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"Aren't you the ambassador's maid? Would it benefit you if I killed the ambassador?"
"Yes, that's true."
After Aoba's reminder, Chelsea slapped her forehead in realization, but the smile on her lips didn't fade.
"However, if I could show the chef the way, could I ask him for a small favor?"
After she finished speaking, she made a small gesture with her delicate white fingertips.
A little favor?
Aoba's opinion of Chelsea has indeed changed somewhat.
If he assassinates the ambassador, Chelsea will gain nothing; she might even be kicked out of the mansion.
His final fate was tragic.
How could she have such a thought?
"You and that ambassador from the capital don't get along?"
"Incompatible?" Chelsea smiled and shook her head, looking at Aoba with a hint of doubt in her eyes:
"Master Chef, I now believe you might really be a chef."
"Shouldn't an assassin find out about their target before carrying out the assassination? You're very unqualified~"
Find out the situation?
Aoba chuckled softly as well.
I do seem to be a little tipsy, but since I'm a chef, I don't need to hide anything.
Chelsea stared wide-eyed at the faint smile on Aoba's lips.
Mr. Killer, you have a very handsome smile.
It would be such a pity if someone so good-looking died in an assassination attempt.
wrong!
Chelsea, how can you only think about handsome guys!
The girl suddenly slapped her burning cheeks with both hands:
"Cough cough~"
"In short, there isn't a single person in this city who doesn't hate the ambassador. That's not the case, except perhaps among his colleagues?"
"Could it be that you, Chef, were sent by one of the ambassador's political enemies?"
Seeing Chelsea's slightly flushed face, Aoba's initial anger subsided somewhat.
"No, it's just that I have some trouble with him that I need to resolve."
"Trouble?" Chelsea glanced at Aoba out of the corner of her eye, then suddenly laughed. "Did Eric see the chef and then present him to the ambassador as a gift?"
Uh. .
There's no need to be so blunt about this.
Is it a good thing that the ambassador is gay?
"Haha, it seems I guessed right."
The girl smiled.
Aoba sighed softly.
The two soon arrived at the ambassador's residence in the center of the city.
The mansion is very large.
It's not even the same as other buildings in the city.
Even the main gate has lanterns and guards on duty.
Clang——!
Sword light spilled across the ground.
The guard on guard became alert upon hearing the unusual noise. After looking around but seeing nothing amiss, he returned to his original position.
And in the shadows beside the gate.
Chelsea pulled Qingye and pressed her against the bluestone brick wall.
Seeing that the guards didn't come out to check, he breathed a sigh of relief and poked Qingye's waist with his hand:
"Are you stupid?!"
"What assassin would use the front door to carry out an assassination?"
The girl's almond-shaped eyes widened, her chest swelled, and she almost choked.
Are you really an assassin?
Aoba was pulled towards her, and the girl's strength surprised him.
"I told you I'm just a chef."
"Alright, Mr. Chef, please do as I say, okay?"
Chelsea scolded Aoba and led him through a side door.
Walk through the maze of cobblestone paths and courtyards.
Along the way, we didn't encounter a single person, not even a ghost.
"You... have been planning this for a long time?"
Standing in front of a secluded manor within the estate, Aoba paused, then looked at Chelsea in surprise.
Is this a maid?
Aren't you more like a killer than I am?!
They even planned out the escape route and had such accurate knowledge of the ambassador's whereabouts.
Girl, aren't you the killer?
"Mind your own business, but don't forget you promised to help."
Chelsea waved to Aoba and then hid behind a nearby artificial hill.
"Ok."
Qingye nodded.
After all, Chelsea really led the way.
Now it's time for things to come to an end.
He drew his sword and pushed open the manor gate.
The interior was resplendent with gold and jade.
Countless luxury goods and gold products glittered.
In the hall, which resembled a palace, the fire in the fireplace burned brightly.
A spark leaped out of the fireplace and landed on the carpet, creating a few sparks.
But immediately...
It was then extinguished by something that looked like a pinball.
That thing—it's not a pinball.
"Oh?! You delivered the good stuff so quickly?"
A fat pig with a large belly was sitting on a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, tearing at the boy's genitals with its hands.
In the dish in front of him was a sphere exactly the same as the one on the ground.
He dipped it in the red sauce with his fork and put it in his mouth.
Creak~
Accompanied by the harsh chewing sound, the ambassador seemed to sense something and turned to look at Aoba:
"Ok?"
"Oh ho ho!"
"Looks like Eric wasn't lying to me, this is really good stuff!"
In an instant.
After seeing Qingye's face clearly, he withdrew his blood-soaked hand, struggled to his feet, and walked towards Qingye.
His eyes glowed green, and his voice was harsh, like that of a castrated eunuch.
"As expected, I really can't stand this kind of thing."
Qingye's eyebrows and eyes were downcast.
He didn't go to see the terrible state of the room again.
He turned around and walked outside.
"stop!"
Wow——!
The moment the ambassador uttered that harsh voice, the tableware he had just used began to float up out of thin air.
"what!"
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His body fat provided him with sufficient protection, and the gold tableware could not penetrate him at all.
The ambassador's body was riddled with holes, blood gushing out.
Even with their small, bright green eyes wide open, they seemed unable to make out Qingye's silhouette.
He doesn't want to die.