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◈ Reincarnated as the Villain's Heir

Chapter 11: This Is My First Mission? This...?

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Luchel and I were walking through the royal capital at night.

After proceeding through the lively entertainment district, the bar Flash Night soon came into view.

At a glance, the bar looked like it was running a normal business, but in truth, illegal drugs were secretly bought and sold there.

In the game, it had already been replaced by a different shop, but you could hear from an NPC that illegal drug deals had once been conducted here.

Leorg had probably given me a mission that included gathering information, but there was nothing to it.

With game knowledge, I generally knew what I needed.

In the game, it had only been a "huh, neat" sort of detail, but I never thought it would prove useful like this.

Right now, Luchel and I were walking with hoods pulled over our heads so we would not stand out.

Two children walking around at night would be unnatural, after all.

"Um, Lord Alphys. Doesn't this outfit make us stand out more?"

"Not at all. Look carefully. There are people in flashy outfits over there and over here. Even if we mix in, there will be no problem."

"I see! As expected of you, Lord Alphys!"

Exactly. Without hoods, we would look completely like children, and that would be bad.

By wearing hoods, though, we could become suspicious person number one and suspicious person number two.

A perfect plan, if I did say so myself-

"Hey! You little kids over there!"

Hm? Was someone talking to us?

Must be my imagination. There were short people everywhere.

Or so I thought, but then someone grabbed my shoulder.

His breath reeked of alcohol.

"No good, kids shouldn't be walking around at this hour... Gufah!"

"Let's go."

When I drove a blow into his solar plexus, he must have been extremely tired, because he fell asleep.

He would catch a cold sleeping in a place like this, but that was none of my business.

"Lord Alphys, what was that just now?"

"There are many people like that in the city at night. Stay alert."

"Yes!"

Good. Luchel did not retort.

In other words, my plan had succeeded perfectly.

Pulling myself together, I kept walking, and Flash Night finally came into view.

Beside an unobtrusive sign was a small entrance.

It practically said, We are not doing anything here, please ignore us.

Going in through the front would be unwise, so we circled around to the back entrance.

Once we went around back, the atmosphere instantly became that of a back alley.

Garbage was piled high along the dirty, deserted road, and the stench was intense.

It felt like the underside of the glittering entertainment district.

They made the front look pretty, but this was what the back looked like.

"Lord Alphys, are we not going in?"

"It would be better to catch someone who comes out. Oh, here comes one."

A middle-aged man came out yawning and lit a cigar.

I pointed my sword at him from behind.

"Do not speak. Make a sound, and I will kill you."

"...!"

He seemed quick to understand, and without making a sound, the man raised both hands.

I had him place his hands on the wall and turn his back to me.

"Illegal drugs are being traded here, aren't they? Tell me where the drugs are hidden."

"I-I don't know. It's true... Gyaah!"

I stepped on his foot and ground down.

With my current strength, crushing this man's foot would be easy.

The man must have sensed that, because he raised both hands higher to show his surrender.

"If you will not talk, I only need to kill you and search on my own. But it would save me trouble if you spoke."

"The liquor... The warehouse with the liquor... under the floor..."

"Good. Guide me."

With my sword pointed at the man, I made him walk and entered through the back door.

When we reached the liquor warehouse, the man pointed at the floor.

"Open it."

The man pressed the floor with his thumb, and it opened like a rotating door.

Inside, a large number of bottled drugs had been packed away and stored.

This was the illegal drug I had heard about, Belanna.

Long ago, a witch named Belaina apparently created it. When drunk, it activated the drinker's mana and drastically increased physical ability.

It put the body into a state similar to mana reinforcement and supposedly caused an incredibly euphoric feeling.

But if an ordinary person unaccustomed to controlling mana used it, their body could not endure it.

Due to the sudden surge of mana, they would enter a state of mana explosion, or Mana Burn, and could even die.

"There is more than I expected. Good. Call the master."

"Huh? Why..."

"Just call him."

I kept the sword pointed at the man's back and made him walk, then had him call the master.

The master, knowing nothing, arrived and was surprised by our presence.

"Wh-what are these brats?!"

"You are the master? Is House Demaseka behind you?"

"To think brats like you sniffed this place out..."

The master made a sour face, but he still seemed composed.

Probably because we were children.

"M-Master! We should run! This brat is seriously bad news!"

"Idiot. You think people of the underworld like us can turn tail while brats are looking down on us? If you run, I will kill you here too."

The master finished saying that and charged.

He held a knife in one hand and handled it deftly, but his movements were far too sloppy.

When I kicked up that hand, he dropped the knife he had been holding.

"Guh...! Y-you brat!"

"You have not trained enough. Is that knife really your best weapon?"

"This one is not just a brat... Then it cannot be helped."

The master pulled a bottle from his coat, opened the lid, and drank the Belanna.

His muscles swelled as if exploding, and his clothes tore apart.

Now more than twice his original size, the master drooled while flexing his fingers.

"This! This is the stuff! Hey, you drink too!"

"Y-yes!"

The subordinate I had threatened also drank Belanna, and his body's volume increased.

And so, two muscle lumps were born.

"Ugh, gross..."

"How shallow. What meaning is there in temporary strength? Though, more importantly..."

I cut off both men's arms and legs.

After their limbs were wrapped in darkness and vanished, their remaining bodies fell to the floor.

"This is far removed from the definition of strength."

"A-ah, huh? Why, why?! Ah, p-please help me! Please!"

"Then tell me the other transaction location. If you do, I will spare your life, at least."

"W-west Third Street of the royal capital, in front of the Demaseka warehouse... midnight..."

In front of the Demaseka warehouse meant inside the grounds of the trading company run by House Demaseka.

It was more straightforward than I expected. That helped.

"Good. I understand."

"Then you will spare..."

"Good. I have spared only your life without killing you. Now die."

"Eh...?"

I had not said a word about letting him live forever without killing him.

When I cut through the remaining bodies with the magic sword, both men were completely swallowed by darkness.

Where things buried in darkness went, even I did not know.

The only things left behind were the illegal drugs.

There were no traces of murder whatsoever.

"Hm. This magic sword is more convenient than I expected. Perfect for taking out the trash."

"What a way to put it."

The demon god emerged from the magic sword.

Having her appear unexpectedly was a bit troublesome.

"No, you do not need to come out."

"I would like you to aim for greater prey instead of cutting down small fry like this."

She had a point.

But it was not as if I liked cutting down people who were hardly different from thugs.

The demon god gave a huge yawn and made a show of how bored she was.

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