Charlot held the Anti-Space Le Rifle in his hands, pting uhe darkened sky for a long while. Mimig Lord Leo’s habit, he hid the extraordinary rifle inside his colr. After retrieving all his anti-magic armor-pierg rounds from his room, he avoided the mairance, cast Cat Spirit Magid transformed into a young, nimble cat before heading straight toward No. 5 Dragon Fort Street, Chelsea Detective Agen the Alcatras District.

  He wasirely sure what he would find there, but he knew he had to go.

  How could there be such a thing as being stantly assassinated without retaliating?

  The Alcatras District, home to the middle css, wasn’t far from the Picardy District. Many middle-css residents of Alcatras preferred shopping in Picardy, with several eg roads linking the two districts.

  Transformed into a nimble young cat, Charlot leaped across rooftops like a streak of lightning.

  Once he cast Cat Spirit Magic, he retained his Eye of Insight and Swiftstep Teique, with his spirituality remaining intact. However, Blood Glory was sealed by the cat’s form, preventing its use.

  In other words, after using Cat Spirit Magic, he had speed—but very little bat ability.

  Charlot wasn’t particurly ed, though. After all, a cat running freely across rooftops in the dead of night drew far less attention than a person.

  After dozens of minutes, Charlot g a street sign—he had reached Dragon Fort Street. Following it, he quickly spotted the sign for Chelsea Detective Agency.

  In Strasb, all detective agencies dispyed signs to help those seeking aid find the appropriate agency.

  It was already te at night. Most of Chelsea Detective Agency’s windows were dark, yet the sed fllowed faintly with light where silence should have reigned.

  Relying on his cat-like agility, Charlot leapt onto the rooftop of the detective agend found a ey to slip through.

  The Chelsea Detective Agency was housed in a small three-story building with only three rooms per floor. Charlot prowled through the third floor, finding nothing out of por anyone present, so he silently desded to the sed floor.

  There, outside the lit room, he quietly crouched down and listeo the voices within.

  “Frederica, be gentler!”

  “I am gentle! How did you end up in such a mess? Did you enter a near-fatal terattack?”

  “No!”

  “No? Then how are you this ihe oppo must be a master swordsman. This strike was both venomous and ruthless, remi of those vampires’ sword teiques.”

  “Yes, but no near-fatal terattack. I’m the only one who got hurt—the target was unharmed.”

  “Algernon! What are you saying? You got hurt, yet you didn’t kill the target?”

  The brown-haired, gray-eyed Algernon spread his hands, his thinly furred ears drooping as he said, “I didn’t expect this target to be so troublesome. I’ve attempted to assassinate him twice. The first time, I got stabbed with a sword and had to retreat. This time, I got hit on the head with an axe.” He turo show the girl the rge, round, blood-tinged bump on the back of his head—a mark left by a Vampiric Axe.

  The girl gasped in shock. “Were you sent to assassinate a high-ranking Transdent? This intelligence group is being more ridiculous by the day—they ’t even do basic reaissance properly!”

  Algernon sighed. “He shouldn’t be high-rank, or even mid-rank. The report beled him as a Fourth Rank. It’s not very accurate, but he ’t be above Fifth Rank at most! It’s just that he cultivates Blood Glory…”

  The girl, named Frederica, had the typical features of a felikin. She possessed a beautiful face, a slender figure, and twe, round ears. Her emerald-green eyes shoh energy and fervor, while faint dark spots marked her healthy bronze skin. However, she wasn’t a mere cat girl—she was a genuine leirl.

  Frederica muttered, “Blood Glory? That trashy extraordinary teique? Nobody cultivates that in the Old ti anymore. After all, the great empires don’t permit senseless killings. Without killing, cultivating Blood Glory is as slow as a tortoise.”

  “The only nation uned with killing civilians is Byron, but the vampires there despise Blood Glory. If they cateone cultivating it, they’ll execute them without mercy.”

  Algernon said quietly, “His cultivation in Blood Glory is indeed low, but he’s mastered Bloodfire Aura and Angel’s Thorn!”

  “That man’s swordsmanship is exceptional, and his bat strength is terrifying. He has an uny intuition that allows him to see through my bde variations and respond with perfectly tering moves.“Moreover, he’s extremely ing. My sed assassination attempt failed because he set a trap for me. The moment I attacked, he nearly blew my head off with a sirike!”

  Algernon didn’t dare to eborate oails. After all, being fooled by such a simple trick was nothing to be proud of.

  Charlot stretched zily and thought to himself, “So this guy’s name is Algernon!”

  “It’s time to kill him.”

  “Might as well kill that beastkin girl too!”

  “Although she’s i, so am I. Taking them both out should temporarily sever the Orc Assassin Alliance’s influen Strasb aheir sending of a third wave of assassins.”

  “Or I could start a fire…”

  “Burransa ledgers or something…”

  Charlot began calg the best way to strike.

  Algernon, with his brown hair and gray eyes, was clearly strohan Charlot. Meanwhile, Frederica’s strength was unknown. If he failed and the two teamed up against him, he wouldn’t stand a ce.

  “I’ll kill Frederica first!”

  Having made up his mind, Charlot tensed his four paws, then unched himself into the air. While still mid-jump, the cat transformed into a handsome young man. Reag for his colr, he drew out the Anti-Space Le Rifle. Before even nding, he had already taken aim.

  The moment his feet touched the ground, he decisively pulled the trigger.

  An anti-magic armor-pierg round bsted through the room’s door, leaving a massive, gaping hole.

  Charlot fired, but somethi off—through the hole, he couldn’t see the girl.

  “I missed!”

  Without hesitation, Charlot returhe rifle to his colr, sprang up instantly, and bolted toward the third floor.

  Just as he leaped, a long, slender leg smashed into the ground where he’d been.

  Had Charlot been even a moment slower, that strike would have shattered all his ribs.

  The leirl, Frederica, twisted her waist gracefully, leaping after him. She shouted sharply, “Die!”

  Her attack was answered by a Vampiric Axe flying toward her!

  While still mid-air, Frederica moved as though she could fly. Twisting her body, she barely dodged the axe and reached to snatch its handle. Yet, as if alive, the axe suddenly shifted dire and swung toward her wrist.

  Frederica’s wrist twisted nimbly, knog the axe aside.

  The Vampiric Axe spun in the air, let out a shriek, and flew up to the third floor.