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Aili, who had been waiting for a long time, opened the door slowly and deliberately.
Take a closer look.
Aoba stood in the snowy night.
3.0 The thing that was knocking on the door seemed to have rolled into the house.
Aili lowered his head slightly.
Bloodstains spread across his spotless silver-white armor!
"you!"
As a martial artist who came from Huangjue Temple, he understood almost instantly that Qingye was not easy to deal with.
Ding--!
The sword light broke through the air.
His eyes flashed, and although he was slow to react, his armor still managed to block the sword light.
The sword light could only leave a deep white mark on the armor.
"Ah, your subject?"
A sword that floats out of thin air is not too unusual.
Many Imperial Arms can do that.
But with such low power, it can only be a servant's weapon.
"Such a good thing, it's such a waste to have it in your hands!"
Aili stepped forward quickly through the snowflakes.
He straightened his hands and slammed them down towards Qingye.
But in that very instant...
The gleaming holy sword sliced through the air in an instant, then vanished in a flash!
By the time Aili realized what was happening, he was already in Qingye's hand.
Sizzle—*—!
A very simple basic attack.
Just like how Aoba used to chop ribs.
Aili's movements stopped abruptly, and he looked down in horror.
Boom!
The helmet, weighing over ten kilograms, fell to the ground with a dull thud.
They fell as well.
And there's that unstoppable red waterfall...
"It's just a 1v1 divine thought contest, no need to get so excited."
Aoba casually swung down the holy sword.
The blood on the sword was instantly wiped away.
If spiritual power is insufficient, gluttony will suffice.
The physical strength boost from gluttony and combat skills was enough for him to fight Esdeath without using her Teigu.
And then...
Aoba looked up at the ambassador's residence, which was still filled with light.
If you're going to do it, do it cleanly.
"Ah~!"
As soon as he stepped onto the street, a gasp came from behind him.
Then, it abruptly ended—
"Hehe, big brother, are you going to kill the ambassador? I'll take you."
A girl in light pink appeared from behind, smiling brightly as she bit into a lollipop.
Chapter 123 Imperial Arms, Gaia Foundation! Helping in bed, huh? New skill: makeup!
"Who are you..?"
"Hello, I am a maid at the ambassador's residence."
Chelsea respectfully lifted her maid's skirt and bowed slightly.
At that moment, snowflakes tumbled and fell.
The silvery moonlight reflected on the snow, illuminating the pink ribbon in the girl's hair.
It has a very girly style.
"Maid?"
"Yes~"
Chelsea, holding up her maid's dress, stood in place and twirled around like a princess.
The skirt and snowflakes fluttered around.
Behind them, headless corpses lay scattered on the snow, staining it crimson.
There's something exceptionally absurd about it.
Qingye raised his sword and looked back.
The girl was wearing an old-fashioned black and white maid dress, the long skirt of which had fallen into the snow, revealing a pair of small feet wearing white socks and black shoes.
Above that, the waist, bound by a corset, was very slender, and above that, the chest was full and the size was just right.
Her curved eyebrows and high nose bridge make her face look quite approachable, and her bright red eyes are not like those of an ordinary girl who is afraid and shy.
Seeing that this girl was not only unafraid but also took the initiative to approach him, Aoba was slightly puzzled:
"You are not afraid?"
Chelsea had also seen many handsome boys who had been abused by the ambassador at the ambassador's residence.
But suddenly, in the silvery light of the snow, he caught sight of Qingye's cold and handsome face and was momentarily stunned.
Their eyes met, and Chelsea quickly blinked, accidentally biting into her lollipop and crushing it.
"It's just a dead person, right? I've seen plenty of those."
Aoba turned back and continued walking towards the ambassador's residence:
"Then go home early. Girls shouldn't wander around at night."
A girl about the same age as Kasumigaoka was surprisingly indifferent to the corpses scattered all over the place.
He seems to have gained some understanding of the world.
It shouldn't be like this, or rather, it's inherently unreasonable.
Overthrow imperial rule.
Looks like it was a really good gamble, Esdeath.
Chelsea followed behind Aoba, silently observing him.
He discovered that Aoba was not much older than himself, and his appearance and demeanor did not resemble that of a ruthless person.
I couldn't help but relax, exhaling a puff of white breath, and looking around at the still quiet surroundings:
"Did you kill Captain Ali and the others just now? Are you the rumored assassin who specializes in killing corrupt officials?"
Aoba sensed something was off about the maid behind him, but since she hadn't exposed his behavior and even offered to lead the way, he remained calm.
I shook my head when I thought about it:
"I'm not a killer, I'm just a chef."
When Chelsea saw that Qingye denied it, her red eyes looked him up and down for a long time before finally stopping on the hand holding the holy sword.
Puchi~
Realizing she had laughed, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
But the smile in his eyes just wouldn't stop.
Those hands are so beautiful; you'd be more like a nobleman or an artist.
The fingers are not only slender but also long, so they must be very comfortable to use.
Could someone with hands like that be a chef?
However, it doesn't seem like the kind of assassin rumored to be either?
Once Chelsea realized this, her mindset changed completely.
I quickened my pace slightly on the snow, taking advantage of the moonlight to walk side by side with Aoba in the snowy night.
The girl was quick-witted and walked with a light step.
She had walked this road countless times, but tonight was the happiest night of her life.
She turned her head and her gaze fell on the handsome young man beside her.
It's really beautiful.
She grinned and, without anyone noticing, pulled a lollipop from her bag and put it in her mouth.
"Master Chef, the ambassador's residence is quite large!"
"If no one leads the way, you might run into a lot of people."
Aoba glanced at the girl, his smile exceptionally sincere.
Those light red eyes stared intently at him.