Miss Surtr will ignite the world

After a while.

In the living room, a purple light shone on the floor. The man looked at it and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

It seems that Sheila has succeeded.

With Esdeath and Surtr, the two most terrifying enemies of this war, gone, nothing can stop their victory now.

It's hard not to be happy about this.

"Your Highness, it seems we're a little late this time..."

He couldn't help but speak, but soon the sounds inside the room stopped abruptly.

What came into view was not a tall man, but a woman, a woman he never wanted to see again in his life.

"It seems you've misunderstood. I'm sorry, I'm not Sheila, you can call me Surtr."

While he was still in a daze, the woman in front of him spoke, her lips curling up in a polite tone.

“S, S, Surtr.”

Upon hearing the name, the man, like a startled rabbit, scrambled over the back of the sofa and ran out without looking back, his mouth agape as if trying to shout something.

However, with his lisping throat, he was simply unable to utter a single word.

Of course, it's the literal meaning of "leaky air".

[Raw Stone x5]

The body fell to the ground. Surtr gripped his sword and bent down to pick up the books that had fallen to the ground.

She recognized the book.

It wasn't because it was so famous, but because Minister Jolly had been looking for this book for a while.

Imperial Arms, the Encyclopedia of the World.

It contains maps of the entire world, especially within the empire, with meticulous records of everything from products to addresses.

It is a very important Imperial Arm for the Empire.

I heard that it was previously in the hands of Nishimiya, the founder of the assassination squad. It seems that this is the guy they are talking about.

Take it to the minister later.

Surtr tossed the book into his backpack, concealed his presence, and left the room.

The hunt has begun.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 44: Open the door! Water meter check!

In a huge manor on the outskirts of a border city.

This place was originally a manor built by the lord for his vacation, but it has now become one of the strongholds of the revolutionary army.

Those ambitious nobles gathered here to contribute to the great cause of resisting the state.

Of course, that's what they say, but in reality, this place is nothing more than a band of bureaucrats sticking together for warmth.

When faced with fear, people often feel safer when huddled together, especially those who write bureaucrats and read them as parasites.

Since the bureaucrats moved into the mansion, the once quiet mansion has become bustling with activity. Every day, groups of nobles can be seen gathering together, either in the garden or hiding in some dark corners, talking nonsense.

But that's all for today; the manor seems unusually quiet today.

"Do you feel like something's not right?"

In the corridor, a maid carrying a basket suddenly spoke to her companion beside her.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think the mansion is too quiet today? There are usually guards patrolling, but I haven't seen a single one today. It feels kind of creepy."

Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit... wait, did you smell anything strange?

Suddenly, his companion stopped, sniffed, and his expression changed, as if he had smelled something unpleasant.

"Hmm... there is a bit of a rusty smell, it seems to be coming from the room."

The maid looked at the door to the side. The door was ajar. If she remembered correctly, this should be a meeting room, but why did the meeting room smell like this?

Because it happens once a month, she is familiar with this smell; it's the smell of blood.

The maid's expression changed slightly, and a sense of unease welled up inside her.

Gurgle.

She swallowed hard, instinctively took two steps back away from the door, looked at her companion, and made a suggestion.

"Let's go find some soldiers."

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a gust of wind blew in from the window by the corridor, blowing open the half-closed door and revealing the horrifying scene inside.

Da da da.

The shoes on their feet made rapid contact with the ground, and the two maids simultaneously retreated to the wall, staring wide-eyed into the doorway.

Inside the spacious room, bureaucrats dressed in fine clothes sat in neatly arranged seats, silently gazing at the figure at the front who seemed to be the leader, as if they were statues.

This is a perfectly normal sight.

Of course, this is on the premise that one can ignore the pale and ferocious expressions on their faces, and the black raven symbol smeared with blood on the innermost wall.

"Ah, ah! Ah!!"

Gasping for breath, the maid's face turned pale and her shrill screams echoed throughout the entire mansion.

Surtr stood at the highest point of the mansion, looking down at the rioting crowd below.

After today, the name of Night Raid will probably spread throughout the city.

This name will likely be etched into the minds of all future bureaucrats; if they don't work hard, they'll be waiting for a night raid—it's like an urban legend.

It's quite interesting.

"So, what's next?"

Surtr took out a map from his hand, which was marked with plural symbols.

The revolutionary army did not have only one stronghold. Just like not putting all your eggs in one basket, the revolutionaries prepared several strongholds in case of emergency.

At Surtr's polite request, the other party revealed all the information about the stronghold and the bureaucrats who were working with them.

Furthermore, during the exchange, Miss Surtr also learned that the Revolutionary Army seemed to have the support of other countries behind it.

No wonder they have the confidence to wage war against the empire.

It's important to understand that the revolutionary army at present is not as powerful as it would be in later generations. Even if it were possessed by corrupt officials, it's impossible for its strength to suddenly increase to the point where it could go toe-to-toe with the empire.

After all, those guys were just stray dogs who had fled from the empire, and most of them were civil officials, so their contribution to combat power was very limited.

It is even possible that the addition of these people will cause some of the real revolutionaries to leave.

It's not that there will be much improvement; it might even decline a bit.

In this situation, even with the help of foreign tribes, conquering an empire would still not be an easy task.

Now I understand.

So those guys went to become Han Chinese, traitors to the empire!

So you're the one who brought the Imperial Army in?

"Seriously, this dying old dragon of the Empire is so powerful that everyone wants to take a bite out of it."

Although it wasn't her country, she still felt unhappy with the way those bureaucrats acted.

I wonder, if these guys actually manage to conquer the empire in the end, who should it belong to?

Shaking her head, Miss Surtr stopped thinking about these impossible things, leaped from the top of the tower, and disappeared into thin air.

Following the map, she first arrived at the city hall in the very center of the city.

The city's leaders were also their accomplices.

With information provided by helpful citizens, the rest was quite simple: Surtr swaggered into the city hall.

"Open the door! Night raid!"

"Who the hell are you? I'm...!"

"Help! I'll give you all my possessions if you spare my life!"

"Get out, even if I kill you, the money will still be mine."

"Ah! I can't accept this!"

All that could be heard were cries for mercy and the sound of raw gems falling into pockets, but Surtr's current wallet was no longer interested in their little karami.

Traditional craftsmanship must not be lost. After leaving a mark to mark the night raid's presence, Surtr continued to the next location.

"Check the water meter!"

"Men stand on the left, women stand on the right, and those who are neither male nor female stand in the middle."

"..."

Murder, interrogation, and marking—Surtr's actions became increasingly skillful. Her intelligence advantage, coupled with her high mobility, allowed her to tour the entire southern border of the empire in half a day.

The time spent at each outpost was absolutely no more than fifteen minutes. In an era where letter writing was the primary means of communication, the speed at which the other party delivered the message was so fast that she couldn't even see the hem of her skirt.

By the time they make contact, Miss Surtr may have already wiped out most of the outposts.

It wasn't until everything was finished that it was just time for dinner.

A dim, yellowish light filled the sky, and the fiery sunset slowly sank below the horizon.

Surtr walked through a seaside city and found a decent-looking restaurant to have dinner.

The news of the revolutionaries' war with the empire made the atmosphere in the city a little tense.

I can hear quite a few people talking about this.

Even most of them expressed support for the revolutionary army, rather than the empire.

Clearly, the imperial reforms have been taking place for too short a time, and the policies have only been implemented in the capital, not yet reaching these remote areas.

However, that's not something Surtr should be concerned about.

Surtr's eyes lit up as he scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, this is good."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 45 Mission Completed

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this battle will be a victory for the Empire.

After all, their hometown had been raided, and the frontline troops had no choice but to collapse in morale after receiving the news.

Not everyone is like Xiang Yu, possessing the courage to burn their boats and break the cauldrons.

As long as Najendan doesn't pull any crazy cerebellar atrophy stunts, there's basically no chance of failure.

She was no longer needed to get involved.

Once the revolutionary army is defeated and Najendan is free to act, those alien races will no longer continue their deadly struggle.

Speaking of alien races, Surtr almost forgot one person.

Esdeath hasn't come back yet.

During her conversation with Sheila, she asked about the people who were immediately teleported.

The other generals were mostly hacked to death after being teleported, but Esdeath was different. Knowing that the enemy was invincible, Sheila didn't send her cannon fodder to their deaths at all, but instead trapped the enemy in a mine.

He then detonated the mine, intending to crush his opponent with the weight of the rocks.

This is also a characteristic of the Shangri-La teleportation system.

There must be enough space above the coordinates, otherwise even if the door is opened, there is no way to send things over.

Otherwise, dig a hole, record the coordinates, and then fill it in. Once you send someone there, they'll be crushed into mincemeat by the soil.

Even Surtr would likely not survive if hit by this type of attack.

But even if we can't use this method directly, we can achieve similar results using other methods.

Although Surtr felt that Esdeath was excessively strong, she was not sure whether she could survive under these circumstances.