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DN : [378] Waiting?
🕑 Added 2024-12-06 16:00:04 +0000 UTCAt Aria’s invitation, August arrived in the living room and had tea with her family.
Although the tea was laced with sleeping pills, it was unfortunate for them that it was only this weak concoction. The sedatives did not affect on August whatsoever.
This led to a strange situation—August conversed with them casually, while they were forced to humor him, hoping he would eventually collapse. But, to their dismay, he did not.
From their conversation, they learned that August was a powerful individual, one who was not easily intimidated. This caused the three of them to hold back from any overt aggression, still wary of confronting him outright.
The situation developed in such an odd way that August did not mind. After all, now that he had come this far, he was curious to meet the protagonists. In the end, many of the women in this story would meet tragic fates, though a few managed to survive, but even their survival seemed uncertain.
Even those who survived until the end, like Najehyust and Akame—one of whom had drained her life force and the other cursed by a Teigu—would face uncertain fates. The story might have ended with them alive, but how long they would remain so was anyone’s guess.
As evening passed, night swiftly descended.
Bang~
Suddenly, the door to the living room was violently shattered, and a heavily armored guard was flung through it.
He crashed into the wall, spat out blood, and died instantly.
"Who goes there?"
Aria's father stood up, furious. As a noble, how dare someone act so brazenly in his home? His wife and daughter, Aria, shared the same anger. Their very being demanded respect—their bloodline, noble and proud, set them apart from mere commoners.
Whoosh~
In response to their indignation, a cold, gleaming blade flashed before them.
In an instant, blood spilled, and Aria’s parents had their throats slit, their lives snuffed out by the swift, deadly strike.
"August... Mr. August, please! Save me!"
Aria rushed to August's side, desperate to cling to him. She remembered what he had told her: August was an extraordinarily powerful individual. His very presence in the imperial capital proved his strength.
Whoosh~
But in the next moment, Aria froze in shock.
She felt an excruciating pain in her throat as blood soaked her clothes. Clutching at her neck, she pointed weakly at August, but the words she tried to speak were silenced by her crushed windpipe. She collapsed to the ground, joining her parents in death.
The sudden scene stunned Akame, who had just entered. Her target was dead?
"You're too late," August remarked, sipping his tea as if nothing had happened. "I’ve already had two pots of tea laced with sleeping pills here."
"You know me?" Akame asked, her tone skeptical.
"Of course. You're the infamous assassin, Akame, wanted by the Empire, right?"
"Are we enemies?"
"Hmm... not quite, not for now."
Hearing this, Akame nodded, though she did not relax her guard. As a member of the Night Raid, she had witnessed countless dark deeds and knew better than to be careless. Underestimating her enemies could lead to her death.
August’s Observation Haki allowed him to sense that within moments, all the guards in the mansion had been neutralized.
But Akame wasn’t alone. There were others outside.
At this moment, August turned his gaze to the window. Several figures hovered in the air, all suspended by wires under their feet.
"Akame, who are these people?"
Leone, now transformed into her beast-eared form, approached from the next room. She was taken aback when she saw August calmly drinking tea by the three corpses.
"I don’t know," Akame replied. "He’s not our target. That woman was killed by him, and it seems like he’s waiting for us."
"Waiting for us?" Leone repeated in surprise.
"Yes, he seems to know we were coming."
"After all, it’s part of the mission. He must have received some kind of intel."
There was a dark underground world in the Imperial Capital—an illicit market where anything could be bought for the right price. Many of Night Raid’s missions originated from there.
August found this amusing. These so-called revolutionaries—assassins claiming to cleanse the capital—were nothing more than mercenaries. They would kill only after receiving payment for the job. To them, it was just a transaction, and they had the gall to dress it up as if they were saviors.
It was laughable.
"In any case, Akame, Leone, and the rest—Bulat, Mine, Sheele, Lubbock—the members of Night Raid have all arrived, haven’t they?"
Akame and Leone froze. August knew so much about them?
August was curious. He had often wondered how strong the Teigu wielders in this world truly were.
Whoosh~
In the blink of an eye, August moved, appearing in front of Leone and sending her flying with a single punch. The immense force made her arm scream in pain, despite her beastly transformation.
Crack~
A retaliatory kick sent Akame flying, breaking through a window as she was hurled outside.
Looking outside, August saw several figures approaching.
Boom~
A golden laser shot through the air, aimed directly at him. It was a sniper shot from the Roman Artillery: Pumpkin.
August calmly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the deadly shot.
At that moment, Bulat, now clad in armor, charged toward August, swinging his weapon down.
"Good timing," August said, smiling. He rolled out of the way with agility and retaliated with a crushing punch.
Bang~
Even in his armor, Bulat was no match for August's overwhelming strength and crashed to the ground.
"Bulat!" Lubbock, Sheele, Mine, Akame, and Leone all moved at once.
Slashes, wires, lasers, scissors, and fists. August moved effortlessly, dancing through their attacks, countering each one with ease.
Teigu wielders? In August’s presence, they were laughably weak.
Each one of them was merely relying on the power of their Teigu. Even Akame, a seasoned warrior, was just an ordinary human at her core. Against August, she didn’t stand a chance.
Despite their magical powers, none of them were in his league. August, with his Satan-class physical strength, could easily crush anyone in his path.
Comments
Erick Myrthil
Really hope you don't kill them
