Meanwhile, in a certain mansion.
A man with a pointed head was seeing off a man in armor.
"Captain Ogre, it's been a pleasure working with you."
Saying this, Gamal placed a bag of gold coins into Ogre's arms.
Ogre weighed the money bag in his hand, a satisfied expression on his face. "Hahaha, Gamal, it's been a pleasure working with you."
With that, he left the room and walked outside.
Collusion between officials and merchants was common. So the relationship between the two was one of mutual villainy, profiting illicitly.
Gamal walked towards his room with satisfaction. He was preparing to have his way with the girl inside the room.
Pushing open the door, he revealed a lewd smile as he looked at the disheartened girl on the bed.
"My little darling, your master is here."
With that, he rubbed his hands together, approaching step by step.
At this moment, a person in armor pierced him with a spear.
Gamal lowered his head in disbelief and lost his life.
The attacker, Bulat, held a longsword, cutting the ropes that bound the girl, and said, "It's safe now, time to go home."
On the other side.
Ogre was tossing the money bag, humming a tune as he strolled down the street.
Soon, he arrived on the street where Mine and Sheele were ambushing.
As soon as he stepped onto this street, Ogre suddenly had a bad premonition. He kept scanning his surroundings, searching for the source of his unease.
"Here? No! Over there? Not there either!"
Ogre searched rapidly.
As time passed little by little, his sense of danger grew stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, he looked towards the tall building at the end of the street and saw a bright light.
Bang!
A bullet struck.
Ogre drew his sword and swung it, sending sparks flying.
He should have had an expression of relief after a narrow escape, but his expression froze. He saw many glowing small dots shooting towards him.
As the sound of bullets piercing flesh rang out, Ogre spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes widened, looking in disbelief at the bullets that had pierced his body.
His legs gave out, and he almost fell to his knees, but his dignity as the Imperial Guard Captain forced him to stand firm.
"Cough cough! Damn it, it's those Night Raid guys!" He wiped the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
Tap... Tap...
At this moment, footsteps sounded, accompanied by the sound of a blade dragging on the ground.
Sheele, dragging her Teigu, walked out with an extremely cold demeanor. She raised the scissors in her hand and swung them towards Ogre, making a fierce gust of wind rush towards him.
The injured Ogre drew his sword to block, but at the moment of contact, the sword inexplicably broke.
Swish!
Sheele had appeared behind Ogre and an arm was seen flying in the air.
"Damn it!" Ogre looked at Sheele, cursing incessantly.
Looking at his severed arm, his eyes were filled with fear and rage.
He knew that he was likely doomed today, but as the Imperial Guard Captain, how could he give up so easily?
He still had so many things undone, so many things he hadn't squandered.
Ogre pulled out a flare. But just as he was about to fire it, the hand holding the flare was pierced through.
Sheele severed his other arm, and at the same time, cut him in half at the waist. Ogre's body was severed into two, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair before becoming lifeless.
Sheele watched all of this indifferently, and after confirming he had no breath, she ran towards Mine.
The two met up and swiftly ran across the tall buildings.
"Nice work, Sheele."
"Um... thank you for the compliment." Sheele, out of combat, said shyly in response to Mine's praise.
At this moment, a guy in white armor ran to their side. "Mine, Sheele, are you two done over there?"
"Yes, done. Bulat, did you take care of that rich merchant?"
"Hahaha, just look at who was in charge." Bulat said with a laugh.
Mine and Sheele exchanged a smile, having full confidence in Bulat's ability.
Soon, the group left the capital, then quickly ran towards the Night Raid base.
...
While Night Raid was carrying out assassinations, the situation in the North was very relaxed.
Inside the Imperial Palace's arena.
Esdeath and Leone were having a "pleasant" battle, which was actually a one-sided crushing.
Abel sat nearby, enduring Akame's death glare, while holding Kurome, and rubbing her head.
Kurome enjoyed it like a kitten. She didn't know why, but it was just so comfortable to be by the King's side. Moreover, he was very kind and wouldn't make her do things she didn't want to do.
Inside the arena.
"Leone, are you even capable? You're not fit to be Master's woman if you're like this."
"Bastard! Just you wait!" Leone pointed at Esdeath and shouted loudly.
To be honest, her feelings for Abel were a bit complicated.
Leone immediately transformed into her lion beast form.
"Transform, Lion King!"
Her forearms turned into beast claws, a pair of ears grew on her head, and a tail appeared behind her.
Looking at Leone's appearance, Esdeath's lips curved slightly, "What a cute little kitty."
"What kitty! I'm a lion!" Leone retorted.
But the next second, Esdeath appeared behind her.
"Oh, really?"
Esdeath reached out towards Leone, who hadn't reacted yet, and grabbed her tail.
"Ah! You bastard, let go!"
Leone's face turned red, and she shrieked with shame and anger, her body struggling. This was a sensitive spot.
Esdeath held onto her tail without letting go, even shaking it, and teased, "The little kitty has quite a temper."
Leone, enraged and embarrassed, spun around abruptly, her claws slashing towards Esdeath.
Esdeath easily sidestepped, dodging the attack, and used the momentum to throw Leone away. Leone stumbled, almost falling, then steadied herself.
"You bastard!"
Leone charged forward again.