Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Sheila stuffed a sausage into her mouth, filled with resentment.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a small mustache sat down in front of him and spoke familiarly.

"Well, Your Highness Sheila, after so many days, have you made up your mind whether you want to join us?"

"Your strength is indispensable for the final victory."

Sheila looked at the man in front of her, grinned, and nodded.

"Okay, but you have to remember what you promised me."

"Of course, after the old empire is overthrown, you will be the king of the new empire."

The man stood up and smiled.

"Well then, welcome to the Revolutionary Army."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 38 Good morning, everyone.

early morning.

The golden morning light shone through the hazy mist, evenly illuminating the streets and alleys of the capital.

Inside the palace, a modestly decorated carriage emerged from behind the walls and traveled along the smooth avenue.

The spacious interior of the car.

Minister Jolly sat alone on a soft cushion, holding a scroll in his hand, his expression serious, completely absorbed in his work.

If it weren't for his wandering eyes in the car and his constantly shaking right leg, you probably wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.

no way.

Even though Surtr had already provided protection, the thought of personally acting as bait was still undeniably nerve-wracking.

Although he has been out of politics for many years, he still knows a little about the most powerful assassination force built by ministers and their cronies.

While their combat record may not be as impressive as Surtr's, they are undoubtedly among the best as assassins.

I've heard there are several other Teigu users as well.

He already released the news yesterday, so the probability of him taking action is not low.

By now, Surtr should be here.

Jolly looked around.

He was the only person in the carriage, and the guards outside were all brought from the royal city.

The other party said yesterday that they would come, but they haven't shown up yet. This made Jolly even more nervous, and he couldn't even concentrate on his work.

Opening the car window, the fresh breeze from outside blew in, slightly dispelling some of my inner turmoil.

The carriage traveled towards the edge of the city.

The headquarters of the Imperial Fist Temple is located on a small hill in the western part of the empire. The closer you get, the fewer buildings there are and the more trees there are, leaving only a narrow path for passage.

The noise subsided, and the chirping of insects became increasingly clear.

Jolly's heart began to race.

The chilly air from the woods seeped in through the window, making him shiver involuntarily.

It was as if a bunch of people would rush up and hack him to death at any moment.

Why hasn't Miss Surtr arrived yet? Or is she already outside?

"Could it be that he overslept?"

Jolly forced a stiff smile, as if trying to dispel his anxiety.

However, this doesn't seem to be of any use.

Instead of feeling relaxed, he worried about what would happen if the other person didn't wake up. His heart remained uneasy until he saw Surtr in person.

Regardless of Jolly's fluctuating emotions, the carriage beneath him continued its orderly journey toward the Imperial Fist Temple.

Unlike the turbulent emotions in my heart, the journey was quite peaceful.

If you don't think about all the unnecessary things, it should be a fairly relaxing journey.

After walking along the tree-lined path, we soon arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Imperial Fist Temple is located.

From this point onward, you can no longer use a horse-drawn carriage.

Jolly got out of the car and looked up slightly.

Ahead, there are rows of neat stone staircases leading to the mountaintop, flanked by lush trees, with monks standing guard on either side of the staircase.

This is the last stretch of road.

Jolly breathed a slight sigh of relief. Since there had been no attack so far, his seduction attempt had probably failed.

As the highest martial arts temple in the empire, the Imperial Fist Temple not only teaches martial arts but also receives worshippers, thus generating additional income for the temple.

There were scattered people around, mostly high-ranking officials and dignitaries. It was hard to imagine that they would brazenly carry out an assassination in such a place.

Jolie felt a little more relaxed, but also a little regretful.

If we couldn't resolve the issue this time, who knows when the next time will be? It will always be a potential problem.

However, even after getting off the train, Jolly still did not see Surtr.

Could it be that he really didn't come?

With these thoughts in mind, Jolly began his ascent towards the mountaintop.

But suddenly.

Without warning, a purple, Bagua-like magic circle unfolded beneath Jolly's feet, enveloping him and the two closest guards.

The guards around him gasped in horror and began to move, trying to get closer to the minister.

Before they could make a move, a flash of light appeared, and Jolly's figure disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, in the wasteland outside the capital.

The same magic circle unfolded on the ground.

"They're here. Get ready."

Around the magic circle, a dozen or so boys and girls dressed similarly were holding weapons and staring intently ahead.

The assassination target will appear within the magic circle.

These were the orders they received last night.

If the magic array doesn't activate, it means the plan has failed, and the opponent has protection they can't handle. Conversely, if it appears, it will definitely be an opponent they can deal with.

Now, the magic array is in operation.

So, the target, Minister Jolly, is about to appear.

In the crowd, a girl in a black sailor uniform drew a Japanese sword from her waist.

Adjust your breathing, aim the blade at the center of the magic circle, tense your body like a bullet about to be fired.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, his crimson eyes fixed on the magic circle.

Despite knowing it was inappropriate, Akame still had doubts about this mission.

Assassinate Minister Jolly.

The assassination squads that were supposed to eliminate dangerous elements within the Empire have now turned their attention to the Empire itself.

Although very slowly, the Empire is indeed gradually improving, partly due to Surtr's influence, but also clearly related to Minister Jolly's rise to power.

What would become of the empire if it were stifled?

As she pondered this internally, the pressure on her hands unconsciously loosened, but she knew that she alone could not possibly influence the entire assassination team.

This unit is the Empire, or rather, Nishimiya's Blade, the founder of the assassination squad. The quality of their assassination targets is not a consideration for them.

Just as she was lost in thought, the magic array stirred.

Several figures appeared out of thin air within the magic circle, and Minister Jolly was among them.

And someone standing at the very front moved.

Holding the Imperial Arms named Murasame in his hand, the sword pointed straight ahead. The man's strong body vanished from his spot in an instant, covering a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye.

Minister Jolly reached up to hold his head, still reeling from the sudden teleportation, when a black shadow fell in front of him.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, reflected a chilling light in the sunlight, and the edge drew ever closer in his horrified gaze.

Until it was just a step away from his heart.

It's probably only about a fist's distance away.

The sword stopped at his chest.

But this is not because the man showed mercy.

From the bewildered look in his eyes, it was clear that this was not something he did willingly.

"what happened?"

The man struggled to push the knife handle forward, but the knife in his hand seemed to be embedded in a stone, not moving an inch.

As if just realizing what had happened, Jolly staggered back two steps, a relaxed expression appearing on his face.

Then, suddenly, a tremendous force came from the sword, and the burly man was thrown far away like a rag doll, crashing into the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

pat.

The sword blade fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of hot wind swept across the battlefield, and a black figure appeared in the air.

Looking at the stunned crowd, Surtr lifted her skirt with both hands and gracefully bowed to the assassins before her.

"Good morning, members of the Imperial Assassination Force."

She said with a smile.

“I am Surtr.”

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 39: Picking Up But Not Raising

Still reeling from the fact that a woman had suddenly appeared and instantly killed their leader, this shocking revelation left them no time to think about anything else.

“I am Surtr.”

The woman's voice carried a hint of laughter; though not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present with precision.

The warm morning light spilled down from the sky onto the earth, but the people bathed in the sunlight could not feel any warmth in their hearts.

Surtr.

In the capital city today, unless you're a child who can't even speak yet, there should be no one who doesn't know this name.

Ministers, treasurers, interior officials... she basically chopped down all the named officials in the empire, and she acted recklessly, completely disregarding the government.

Once targeted, there's no chance of survival; he is undoubtedly the king of assassins.

As fellow assassins, the members of the assassination squad all held Surtr in some esteem, after all, which assassin wouldn't want to experience the thrill of unleashing their full power?

But now that I'm standing not far away, the little bit of admiration I had was turning into terror.

Just like fans might not necessarily want to meet their idols, lest the image they've created for them in their minds be shattered.

The same applies to Surtr.

And it's not just psychological, but a physical destruction.

Destroyed.

Their keen intuition, honed from years of navigating life and death, was telling them something very clearly.

The other party is a monster.

Even the leader of the elite seven was instantly killed in a single encounter.

Before this, no one had even noticed that she had arrived; the two sides were simply not in the same league.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and silence descended upon this wasteland.

Surtr raised his head, looked at the silent man in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.