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Assassins and Girls (1)

After roughly discussing with Kaiden, I was walking out into the training room when I heard a trembling cry from somewhere.

“senior!”

As expected, a girl with azure hair stood in front of me panting.

Her reddened eyes and the teardrops hanging from the tips of her long eyelashes told her how she was feeling.

It looked pitiful at first glance, but that slender figure was camouflage.

The rushing sensations spoke for the murderous intent hidden behind her tears.

Its intent to kill was clearly directed at Kayden, who was still in the training room.

“it’s okay? senior? sick?”

Livia approached me lightly and spoke in a voice mixed with a bit of crying.

Her azure eyes were full of me.

Those moist eyes were beautiful.

For a moment, my heart was throbbing.

It was a look that seemed to be bewitching, so if I hadn’t known Libya’s true nature, I would have been smitten with it.

“It’s a little torn.”

I wiped the blood flowing from the wound on my cheek casually.

Then, the reason: I watched Libya, whose affinity for me rise because of her toughness.

Her expression, which changed every moment, was genuinely worried about me.

Although everything else is false, Libya’s feelings for me are not.

Although he knew the sincerity of his feelings, he was reluctant to set a trap using Libya’s feelings.

‘But I can’t let Yuria die.’

I averted my eyes from the stinging heart.

Libya will not be persuaded no matter what you say now.

I have no choice but to use another method.

Since Kayden scarred my face, Libya’s first target must have changed from Yuria to Kayden.

First of all, the possibility of hurting Yuria immediately was reduced.

“…I wish I had learned how to heal wounds.”

Instead of killing people, Livia reached out, lamenting what she hadn’t learned.

Actually, it’s not that I couldn’t learn it, and I couldn’t use it in the first place.

Magic was also able to heal light wounds, but for some reason Libya couldn’t use it.

Livia reached out to my face as if she was really sorry.

I gently grabbed her hand before it touched my cheek.

Livia flinched and looked up at me.

“senior?”

I looked into Libya’s eyes and said nonchalantly.

“I will take care of it. You know you can.”

Libya seemed to understand the meaning of my refusal, and slightly bit her lower lip.

But the next moment, Livia opened her lips and smiled brightly.

“Senior is also true-. Then I don’t have to worry, right?”

Livia’s eyebrows trembled slightly.

To the point where I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t noticed in the first place.

I guessed that feeling in Libya.

Libya will not want to reveal her true feelings to me.

According to the setting, she didn’t know how to reveal her feelings to others.

Because I was trained that way.

She underwent rigorous training until hiding her true feelings felt like her instinct.

That was the way she lived her whole life.

Through him, Libya created numerous masks inside herself.

A lovely commoner girl, a ruthless and terrifying assassin, a rich girl, and so on.

That way, Livia didn’t even know who she was.

Even now, she must have been wearing a mask.

The reason for making her that way was to make her acquire the magic of writing.

Magic that transforms one of his many ‘masks’ into a real entity.

A special ability handed down to the Assassination Guild of Libya.

Also known as filmmaking.

It was the essence of assassination magic acquired through countless inhuman training.

In order to learn this, Libya’s father had Libya’s humanity horribly twisted.

And this ability was, in a sense, the strongest in that it made it possible to handle dozens of powerful monsters at the same time.

You could never win against them from the front.

To stop her, this ability had to be sealed.

‘…It’s not that I don’t feel sympathy.’

I said, thinking of her setting.

That setting was also her murky past.

I felt Libya’s gaze on my wound and gently brushed my cheek.

The bitter pain disappeared, and the wounds were also neatly erased.

In the first place, the reason why he left the scar on his cheek until now was only to show her.

“I’m fine now.”

I said, showing my cheek to Livia.

A sincere relief settled on Livia’s face, and she felt at ease.

In the corners of Livia’s eyes, there were teardrops that she didn’t notice.

I gently put my hand on her cheek and inadvertently wiped the water droplets from her eyes.

Nias, who cried often, had developed this habit without even realizing it.

“It’s okay.”

Libya made a high-pitched noise, as if taken by surprise.

Then, feeling restless somewhere, even the corners of my ears turned bright red in an instant.

“…thanks. senior.”

Finally, Libya spoke shyly, pursed her thick lips.

And as if she wanted to say something more, Livia blinked like an idiot.

I wanted to sigh, but she didn’t know what else to say, so I smiled and said.

“The ordinance will be late.”

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Just then, the bell rang.

Livia, who was looking for words, soon closed her mouth and smiled.

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After a simple morning routine and self-introduction, we moved on to orientation for each subject.

“That’s why mageology is, in other words, the image in our inner being. In other words, it is a study that explores the fundamental nature of how to construct images or scenes that come to mind due to the imagination of our brain. .”

Livia couldn’t focus on the explanation of Roman, the magic professor, in front of her eyes, and stayed in her memory at a certain point.

‘What was I trying to say?’

Libya thought of that time and touched the area under her eyes.

The senpai’s thumb touched his cheek, and passed under the corner of his eye where the tears were hanging.

The senpai who removed his hand as if embarrassed, felt very lovable.

So, obviously, Libya wanted to say something more after saying thank you.

However, Libya could not figure out what she wanted to say herself.

Some words clung to the throat, to the tongue, to the lips, but were not made into words.

‘Why?’

Libya felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable with that kind of self.

It couldn’t have happened.

At any given moment, what words fit, and what to do, Libya has been thoroughly trained.

There were dozens of masks he could change according to the situation, and he was able to perfectly portray them.

The current mask is a lively girl.

I’m sure he could have come up with something that would suit him.

‘No, I already said that.’

Thank you. senior.

so, i said

Still, something more was about to come out.

‘But what?’

Libya couldn’t understand herself like that.

What else was trying to come out? out of your own mouth.

– You are an assassin.

At that moment, for some reason, Livia’s father’s horrifyingly low voice surfaced in her memory.

A dark, deep room in the Assassin’s Guild.

A place where only the dim lights created by candlelight flicker like lights leading to the underworld in the darkness like an abyss.

‘He must have run away.’

Why did I think of what I wanted to say to my senior, but I don’t know if that terrible place came to mind.

Shaking my head, I heard the professor’s words again.

“Based on our experience of the environmental world that surrounds us, we build mental images to use magic. this is… .”

However, Libya was sucked back deep inside in an instant.

– Hide everything.

It was again.

Livia felt the words follow her like a gourd.

-Do you want to save your mother? is that your wish? then… .

At first, Libya seemed to hate killing people.

Maybe that’s what I remembered.

So, the father tried to motivate Libya.

At first, he gave Livia something to love madly.

Then, he took it away.

As Livia wandered in search of her beloved, her father held a knife in his hand.

– Kill.

My father’s voice echoed in my head.

So Libya had to kill someone to get something back.

Only then could I get what I love.

What Livia loved was her mother.

A sickly, thin, dying mother.

I loved her so madly, but my father killed my mother because of him.

To make yourself the best assassin.

With my sickly mother in front of me, I remembered what my father had said.

A sword with the heavy feel of a dagger held in one’s hand and a cool edge that seems to be cut just by looking at it.

The sword that shimmered dimly in the candlelight, as well as her own face dripping with tears.

The more Livia thought about it, the more she felt the headache getting worse.

So instead, I focused on something a little more comfortable.

it was hate

‘The senior’s cheek looked painful.’

It was a life-threatening wound.

However, the moment she saw the red blood in her eyes, Libya felt a burning desire to kill.

And that intent to kill was the most familiar emotion Libya had felt throughout her life.

Livia looked at Leonhard, who was sitting a little away from her.

As I looked at him, my heart started beating again.

Excitement and joy filled my heart to the point of running out of breath.

– For the one you love, you have to kill it.

Livia didn’t know how to love other than that.

So tonight, for the sake of you… .

I will kill the person who hurt my senior.

‘Wait for me. senior.’

I will protect you.