Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“Since I got caught, it’s natural that I’ll die. They’ll torture me until I die, and they’ll try persuasion, threats, and interrogation too. …But why aren’t they killing me right away?”

I muttered loudly to myself. This time there was no answer.

But I could feel someone’s gaze.

“I’m curious about everything….”

This is strange.

Though I’m upset about failing, I was a little, just a little curious about the things I’d experience for the first time.

Being tortured actually seemed a bit interesting too. Since I don’t die.

And I was also curious about what this thing touching my back was….

When I moved my arm slightly, a soft texture was transmitted to me.

“Huh.”

I couldn’t find words to express it, so I just decided to savor that feeling.

Then a rock-like voice rang out ominously from above my head.

“The size fits perfectly. Good, just stay still there for a moment, assassin.”

“Uung?”

“I’ll interrogate you after I clean up the floor.”

The floor?

When I glanced over, I could see the poison I had spilled while shooting poison needles on the floor.

Only then did I understand why he hadn’t killed me right away.

Seeing him clean this up, it seems he won’t torture me here but somewhere else.

I nodded solemnly.

“Got it!”

…But this thing.

I want to change my position a bit.

When I wiggled my bottom slightly, the white thing stuck even more snugly to my entire body.

My mouth fell open involuntarily.

“Ahem.”

I heard a brief laugh from somewhere, but I was too drowsy to pay attention to it.

And when I opened my eyes.

“Ah, you’re awake?”

“…Huh?”

Afternoon sunlight was streaming in through the window.

* * *

“…?”

I stared blankly at the snowman with one cheek squished against a cushion.

“Your eyes look like they’re about to roll out.”

It took me a while to realize he was talking to me.

It wasn’t an order, not a threat, not anger.

I rolled my eyes and hesitantly moved my lips, then took a sharp breath, jerked my head up, and shouted.

“No!”

“What?”

“You haven’t plucked out my eyes yet! Even if you pluck them out, eyeballs can’t roll! Snowman is stupid!”

“Yet, you say.”

He stared at me without even frowning once.

Is it because he’s a damn mage?

Do mages talk comfortably with monsters because they’re demons?

With my heart pounding, I wiggled my bottom and leaned my upper body slightly toward him.

“Stupid snowman! Stupid snowman! I’ll beat you to death!”

“Stop. Those aren’t good words.”

“…Huh?”

He neatly organized the documents he had been handling and approached me.

Then he looked at me intently and said.

“Never mind that. You said you were an assassin, a killer.”

“! That’s right! I’m the youngest assassin!”

Though I failed once.

…And I slept too.

But after dying once, I’ll succeed the second time.

“Good. Then assassin. Was your sleeping place comfortable?”

“…?”

Another unexpected question came flying at me.

I tilted my head and only then looked at what I was sitting in.

Inside some basket, that amazingly perfect white thing was packed full, and I was sitting on top of it.

I could also see some mysterious purple cloth beside me.

That also looked very, very perfect.

Without realizing it, I chewed my lips and tried lying down with my cheek against that purple cloth.

“I can tell just by looking.”

Then he picked up the basket containing me and the white thing with one arm and swiftly left the room.

I asked with my cheek slightly squished.

“Where are we going? Interrogation? Or torture?”

“Your vocabulary is excessively biased in one direction. You’ll have a lot to learn.”

Grumble.

Then a sound that rarely comes from me emerged.

I silently waited for a knife or whip to come flying from somewhere.

Then, a beat late, I realized that since this was the damn mages’ castle, there weren’t any researchers’ knives and whips near me.

‘Right. This isn’t our family.’

But this is strange.

Even though this isn’t our family, the thought that I must kill the snowman doesn’t feel as strong as it did yesterday.

I need to go back.

‘Is it because I already failed?’

The basket was being moved somewhere without any swaying.

Before I knew it, I had started busily looking around. And I asked the snowman loudly.

“Snowman. Snowman. Will you try persuasion too?”

“Persuasion. I will.”

The snowman’s lips twitched.

“Very, properly. The persuasion.”

“Whoa!”

“But interrogation comes first. And interrogation requires preparation.”

“Preparation…? What should I do!”

“Well. What would a captured assassin have to do….”

Then suddenly, the scent of cold wind I had smelled yesterday brushed past my nose.

When I unconsciously turned around, the human in blue clothes I had seen yesterday was approaching from the other end of the corridor, waving his hand.

While repeatedly bowing and straightening his waist.

“Uhahak! Brother, no, Your Grace. Seeing you from afar, it really doesn’t suit you! Duke Ikaros holding a baby in a flower basket! Ahahaha! Ah, my stomach. …Oh, little miss! You’re awake? Did you sleep well?”

“….”

“….”

The snowman and I stared intently at the human in blue clothes.

Without blinking even once.

‘Little miss?’

Could he possibly be calling me?

But while I was trying to understand the situation, the man in blue clothes lowered the hand that had been holding his stomach area and began to straighten his waist demurely.

And said while breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Oh. Um. Why on earth. Why do they both have the exact same look in their eyes? It’s like there are two assassins, no, it’s all my fault.”

Only then did the snowman open his mouth.

“Count Eden. We need to interrogate the assassin.”

“…What?”

Finally!

I forgot about thinking over the term ‘little miss’ and clenched both fists, looking up at the snowman with determination.

…Ah, should I glare?

Glare, I glared at the snowman.

Then the blue-clad person who had been glaring at the snowman like me said.

“Your Grace, wait, wait a moment. What are you planning to do?”

Huh? Now I could feel a cold wind in the blue-clad person’s voice too.

Then the snowman glanced at me and spoke in a voice where the cold wind had doubled in intensity.

“I said I would interrogate the assassin. So prepare warm bath water and a meal.”

A strange silence flowed.

Eventually the blue-clad person answered.

“I’ll prepare it right away!”

I also wiggled my bottom and shouted.

“I am an assassin!”

I was planning to do some preparation before the interrogation in my own way.

I thought I should shout dramatically right now.

“I came to kill the damn mages!”

“I see.”

“I’m a scary monster! Interrogation is useless! Grr!”

“You look happy, so that’s good.”

“Waaaah!”

I let out a scream that could shake the castle, then began pouring out all sorts of threatening assassin words.

Each time, the snowman responded.

“I’m so scared I could go crazy.”

“Yes, you’re definitely an assassin like no other in the world.”

“Clofford, you say. You served a very impressive master ‘in the past,’ assassin. Though now you’ve been caught.”

I didn’t know that the interrogation had actually already begun from that point.

Nor that it was an interrogation for the sake of an abandoned baby they’d never seen before, rather than for themselves.

I only learned that after a bit more time had passed.

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“Are you interrogating me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to do water torture and food torture!”

“Where on earth did you learn such words. Sigh.”

…Good luck, big brother.

Aide Count Eden shook his head and smiled at the conversation he could hear behind him.

And while swiftly carrying out the orders of the duke, who was both his cousin and lord, he thought.

About the baby who had suddenly appeared.

‘Even if not a full interrogation, there’s certainly a lot to find out.’

To begin with, it made no sense for a child who appeared to be at most three years old to come here without a guardian.

Icarus Territory was a place where half the year was bitter cold.

Because it was the main habitat of winter magical beasts.

So this was a place where you needed to be a mage or at least carry magical tools to survive.

‘But she was wearing nothing but clothes?’

That child was definitely a mage.

And certainly a very rare type of mage at that.

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