Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 145

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“Kanna. Repeat after me.”
“Huh? Y-yes?”
“Every bastard who stole from my fortune deserves to die.”
“E-every b-bastard who stole from my f-fortune d-deserves….”
“Louder!”
“Th-they all deserve to die!”
Good. Whenever my aunt—the one who absconded with my parents’ wealth overseas—haunts my dreams, I wake up furious and thrashing. I will kill her. Only kill her. Money means nothing. Hatred is all that remains. If I can just kill that woman, I’ll be satisfied.
“I’ve been thinking about it. Isn’t she the type who got stripped of her title by relatives and cast out or something?”
“That actually sounds plausible.”
You high nobles, stop writing tragedies with other people’s lives.
“W-well, I’ve thought about it from various angles, and the timing….”
Kanna brought out an easel and draped papers across it like study materials, then snapped open a pointer with a flourish. It was oddly impressive.
“I think right after the final exams would be best. Since my birthday is June 6th, it’s a good excuse to say friends came over to celebrate.”
Now that I think about it, all my birthday celebrations this year have happened outside. Sera and Sunbird handled theirs while visiting Bunny Land, and Reina threw a gift at me during the Founding Ceremony outing and called it done. My birthday…, I wonder if there’ll even be time to celebrate. This break I’ll be running back and forth helping Cecilia with her duties.
“Just so you know, if the Hashashin move, we can’t leave.”
The Hashashin aren’t the type to accept defeat just because you beat them in a fight. Kill one and two more come after you. Run and they chase you to the ends of the earth, even committing murder-suicide. And if we’re going to face them on their home ground, it won’t end with a pretty death. Starting with imprisonment, they’ll enjoy the full course of torture and gleefully drive you to mental collapse.
“…The Hashashin?”
“She wasn’t just a simple assassin—she was the head of the Hashashin?”
Now that I think about it, had I never told Eugene and Reina about the Hashashin? When I calmly confirmed it, they hurriedly pulled out business cards and shoved them into Kanna’s school uniform pocket.
“Oh my, Lady Kanna, I had no idea you were connected to the Hashashin.”
“Our territory’s been struggling. Is there any chance of a friend’s discount?”
Eugene I can forgive, but Reina, you really have no shame.
Kanna apparently thought the same, because while neatly collecting the business cards, she directed her sincerity at Reina.
“R-Reina, the f-fee will be d-doubled.”
“Why?!”
At least she’s not refusing the request. Yes, that’s what friendship between comrades means.
“A-actually, g-getting inside isn’t difficult.”
If I say I invited friends over for my birthday, everyone can enter the Hashashin headquarters without much trouble. My uncle will sneer about whether I even had friends like that, but I can tolerate that much.
“I really should kill my uncle.”
“I agree.”
“It’s difficult to speak of family matters, but I think that man’s death would actually benefit Kanna.”
Looking at it, that uncle seemed to have profoundly influenced Kanna’s personality. No matter what she does, he finds fault, so the girl lacks confidence and always shrinks away.
“N-no, it’s, it’s just that I’m, I’m worthless.”
There she goes again, shrinking away instantly. And the way she touches the scars on her face while calling herself worthless—there’s something meaningful there. Does she have some story?
“Speaking of which, didn’t you say you’d explain why they skipped over you and made your younger sibling the heir apparent?”
“Oh, yes, I brought materials.”
Kanna, you’re truly a presentation genius. She began her explanation by tapping the pointer against large written text, and the pace moved swiftly while the content sank in perfectly. Why do I only have tier-one instructors around me?
According to Kanna’s account, the Assassination Family Sabah selects their patriarch from those who excel in poison and assassination techniques and can pass these skills to the next generation. By that logic, Kanna Sabah, a prodigy in poison crafting and assassination, should have become the next patriarch. But alas, poison-crafting magic manifested during her childhood, and that changed everything.
“Wouldn’t having magic be even better?”
“No, poison crafting requires… everything… numbers… manual work.”
I suppose that makes sense. Kanna can turn anything she touches into poison. Lethal poisons apparently follow their own principles, but for an ordinary human to create them, they’d need to gather various toxins from nature and combine them. Creating an extreme poison from nothing but a drop of blood from a pricked finger—that’s impossible without magical processes.
No matter how much Kanna memorizes orthodox poison-crafting methods, once she becomes accustomed to magic, she’ll rely solely on it and her hands will grow dull at actually manufacturing poisons using proper materials. This was the opinion of her deceased father and living uncle, and it’s the first reason Kanna cannot inherit the family. The second reason, apparently, is related to the scar on her face.
“Yes, long ago, my younger sibling, I, I was protecting them.”
In childhood, she and her younger sibling were playing in the mountains when they encountered a wild bear. Kanna could have escaped alone, but she couldn’t abandon her young sibling, so she threw all her strength into defeating the bear. As a result, her body was torn in many places, and her face was left with an indelible scar.
“The scar already looked cool on her face, but the story behind it is even cooler.”
“If she protected her sibling with a sense of responsibility, wouldn’t that make her even more suited to be patriarch?”
“That… back then, abandoning my sibling and fleeing would have been the logical choice for an assassin…”
Even assassination families operate so harshly. Is this it? A scar on the back is a warrior’s honor, while a scar on the front is an assassin’s shame? That’s the logic here?
“Ah, anyway! This isn’t a good story!”
“No. It was a good story. I can see that Kanna is a kind person who cherishes her sibling.”
“Right, Evan’s got a point. It’s not easy to sacrifice yourself for someone else.”
“I already thought well of you, but I think you’ll become an even more admirable friend, Kanna.”
Kanna, trapped in a prison of compliments, looked like she might die from embarrassment. Her face had turned bright red, and seeing her laugh and looking so cute, I continued praising her. Kanna waved her hands dismissively and flipped to the next page.
“Escape routes. Escape routes are the most important!”
If we win against her uncle in a life-or-death duel, that’s fortunate, but if we lose, everyone can use this passage to slip out of Ismail Territory. Kanna explained this with great enthusiasm, but we weren’t really listening carefully.
“Should I bring some of the Brandenburg Standing Army? If we surround the estate, we could apply pressure.”
“Then I’ll bring a mage unit. We need to check if there’s any manipulation in the duel.”
“Then I’ll officially obtain credentials as an observer. I can ask Cecilia to arrange it.”
This is when I should use the power I have. It would be a waste of my life to spend it only doing what Cecilia tells me.
We each finished our preparations and agreed to meet after finishing our final exams before dispersing. Kanna waved the papers around and shouted something now meaningless into the air.
“Escape routes, e, escape routes are really important!”
What are you talking about? Why would we run away? If it looks like you’re going to lose, just mobilize all the power and authority you have and drive your uncle out.
“When should we meet again?”
“I’ll reserve the meeting room right after finals end.”
We each had things to do, so we said our goodbyes, leaving Kanna alone in the meeting room. I went to the School Stationery Shop first and picked out some pretty stationery. Pink stationery with a cute rabbit character design—I’d send a letter to Cecilia with this. This was the only way I could get back at Cecilia. I was utterly powerless.

I hadn’t prepared for anything, yet the final exams crept closer, one after another. And I failed them, one after another. Eventually, Professor Ha declared he would conduct personal tutoring sessions, his eyes narrowing into slits as he called out my name in the hallways. Every time Professor Ha approached, I hid with the same skill I’d used to evade the Security Guard in that horror game, though I had no idea how much longer I could keep this up.
“Evan.”
“Kyaaaah!”
Don’t sneak up on me from behind without a sound when I’m already hiding! Dormitory Manager, are you part of the Assassination Family too?!
“A visitation request has come in under the name Evan Laef.”
“Huh?”
I could move freely around campus and go out whenever I wanted—so why a visitation room? I’d only been there once in my first year to see Titi, and I’d never had reason to go back since. Out of curiosity about who wanted to meet me there, I asked the Dormitory Manager, and he stated the name of someone I knew with perfect clarity.
“They said you’d know them if I mentioned Bachelor.”
“Ah.”
Bachelor came on Cecilia’s errand. If my visitor was Bachelor, the reason for the visitation room was obvious. Probably didn’t want to share the same space as me, so they’d chosen a place with a partition. That had to be it.
With that assumption, I headed to the visitation room. I confirmed the familiar figure of Bachelor in uniform and sat down in the chair, but a comment far more cutting than I’d expected flew at me like a dagger.
“I chose this place because I don’t want to breathe the same air as you.”
“Did you really have to say that right now?”
“I wanted to convey my feelings accurately.”
You’re really too much. Still, we’ve shared enough struggles together that there’s some bond between us. When I said this, Bachelor slammed the table with his fist and shouted.
“Don’t express it like that!”
“But to fight, you have to exchange blows.”
“Then just say we fought!”
“…Doesn’t that sound cold?”
Don’t cast a look of subtle contempt when someone’s speaking seriously. Even I get hurt by that.
As I grumbled about my true feelings, Bachelor ignored me as if he hadn’t heard and slipped several documents through the slot beneath the bulletproof glass. Among them was a beautiful piece of stationery that gleamed black, and it seemed he’d wanted to match it with the stationery I’d sent—a fancy black rabbit character was drawn on it.

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