Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 195: The Black Seed (3) (Part 2)

I had to set action guidelines based on the situation. The actual forces we could deploy were Edis’ first assault team and the first party.

“Let’s see…”

I picked up a quill pen over the map.

And then again.

The next morning arrived.

After a simple breakfast, I donned my armor and strapped on my sword. I wanted to let them handle it on their own, but there were basic duties to attend to.

I was the only one attending.

The other members were scheduled to join in the evening with other parties.

The meeting place was Delphin’s large three-story tent.

It seemed I was the last one, as there was no one outside.

“Stop.”

Two soldiers guarding the entrance blocked my way.

I presented the pass Delphin had given me. The soldier scrutinized the pass and my face before speaking.

“Are you Han Israt?”

“Yes.”

“Enter.”

The spears blocking my way were lifted.

What’s with these guys?

I looked at the faces of the two.

Both had strange eyes. Like a swamp.

They were cloudy and dull.

I entered the tent.

There was no one inside the spacious interior.

Not even a mouse.

The meeting place was a private room on the third floor of the tent.

I climbed the stairs to the upper floor.

Still, no one.

The guards and maids I had seen last time were all gone.

And then.

A familiar smell reached my nose.

“……”

I quickened my pace.

Up to the third floor.

The higher I climbed, the stronger the smell became.

“Hoho.”

A woman’s high-pitched laughter echoed.

“So much for being the strongest in the Empire.”

I put my hand on the hilt of my sword.

Ready to draw at any moment.

I silently walked down the hallway on the third floor of the tent.

“That proud white dragon blood, the Asinia’s prowess, is this all there is?”

Squelch.

Blood spurted from a heap of flesh that seemed to be a human arm.

The blood stained the white carpet in the hallway red, flowing up to my feet.

“……Ha.”

I rubbed my forehead. The hallway was filled with a mountain of human corpses.

None of them were intact. It was impossible to tell gender, build, or age. All were chopped into pieces as if put through a blender.

I found a familiar ring in the corner of the hallway.

I picked up the ring. The surface, covered in blood, had an inscription in elegant letters: “Left hand of the White Dragon, Radasteri.”

I scrutinized the heap of flesh.

Amid the mess of bones, organs, and flesh, I found fragments of a silver armor.

It was obvious whose it was.

“……”

Dead.

No signs of resistance.

Slaughtered in an instant, along with everyone here.

“That’s why you should have given up when I asked nicely. Abandoning the great prince and clinging to that traitorous wench?”

The woman’s voice came from beyond the door.

From the private room on the third floor of the tent where the strategy meeting was to be held.

I quietly stood against the wall beside the door and drew my sword.

“All at once? Or slowly?”

I thought for a moment, then concluded it was meaningless.

The reaction of the soldiers outside and the voice echoing in the hallway.

I already knew.

“Damn it.”

This is how it is for me.

Never easy.

Bang!

I kicked the door open.

The door burst open with splintered wood, revealing the scene inside the private room.

“Ugh, huff, cough…”

Someone was crawling on the floor.

Their clothes were almost completely torn, leaving them half-naked.

Half of their white hair was burnt, and a blood-soaked face peeked through a broken mask.

It was Delphin.

“Crawl. Yes, keep crawling. Crawl like a bug! Hahaha!”

A woman in a dark blue robe was watching from behind.

[Danger!]

[Head of Shutenberg]

[Perseine Riedel von Strabern Lv.???]

The woman’s eyes, filled with madness, turned to me.

Her blood-red lips curved into a smile.

“Look who it is. Our hero.”

The woman approached Delphin and lightly gestured.

Delphin’s body floated as if caught by an invisible hand.

“I was just in the middle of an execution. Perfect timing, hero. You’re about to witness the fall of the so-called strongest in the Empire. It’s quite a sight.”

“Let go! You bastard, I am of the Asinia… Aaaaagh!”

Crunch.

One of Delphine’s broken horns fell to the floor.

The woman, Perseine, who had torn off the horn, spoke.

“Our hero doesn’t even blink in this situation. Is it because you’ve been through so many fierce battles?”

“Head of Shutenberg.”

The name tag was displayed.

In her hand was the sharp fragment of the horn.

“Watch closely.”

Perseine grinned.

And then.

Thunk!

She stabbed the horn into Delphin’s heart.

“Ugh!”

Blood spurted from Delphin’s mouth.

At the same time, I rolled on the floor.

Bang!

Delphin’s body brushed past where I had been standing.

She twitched, embedded deeply in the wall.

“I command you.”

<Die.>

Perseine pointed,

Crunch!

Delphine turned into a bloodied mess.

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