The two women who were wearing tight black tech costumes were protesting against each other. Dina, a blonde elf with long hair and a navy blue headband, insists on accusing Cron of being a traitor. But Ariri, the mixed-blood rabbit beastrian and human, firmly denied that it was arranged by someone.
The two of them bickered like children fighting over snacks.
"Are you still wearing that headband, Dina?" Cron walked a little taking his sword. He intends to turn towards Dina, but his gaze ends in a slightly left direction, to the fence of the outdoor building.
“W-what!? You think this is good!?” said the elf, clutching her headband with flushed cheeks.
"On the contrary, you know. Well, a salesperson seems to have lied to me. What did he say? The headband is navy blue?”
“Heh!” Dina looked away. “Unfortunately the seller is telling the truth! It really is navy blue!”
#Fuuuup
Camilla came out of the shadows, instantly knocking them out with a stunt gun.
"I-I told you he's a traitor-" Dina's words were cut off because she fainted.
They fainted for a moment, before Dina could speak her words.
“Oi, oi, Senior! W-why didn't you say it first!?” Cron walked up to two women who seemed to be his former partners.
"Why do seniors have to give permission to juniors?" said Camillia with a jutek. “
“But…” Cron was a bit frustrated with Camilla's attitude. But, he immediately professional to check the contents of their black bag.
The bag has a special and familiar logo. In fact, anyone would know if it says...
Moonshed 747 TEAM
The two items Camilla had mentioned before did exist. A tool to punch straight through the glass of the Metrotube Tower on the 9th floor, right in the Montana Baldevere room. At a glance like their intentions were caught off guard.
However…
Still found other items, Cron continues to search with the intention of seeking absolute truth.
"Are you still looking for something?" added Camillia before hiding back in the shadows. “Well, whatever. I will scout elsewhere, sayonara~”
Cron ignored Camilla. Item after item in the bag was removed.
“W-we're here… on a cooperative agreement… that the Wraith Sanctum…- Senior….” Ariri stammered because the effects of the stun gun were still felt. Now she completely fainted.
“Ariri!” Cron was worried. He immediately held Ariri's hand and cast a certain magic. Then he did it to Dina. They are now free from the effects of the shock and just like taking a nap.
Cron came to an important conclusion.
(*Cron on Mythril, Moonshed brings a Substantial detector and Dimensional Pressure. Moonshed is teaming up with Wraith Sanctum!*)
Not long after Cron broke the news…
(*Cron, what's the meaning of that? Lady Baldevere didn't ask for cooperation with Moonshed!?*)
(Tch! What can I use as evidence!?)
Cron walked out into the crowd toward the Glimmerport Towncircle beyond the fence on the TV station's outdoor top floor. Cron seemed to be in a hurry.
(Fairmind saw occultists… Bonus and Scarlett too… The Countdime saw nothing… Uncle Scheme and Sticht were the same….)
(Wait a minute… come to think of it…. Why are Dina and Ariri coming this way? They also brought two important items?)
Cron thinking deeply as he considered something strange. He was pacing back and forth confused. Cron stopped in a large wall of his thinking.
Suddenly… something destroyed the large wall.
(*Four people from the procession head towards the front door! Moonshed…?*)
The voice returned with incredible panic emphasis.
(*No! The bastard Protea Alliance! Damn it! Fairmind, Bonus, Scarlett, what's the situation over there! Countdime needs help! Countdime needs help!*)
Fairmind, Bonus, Scarlett haven't responded.
Protea, one of the highest alliances in Glimmerport. They are the elite who step on anyone who dares to compete with their commodity with rules beyond what they want. For example, the Wraith Sanctum meeting, which incidentally was far a smaller alliance than Protea, had to pay an external visit to Protea's top brass.
For that reason…
(*Cron to all teams! Countdime back off immediately with Stitch and Scheme! Mythril, we're framed! One person is a traitor!*)
(*Retreat!? Heh! That's not going to happen!*)
Cron got a reply that he immediately noticed from the serious yet stubborn tone of voice of the person, the Countdime.
(*Cron, what about my client?*)
(Lady Baldevere!?)
(*Clients out of all this! Protect them! I'll help countdime. Can I ask Uncle Scheme for help?*)
(*Cron? Can I help you?*)
(*I will make a teleport hole, please do a forced teleport in the hole I made, please!*)
Cron rushed to do it. Beneath the fallen bodies of the two Moonshed women, a teleportation portal was drawn with a brush taken from his pocket.
After that, Cron immediately came to his senses and jumped from the ninth floor.
Cron finally realized…
The Wraith Sanctum put security in place and contributed to Scarlett's performance at Glimmerport's independence celebrations for a specific purpose. There was no way he could get the answer directly from Montana Baldevere. But he reached an important conclusion. Namely to control and concentrate the attention of the Church of Hypogryph. The Hypogryph church sect is indeed a sworn enemy of the Wraiths, banshee, yokai, spirits, vampires and all the ghost and darkness races of the Wraith Sanctum.
The problem is, things don't always go smoothly, those who hide and are careful are soon discovered by others. At least, Cron was aware of the person.
Cron seems to be doing skyboarding. Free fall from the ninth floor with ease. He looked down, the concert procession at the Glimmerport Towncircle was starting to riot. At least after Scarlett's concert. But not because of the concert after Scarlett either. It was triggered by something else.
One of them, Cron saw the Countdime from a height down the equivalent of the 5th floor, dealing with the other four people after the four fell.
(*OI! THEY ARE ENDLESS, THOUGHT! Eh wait… W-WHAT'S THE BONUS, FAIRMIND, AND SCARLETT DOING!? WHY ARE THEY GOING WITH PROTEA!?*)
(*S-should I call Stitch to help you, Countdime?*) Mythril offered.
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Twelve people have fallen.
The crowd began to have no meaning anymore. Several people went and saved themselves.
#Gasp…! Gasp…!
“Tch! It's endless!” The Countdime adjusted his glasses.
#Pssuutt! Tap tap tap!
Arrows were thrown, but the Countdime managed to block them with her blood sword.
So…
He ordered his blood to form like a rope. The blood rope then grabbed the legs of the female elves who rained arrows on the Countdime just now.
The Countdime grabbed his right arm, instantly the blood rope pulled tight and knocked the elves down.
(These amateurs… is Protea this rich to be able to hire these people!?)
The people start to gathering from the concert crowd who want to face the Countdime wholeheartedly.
If twelve fall, there will always be another twelve. What could the Countdime expect from an audience of around a million?
But…
For a moment the Countdime, that neat and competent-looking man, was wide-eyed when he saw three very familiar silhouettes behind the twelve new people who were about to confront him.
(Oi, oi, this is a joke, right?)
#Bang!
#Splash!
A revolver pulled the trigger. But the bullet stopped right in the Countdime's palm, and a clot of blood brushed the bullet away.
The three silhouettes now increasingly visible face.
"Weak! Still too weak, Scarlett!” The Countdime provoked the four people with her cynical laugh.
(What is this? Can Fairmind, Bonus, Scarlett bouhgt by money – no – no! Besides, their faces look blank! There's something weird about them!)
Fairmind, jumped up and let out its sharp claws. Her jump seemed to penetrate the people in front of her.
#Srrraattt!
Fairmind's slashing claws sent the Countdime's blood blade flying wildly and failing to parry. For competent men it has been calculated. He quickly dodged to the right.
The blood then merged again and became a sword.
However…
#Sriiingg~ Splasshh!
“UARRGGHH!”
The Countdime's left arm was severed and oozed a thick, dark red liquid. Schimitar's pointed chain had just split his arm.
He stepped back.
(Tch! Damn it! *gasp…gasp…!*)
#Bzzzippbziip!
As if giving the Countdime no rest, the silver bullets immediately straddled him.
Scarlett stretched out her two arms which were armed with silenced semi-automatic rifles.
Several of the bullets pierced the Countdime's chest.
#Drip… drip…
His left arm dripped blood quite profusely.
The Countdime Movement is a mess. Now he can only defend and dodge. Even his bloodsword did nothing against the Fairmind's claws.
(Th-they… *gasp…* fully prepared…. *gasp… gasp…* Do I have to wear that!?)
Before the Countdime agreed to his idea, Fairmind was two inches ahead of him. The claw tip glittered towards the Countdime's left eye.
It all just happened.
#Srreeet…
Fairmind's body split in two. The Wraith's fluorescent green fluid from Fairmind's body leaked out like a leaky pipe.
#Srressshhh!
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