Chapter 11

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Drawing a dagger from my waist sash, I threw it upwards.

The dagger reached my target as planned, but was tragically repelled by an invisible barrier. The man standing in mid-air chortled.

“Wahahaha! How’s that feel!? You can’t do a thing against me, you oppressor!”

“Silence, graffiti-man,” I said, checking my foothold.

I was on a roof and no one was following from below. Just my opponent floating in midair, and I, standing on the corner of a roof.

Ugh, you useless soldiers! How long does it take to climb a roof!?

I drew another dagger and threw it at my enemy, knowing it was wasted effort.

Hey there, my name’s Luvenis. I’m 26 years old this year.

I work as a general at a certain castle! Also, I’m secretly a former assassin.

… Cheerfully introducing myself won’t change anything though! To understand the situation, we must first go back two months ago.

To the west of the castle city was a large town with many wealthy nobles. But one day, a graffiti maniac began graffitiing everywhere.

From nobles’ mansions to guard stations, walls all over the town had been graffitied on, provoking the rage of the citizens.

If that was all, we could’ve passed it off as a children’s prank and let it go, but the graffiti itself was… criticizing this country’s religion, you could say. So, a request for the graffiti maniac’s arrest came to the castle and I was assigned to take care of it for some reason. And now, back to the present!

He’s using magic! You guys should’ve realized he was a magician from the moment he criticized the religion!

“Listen to me, you oppressor. You all oppress magicians because you think Ilitirudia is the only god, but that’s clearly heresy when you look at the history of this continent…”

“Oh, you can stop now. I’m no good at talking about serious stuff like that. Plus, I’m not even from this country. And I’m not religious.”

“… Then why are you here?”

“Work is work, man.”

“… Oh.”

Don’t make your disappointment so obvious!

It’s your fault for flying away when we caught you writing, ‘Calling on all people of the Aitea faith!’

Thanks to that, although we chased him in a group, only I could climb onto the roof! You better take responsibility for this!

I used magic daggers against magicians in my assassin days, but magic items were banned in this country.

So obviously, I only had normal daggers. My daggers bounce off his barrier and I dodge his magic. Aargh, there’s no end to this!

The floating man glared at me, lips curled inwards.

“Then bring me someone smarter and haughtier!”

“I’ll introduce you to the violent princess so come to the castle.”

“No thanks!”

“Don’t be selfish!”

… Why did all the jobs that come to me turn out like this.

I’ve had enough. I’m pulling out my trump card. You’re gonna regret this.

I grabbed the cloth bag hanging from my waist by the opening and held it up high

“Listen! If you want to apologise, do it now. I’m not taking responsibility for this.”

“Hah, you’re nothing but a minion of the oppressors. You think that one bag can affect me?”

“I took it out because I know it will! Go, Tina!”

I turned the bag—that had something soft and warm inside—upside down.

What rolled out onto the roof was a black and white cat meowing… wait, black and white?

“Aargh, I got the wrong cat!”

“Wahahaha! You cat-loving rascal!”

How could this have happened! I must’ve mistaken Tina for one of the cats she picked up! It’s because I was fumbling as I stuffed it into the bag before dawn! I’m so stupid!

And I would’ve treated it better if I knew it was a real cat! I’m sorry, Gedolf! (just named it)

Anyway, isn’t this kind of bad!?

I had no chance of catching that magician without my trump card. At this rate, I’ll have to report that I found him but he escaped.

Mm. I’ll be killed by the violent princess. It’s over for me. This is the end of my life.

“… Goddamn it! I want to escape abroad!”

“Yeah, you should! Come on, get out of this country already!”

But then, a girl’s voice came from the sky.

“So loud.”

The magician stopped chortling, his mouth agape. He timidly looked up at the sky.

… Ah, you came for me? I’m sorry, Tina. I’ll go catch Gedolf while you do your thing.

An idiotic voice came from the man above.

“A, a magician…?”

“It’s rare for a magician to be an Aitea believer. But you’re loud so shut up.”

A smile leaked onto the black-haired girl’s (who’s a woman) face. She held out her white hand towards the man.

Then, an explosion. It resounded throughout the clear sky. I chased after the kitten running away in panic.

Should I have warned him he was up against a witch? Oh well, too late.

Anyway, my job’s over now! I didn’t do anything but it’s over! Thank you very much!

I gave Tina a quick rundown of the situation.

“I see,” she said.

Giving lazy responses was such a classic Tina thing to do. She leaned on a wall with her arms crossed and glanced at the tied up magician on the floor.

Noticing her gaze, the man stuck his tongue out with a wink. You do know it’s not cute at all if a middle-aged man does that, right? It makes me want to kill you.

This man—the graffiti maniac that Tina captured—was apparently a traveller from the south.

He entered this country, hiding his identity as a magician, and visited various towns while researching the religion until the inn he was at was assaulted by bandits. He repelled them with magic, but the villagers chased him out.

“I can understand how you feel. They tried to kill you when you saved them,” I said.

“Right? Right?”

“But that’s how this country works. Graffitiing won’t get you anywhere,” Tina said.

“Isn’t it irritating though? You’re a magician too, you should understand. I want the people of this country to become aware of their foolishness.”

Tina ignored the man and headed to the door, leaving us behind in the roofless shed. It was roofless because she blew the roof off to enter.

Hmm, she’s definitely in a sour mood. She was always sour, but this time was different from the usual. I probably shouldn’t touch on it.

Once the door closed, the man shifted his gaze to me.

“Did I anger her? She’s a powerful magician, isn’t she? If she’s not a religious magician, does that mean she’s from Tuldahl?”

“What? Don’t ask me.”

Wasn’t Tuldahl the huge magic nation that was destroyed ten-something years ago? I was still a kid back then so I barely remember it. I mean, I don’t even know Tina’s full name.

But anyway, now wasn’t the time to think about that. My subordinates would catch up soon.

I approached the man and pulled out my dagger. He whimpered as I cut the rope.

“Come on, get going. Leave this country.”

“… You’re helping me?”

“You’d get a whipping if you were a simple graffiti maniac, but if they find out you’re a magician, you’d get the death penalty, no questions asked. Plus, I’m her housemate. I don’t want to kill magicians for being magicians.”

I’ll get punished for this instead though!

But if I ignored my justice here, I would lose the right to live with Tina.

She was like family to me, after all.

Would erasing the graffiti lessen my punishment? I hope it does!

The man bowed his head and thanked me as he disappeared. Don’t come back, you hear me!?

I’ll gather my subordinates and write a report… oh and I need to feed Gedolf.

I distracted myself by making a mental to-do list as I returned to the castle, but when I got there, I was told all the graffiti disappeared.

Did the man do it as he escaped, or did Tina do it? Oh well, who cares. I don’t get magic at all.

But thanks to that, my punishment was only polishing the floor of the long hallways 500 times back and forth!

Wow, I hate how I genuinely think this is a light punishment!

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