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Somewhere on the outskirts of Margel.
A certain woman was carelessly thrown to the ground by an athlete in a mask, but her spy-like physique and the soft ground beneath her feet allowed her to land without much trouble.
— And after the last time, you're still not wearing a neck brace? I was sure it would put you out of commission for at least half the month.
— A kind gentleman provided timely assistance, for which I am eternally grateful... Now I can continue my mission.
— Ah, that samurai guy.
— He smelled the same as you.
— You're so perverse.
— That's not what I meant!
— Ha-ha, I got it. I felt it too... It was unsettling. If it weren't for that, I would have smashed his skull right there.
— Are you sure? Maybe he would have beaten you. Unlike you, he was full of an aura of dignity.
— Haa, are you falling for him? Ha-ha.
— It's none of your business... — The woman briefly looked away shyly. — Lance, Farellia... Only you can help the homeland.
— Are we back to that again? You know my price.
— I can't promise you that. Even if it's for the good of the country, my honor and dignity are not something I can easily part with.
— Then I'm not interested.
— Today, news reached me... Although it pains me to even think about it, but... If you complete this mission, His Majesty has agreed to give Her Highness to you in marriage...
— Pfft, you should know very well that I won't tie myself down to one woman.
— His Majesty doesn't mind if you have... Mistresses... — The spy's face contorted with disgust at the feeling in her heart. — And why... Why did a person with your talents turn out to be someone like you...
— O-oh? Wait a minute. Does that mean I'll be the next king?
— It's... Not impossible.
— O... Oh! That's interesting! What do I need to do?
— ... Your task is very simple. You need to deliver this letter to Atropos, the capital of Nephiria.
— And that's all? What's the catch?
— Anyone who crosses the border of Nephiria will be met by hordes of undead. Only a person with your athleticism will be able to avoid clashing with them and withstand the miasma of this country.
The athlete takes off his mask.
— It's time to change the mood, — :D, — and get to work!
A certain woman was carelessly thrown to the ground by an athlete in a mask, but her spy-like physique and the soft ground beneath her feet allowed her to land without much trouble.
— And after the last time, you're still not wearing a neck brace? I was sure it would put you out of commission for at least half the month.
— A kind gentleman provided timely assistance, for which I am eternally grateful... Now I can continue my mission.
— Ah, that samurai guy.
— He smelled the same as you.
— You're so perverse.
— That's not what I meant!
— Ha-ha, I got it. I felt it too... It was unsettling. If it weren't for that, I would have smashed his skull right there.
— Are you sure? Maybe he would have beaten you. Unlike you, he was full of an aura of dignity.
— Haa, are you falling for him? Ha-ha.
— It's none of your business... — The woman briefly looked away shyly. — Lance, Farellia... Only you can help the homeland.
— Are we back to that again? You know my price.
— I can't promise you that. Even if it's for the good of the country, my honor and dignity are not something I can easily part with.
— Then I'm not interested.
— Today, news reached me... Although it pains me to even think about it, but... If you complete this mission, His Majesty has agreed to give Her Highness to you in marriage...
— Pfft, you should know very well that I won't tie myself down to one woman.
— His Majesty doesn't mind if you have... Mistresses... — The spy's face contorted with disgust at the feeling in her heart. — And why... Why did a person with your talents turn out to be someone like you...
— O-oh? Wait a minute. Does that mean I'll be the next king?
— It's... Not impossible.
— O... Oh! That's interesting! What do I need to do?
— ... Your task is very simple. You need to deliver this letter to Atropos, the capital of Nephiria.
— And that's all? What's the catch?
— Anyone who crosses the border of Nephiria will be met by hordes of undead. Only a person with your athleticism will be able to avoid clashing with them and withstand the miasma of this country.
The athlete takes off his mask.
— It's time to change the mood, — :D, — and get to work!