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Chapter 59 - A (as in Amateur) Class

I thought it was a Hide Skeleton, but it was a person. My mistake. Whoops.

"Y, you bastard!"

The man was furious.

"Hmm? Was he one of your friends, perhaps?"

The fallen man wore the same black suit and sunglasses as the others.

"I'll kill this one!"

The man holding Nanapon raised his knife to slit her throat.

"Now, now, even if you say that, it's not my fault, is it? You shouldn't turn invisible in a place where Hide Skeletons appear. Anyone would think you're a monster."

It can't be helped.

"Damn it! How did you know!?"

"This person is terrible at this. It's fine to shuffle your feet to avoid making noise, but doing it outside like this is foolish. The sand on the ground was moving unnaturally. He must be a complete amateur."

At least get behind me.

"Tch! That's why I told him not to rely too much on his skill!"

That's certainly true. I should be careful too. Even though I only have two skills.

"Well, well. So? What were we talking about?"

"Tch! Put your sword on the ground. And that Item Bag too."

"What should I do?"

I skillfully twirled my sword.

"I'll kill your disciple."

"That's scary. She's my precious disciple. Please, don't hurt my disciple."

I recited the line that Nanapon once used to call me a demon.

"Then put down the sword and the Item Bag."

"I guess I have no choice..."

I placed my sword on the ground, and then the bag on my shoulder.

"Take five steps back."

"Is five steps enough? That's within the margin of error, you know?"

I can leap and grab the sword in an instant.

"You monster! Take ten steps back."

As ordered, I took ten steps backward while facing forward.

"Is this good? I might have magic, you know?"

I don't, though.

"...Put both hands on the back of your head."

As ordered, I brought both hands to the back of my head.

"Is this good? Let my disciple go."

"No. I don't know what you'll do."

"It's amazing you think you can get away with doing this to such a bad little witch."

I'll eat you up!

"Shut up!"

"So scary."

"Damn it! Tell me where the Item Bag comes from!"

He's persistent.

"You could just buy one."

"If we take you back to our country, we can get them for free."

So they plan on kidnapping me.

"What if I told you I actually don't know anything?"

"That's not possible. There's definitely something about you. Now, talk! I'll really kill your disciple!"

"Stop it."

Poor Nanapon.

"I'll give you ten seconds."

"I don't even need ten seconds."

"Then talk!"

"I'm not telling."

Actually, I've already told him.

"What? D, don't mess with me! Hey, kill that woman!"

"Who's going to kill her?"

I looked towards Nanapon with a smile.

"What?"

The man's gaze followed mine, turning to look at Nanapon behind him.

"Wh, what!?"

The man was stunned when he saw Nanapon. Because the man who had been holding her was down, and in his place, a blonde woman was supporting Nanapon.

"I won't kill her. I'm afraid of the witch's retaliation. And I want an Item Bag."

The one who saved Nanapon was Claire. Claire had used her unique skill, Recognition Impairment, to secretly move behind the men.

"Claire Walker!? So you were connected to America after all!! Damn it! This is the end!"

The man said that, pulled out a knife, and ran towards me.

"You witch! If you won't fall into our hands, then die!"

Though the man was running at me with a knife, I waited with both hands on the back of my head.

"You should stop."

"Shut up! Die!"

As the man passed the sword and Item Bag I had placed on the ground, I took my hands off the back of my head. Then, I thrust my right hand into the hood of my robe.

"I'll give you a healing potion later. Go to sleep."

"Die! Witch!"

The man entered my range.

I pulled a katana from my hood and swung it down at the man's shoulder.

"What!? Damn it!"

The man was surprised by the katana I produced and tried to block my swing with his knife.

"Idiot!"

The katana I swung down sliced through the man's knife like butter and continued on to cut into his shoulder.

"Gah!"

The man collapsed to the ground.

"There's no way you could block it with something like that. What do you think, Harry?"

I looked to my empty right side.

"Tch! So you knew after all."

Harry appeared from my empty right side.

"Of course. But thank you. You were protecting me, in a way, weren't you?"

"In a way. It's sad that I didn't get a turn at all."

"But you're a bad boy. You didn't tell me Claire's Recognition Impairment could be used on others... fufu."

I laughed as I looked at the blood on my katana.

"You're scary... Well, you didn't ask... and I wouldn't have told you anyway."

Well, that's probably true.

"Do you have something to wipe this with? My expensive katana will get dirty."

It cost 500,000 yen.

"I don't. Wash it with a potion."

"I guess I will..."

I took a level one potion from my hood and poured it over the katana. The blood on the blade washed away easily.

This was something I had discovered through my experiments. Using potions for laundry or washing dishes gets things incredibly clean.

"What a waste."

"You're the one who said it."

I said that and put the katana back in my hood.

"What's with that thing? A concealed sword or something?"

"Fufuh, it's a secret. Just think of it as a witch's magic."

The truth is, I just made the hood into an Item Bag. I was happy that I had created a cool concealed sword, but in exchange, I couldn't wear the hood anymore. Well, it has its uses, so I'll let it slide.

I walked to where I had left my sword and Item Bag, put the sword in my bag, and slung the bag over my shoulder.

"Are these guys alive?"

Harry asked.

"They're alive. I avoided their vital points."

If I were going to kill them, I'd lop off their heads or cut them in two.

"But they're barely breathing."

Well, they've lost a lot of blood, so they'll die if left alone.

"Here, take these."

I took two level two healing potions from my bag and handed them to Harry.

"What's this? Level two, huh..."

Well, someone of Harry's class would probably know.

"Eight million for two. They might die, so why don't you use it on them?"

I left Harry with those words and went to Nanapon, who was still gagged and bound. Claire was fumbling around behind her.

"What are you doing?"

I went over to them and called out to Claire.

"These guys are complete amateurs. Their knots are terrible. You don't need this much to tie up a little girl!"

Apparently, Claire was trying to untie Nanapon's ropes. But she was struggling.

"Move aside. I'll untie her easily."

I said that and took my sword from the Item Bag. Nanapon's teary eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically.

"Don't do that. That's terrifying."

As Claire said that, Nanapon nodded her head up and down repeatedly.

"Don't you have a knife or something?"

"I have a gun."

"That's no good."

That's even worse. Besides, you can't use it in Frontier.

"Alright! Like this!"

While I was putting my sword back in my bag, Claire seemed to have succeeded in untying the ropes. Freed, Nanapon immediately removed the gag from her mouth and threw herself at me.

"Eleanor-san, I'm sorry... thank you for saving me."

Nanapon cried as she apologized and thanked me.

"I'm not the one who saved you. That one over there was just grinning while she cut down the enemy."

I wasn't grinning. That would make me a seriously messed up person.

"Are you hurt?"

I asked while patting Nanapon's head.

"Sniff... yes, I'm okay."

"Well, I'll hear the details later. We have an outsider here."

I stared at Claire.

"An outsider... I did the most work, how rude."

Well, that's true. Claire was the one who saved Nanapon. But I can't talk here because of Nanapon's Clairvoyance.

"By the way, what about him?"

I looked at the fallen man. The one who had been holding Nanapon.

"I killed him. It wasn't a situation where I could afford to leave him alive."

"I was surprised when you took him down without a sound."

I was seriously shocked. She took him down so silently and fluidly. I'm glad I didn't get into a fight with her in the taxi.

"What are you talking about... you've seen my skills. I have assassination techniques."

Oh yeah, she did have that. And at level four. This woman is scary.

"Oh! Looks like the young lady over there is safe too!"

Harry came over to us.

...holding the healing potions I gave him.

"What about the other two?"

I asked, looking at the two men still lying over there.

"Hm? I finished them off."

Harry said casually.

"I don't really care, but shouldn't you have kept them alive to get information?"

I would think there would be interrogations and such.

"One is enough. It's a waste of healing potions."

"One?"

I looked down at the one person who was dead right beside me.

"Huh? Isn't he dead? Hey, Claire!"

"Why am I the one being blamed!"

These guys are seriously terrible. What the heck is going on with American agent training.