Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The soldier seemed incredulous at the answer. Who could possibly run away from a general? He didn't know, and dared not even think about it.

All you need to do is execute the commands.

"By the way, where is His Majesty the Emperor?"

Esdeath asked.

"His Majesty is in his bedchamber, and General Bude is serving as his guard."

"I understand, go ahead."

With a wave of her hand, Esdeath returned to her chambers. The minister's death was such a significant piece of news that it was necessary to report it to the Emperor.

But before that, I need to change my clothes.

A faint light appeared on the horizon.

The black veil was lifted, and the orange-red sunrise stretched outwards from the mountains.

The city is awakened from its slumber.

The Hall family mansion, in front of the gate.

Najendan paced anxiously back and forth in front of the door, arms crossed, glancing up every now and then at the very center of the capital.

Then he lowered his head and continued pacing.

A visible irritation lingered on Surtr's meticulously crafted, beautiful face.

A night has passed.

Several hours have passed since Surtr infiltrated the palace, and he still hasn't returned.

Shortly after the other party left, she used the pumpkin's "eight times scope" to observe the firelight in the palace. Without a doubt, Surtr had been discovered.

Logically speaking, even if they were discovered, escaping shouldn't be a problem for the other party given their strength.

But so much time has passed and there's still no news.

Did they fail to escape? Or were they seriously injured?

Najenda scratched her head. The other person was now her only lifeline. If she were to see his corpse in the square on the very first night of the alliance, it would be hell.

She felt a pang of regret for letting Surtr break into the palace alone.

Although she felt that the other party most likely wouldn't listen to her anyway.

Taking two deep breaths, Najendan continued pacing. There was nothing she could do but wait; she couldn't very well go to the palace and throw her life away.

Surtr, you absolutely have to be alright.

He prayed like this.

Finally, after a moment, at the edge of the line of sight, a dark figure was walking along the empty street, bathed in the cold morning light.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 14: Starting with a Bowl

"Oh, so you were waiting for me?"

Najenda remained silent as Surtr, munching on an ice pop and carrying shopping bags, greeted her in a tone as if he had just gone out for a stroll and then returned.

It seems he's been out shopping for so long.

What a waste of emotion.

A glance swept over the other person's body, but no injuries were seen, not even a tear in their clothes, making one wonder if the other person had really gone to the palace.

But the riots in the palace can't be faked; anyway, it's good that they're back.

With a weight lifted from her heart, Najendan breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Yes, I saw the fire in the palace earlier. Were you discovered?"

"It was indeed discovered. That minister actually moved to the room opposite Esdeath. I was spotted as soon as I entered."

Surtr took a bite of his popsicle, pushed open the door, and entered the courtyard.

"It seems Esdeath reported your matter. What a cautious fellow, that minister..."

Najendan followed, and when their plan was discovered, she instinctively lost all hope of assassinating the minister.

But Surtr always gives unexpected answers.

"The minister is dead. If nothing unexpected happens, the news should come out tomorrow, or rather today. If you want to do something, remember to prepare in advance."

Surtr announced the minister's death in a casual tone, as if discussing what to eat for dinner.

Najendan paused in her steps.

Even though she knew that the other party was going to kill the minister tonight, only she knew how much expectation she was holding in her heart, especially since the other party had just said that Esdeath had discovered her.

Is it really possible for someone to kill a minister even under Esdeath's protection?

But that's exactly what happened.

Moreover, it has been less than a day since she met Surtr.

In such a short time, the minister, who would definitely be the final boss in a game, was killed by the other side.

Shocked.

There was also a hint of awe.

Looking at the other person's back, which was even smaller than her own, Najenda inexplicably had this thought.

It wasn't that he harbored any resentment towards Surtr, but rather a kind of instinctive awe of immense power.

Shake your head to clear the excess emotions from your mind.

The fact that the other party was a being far superior to himself was something he already knew from their first meeting.

The next thing to consider is how to make use of this opportunity.

Surtr only needs to kill people; she has many other things to consider.

Ministers are the biggest pests in this country, but they are by no means the only ones.

Corruption in this country is deeply entrenched, and changing it is not something that can be accomplished by killing a few people.

First, contact those officials who oppose the minister. Exchanging information is necessary. It would be best to bring back the former minister who was forced out by the minister. The civil officials also need a leader.

There's still a lot to do.

Unaware of Najenda's complex thoughts behind him, Surtr pushed open the mansion door and returned to the room assigned to him.

Pull back the curtains.

Golden morning light shone through the mirror, dispelling the darkness inside the room.

I sat down on the chair by the window.

Surtr reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a human-shaped doll.

Long blue hair, white military uniform, and a sharp rapier at her waist.

It looks exactly like someone else.

That's right, this is Esdeath's doll.

After leaving the palace, Miss Surtr completely disregarded her status as an assassin and swaggered into the night market of the capital.

Then she discovered this.

It's not just dolls, but also figurines, posters, cushions and other related products, with a wide variety of items.

She even asked the owner, and it seemed that these merchandise items were selling quite well.

Surprisingly.

It's hard to believe that the brutal woman is so popular.

If the other person decides not to become a general, they should just switch careers and become an idol; they'd definitely be very popular.

Surtr thought with a wicked grin.

After putting the doll away, she found paper, pen, and ink in the room and placed them on the table.

Now that the sun had risen, Surtr no longer had any intention of resting. Having just returned home, she didn't want to go out immediately. Instead, she decided to use this time to write a script for the young emperor.

If the other party wants to become a wise ruler, then let's write a story about a king.

Having studied history, Surtr had many images of wise rulers in his mind, so it wasn't too difficult for him to piece together a dramatic story.

The background will be the current empire.

He pinched his chin, lightly touched the paper with the tip of his pen, and pondered.

First, one cannot set the bar too high. As an emperor, one must at least know the kind of life one's people lead.

Let's start with a bowl.

As for the process, it shouldn't be too overpowered, otherwise the little emperor might think that life is an easy mode.

Let it take a roundabout way, let him experience the darkness of the empire, and then resolutely decide to join the revolutionary army... no, let the emperor establish the revolutionary army instead.

Surtr suddenly had a great idea.

Let the emperor personally overthrow the empire.

It should be very interesting.

Creative urges kept surging in my mind, and I controlled the pen to write one after another flamboyant Chinese characters on the paper.

The morning sunlight streamed through the porthole and fell on Surtr, while dust motes drifting in the air adorned her like particles of light.

It's hard to imagine that this quiet, literary young woman would actually be a terrorist who dared to break into the royal palace at night.

Surtr was engrossed in writing as the sun rose and time slowly passed.

dong dong.

"Lord Surtr, lunch is ready."

A dull knocking sounded, and an unfamiliar voice came from inside.

Surtr put down his pen.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, I realized that it was already noon.

Who else is in this house besides them?

He put the manuscript into his backpack, and with a puzzled look in his eyes, he opened the door and saw a familiar figure.

She had long, flowing black hair, a beautiful face, and was dressed in a black and white maid outfit. Judging from her movements, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable in the clothes.

"You're still here? Didn't Najenda tell you to go back?"

Surtr looked at the maid in front of him with surprise.

This is one of the people she rescued from the warehouse yesterday. After healing them, she stopped caring about them, figuring Najendan would handle it.

She thought the other party had already sent those guys away.

"We stayed on our own initiative."

The girl lowered her head.

Najendan's original intention was to give them some money to leave, but after learning about the situation, they decided to stay, hoping to witness the changes in the Empire firsthand.

"Really? But you should also know that the owner of this mansion is still alive, right? You don't mind?"

Surtr followed the other person down the empty corridor and asked.

Will they receive the punishment they deserve?

"The maid asked in a deep voice."

"of course."

Surtr is certain.

"Then, it's okay to wait a little longer."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 15 This is inappropriate, isn't it?

"It doesn't taste as good as Sera's."

Leaving the mansion, Surtr patted his flat stomach and commented on today's lunch.