Chapter 76: The End of a Small Conflict

Franklin held his weapon, unable to move, his arm severed by fingertips.

A red coat suddenly appeared, kicking Shizuku in the temple and knocking her unconscious. Never mind who it was; even its gender was unknown. It was still holding the neck of the unconscious Shizuku, so it was already very powerful, but it lacked any precision. With my own ability, Shizuku would definitely get involved.

No, even if that Red Coat didn't intend to use Shizuku as a hostage, let alone collateral damage, Shizuku would definitely die.

Because Shizuku suffered a severe surprise attack, she could maintain her "Absolute" even while asleep. Unless it was recycled and placed in a safe place, the chances of collateral damage and death were too high, even if it wasn't Franklin's melee.

So Franklin held one hand up, motionless.

Feitan instead glanced at Shizuku, gave a light hum, and then slowly stepped forward.

"... Hmm. I thought I had nothing to do, but it seems there is someone with guts."

Franklin decided to leave this place to Feitan, while ensuring he could fire his nephew bullets at any time, in case Shizuku was not recycled while immobile, or in the worst-case scenario, it decided to kill Shizuku at the cost of Shizuku.

Feitan's ability was quite special and difficult to use: "accumulate damage, counterattack," but he did not originally rely on his own ability to fight.

If anything, it was more like an Enhancement, using the four basic systems of "Ryu," "Hard," and "Hard" to fight, and using dark weapons as weapons; as one could imagine from his small physique, he was quite a fighter. He was a speed fighter.

Even if the Red Coat intended to use Shizuku as a shield, she could fight while keeping Shizuku much safer than herself, and there was also the possibility of bringing her back.

... Given his personality, he might not abandon Shizuku, but I worried that the sense of security he tried to obtain would be minimal, but he would make Shizuku think "as long as you're alive." I must.

As the surviving female Auctioneer began to run, Feitan closed the distance with the Red Coat.

I ignored the fleeing woman. If that was a comrade-in-arms of the Red Coat, we could also use that woman as a hostage to trade for Shizuku, but judging by the woman's appearance, we were as clueless as to who she was as we were, so it was puzzling. Because of this, the Red Coat was likely one of the psychics hired by the community, a "Shadow Beast."

If that was the case, regardless of whether it was a member of the organization I belonged to, if it was just a client, I would protect it, and if I could afford it, I would attack the hostage without hesitation.

Originally, I intended to kill all the participants and auction staff, but even if there were witnesses, the Brigade would have no problem.

Originally, they had already prepared balloons for escape, so they didn't have much intention of hiding.

Thus, Feitan completely ignored the fleeing woman and rushed into the Red Coat, first kicking her with a "Hard" leg to see what was going on.

Did the Red Coat not want to protect her actively, or had she also read Feitan's book?

The ability was more of an Incarnation System, but Feitan's kick, also a powerhouse of the Enhancement, completely offset the damage, so Feitan guessed that the opponent was probably an Enhancer, and bit his own Tongue.

For Feitan, he had a very specific restriction: he had to take a certain amount of damage to activate his ability; deliberately ignoring the Enhancement and taking damage was equivalent to suicide, but he fought without activating his ability. The defense on that side was high.

For Feitan, this compatibility was simply the worst, and for someone with high self-esteem and a sadistic hobby like him, it was simply humiliating. The Phantom Troupe spider's thoughts were like one of Feitan's legs, pushing the individual thoughts of Feitan to the edge and making a calm judgment.

Although he could not use one arm while holding Shizuku, he could defend against his own attacks and offset the damage received, so his role was neither to kill the Red Coat nor to take back Shizuku.

If only I could buy some time.

The spider's leg decided so and launched an attack on the Red Coat.

In order not to let it escape, I toyed with my physique and speed, keeping it here.

Franklin must have been thinking the same thing.

He fired bullets toward the direction of the day after tomorrow so as not to hit Shizuku, while blocking the retreat so the Red Coat could not escape.

Before the auction started, the facilitator asked Feitan excitedly, but just in case, other friends who were searching the whole building for whether there were really any Auction Items to be stolen here noticed the abnormal situation and came over. The two acted. Let them come.

This Red Coat was a very powerful Nen user, but even so, if two or three more friends gathered, no, if Uvogin came, they could probably easily defeat Feitan and Franklin.

At the very least, as long as we didn't let our guard down, we wouldn't be killed before our comrades gathered. This Red Coat might not be serious yet, but there wasn't much room to judge Shizuku; that was absolutely correct.

... Although they were convinced, Feitan, despite having the advantage, was still annoyed.

For someone who liked to harass opponents when all attacks were defended and dodged, this was a stimulation for him, but what was even more annoying were the lips that could be seen from under the hood.

A powerful person, just like Feitan, could estimate the opponent's ability.

And even if they thought they had no friends other than themselves, with Shizuku as a hostage, in this 2-on-1 situation, the Red Coat would definitely run out of stamina first and be at a disadvantage. I cannot think of it as an unknown opponent.

However, the opponent didn't look impatient. There were no signs of exhaustion due to the disadvantageous situation, nor was there an expressionless face trying to hide it.

Perhaps, if there was no possibility of boasting and provoking in order not to be perceived as being in a desperate situation, and hoping that this provocation would be handled severely, Feitan would undoubtedly be that provocation. I would be terrified for a ride.

This was too uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the happy smiling lips revealed from under the hood.

"What is going on!?"

In less than a minute, Machi and Uvogin were the first to stop Feitan and Franklin.

"It must be one of the Shadow Beasts!! Shizuku has been hijacked!!"

As usual, Franklin fired a nephew he didn't intend to hit, but didn't intend to escape either.

And that information, the opponent was probably the strongest Nen user selected by each of the Ten Elders from their respective groups, the "Shadow Beast," and the direction and direct combat ability were the same as Hisoka. Uvogin grinned.

"Are you serious!? It was beautiful from the start!!"

"Shizuku! It would be miserable if you got hurt!! Let me heal you!!"

"Hey! Uvo!?"

Machi raised her voice at her companion, who was happy about Franklin's words and said something quite ominous, but of course, it was impossible for this muscle-brain specimen to hear.

Uvogin lightly picked up a luxurious sofa in the hall that could seat several people with one hand and threw it into the red courtyard first. Considering Shizuku, zero compared to the missile.

As expected, the hostage was thrown in a straight line to be crushed, and was kicked back by a leg that was almost "Hard."

The sofa was kicked back directly like a pinball, and Machi, who was close to Uvogin, stood her hair up like a cat, shouting "This blockhead!" while apologizing "Oops!"

And Feitan had no reason to miss the opening created by the Red Coat that was finally built, nor did he have any intention of yielding to Uvogin.

However, I might have been really in a hurry, but I didn't lose my cool.

On the contrary, Feitan was invited to board.

In the "spider web" spreading around this red coat, this was not ours.

"—There is no meaning there."

The Red Coat whispered for the first time.

It was a low, whisper-like voice, so the gender could not be determined from the sound. Most importantly, it was a mutter that I couldn't understand at all, but Feitan was easily deprived of the ability to think about the meaning of the word.

The Red Coat threw Shizuku toward Feitan.

A very small vial, just like a miniature perfume bottle.

The coal-tar-like black viscous liquid inside the small bottle erupted as if boiling, likely due to the incomprehensible noise from the Red Coat; the bottle exploded, and the contents scattered everywhere.

It is difficult to stop suddenly because I kicked out with momentum, but it is not impossible.

However, judging by the amount of liquid, whether it is some kind of Nen Ability or poison, it needs to be covered with something, rather than using the "Hard" state where all the body's aura is concentrated in one spot. I made a decision and kicked it as it was.

Sure enough, even though more liquid splashed onto my legs than expected, there was absolutely no damage; the liquid disappeared immediately as if it had evaporated.

Accompanied by the aura wrapping around me, the liquid was wiped away.

"！?"

Feitan judged the opponent to be an Enhancer, so I thought the thrown liquid was also a type of poison that applied Emission and Transmutation systems alongside enhancement, but it was a vicious effect of "Aura Nullification."

However, perhaps because the amount of liquid was too small, it took about two seconds for Feitan to evaporate and dissolve into the air from the end covered by the aura, and after three seconds, the aura on Feitan's body remained unchanged, lingering and changing shape according to his will.

So Feitan kicked him with all his might.

He watched helplessly as he kicked the back of the already completely ruined red coat, only able to condense the aura of "Hard," rather than "Hard."

The lips under the hood were still smiling at them.

Along with that smile and this action, a possibility surfaced in Feitan's mind.

He worried that this Red Coat might have adopted the same tactics as himself.

After lowering his own attack power to a non-lethal level, he sensed that it was possible he had received it intentionally, while running with the momentum that his brain might break through the floor.

"Hey! That's cunning, Feitan!! Take me with you too!!"

"!? Uvogin!"

Feitan yelled, but this reckless gorilla couldn't stop at all. Whether it was a wild boar or a gorilla, at least one.

He shouted: "Aura!!" and threw it.

"!? Shizuku! Oh my!"

He threw the sofa and punched him; his fist was enough to crush Shizuku, but Uvogin ignored the friends thrown at him and instead held Shizuku in his arms.

Feitan took this opportunity to issue instructions to Machi, taking advantage of the muscle-brained idiot who was running with the momentum of crashing into a wall instead of hitting it, and paused for a moment.

"Machi! Stop that action! Hmph, he might have the same ability as me!!"

"！Okay!"

Franklin, who was about to fire a Nen Bullet according to Feitan's instructions, stopped in a hurry; instead, Machi threw needles in all directions and extended the Nen threads connected to the needles.

If you are a Nen user of the same type as Feitan, if you don't immediately cause damage and capture or kill him, the more you hurt him, the higher your risk.

So, I tried to capture this Red Coat with blood threads for the time being, but Feitan's guess was correct, yet he made a big mistake.

A thick thread was wrapped around the red coat; one touch would slice the body into round pieces. As the gusset moved its fingers like a cradle, the range of the thread gradually narrowed, getting closer and closer to me.

Even so, the lips under the hood were still smiling. The corners of his mouth turned up, muttering something, but no one heard his voice.

"It" was not that it couldn't be heard, but that it had appeared.

"!?】

The Red Coat had brandished it and was ready.

It wasn't that I hid it in my coat sleeve. They knew at a glance that it was composed of aura, a powerful Nen Ability.

Because they knew at a glance, their thoughts were all stained with the color of "Impossible!!"

Judging from the ability to deal with Feitan's attacks and Uvogin's throws, the Red Coat should be 90 out of 100 an Enhancer, but he also materialized a weapon.

And that weapon was not pulp, but a very dense aura; although the gorgeous appearance looked like a stick made of jewels, it was a very complex and exquisite item.

Moreover, it was not just that materialized weapon; no matter how you looked at it, whether it was a club or a sword, it seemed that an amount of aura exceeding the Red Coat's own capacity was wrapped around this weapon.

Feitan had misunderstood.

Of course, realizing it was a condition, and the Vow and Feitan's ability were almost the same, only given as an equivalent of "pain." The Magic Aura was not within the limited self, but outside in the infinite, a Parallel World, too far away from it.

For a Nen user, this was a pile of crazy, impossible things.

... Crazy, of course.

This is a fake, an imitation, an inferior product, but even so, the slash is undoubtedly the real thing.

Surviving as a fragment of a Miracle that erodes and destroys reality.

The Red Coat whispered.

No one could hear his voice, but he announced the name of the "Miracle" and swung it to expel reality.

"——Pierce the World.

Fictional work, Replica of the Jeweled Sword of Zelretch!"

＊＊＊

The sound was enough to reach the roof of a building 500 meters away.

Several lights on the floor where the Auction should have been held went out.

One could confirm the obvious anomaly without binoculars.

"!? What is going on!?"

Neon's selfishness had to be kept in the best mood, and even if she went on a rampage, it was suppressed and dismissed, so I expected and prepared for "something" to happen at today's Auction, but it was more than I imagined. Kurapika was instantly confused by the flashy "something" that had occurred, touched his Earrings to calm himself down, and contacted the escort leader, Dalzollene.

Dalzollene did not expect such a flashy anomaly to appear, but he was not only Neon's bodyguard but also the manager on the job, so he knew the hit rate of her "Prophecy" like the back of his hand.

So I immediately regained my composure and instructed Kurapika and Senritsu: "Go to the Cemetery Building immediately!!"

Just in this flashing roar, the abnormal situation spread to the surroundings in an instant, so the rule that "within 500m of the Auction site, except for auction participants, staff, and community security personnel, no entry is allowed" was ignored. Kurapika and Senritsu successfully entered the Cemetery Building without anyone reprimanding them.

But it was hard to call it luck.

The Auction site could only be described as a hellish scene.

Most humans were thrown on the floor, the minced meat not retaining their human form.

As a customer of the Underground Auction, it was impossible for him to be an innocent and kind person.

So this ending is perhaps a form of retribution, but for Kurapika, it is still very painful.

Especially among those corpses, he was also the one who remained in his original form; we had only been together for a day, and I do not remember having any kind of conversation with him. But when I saw the corpses, I understood my colleagues Tocino and Ivankov better than strangers, and my heart hurt more than I had imagined.

I thought I would at least try to close the corpses' eyes, but about half of Tocino's head was missing, and I did not retain the original form.

Both of these actions were meaningless and could not even satisfy the self, so in the end, Kurapika called Dalzollene again while praying for their souls to rest in peace.

"... The customers have all been wiped out, and only corpses remain in the Venue. I originally thought the vault storing the Auction Items was empty, but the auction staff and security could not find even a single corpse.

And..."

In short, Kurapika cast his gaze toward Senritsu, who was confirming the corpses, while telling them the current situation of the cemetery building.

"Only Wese's corpse cannot be found. We found the high heels she should have been wearing, but she was not on the corpse.

There are many unrecognizable corpses, and the auction staff's corpses were not found either; it is very likely they were killed in the same way, so I think there is not much evidence to suggest she is still alive..."

"I understand. We are on our way now, so you should wait for us to arrive at the intersection of the central plaza with Linsen and Basho.

If you discover any other new information and have a chance to find Wese, please contact me again as soon as possible."

"Received."

After hanging up the phone, Kurapika and Senritsu followed the instructions to start looking for the two people guarding the back door, and Kurapika asked.

"What do you think?"

"What about Wese? I don't know what happened here, so I can't say anything yet, and I can't hold out too much hope because I think it is difficult for her to survive with her abilities... but if that is the case, it is strange that there is no corpse. Can't you find them with your Chain?"

"... It is possible to find them, but if you don't use a map to get a rough idea of their location, even if you are in this building, you will end up being hung by the Chain and walking around. It would be a waste of time."

While answering Senritsu's question, I thought about it.

Wese's ability, "180-Minute Love Slave Instant Lover"—when I saw Squala being sacrificed during the interview, I seriously thought, "What a terrifying ability," and I still think so, but to put it bluntly, her ability is weak.

The ability to "Manipulate others," as a standard for a Manipulation System, is equivalent to being invincible once confirmed, but conversely, if you cannot satisfy the conditions to manipulate the opponent, you can only rely on your own combat ability.

Although the female gender has become various Obstacles in combat, the condition for Wese to manipulate an opponent is a "kiss."

If the condition were to pierce a Needle with Aura like Qi, the Manipulation System would be compatible with the Emission system, so the condition could be met while maintaining a certain distance, but Wese is more important than anything. Her combat power is not that high, and she cannot meet the condition without getting close, so this ability might be very useful when not in combat, such as for Spy activities, but it is completely meaningless when it comes to combat.

Therefore, if the corpses of Tocino or Ivankov were not there, it is possible they managed to survive and Escape somehow, but in Wese's case, this is simply impossible. I don't know how I survived.

However, there are many questions to consider, and she is also dead.

"... The reason why there are only auction participants among the corpses, and no auction staff or security, is probably because the thieves are Nen users."

"That's right, the auction staff were dealt with first, handled by a Psychic skilled in Hidden and disposing of corpses, but after killing the customers, some trouble arose, and he didn't have time to deal with it, so he just escaped like that. Somewhere."

In that case, perhaps someone among the customers had the ability to contend with that thief."

Senritsu agreed with Kurapika's guess. That roaring sound was because of the battle with the bandits.

Kurapika nodded, answered Senritsu's guess, and added his own.

"If that is the case, it is very likely that Wese is still alive."

"Yes.... But it is also possible that she was killed when she left the venue to go to the bathroom or something before the Auction, and... it is also possible that she was kidnapped alive."

After agreeing with Kurapika's words, Senritsu said with an apologetic look that the chance of Wese escaping safely was higher.

Kurapika did not even treat her as an ally, but she knew Kurapika was in pain when he saw the corpses, and she wanted to give him hope; he knew very well that optimistic thoughts in a crisis would only kill him, so the purpose of her saying this was probably to try to cover herself with mud.

We had only talked a little bit before, talking about each other's weaknesses, but Kurapika felt that Senritsu could be called a "companion," and he thought she was the one he wanted to call a "companion." He apologized in his heart, "I'm sorry for making you play an unpleasant role," and he replied, "I understand."

But at the same time, regardless of the former, I think the latter is unlikely, let me explain.

"However, the latter possibility is unlikely. Among the customers' corpses, there were other women; although the number was small, they were not the type of people that would make you want to go that far to take them away."

"The ability and effect themselves are not rare, so it is unlikely you are looking for the ability."

"... I thought about this for a long time when we first met during the interview, but contrary to your polite and composed appearance, your heart and your mouth are actually directly connected."

Kurapika said with a straight face; even if he were hit by Wese, there would be nothing to complain about, and he was also worried about Senritsu, who was also a woman, so he said it with the intention of following up. I left it.

Kurapika did not know from the bottom of his heart what was wrong with what he said, did not know that this was actually a truly natural thing, and whether it would be useful in the future. I can immediately forget the panic echoing in the sound that is still ringing.

"Kurapika! Senritsu!!"

A familiar bearded face came from the crowd inside the building, where the panic had not subsided because all the participants of the Auction had been wiped out.

It was Basho, who was hired just like us.

"Just in time. Now, come over."

He gave instructions with a unique and eerie rhythm, and the two followed the instructions, lowering their heads at the same time and obediently following behind him.

I followed Basho, who went out the back door and walked straight into the alley in the building.

Besides that, there was also a senior named Rinsen, who joined forces with Basho to monitor the back door and was on the phone.

When he saw the person sitting next to Rinsen, it was obvious what he was saying.

"Wese!?"

Kurapika was the only one who spoke. Perhaps Senritsu had already sensed the heartbeat.

Called by Kurapika, Wese raised her head and smiled vaguely.

It seems she was able to escape from the cemetery building, but as soon as she escaped, that roaring sound lifted the restrictions on entering the cemetery, causing a panic at the scene, so the newly arrived Wese had to contact the community directly. It seems she was also looking for other members because she couldn't decide whether to report the situation to her or to the Leader first.

Then, Wese naturally found a newcomer, Basho, and Linsen had not worked in this job for a long time either; it seems they were hiding and contacting their Leader, Dalzollene.

Like Tocino and Ivankov, I don't think of them as comrades, and I don't even remember the conversations at work. Kurapika was relieved, happy that she was still alive, and ran over to ask.

"Are you okay?"

"... Yeah, it's okay. I'm just tired because I used Aura for Enhancement, which I'm not good at."

Facing Kurapika's question, Wese answered with a firm smile, although she lacked ambition.

I tilted my head and glanced at Senritsu, who also smiled and nodded in relief; it seems Wese's words were not a lie, nor were they excessive.

Linsen, who had contacted Dalzollene, said, "Tell the Leader what happened," and then handed the Mobile Phone to Wese.

Wese, who was handed the Mobile Phone, first, after the auction facilitator told the thief disguised as a thief that all guests except himself had been killed, she started talking about the "Red Coat" who saved her.

"Red Coat?"

"Yes, he was wearing a long red coat, a hood, and goggles. I couldn't see his face at all, and he didn't speak either. He was either thin or tall. A woman. Maybe. I don't know."

"... Judging by the feel of her lips, I think she is a woman, and I think she is also young. Oh, she had black hair."

With Wese's explanation, the mystery of whether she survived and had the ability to survive was finally solved, but the person called "Red Coat" who helped her created a new mystery.

Kurapika was the only exception, and most of the members wondered if they should consider it amazing, as Wese had guessed the gender during some of the miraculous parts.

(... Impossible.... No, Wese would say she had black hair.)

As if to erase the image of the beloved in my heart, I gripped the gem on the earring with my left hand.

After putting on the hood, he carefully covered his face with goggles... I couldn't help but think he was hiding his "eyes." It was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman, but most people participating in the Underground Auction were small-legged and had scars on their bodies. It wouldn't be strange if someone carefully hid their face, and if they hid their face that deeply, unless their physique was very large or very charming, the gender of most people would remain unknown.

Most importantly, Kurapika convinced himself that Wese had clearly stated she had "black hair," so he was wrong.

... Dye your hair as much as you want, and if you wear a headscarf, even a wig can deceive her unnaturalness. Most importantly, regardless of the scars on her calves, she needs to cover her face. Whether or not. Turning a blind eye to the facts.

She said it was her "job," that she visited Yorkshin the day before, just like herself, and that she wasn't traveling with Gon and Killua. When I heard about this from Gon, I didn't tell her about the job because if I contacted her to confirm it, it would be confidential, but I believe she promised not to lie to me.

... Although I believe it, I still can't help but feel uneasy.

Kurapika believes her... believes Sora. When she told me she would never lie to me and that she would always keep her promise, I never doubted her sincerity.

But at the same time, Kurapika also knows.

Sora will not lie, but she does not always tell the truth.

If it were for Kurapika's sake, Sora would not lie, but she would take more cowardly measures without hesitation, and she was prepared to be scolded by Kurapika. Moreover, she knew she would bear more burdens and risks than lying, and she would accept that brilliant smile even if she were hurt.

"... Really. It could be one of the execution units 'Shadow Beasts' reporting directly to Ten-rou. I knew from the boss's Prophecy that something would happen at this auction, so I guess he was there just in case."

For now, Wese should contact the community with Linsen and tell them about the situation at the venue. The others seem to have found a balloon that appeared to have been ridden by a thief, so we are going to chase it too. Just as I told you before, gather at the three-dimensional intersection."

Even after Wese hung up the phone and received the message from Dalzollene, Kurapika only heard half of it.

Fortunately, only Senritsu noticed this. She called out to the distracted Kurapika to bring her back to her senses, but she did not blame her, nor did she ask her anything.

I don't know if he asked because he was worried, or if his heartbeat was honest enough not to ask.

Either way, Kurapika's reaction was because he knew Kurapika was very frustrated, and who was to blame.

(Where are you? What are you doing?

If it's for my sake, this is a place that requires extra caution.... An idiot.)

Kurapika is someone who heals my heart; he even hurt me with hatred, gave me peace, but at the same time made my heart tremble with terrible anxiety. A Curse.

Touching the earring, hoping this insult was just an outbreak of her own paranoia.

To some extent, the Shadow Beasts moving the auction to another place was fortunate for the members of the assault team.

The carrier Shizuku fell down and was still sleeping (she didn't faint, she was sleeping soundly), but the situation was close to the worst degree. However, that Red Coat's unfairly powerful slash hit the wall. If the outside knew about the anomaly and the Mafia started gathering one after another, and there was still an Auction Item, one could only tearfully abandon the prey and escape, or sweep away the gathered Mafia.

Of course, the only way they chose was the latter. Even Shizuku and Machi, who were not strong in combat within a Brigade like the Mafia, were just thugs, but because they were thugs, when they encountered setbacks and panic, they would feel frustrated and panicked, realizing they had no chance of winning. I wanted to avoid accidental attacks damaging the Auction Items, so the escape balloon was prepared much earlier than planned because the safe was empty. Even if that happened, I was able to escape immediately.

When Uvogin reported this to Chrollo inside the balloon, for some reason a small argument broke out.

"No, as expected, that's impossible."

"Whether it's an object or a Nen Ability, as long as you have a pair of eyes that can undoubtedly kill, no matter what other abilities you have, the degree of foul play won't change!?"

"Feitan! You heard the other party's voice!? What a good voice!? Whether it's a man or a woman, it's a half-hearted voice!?"

"Noisy. I don't remember every one."

"Everyone, calm down first."

According to Uvogin and the others, it seems that Shalnark, who was not involved in the battle with Red Coat at all while preparing the balloon, insisted that Red Coat's true identity was Sora Shikiori.

Where did the usual calmness go? Uvogin was confused, not knowing how to deal with Shalnark's assertion, which was almost an accusation. Or rather, he coldly interrupted Shalnark.

Chrollo stopped on the other end of the Mobile Phone, watching this exchange between his subordinates, his voice somewhat annoyed as he reprimanded Shalnark.

"Shalnark. You say my obsession is abnormal, but your fear is also great, isn't it?"

"Indeed, common sense does not apply to that woman. I wouldn't be surprised if she possessed abilities covering all systems of Nen, but even so, what would you do if you were certain that all the incomprehensible crazy things were that woman's work?"

"I won't deny the possibility that Red Coat's true identity is Sora Shikiori, but don't assume without solid evidence. What do you intend to do to make a troublesome opponent even more troublesome?"

Shalnark seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Chrollo's words, perhaps realizing he had overreacted, but he silently began to focus on operating the balloon for the time being. Chrollo and Uvogin finally got off track and resumed their conversation.

"Still very strange."

"Yeah, the timing of Sora's safe and that big red coat was just too good, as if you knew something like this would happen in advance."

"... Among us, Judas the traitor. I need you."

Responding to Uvogin's words, Chrollo drank a can of Beer and chuckled in denial.

"There is no such person. In my opinion, Judas is not a traitor."

Laughing, Chrollo further compared him to Judas, whom he compared to another person.

"Even if there is a traitor among us, it wouldn't be because of money, fame, or status as a child of the Mafia."

"In fact, if you want money, you can rob it, so you are a thief."

"To them, honor and status are nothing more than shackles that bind their freedom. Because I don't want that kind of thing, this is a job that makes the Mafia of the world today an enemy."

"... Sure enough, there is no such person."

"Right?"

Chrollo continued to talk to Uvogin, who was convinced, as if to clear his own thoughts.

"Also, there is one more point I cannot understand."

"Suppose there is an informant, the reaction is too half-hearted. A-Rank Phantom Troupe Spider, if they really got intelligence about the Auction Items, wouldn't it be better to guard it more strictly?"

"Even if he was wearing that red coat, he could only save one customer, right? Because he was a powerful person, the result was too poor, and I can't believe he provided accurate information."

If you say so, the other members believe it too.

Except for Shalnark, I thought Red Coat was a Shadow Beast sent by Ten-rou to deal with them, but if that were the case, even if they got the intelligence, they ignored their intrusion and crimes, and almost wiped them out. Kicked the customer out. Saying that I finally acted later is too incompetent.

"To summarize your story, the Mafia's reaction is similar to 'Should we be a little more cautious than usual because a strange leak occurred?' The evidence is that the guests were not notified of anything and gathered unarmed."

"So, my conclusion is that there is an informant, but the details are not specific. Nevertheless, some in the upper echelons of the Mafia community still believe it."

If you think about it logically, Chrollo will talk about a conclusion that naturally leads to that conclusion.

Sure enough, with so much information, we can only speculate; in the end, we know very little, but Uvogin brought up this topic because someone might interfere with his enjoyment from behind. It might not work.

If this concern is eliminated, he simply turns to thinking it is not his duty and seeks instructions from Chrollo.

"Hmm... I don't know. What kind of information was passed from whom to whom."

"... Well, never mind. —So, what should we do?"

"Did you hear where the Auction Items were moved to?"

"Yeah, but until the day the Auctioneer died, it was a single point of 'I don't know'; Feitan asked his body, and it was true."

"He is the most pitiful person today."

Feitan, who was in the worst mood because of the Red Coat, felt slightly better after recalling the torture that was both his hobby and a practical benefit, and said something he hadn't even thought of.

Of course, no one in the balloon or on the other end of the Mobile Phone cared about Feitan's words, and they continued, "Ah, I'm glad Feitan's mood has improved."

"I guess you got the information from someone who knew where you were going."

"Of course."

According to Feitan's news, a large man among the Shadow Beasts named Owl said, "It's a swap," and then walked into the approximately 25-square-meter vault, which was filled with Auction Items, empty-handed.

This is a bit terrifying for ordinary people, but it is a dream right now; however, for the Phantom Troupe, who have fellow Nen-users as companions, they knew instantly that the other party was a Nen-user.

It is the same there.

"Setting aside the customers over there, they should have already noticed that the guards and staff have disappeared."

"The enemy is also a Nen-user."

Hearing Chrollo's words, Uvogin smiled fiercely like a predatory beast in front of prey, although not as much as the day before.

"Is fighting okay?"

"Of course."

Chrollo easily and immediately allowed the fight against the instinct left by indigestion, barely able to fight against the Red Coat.

"Go on a proper rampage against your pursuers. That way, the Shadow Beast guys will appear from that direction."

After Chrollo gave him formal instructions for future actions, Shalnark led the balloon toward the Godo Desert on the outskirts of Yorkshin to make the battle easier, while stealing Uvogin's Mobile Phone and asking Chrollo.

"Chrollo. Do you want one?"

""

"What if the true identity of the Red Coat is Sora Shikiori, and he appears in front of us again?"

"You're still saying that!? You're obsessed!!"

Nobunaga interrupted Shalnark's words, staring with all his might.

Chrollo had the same thought, but unlike Nobunaga, Chrollo did not think Shalnark's concerns were accusations and sophistry.

Rather, a great battle was about to break out, so he said to calm down; even Chrollo thought the possibility that the Red Coat's true identity was Sora was not low.

In fact, if the Red Coat were a Shadow Beast, I don't think the execution unit directly controlled by the Mafia high-ups would produce such poor results, even regarding information about "strange sauce" rather than specific content.

However, this idea is just a possibility; the Red Coat is not a Shadow Beast, just a personal motive, and the reason he thinks it is Sora is the same as Shalnark's, so much so. It is an unpleasant rule of thumb that you cannot understand unless you see the person with your own eyes.

Therefore, wanting to know if he could strengthen his and Shalnark's intuition, Chrollo sought the opinion of someone he trusted very much and who had a say in the Phantom Troupe's intuition.

"What do you think of Machi?"

"As expected, I have only seen photos of that guy called Sora, so he hid his face. First of all, the distance was too far to see clearly, but you wouldn't be able to tell, right?"

"However... I don't want to get involved with that Red Coat, just like I am with Sora."

It was Chrollo's request to strengthen intuition, but it was also a strong opposition to another of Chrollo's requests, the statement "I want to capture Sora Shikiori alive," so he paused for a moment and replied.

"... If the Red Coat is Sora Shikiori, then this woman really stinks."

Don't overdo it. Do what you want to do. Or Chrollo. Your 'Fate' of other carriers, the black voice 'give it to me'.

"... Chrollo doesn't want to give up."

Chrollo decided that he could not force his comrade to do whatever he wanted to a woman who also possessed the ability to cover the entire Nen system, even if just the Deadly evil eye was considered a foul. I gave him permission to run if he wanted to run, and if capturing him alive seemed impossible, I could kill him, but in the end, I made a personal request to Chrollo for my childhood friend.

Of course, Chrollo's unreasonable behavior was dismissed while being surprised, but it was actually rejected, yet Shalnark was kind to Chrollo because he had conditions for granting permission.

Hisoka watched the interesting (?) exchange between the childhood friends with a blank expression, skillfully hiding his Mobile Phone, with his arms, palms, and legs kneeling on one knee.

On the roof of a building about 200 meters from the Cemetery Building, the person in the Red Coat took off their goggles and watched the balloon moving away.

If you take out your Mobile Phone during treatment, the content of the email will be a short "good job."

The Red Coat replied after making an unpleasant face that you couldn't tell.

"Don't talk nonsense. Are you not active today?"

If you send so much and focus on treatment for a while, you will receive a reply when you recover to a level that does not interfere with the battle.

After deliberately writing a sentence "It's cold" to provoke the other party's prologue, the Shadow Beast took the lead in moving the Auction Items to another place. In order to steal the Auction Items again, that email contained enough information that I was impressed that I was able to Shoot in such a short time and while hiding, such as going on a rampage against the chasing Mafia opponents, luring the Shadow Beast, where I intended to go on a rampage, and so on.

"... I don't think it's unreasonable, but the Phantom Troupe Spider, because if you find out, your head will definitely get hot. How about going to see for now?"

She sighed impatiently and replied "Understood," while erasing her presence with 'Ryu', chasing the balloon, without relying on momentum, using her innate physical abilities entirely, jumping from one building to another.

Halfway through, I received another email. I waved the hem of my Red Coat, hopped and opened my Mobile Phone, saying: 'I've already suspected your true identity, should I lie to you?' This offer was nothing more than unnecessary help, so I jumped around, clicked my tongue, and then replied again.

"Sorry. Even if they find out, there is no problem. You must provide information with all your heart."

After replying, I thought about turning it off, but I risked losing information at a critical moment, so I sighed again and put the Mobile Phone back into my pocket.

Then I chased the balloon for a while.

While chasing, my thoughts kept accelerating.

While playing and surviving with Shogi, he knew that another madness would put more pressure on his brain and thoughts, but he checked many possibilities and pruned the unwanted endings.

He, his blood had already risen to his head, the Phantom Troupe Spider, if you challenge a losing battle, the Phantom Troupe Spider assumes various "worst-case scenarios," such as the situation of revealing Scarlet Eyes in front of the Mafia, not to mention thinking about how to kill them in the future while chasing them.

Using cowardly means to deceive and cheat, rather than using many lies, to save the person he loves, to save himself, to avoid choosing a choice that is not his own reason for existence, and to create as many choices as possible for his future. Protecting her, perhaps she is already prepared to give her all for this, wearing a red coat that is too twisted and reminiscent of a pure ally of justice, the probability mage pursues across the night sky.

What she pursues is not a bloody ending, but a happiness filled with light... regardless of whether she is there or not...

Sora runs through the night like a meteor.

I wanted Sora to be in Emiya's attire, but even if he brought out filthy elements like a future Heroic Spirit, he would still end up like "Who are you?!"

Oh, right, Uvogin's Mafia warriors, the battle for the Greed Island cards, and Uvogin's capture are the same as the original work, so they have all been cut.

Next time, it will start abruptly from where Uvogin wakes up after being kidnapped by the Nostrade Group.