Miss Surtr will ignite the world

A wanted criminal inviting police officers to his home—he must be tired of living.

It's not hard to guess what this woman wants to do; she just wants to follow her to find her base in the capital.

It wouldn't matter if she were alone, but Najenda and the maid were also there, so it would be better for them not to meet.

Moreover, if this guy keeps following her, she definitely won't be able to launch any operations tonight, which would be a huge loss.

I need to get rid of her.

Thinking this, Surtr quickened his pace, leaving the slums and entering the bustling street.

Despite the approaching dusk, the bustling street showed no signs of slowing down, making it a good option for evading pursuers.

Well, actually it's pretty useless.

This was no secret operation that couldn't be discovered. Esdeath and Surtr walked side by side down the street, looking to onlookers like a pair of best friends shopping together.

When the other person tried to grab her, Surtr slapped them away without hesitation.

The two sides were pulling at a speed that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

"General Esdeath, don't you have any other work to do? Why do you have to keep targeting me?"

Surtr asked, "General, are you very free?"

"Arresting you is my job now, personally assigned by His Majesty."

"May I ask what kind of treatment I will receive after I am arrested?"

Surtr asked curiously.

"It's probably a death sentence. His Majesty was quite furious when he learned of the minister's death."

"That sounds really pitiful."

She was referring to the emperor.

The ministers killed the emperor's parents and then used the emperor to control the country, but the young emperor knew nothing about it and trusted them completely.

Their plight is pitiful.

However, the minister is already dead, and the truth will probably be gradually revealed after Surtr kills a few more people.

I wonder what the emperor will think when he learns the truth.

"Yeah."

Unfortunately, Esdeath was not meant to feel this way; she believed the reason for this was simply that the emperor was not strong enough.

It is only natural that the weak will be dominated by the strong.

"Forget it, I can't reason with you."

Surtr had no intention of trying to persuade an ice-cold head.

She stopped abruptly, took a step back, and controlled the wind to wrap around her body, blurring her figure.

"Oh."

Esdeath reached out again, but found nothing.

Squinting, you can see a blurry shadow weaving through the crowd.

It is visible, but catching up in this environment is obviously much more difficult.

They have so many tricks up their sleeves.

Esdeath lowered her hand and sighed regretfully.

They escaped again.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 18: No Need to Worry About Preservation

Inside the Hall family mansion.

"Welcome back. Would you like to have a meal first, or take a bath first?"

As I pushed open the gates of the mansion, the maid who came to greet me asked this question.

By the way, the maid's name is Bella.

Standing at the door, Surtr paused for two seconds, but there was no further news.

pity.

Under Bella's questioning gaze, Miss Surtr chose the second option with a regretful tone.

"Then let's take a shower first."

"understood."

A moment later, in the spacious bathroom.

She removed her formal attire, revealing the jade-like skin hidden beneath.

Surtr stood in front of the mirror.

Although I've had this body for a while now, it's still perfect no matter how many times I look at it.

Lying face down in the mirror, Surtr smirked and rubbed against his reflection.

After a long while, they reluctantly left.

After a quick wash, Miss Surtr threw herself into a bathtub already filled with hot water.

Her graceful figure disappeared into the water, hugging her legs, Surtr dipped half her head underwater, gently blowing bubbles.

system.

She brought up the panel, and a long list of tasks appeared before her eyes, most of which came from the slums.

'Could you help me make a kill list?'

She asked herself.

【certainly.】

The system responded. Then, the task list slowly changed; the tedious murder tasks disappeared, replaced by new ones.

[Client: Resident of the Empire]

[Mission: Eliminate the parasites within the Empire.]

[Kill List: Slave Trader Buck, Ore x300]

Prosecutor Sid, 300 raw gems

Iocar, 200 Originium

...]

There were more than a dozen names in total, from top to bottom, including nobles, merchants, and some whose names even the murderer didn't know. Surtr could only express his regret.

Of these, only a portion knew the detailed information.

This was after Surtr specifically returned to the slums to ask the victims about it.

However, not everyone knows the detailed information.

Especially intelligence related to nobles.

Even if you know the name, you can't carry out the assassination if you don't know where the person lives.

"Let Najendan investigate later. While she's at it, have her gather intelligence on those corrupt officials, and we can take care of them all at once."

Leave the troublesome matters to Najendan; all she has to do is kill.

Having made a silent decision in his heart, Surtr closed his eyes and enjoyed this peaceful moment.

Meanwhile, in the royal palace, in the study.

The petite emperor sat in his chair, absentmindedly reviewing the memorials in his hands.

General Bud, as imposing as an iron tower, stood to one side, like a statue, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Since someone infiltrated the palace to assassinate the emperor last night, he has stayed by the emperor's side at all times to protect him.

"Still no trace of the minister's body?"

After a moment, the emperor spoke, asking the only person beside him who could speak.

"Yes, all that was left at the scene was a patch of hardened lava. If nothing unexpected happened, the minister's body had been melted."

Bud replied.

"How despicable! She actually let the minister die a horrible death. We must bring her back."

"I hope things go smoothly for General Esdeath."

The emperor said angrily.

"Speaking of which, when was the minister's funeral held?"

"It will take some time. The other party's son, Shira, is currently abroad, and the funeral will be held when the other party returns to the country. Considering the Imperial Arms that the other party possesses, it shouldn't take too long."

"Bud said."

The spatial imperial armor Shangri-La can freely move a target to a pre-marked location, but it cannot be used continuously due to its enormous energy consumption.

Its performance ranks among the top five of all Imperial Arms.

It's easy for the other party to return to the capital; on the contrary, the most time-consuming part is how to notify them.

There is no such convenient thing as a telephone in this world.

"It will take about half a month."

Bud predicted.

This timeframe is somewhat unpleasant for a corpse, but since the minister has already turned to ashes, there's no need to worry about preservation.

"Is that so? Then I must go and pay my respects."

The minister served the country and its people, and now that he has died, the emperor has a duty to attend.

"Your will."

Bud lowered his head, wondering what he would think after learning the young emperor's thoughts.

The Hall family mansion.

An hour later, Miss Surtr emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed with a blush that proved it had been a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, a medley of aromas filled the air: stewed beef, mashed potatoes, pea soup... Simple yet abundant dishes were laid out on the table, constantly emitting their enticing fragrances.

At one end of the long table, she met Najendan, who had already returned.

"How's it going?"

Surtr sat down opposite him and asked.

"It's going fairly smoothly. We've made contact with some people, and the minister's death seems to have given them quite a shock."

Najendan smiled as she recalled what had happened this morning.

"Everywhere I went today, people were talking about this. It's the first time I've ever seen an arrest warrant with that kind of amount."

"If turning myself in would get me a reward, I'd probably be in jail by now."

Surtr spoke in a serious tone, as if it were a joke.

"The Empire's prisons can't hold you."

Najenda was well aware of the Empire's methods.

The prison walls are no different from sand to the other side, unless Esdeath keeps watch over them every day.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. There's something I'd like you to help me with."

As he spoke, Surtr took out paper and pen from his backpack, slowly wrote a few names on the table, and handed them to the other person.

Najendan took it, looked at the crooked handwriting on it, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

So ugly.

She secretly made her judgment in her mind.

Then Surtr, who has the ability to read minds, overheard it.