Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The bio-shaped Imperial Arm, renowned for its regenerative abilities, was instantly annihilated.

monster.

Only this word can describe what is before our eyes.

Ta-da.

The soles of the boots made a crisp sound as they struck the ground.

The rhythmic melody roused the stunned crowd, their hearts instantly filled with the deepest fear. Their legs trembled, their lips parted, and trembling voices escaped their mouths.

"Run, run..."

The already divided morale began to waver. With trembling legs, the soldiers pushed and shoved each other as they hurriedly ran away from Surtr.

Only Seryu charged in the opposite direction, towards Surtr.

The metal bullet shot out from her arm, and a ferocious expression appeared on her delicate face as she roared loudly, as if Surtr had just killed her best friend.

The bullet was melted by an invisible flame.

Ignoring this insignificant resistance, Miss Surtr casually punched her opponent, rendering him unable to rise again. She raised her hand, her slender index finger aimed at the running crowd, heat gathering at her fingertip.

But it did not fire.

"Hmm, it feels a bit too hasty to die like this."

As if she had come up with a good idea, Miss Surtr put down her hand and took out her staff from her backpack.

His body transformed into a gentle breeze and vanished from the spot.

stab.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed in the wind.

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

Oka, who was running at the front, widened his eyes, and with a thud, fell backward to the ground, his body leaving a bloody trail several meters long on the ground due to inertia.

"The first one."

Such a voice came from behind. Surtr pulled his sword from the other person's heart and looked at the little trash behind him.

After a while.

Surtr clapped his hands and returned to Seryu.

"Thank me, for the magnanimous Lord Surtr has decided to give you a chance. Be a normal person in your next life."

Muttering to himself, Surtr took out the Holy Grail, placed his palm on the other's head, and whispered something.

"optimization."

The next day.

A thin mist draped the city in a hazy veil.

Early risers rode their horse-drawn carriages, loaded with goods, to the central square of the capital, vying for a good spot.

I've been doing business in the capital for over a decade, and this has been my daily routine.

But today, the once unchanging scene seems to have changed somewhat.

pat.

The reins slipped from his hand, and the young vendor tilted his head slightly, staring blankly at the center of the square.

Finally, she couldn't control herself and let out a scream.

"Murder!!!"

The rising morning light dispelled the thin mist.

The square was filled with a noisy crowd, creating an uproar.

"Yes, it's a corpse!"

"That's terrifying, who did it?"

"I don't know, but isn't that the Imperial Guard's Oka?"

The onlookers started discussing it animatedly.

In front of them, on the tower in the center of the square, five ropes hung from the top, and at the ends of the ropes hung five figures clad in armor.

Dried blood pooled at the feet of the five men, and expressions of terror froze on their faces.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying before he died.

"Hey, there seems to be something drawn here."

Someone was shouting.

Following the line of sight, next to the body, there was a sign.

"Ouka: He harmed 15 innocent people and embezzled 3.1 million."

Angelica:

......"

At the very bottom of the announcement, a pattern resembling a crow was drawn in blood.

Below, several brightly colored words were written.

'Respectfully submitted by Night Raid.'

"Damn, this is all the work of those sons of bitches!"

"They even left the organization's name behind? How audacious!"

"They were indeed outrageous, but it was good that they were killed."

"Ohka deserves to die a hundred times over for the bastard he did. It's so satisfying."

"Hey, keep it down, someone's coming."

Someone reminded me.

"Everyone back off!"

Soldiers in white uniforms pushed the crowd outwards, and the figure in ice blue, accompanied by three subordinates, walked to the statue.

The general shouldn't normally be responsible for murder, but Esdeath has become quite concerned about such incidents after the minister's assassination attempt.

She frowned as she looked at the sign on the ground.

She had never heard of an organization called Night Raid in the capital before, and the fact that they killed people and left their mark was something that most assassin organizations wouldn't dare to do.

However, she recently met a guy who was incredibly audacious.

My gaze fell upon the plaque.

“Bullying men and women, embezzling and accepting bribes, bending the law for personal gain, and harming the people are all things that make an imperial official very promising.”

Esdeath's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Their target is corrupt officials, and they act without any scruples. Well, that's pretty much a no-brainer.

After some thought, she had probably already identified the culprit in this matter.

Are there any witnesses?

She asked. Her gaze fell to the ground, where a dried bloodstain stretched from the square into the street; that must be where the murder had taken place.

Judging from their attire, it was obvious that they were on patrol; there couldn't possibly be no people on that busy street at that time.

But strangely enough...

“It’s strange, nobody saw it at all.”

Rival looked puzzled, clearly perplexed by the situation.

Illusion, or some other trick she didn't know about.

That's so convenient.

Esdeath sighed inwardly and asked again.

"Why are there only five? I remember the guard team usually consists of six people per group."

"There was indeed a girl who used Teigu, but we can't find her anywhere."

Liva shook his head.

"Yeah."

Esdeath didn't respond. Since she had encountered Surtr, there was almost no chance that the other party would run away on their own; it was more likely that they had been captured.

After spending two days with Surtr, Esdeath had a general understanding of him.

As long as the person isn't utterly wicked, they are quite tolerant.

If that team member really has nothing wrong, there's a high chance he'll be let go, but why was he taken away?

Is it something you like about the other person? Or is it the Imperial Arms?

strangeness.

"Clean up the scene and then call it a day."

Now that we know who the murderer is, there's no need to watch any more.

These corpses alone cannot reveal much more.

"Go tell those corrupt officials to stay out of the way, or they might get hanged at any time."

Esdeath gave the order.

"Yes."

Liva bowed his head.

"Also, keep a close eye on the slums lately, and let me know if you see anyone handing out bread."

"Remember to send a few clean guys; their survival rate might be higher."

Esdeath added.

"clear."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 21: Faith

Surtr mingled in the crowd, gazing at his masterpiece from afar.

Simple assassinations are rather boring; exposing their crimes to the public is more to her liking.

What followed was a very regular life.

Miss Surtr distributes bread to the slums during the day and transforms into a night raider at night to rid the people of evil.

New names are displayed in the central square every day.

Esdeath tried to stake out the location, but Surtr, with her clairvoyance, always managed to spot it in advance.

The nobles were all in a state of fear, but the people of the capital applauded.

In a short time, the crime rate in the capital city dropped significantly.

Meanwhile, Miss Surtr's bounty had increased by several zeros, but she felt that the Empire probably didn't have much hope of capturing her.

As for the optimized Seryu, she gave her to Najenda.

Of course, she didn't make any strange changes to the other person's memories; she simply formatted them.

Just like how formatting a mobile phone or similar device will erase any problems, it's probably similar for humans.

As for whether the lack of memory indicates it's the same person?

Miss Surtr didn't care; she was just glad to be alive.

Considering the quagmire-like environment of the capital, Surtr decided to entrust the other party to Najenda for training. As a general, Najenda would definitely be more outstanding than her in this regard.

It's noon again.

Surtr sat in a coffee shop, silently sipping his coffee, gazing at the crowd outside the window, lost in thought.

Perhaps because I go there every day, the effect of distributing bread in the slums has been significantly reduced these past two days.