadfast Royalist

An invisible figure moved through the desolate palace like a ghost.

The patrolling soldiers couldn't spot her, and the walls were useless as cover.

Surtr ran rampant in the palace, treating people as nothing more than a gentle breeze passing by.

She stopped briefly as she passed a room.

The room was decorated luxuriously, but unlike the minister's extremely ostentatious, nouveau riche style, the room in front of him was much more aesthetically pleasing.

Of course, that alone was not enough to make Surtr stop.

Turning my gaze to the large bed in the room, I walked to the bedside and saw a young, innocent face.

She was probably no more than ten years old, with red lips and white teeth, and shoulder-length hair. At first glance, it was hard to tell whether she was male or female.

Although I have never seen one before, there are very few children in the entire empire who can live in such a place.

[Client: Alfonso León Fernando]

[Mission: To become a wise ruler like my father]

[Rewards: 2000 Primogems, 5 random rewards]

The other person's wish flashed in my eyes.

The client was a completely unfamiliar name, but judging from the wishes expressed, the other party's identity was self-evident.

The current emperor of the empire is also a tool used by his ministers to rule the country.

Surtr was filled with awe; from this day forward, she would be the most steadfast royalist in the country.

The rules of the Wish are probably similar to those of the Partners of Justice; Surtr must have a significant enough impact on the other's path to becoming king.

But this is much more difficult than being a partner in justice.

Whether a monarch is wise or not is not determined by his own opinion, but by the people.

The young emperor before us may become a benevolent ruler in the future, but he is still a long way from being a truly wise and benevolent monarch.

Surtr isn't good at this either. She can help the enemy kill all the traitors and rebels, but governing a country is obviously too difficult for her.

Ultimately, it depends on the other party's efforts.

But apart from that, she isn't completely incapable of doing anything.

The current emperor is still suffering from his young age and is too naive. Even if his ministers die, he will inevitably be manipulated by others.

If we only consider this point, it's not that she has no way out.

There's an idiom from my past life: "a dream of wealth and glory."

It is roughly about a poor scholar who spends his life in luxury and honor in a dream, but when he wakes up, he finds that not much time has passed, and finally he has a profound realization.

Regardless of the idiom's meaning, the dream-like methods used in the story are something that Miss Surtr, who possesses the Holy Grail, could also do.

It's obviously impossible to turn someone into a mentally mature adult overnight through such methods, but at least it can prevent them from believing everything they say and make them have a basic sense of self-preservation.

Raise the Holy Grail.

But I gradually let go of it.

In the rush, she hadn't yet figured out what kind of story would be suitable for the young emperor, whose mind was still immature, and it wouldn't be good if she frightened him.

Go back and think about it carefully.

Coming to the palace is as easy as coming home.

Before leaving, Surtr reached out and took a hair from the emperor's head.

That way, if anything unexpected happens, she can easily find the other person.

After tidying up his hair and confirming the direction with divination again, his figure disappeared from the room.

This time there was no further delay.

After passing through the complex corridors, Surtr came to a large metal door.

The location indicated by the divination is just ahead.

Is there anything special about this place? Why would a minister stay up all night to come here?

Surtr glanced around. The identical doors were neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, and the wall lamps cast a dim yellow light, illuminating the deep corridor.

It doesn't look like anything special.

Could it be that one of the minister's mistresses lives in here?

Surtr turned his gaze away and stopped thinking about it. He was already dead anyway, why bother thinking about it so much?

Clutching the Holy Grail, ripples of magic spread as she took a step forward. The heavy door offered no obstruction; her body disappeared into it as if submerged in water.

Even before I could see, a loud snore reached my ears.

Surtr looked toward the source of the sound and saw a humanoid creature, as fat as a pig, lying on the bulging bed.

That undisguised desire caught Surtr's eye, and unsurprisingly, it was the minister.

But unexpectedly, there was only one person in the bed.

Before entering, she had even mentally prepared herself for what kind of horrible things she would see here.

That's the result.

boring.

Surtr curled his lip, magic clinging to the blade, transforming into sword light, rising from below, ready to swing forward.

At the same time, a loud metallic clang rang out, and the heavy iron door was kicked down by some powerful force, rushing towards Surtr in the center of the room like a cannonball.

After putting the Holy Grail back into his backpack, Surtr raised his left hand to his side and quickened the chopping motion of his right hand.

White mist rose from outside the door, and the chill seeped into the space, as if winter had descended upon the room in an instant.

The magical sword light struck the transparent ice surface, producing a crisp shattering sound. The heat and cold dissipated, turning into scalding white mist that filled the space.

A hint of regret flashed in his crimson eyes.

The transparent ice surface formed a thick barrier between Surtr and the ministers, and the cold air licked Surtr's face, only to be dispelled by the heat.

"Surtr is really bold. On your very first day in the capital, you dare to break into the palace at night. Even I have to admire you."

A surprised voice came from outside the door, slightly muffled, as if there was something between them. Surtr casually tossed aside the door, which was large enough to cover his entire body, and turned his head slightly.

A tall woman wearing a shirt and shorts, barefoot, and wearing a white mask walked in from outside the door. The floor beneath her feet was frozen, as if winter itself was approaching her.

Surtr's gaze swept over the other person's long, slender legs, then looked behind them. The door to the room behind was open, revealing its simple, unadorned interior.

So that's how it is. Esdeath's room is right across from this one.

We've found out why the minister came here so late at night.

Can you tell me how you found me?

Surtr was curious.

She thought she was quite careful, so where did she give herself away?