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Translator: Coughing Baby

Editor: Coughing Baby

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Chapter 6: Carmilla’s Night (3)

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““...””

For a moment, no one could speak.

It was a situation beyond all reason.

Carmilla and even the assassins wore vacant expressions.

“...It blocked it?”

A stunned murmur.

Their eyes trembled.

‘He’s fine after taking a Stake from the Godslaying Crossbow...?’

A boy who had appeared from nowhere.

Just before Carmilla’s execution, he had suddenly emerged from thin air.

“It seems I interrupted at an important moment.”

A mask.

A bizarrely smiling mask.

“Was I intruding?”

The boy remained utterly calm.

As though nothing had happened.

Clatter, clatter.

The arrow that had bounced away tumbled at the clown’s feet.

Damaged by the force of the shot, its tip had melted halfway down.

Sizzle!

The floor blackened as though lava had touched it.

The bubbling thing was undoubtedly the Stake’s power.

““...””

The assassins could only swallow hard.

He had taken a blow like that, yet there wasn’t even a speck of dust on his clothes.

What was this situation?

How had he deflected the Stake?

Who was he, and where had he come from?

Meaningless questions swarmed through their minds.

“Everyone’s gone quiet. You all seemed quite chatty earlier.”

““...””

That wasn’t all.

Before any of those rational questions, something else had gripped the assassins by the neck.

‘What is this...?’

Instinct.

‘What the hell is this pressure...?!’

Bloodlust.

A vicious aura teemed around the boy.

Just looking at him made it feel as though swarms of insects were crawling over their entire bodies.

As if tiny teeth would gnaw away every layer of skin.

“Ghk, urgh...”

The assassins froze.

The one who managed to regain his senses was the man who appeared to be their leader.

He bit down hard on his tongue to force himself awake.

Then he snapped the others out of their confusion.

“Get a grip, you bastards!”

The situation hadn’t changed.

Someone strange had appeared, but their mission was still to execute the princess.

“What are you scared of? If we fail here, we’re dead anyway!”

If they returned empty-handed, the king would never let them off.

The assassins had nowhere to retreat to, either.

“Fuck, he’s nothing special! He’s only one guy!”

“Maybe he just got lucky once.”

“We just have to kill him!”

The shout brought the other assassins back to their senses.

Shing. They each drew weapons from their waists.

Every one of them held a spear or sword.

“Weapons right away...? How rude.”

“Don’t let your guard down. Go in two at a time.”

The clown seemed to put on an exaggerated reaction.

His fingers idly stroked his mask.

“What ungentlemanly people.”

Was he crying or laughing?

It was impossible to tell.

There were five of them, yet the assassins felt outnumbered.

“Get him!”

“Uaaaaah!”

The tense standoff broke at the command.

Two assassins rushed forward first.

Swoooosh!

Glittering blades tore through the air.

“Oh dear.”

As though he didn’t know what to do, the clown took quick little steps in place.

The vampires had never seen such clumsy footwork before.

His movements were such a mess that it was impossible to read his intentions.

The assassins took it as mockery.

“You fucking bastard...!”

“You lowly human...!”

The blades closed in.

Before they knew it, the assassins were right in front of the boy.

Then.

Crackle!

As if caught on something, the clown’s movements stopped.

White noise flickered over him.

With a crackle, he vanished.

“...?!”

“He disappeared...?”

The next moment.

“How frightening.”

The clown who had vanished appeared behind them.

The mask emerged completely outside their field of vision.

“What...?!”

“Must you carry such ugly things around?”

Before the assassins could react, the clown grabbed both of their arms.

More precisely, he touched the swords they held.

The boy’s fingers brushed them.

“I’ll change them into something better.”

The heavy weapons in their hands suddenly became strangely light.

The assassins were no longer holding swords.

No, they were still swords, but their forms had clearly changed.

‘Balloons.’

Swords made of balloons.

The weapons they held had turned into toys in an instant.

“What the...?!”

They turned around in alarm, but the clown had already put a considerable distance between them.

The swords the assassins had originally wielded had completely disappeared.

The boy spread both hands wide.

“Ta-da, it’s magic!”

A bright, cheerful line.

Then he casually dusted off his hands.

The atmosphere was as clammy as sewer air.

“Now that you all have such lovely weapons, I should carry one fitting for myself too.”

Tap.

Something was now in the clown’s empty hand.

A Stake.

An arrow forged from silver and imbued with sunlight.

Had he picked it up from the floor?

Though it had shattered, one fragment was still as large as a typical dagger.

“I heard vampires are weak to silver, sunlight, and stakes.”

The clown smiled broadly.

“Luckily, this one has all three, doesn’t it?”

“Damn it, kill him...!”

Unable to withstand his presence any longer, the vampires charged.

The assassins kicked off the ground and closed the distance to the clown in an instant.

They surrounded him.

They had decided they needed to strike first somehow.

But it was a meaningless struggle.

Crackle!

The clown took those clumsy steps again.

No.

Not just once, but several times.

Crackle!

Crackle!

Crackle!

The clown flickered from place to place in rapid succession.

Each time his body blinked, he appeared around the assassins from a different direction.

Behind them, beside them, above them, sometimes even beyond the wall...

“Got you.”

Stab.

There was nothing complicated about his trick.

He simply moved behind them and stabbed the assassins with the Stake’s tip.

That was enough.

“Urgh, aaaagh! M-my leg...!”

“My hand is melting! My hand’s melting...!”

“Hot, it’s hot...! Kyaaaaaah!”

A Stake.

Even without being loaded into the Godslaying Crossbow, it was already a powerful weapon.

Against vampires, it was nothing short of a disaster.

The clown casually dealt with the assassins.

“Ghk, khurk...!”

Thud.

Another vampire collapsed.

Their limbs were engulfed in blazing flames.

“Now you’re the only one left, aren’t you?”

“A-ah...”

Only the assassins’ leader remained.

The vampire had fallen backward and stared up at the clown.

His face was utterly pale.

The mask slowly bent at the waist.

“Why are you acting like that?”

Their eyes were roughly level.

The mask was smiling.

“You were boasting about killing me earlier, weren’t you?”

“...”

“Come on, your prey is right in front of you. You can’t let it get away, can you?”

The clown personally placed a sword in the assassin’s hand.

As though inviting him to stab the clown’s neck with it.

The assassin couldn’t move.

“Go on.”

“...”

His eyes fluttered.

His breaths came in trembling gasps.

The assassin couldn’t take his eyes off the clown.

The chill, the fear, the terror crushing him grew beyond control.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Ha ha, you’re shaking so much.”

He

couldn’t

breathe.

“Gasp, gasp...”

“Take a deep breath. I haven’t done anyth#~?%??ing yet?”

The clown’s voice shattered into fragments.

The assassin’s vision warped on its own.

A mask.

A smiling mask.

The corners of its bizarre grin tore wide open.

“You don’t have to be so afraid, we can have a gentlemanly conversa>#{@}tion#@$????????<runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun...>”

Its black mouth opened, revealing an interior larger than the sewer itself.

Tentacles writhed within.

Slimy things licked the assassin’s cheeks.

A crawling sight that split open and ravaged his brain.

His vision tore into every color.

‘Eyes.’

Eyes blinking within it.

Red eyes opened even among the tentacles.

Eyes looking at the assassin.

Watching eyes.

Watching eyes,

watching

eyes.

“Perhaps.”

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The world turned upside down.

Round and round, the world shattered into fragments.

His mind collapsed until he could no longer maintain consciousness.

“Ah, ueeeh...”

Terror pushed to its limit damaged the brain.

At last, the assassin rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Ssssss.

The urine running down his pants mixed with the filthy water.

* * *

“Ah, he broke.”

I had kept at it for quite a while.

I muttered as I looked down at the unconscious assassin.

“Was it really that scary?”

Stakes really were a vampire’s kryptonite.

I’d only held one in front of them and scared them with a few words, but they fainted right away.

I rose to my feet.

“Whew...”

My whole body ached with exhaustion.

My back was soaked in cold sweat, and I was covered in blood.

My vision was spinning too, probably because I kept using those steps.

‘This is killing me.’

Thankfully, I hadn’t been injured thanks to the item.

I tapped today’s MVP.

[Mask of the Evil God]

-Effect: Negates three attacks directed at the wearer. Activates only while worn.

-Current remaining uses: 2/3

Without this thing, I would’ve been completely screwed when that Stake hit me.

I wiped the blood from my mask.

Then I turned toward today’s target.

“Princess.”

Carmilla.

She was sitting on the floor.

“...”

The girl didn’t answer, remaining deathly quiet.

She seemed frightened.

‘Well, she nearly died. It’s understandable.’

I approached, intending to comfort her.

“There, there. This clown took care of all the bad assassins.”

Rustle.

I pulled a bouquet of balloon flowers from my inventory and offered it to her.

I’d heard that presents were perfect for stopping tears.

It had a little blood on it, but so what?

It was the thought that counted.

“Shall we go now?”

“...Me.”

Carmilla mumbled quietly.

Looking closer, tears were streaming down her face.

“S-save me...”

“Pardon?”

Her shoulders trembled.

The fear in her red eyes was clearly aimed at me.

“I, I want to live...”

Carmilla had grown even more pitifully broken since the assassins captured her.

She curled into herself as though trying to hide from me, even a little.

I couldn’t help but panic.

“Please, save me...”

“Eh?”

What?

Why was she suddenly acting like this?

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