Chapter 40: Overclock
"You’re very confident... going as far as to tell me the name of your organization. Your face is even open for all to see," Mistress Alyra remarked offhandedly. "What happens when I leave here?"
No 29 let out a mirthless chuckle in response to her question, shaking his head like he was chastising a little kid. "Sorry to say, but you won’t be leaving here at all, my lady."
"Oh? And what is the basis for this claim?"
No 29 looked at her amusedly, but seemed content to play along with her questioning game. "Well, for one, I’m way stronger than you are. You’re looking at the youngest ever tier five awakened of the Silent Blade Squad." He gestured at himself.
The commandant’s eyes widened slightly as he held his ground, waiting for Mistress Alyra’s signal to attack. He was thoroughly shocked, even thinking No 29 was bluffing. The guy looked, at most, twenty-five. For someone not of a noble background, that was extremely impressive. In fact, the people not of noble background that he could think of who had achieved the same out in the real world could be counted on just one hand.
Mistress Alyra didn’t look particularly fazed. Her expression only shifted slightly in concentration as she regarded her opponent with more caution. "Silent Blade Squad’s Smiling Devil."
No 29 grinned in ecstasy. "So you’ve heard about me, Mistress Alyra. It seems I’m kind of popular."
She rolled her eyes. "Not really..."
"Such is life... A little boy from some backwater town, making his way in the world to the point where his name has reached the ears of the oh-so-great and mighty nobles!" He gesticulated extravagantly. "And not even just any noble... A Ryvelin! One of the founding houses of the great kingdom of Morva!" He roared with unhinged laughter before quieting abruptly, raw venom dripping from his voice. "Do you know how happy I was when I was briefed about this job? Do you know why I chose to go ahead with it, despite the immense risk it came along with? Do you know why I—"