Chapter 19
The Criminal Organization was subdued all at once.
About ten to fifteen people, beaten and unconscious villains, were scattered on the floor.
The Pink Girl, the only one perfectly fine, went uwaaa in the center.
Uwaaa.
Blood on my hands, blood.
The blood of good-natured criminals.
“Lord Demon! Lord Demon! My conscience is ringing Jjireureujjireureu!”
Jjireureujjireureu.
I have this much conscience too?
The Demon said firmly.
『Endure Firmly.』
“Yeees?”
Is that right?!
Total demonic advice?!
『Harden Your Heart. Safety is not gained through goodwill alone. You must Clearly establish a Hierarchical Relationship to become a bit safer.』
Eue, is that right?
『They are strictly a criminal Group. They can turn on you at any time. Just now, their goodwill only arose because they looked down on you. There is no permanence in goodwill gained by being underestimated. You must Acquire it with power.』
Eueee, Lord Demon, just what kind of life have you lived?
『And there is no need to be too sorry for them.』
The Demon continued in a softened voice.
『You taught them the Hierarchical Relationship through Subduing without Murder. It is a very Benevolent Act. Even if it isn’t to you, it is to them. You need to know that the back alley has a different sensibility.』
Meonggameongga, it feels like it might be right but also might not be.
Uwaa.
The Magic sword transformed into the Demon in Suit Attire. Its Red Eyes gently swept over Pastel. The Demon held Pastel’s Blood-stained Hand.
『Now, now, it would be better to wash your hands first. There should be a Washbasin over there.』
“Yeees.”
Pastel washed her hands. The bloodstains washed away in the cool Stream of water.
『If you are afraid of having blood on your hands, you just need to wash them. Water is more Amazing than you Think.』
The Demon said from the side, holding a Fluffy Towel.
“Ah, isn’t that a Figurative Expression? Ding ding ding!”
I’ve caught Lord Demon’s Embarrassing mistake!
The Demon gave a Faint Smile.
『I was also speaking figuratively.』
Uwaa?
I am Suddenly Feeling Stupid all by myself.
I should stay quiet.
“I’ll do the face washing too!”
『Do so.』
Chalbakkchalbak.
Eopueopu.
Hehe, all done.
I wiped my face and hands on the Fluffy Towel and came out, completely clean.
The awakened criminals were groaning on the Ground.
Pastel made a Strange Expression.
“Lord Demon is probably right. In a Rough World, there must be a Rough Method.”
She clapped her hands once and smiled brightly.
“But still, when everyone gets up, I want to Apologize! I want to do that!”
Hehe.
The Demon looked at her with a Complex Expression.
『You will be looked down upon. You’ve already given them enough leeway just by subduing. An apology is too Weak/Soft.』
The Girl Shook Her Head Vigorously.
Ding ding ding.
“Lord Demon! You’re wrong about this, Lord Demon! You’re in Suit Attire because you nitpick about This and That!”
Eue, so dull.
I shouldn’t wear things like that.
“I’m just doing it because I want to!”
Lord Demon has Too Many Thoughts.
Pastel jumped around shaking and wobbling as if teasing the Demon. She walked sideways and Spun Around, moving gently, swaying. Her Pink Hair fluttered. Her dress bounced.
Red Eyes stared straight at her.
『What are you trusting in…?』
It was the Gaze of a Fatigued Office Worker.
Pastel smiled brightly.
She pointed at herself with a Confident Gesture.
“Because I am Life's Too Easy Pastel!”
The World will Help me!
Yay.
A little while later, the Organization members all woke up.
The young boss rubbed his Bruised Nose with a handkerchief. He chewed on the Tree Trunk in his mouth.
Eueu, I can do it.
Pastel Bowed Her Head.
“I’m sorry! I started To Waver/Hesitate on how to get your Smuggling cooperation, and my hands moved first! I Apologize!”
“Uh, yeah.”
The boss took the handkerchief off his nose. He looked at Pastel with a bewildered expression.
“Well, yeah, well.”
The pondering boss’s hand waved.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. No one is severely hurt anyway. The paralyzing poison was a bit much just for scaring you. It’s understandable you were scared.”
The boss looked back at the Organization members.
“None of you are hurt, are you?”
“Yes!”
While everyone was answering, one Organization member raised his hand.
“I hurt a little, aack!”
The speaking Organization member was hit and dragged away.
Eh.
Pastel’s Eyes Widened.
“Ahem!”
The boss cleared his throat to Draw attention.
“But you fight really well, huh? I feel sorry for taking you lightly just because you’re a kid. I Apologize for having a prejudice based on your age.”
The boss’s Head Bowed.
Uwaaa?
An proper Adult…!
Lord Demon? Lord Demon?!
The Demon looked Awkward.
『Hmph. Well done, Young Kraft. You handled it well.』
Yay, I got praised.
Yay-yay.
I should make this an anniversary.
Pastel managed To Overrule an Opinion of Lord Demon.
Heok.
A Strange Sense of Immorality.
Is this the joy of a Tomboy?
The boss chewed on the Tree Trunk.
“We’ll Help you with the Smuggling. It’s quite profitable if we put in some effort and sell it Inland. But do you have Smuggled Goods? Or an airship? It’s difficult for us To Prepare those for you.”
“It’s okay! I have them!”
“Oh? Then the work is easy.”
Pastel discussed Work Matters with the boss.
It was a small Organization of about ten to fifteen people, but it had enough capability to handle Pastel’s Smuggled Goods.
They shared a Handshake.
“I look forward to working with you!”
“Likewise, Kraft.”
『Hmph.』
Pastel smiled brightly.
“Now let’s Build our Friendship, boss! Or should I say, Mr. Preston?”
“Call me whatever is comfortable.”
“Yes! Boss! But boss! Why are you eating a Tree Trunk?”
Are you perhaps a goat?
Heok.
“This?”
The boss tilted the Tree Trunk in his mouth.
“Yes!”
“It tastes sweet when you chew it. It’s a substitute for cigarettes.”
Ooh.
“I want one too!”
Preston chuckled.
“Young Lady, do you smoke?”
“Just give me one!”
“Wait a moment.”
The boss Rummaged through the drawer.
Suddenly, a commotion was heard outside the Boss's Room.
The door burst open.
An Organization member shouted with a Pale Complexion.
“Boss! It’s a Raid! They’re those bastards!”
“What?”
An explosion rang out from the lower floor. The floor shook slightly.
The boss frowned.
“Damn it, grab your weapons!”
Pastel’s Eyes Widened.
She looked down at the shaking tea water.
Oing.
The boss looked back. His face was heavily tense.
“Young Lady, go back for today. I know you’re good at Jujutsu, but Melee Combat is different.”
The boss made a gesture or hand signal to his Subordinate.
“We’ll guide you to the underground passage, so it’ll be safe if you leave that way. Guide her!”
“Yes!”
The boss grabbed his gun and sword and ran.
Pastel was left all alone with the Guide.
Oing.
“I’ll show you the way. Follow me.”
She looked at the familiar guide with a knife scar on his lip before moving to the Window Sill. She Carefully poked her face out.
An Armed Group of about thirty people surrounded the building entrance ruined by the explosion. Daggers, axes, and hammers gleamed in the sunlight.
The cannon aiming at the entrance was moved away with a groan.
The person who looked like the Leader stepped forward with an axe resting on his shoulder.
“Preston! Today is your death anniversary! Go wash your neck! Bwahaha!”
A Mocking Sound rang out in Succession. As if responding, thirty weapons heaved. Silver light flashed.
Pastel’s hands trembled.
Tremble, tremble.
Uwaaa.
Really Bad Adults…!
A Different Dimension of Evil…!
The Ruthless Reality is targeting a hungry child…!
Tremble, tremble.
Preston’s voice was heard from the 1st Floor.
“Wash what neck? I’ve been waiting! Come in!”
The Leader Burst Out Laughing. He looked back at his Subordinates while laughing.
“Wow! He says he’s been waiting! The difference in Personnel is Double! Did you reserve a Cemetery or something?!”
The Mocking Sound was boisterous.
Uwaaa.
“We have to go now. If the fight gets Intense, it’ll be hard to Escape.”
The Guide approached.
Uwaaaa.
Pastel started to Waver or Hesitate before shouting.
“No!”
“What?”
She quickly tapped the Magic sword.
Lord Demon, Lord Demon.
Please give me the courage not to be protected.
『A considerable number of Personnel are in an Open Space. You can’t always fight in a good Combat Environment.』
The Demon Said Calmly.
『Keep one thing in mind. In a multi-person battle, what you must cut down is not the people, but their fighting spirit. Drop their morale with Violent Handiwork.』
Understood.
Pastel placed her hands on the Window Frame.
She braced herself and jumped down.
Her field of vision opened up completely.
The atmosphere wrapped around her dress. Her Pink Hair fluttered.
Her feet touched the Ground and the girl raised her body. Gazes gathered on her.
The Leader and his Group stared with a Dumbfounded Expression.
“What is this?”
“It’s Pastel.”
The Girl drew her sword. The blade scraped against the scabbard. A Sharp Noise rang out. A Chilling Silver Light was revealed.
The blade drew a curve and aimed straight ahead.
Suddenly, the tip of the blade trembled faintly.
Hesitation and a Sense of Resistance.
Ah.
Pastel looked at the Leader and his Group in Embarrassment.
“Is there anyone who could perhaps shoot a gun for me…?”
Hehe.
Killing people is too hard.
I don’t know when I’ll get used to it.
“Ha, what is this kid doing?”
The Leader Carelessly/Indifferently lowered his hand to his belt. His hand touched the holstered pistol.
The muzzle was aimed.
Preston, having come to his senses, was heard from the back side.
“Run-“
A gunshot rang out. The Round bullet rotated. The blade flashed. The bullet was cut and sparks flew.
Adrenaline surged wildly.
Pastel kicked off the Ground with her mind submerged. The distance closed explosively. A flustered face approached right before her eyes.
The blade rippled. The trajectory grazed Here and There across the Leader’s body. Silver light flashed. The sound of tearing flesh rang out in Succession. The body was shredded and scattered. A Blood Fountain surged up.
Blood splattered onto the cheek of the dazed Subordinate. The blade drew a curve. The Subordinate’s Neck Was Slashed. The head was cut off and spun.
What must be cut down is not the people, but their fighting spirit.
A Sword Strike stormed upon the headless body. The blade grazed the corpse and shredded it. The remains explosively swept the Surroundings. People’s faces and clothes were dyed red.
“Ah…?”
The Subordinate wiped his face In Confusion. Bits of flesh were smeared on his palm.
The blade flashed. A Sword Strike grazed the body of the person looking at their palm. Limbs scattered. The body collapsed.
A Scream rang out.
The sound of Scampering spread like a contagion.
The Girl pounced on the fleeing flock of sheep.
She cut their backs, sent their necks flying, and brought Severance to their limbs.
The Screams disappeared one by one.
Red Blood flowed down along her Pink Hair.
The bloody water made a sound as it was roughly stepped on.
Suddenly, a Calm Voice pierced through her unconsciousness.
『Good work. You can stop now.』
Pastel, who was chasing the Fugitives, paused.
Her mind awoke and a Dazed Sensation swallowed her body.
Eue?
Belatedly, she gasped, taking rough breaths.
Drops of blood flowed down the blade.
Footsteps were heard. They grew closer and then subsided.
As Preston turned her head, she and the Organization members stopped their steps and stared blankly.
Uwaaa, it’s a Criminal Organization.
Completely fascinating.
Pastel smiled brightly with a Drowsy Mind.
“Hello, everyone.”
Blood flowed through her Pink Hair.
The Girl pointed at herself.
“I am Pastel Lovecraft.”
A Blood-stained Hand was extended.
“I look forward to working with you.”
Hehe.
After that, Pastel was able to remake the Business Agreement with Preston, who had somehow become even kinder.
Oing.
“Huh? Really? Is it okay for you to concede this much?”
Various conditions underwent Adjustment to be better for the hungry child.
Heok, I’m touched.
“Lord Demon! Lord Demon! They are really nice people!”
Uwaaa.
“As expected, The World is Beautiful!”
Pastel flailed both her arms.
I’ve become Life's Too Easy Pastel!
“Life's Too Easy Pastel…!”
Woowaang.
The Demon let out a sigh.
A deep sigh that seemed to come from his soul - puuuk.
Ing.
I really can’t understand Lord Demon’s sensibilities. Isn’t the suit the problem? How about wearing something else?
Anyway.
Pastel looked at the Magic Stone Boxes that seemed to have increased by 20% compared to before.
Woowaoowa.
Her mouth hung open.
It wasn’t just 20%.
It was a Compound Interest Figure that was amplified with every act of Smuggling.
Pastel clenched Both Fists.
She took a deep breath.
One, two, three!
“Woowaang!”
Once more.
“Woowaaaang!”
0% Smuggling Fee Achieved!
Her body trembled.
Is this the joy of Complete tax Evasion?
Am I perhaps a Criminal Constitution…?
Yay.