Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 150

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“From now on, get out of the way yourself. I’ll carve through and freeze it.”
Reina Letem could melt it with her scorching heat, but the collateral damage would be extensive. It was better for me to simply carve out our passage and solidify it with ice.
“Free Glaciation.”
I gathered the surrounding mana and reused the technique I’d employed at Gibenstein Castle. Sharp, solid ice spun from my fist with a whooshing sound that was refreshingly crisp.
“Right straight punch!”
As I drove my fist forward with all my strength, the rotating ice blade extended in a straight line all the way to where light was visible from the Surface World. While carving the tunnel in a linear path, I prepared the next spell, drawing in massive amounts of water using House Neftis’s heirloom to create inner walls, freezing them solid to form a sturdy passage.
“Be careful not to slip.”
It was meant as a considerate remark, but Reina Letem and Eugene showed no intention of walking gracefully. They were already stomping their shoes deliberately on the ice, creating deliberate ridges to make walking easier.
“Oh, I’ll bring Mother and my brother!”
How could she think about retrieving her mother and brother after suffering like this? I felt sorry for Kanna, but if this was her choice, I had no choice but to respect it.
We first exited the passage and acted as support walls to prevent the house from completely collapsing until Kanna emerged, then confirmed that Kanna came out carrying her mother and brother in each arm before deactivating all skills and spells.
Crunch. Crash.
The horror house that deserved the name “Moonlit Nocturne” crumbled into dust. It felt as though all those years Kanna had spent being brutally ground down in this place were collapsing along with it.
“My husband, I have no husband, how am I supposed to live now!”
Kanna’s Mother, dangling from Kanna’s hand, wailed and blamed Kanna. The woman rambled incoherently about how Kanna’s father died and her own husband died because of her, crying for a long while before suddenly stopping her tears and staring blankly at the sky. Her unfocused eyes didn’t seem to be looking at stars or the moon in particular.
“Well… that’s fine. I was getting bored anyway.”
The woman, covering her face with both hands, then laughed in short bursts. After cursing her dead husband with cackling laughter, she returned with a gentle expression and gripped Kanna’s hand firmly.
“Kanna, you won’t abandon me, will you?”
What is this? This woman is genuinely terrifying! The most frightening thing in this house! What kind of mental condition is she suffering from? Reina Letem, Eugene, and I all kept our distance because the woman’s sudden change was so unsettling, but Kanna soothed her mother and explained the situation to us.
“Um, Mother has… a bit of… d-dependency issues.”
“It’s more than ‘a bit’!”
“Kanna. I mean no disrespect, but perhaps your mother should see a doctor.”
As we made a fuss, Kanna laughed self-deprecatingly, saying she probably felt the same way in the past. Then she gripped the ring we both wore on her right hand tightly and took a deep breath.
“Yeah. I’m fine now.”
If Kanna says she’s fine, then she’s fine. If any problems arose afterward, I could handle them. Kanna had resolved her own issues well. Any remaining noise after that was mine to smooth over. Reina Letem and Eugene felt the same way, I was sure.
“Hey! What are you going to do now! You killed your stepfather and lost your house! Are you going to take responsibility!”
I’d forgotten about that disrespectful brat. I approached Kanna’s Brother, wrapped my fist in ice, and struck the back of his head hard.
“Kanna won the life-or-death duel, so Kanna is now the master of Hashashin. As master, she simply needs to take responsibility.”
“W-wait, Evan, I’m… I’m her brother…!”
“Hey, you didn’t lose the business card I gave you last time, right? We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Kanna. I’ll put down a deposit, so if requests come in from Brandenburg Military officials, could you just give us a heads-up?”
Wow, there’s a way to use an assassination organization like that. If I had spare funds, I’d want to put deposits on the names of people around me too.
“That’s against our principles.”
“Tsk.”
Never mind then. Eugene clicked his tongue at Kanna’s firm refusal. True, having lived all those years as an assassin, trading in personal information would damage her credibility. To boost Kanna’s spirits, I spoke the emotion I’d just felt aloud.
“Kanna. That statement was very much worthy of Hashashin’s master, and I approve.”
“Right. Trading client information itself would tarnish Hashashin’s reputation. This time, Eugene was wrong.”
If Kanna had lacked conviction in her family trade, what would have become of us? Once we pressed Eugene, Eugene Brandenburg promptly apologized, admitting she’d been shortsighted.
“I’m sorry, Kanna. I didn’t realize it would interfere with your livelihood.”
“Oh, no, if you didn’t know, then, well, these things happen.”
How heartwarming. The ideal bearing of a Hashashin master and a future client. As we applauded and discussed the deep bonds that would continue between us, the blunt-tongued Starving Child wedged herself between us and cried out.
“This is exactly why I can’t trust you! Don’t you realize you’re all trying to make it a done deal that she’s the Hashashin master?!”
“Gasp!”
This child had sharp instincts. Moreover, beneath her rough language lay genuine concern for Kanna. I’d heard she’d gotten that scar on her face while trying to save her younger sibling in childhood—perhaps she understood gratitude. She was more principled than most animals.
“Hmm….”
“What, what is this monster brat?”
I grabbed Kanna’s Brother by the chin and turned her face this way and that. So this was the one destined to become the next family head. Sharp-eyed and decisive, if properly groomed, she could certainly lead the organization smoothly.
“Beautiful.”
Most of all, she resembled Kanna—quite pretty. Her short violet hair, fine-textured and fluffy like a puppy’s, and her sharp eyes suggested she’d become a cold beauty in time. If she grew up without blemish, she’d certainly have the face to inspire trust as an assassin leader.
I’d been wondering why her family kept dwelling on Kanna’s facial scar, and I suspected it was because such a prominent wound might raise clients’ anxieties—fears that perhaps an accident had occurred during a contract, creating unnecessary risk.
Even clients proceed cautiously, unwilling to bear additional risk. The best face for an assassination industry leader is an unblemished one. Once this child matured and developed even half of Kanna’s skill, she could succeed her. If needed, I could make the child a figurehead while Kanna remained the true leader without issue.
After completing my assessment, I offered my opinion to Kanna.
“I think it would be best for this child to become the next family head according to your wishes. In exchange, you should temporarily become the Hashashin master until this child reaches adulthood and develops the skills to lead the Hashashin.”
This was what Kanna’s Uncle had done, and it was what Kanna herself desired, so there would be no problem. At my words, Kanna nodded repeatedly and spoke in a bright voice, seeming to understand.
“That, that would, um, probably be fine!”
“Hey, you’re still taking on the same responsibility! And if my skills aren’t enough, that means you’ll be master forever! Can’t you even understand such a simple twist of words, you stupid idiot!”
Before building skill, she should first fix her language. I used Free Freezing to create an ice tree at the child’s feet, letting it grow rapidly. Once a ten-meter-tall tree sprouted an ice blender with four rotating blades at its crown, it made a terrifying whirring sound as the ice churned.
“You’re not stupid. Kanna is your older sister.”
“Sister! Sister! Please save me, sister!”
Good. I’m a cold Confucian lady, but I’m warm to younger siblings who call me sister. I smashed the tree to pieces and caught the falling child in my arms. By her size and behavior, she looked at least five years younger than my own sibling left behind in Neftis.
“E, Evan, give her here, I, I’ll carry her.”
“It’s fine. I’m strong. Besides, where should we sleep tonight?”
Should we stay at the Hashashin residence, or find an inn in the Village Below Mountain? As I asked, Kanna shook her head and pointed to another peak.
“Th, there’s an annex.”
I was astonished. Eugene was astonished. Reina was astonished. We were shocked that there was yet another elevated location, but we were even more shocked that the Moonlit Nocturne Season Two existed there.
“Are you people collecting abandoned castles?”
“Ab, abandoned castles? No!”
She said it had its own power generator and running water—basically everything. It was impressive. What was most impressive was the workers who’d come to install water pipes up to 4,000 meters above sea level.

After spending one night at Moonlit Nocturne Season Two, Kanna’s Mother underwent a startling transformation the next morning—as if a ghost had suddenly vacated her body, she became remarkably kind. Not only was she considerate toward us, but she began meticulously ensuring Kanna ate proper meals, and she proactively offered to handle the business handover and miscellaneous affairs, insisting they were too demanding for someone to suddenly inherit.
Her abrupt change left Reina Letem and me feeling as though we might choke on our breakfast, but Kanna and her younger sibling Caladea remained unmoved. Kanna explained that the atmosphere had been like this before she was injured while protecting her brother, but I still couldn’t bring myself to adapt to it.
“You two need to go register for the summer session, right? I’ll stay here and help Kanna out for a bit.”
“I’d really appreciate that.”
“Why are you thanking me? That’s irritating.”
Why was I grateful? Reina cursed me out and I took the punch, but it was strange. Why did I feel responsible for Kanna and Caladea? I was just here as an observer.
“Oh, how reassuring that Kanna’s friend is helping us! We’re counting on you going forward!”
The lady’s character seems to have changed so much—it’s terrifying! Did she always end her sentences with that kind of speech pattern? She didn’t before, did she?
“Stop thinking, Evan. Feel instead.”
“I can’t accept it on a feeling level either.”
“Well, um, that’s… there’s… uh, no way around it.”

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