Crosswind: two meters. Distance: 845 meters.
Mission complete.
As expected from the super sniper Danica-sama, right, Chetana?
You have it all wrong, Danica.
You mean it's all thanks to super spotter Chetana-sama, don't you?
Hey, do you think we'll be able to see the meteor shower?
That's pretty much impossible.
Hate to bother. We had an offer come in.
Say what?!
I'm alive thanks to you.
Then again, you're alive thanks to me, too!
I'm going. I'll be back.
Sorry. I messed up.
You will adhere to a rejected request. That is the condition.
If you want her to come back alive, that is.
I'll make up for this later.
When all this is over...
let's watch the meteor shower.
We got to see the meteor shower again this year.
Yes. I wonder how many times we'll get to see it.
Well...
time to do our usual double-check for survival.
But, Cheta, do we really have to do this check every year?
Under a sky filled with shooting stars, it lacks a certain romanticism.
You think so?
It doesn't seem anything but romantic to me.
We're probably the only ones in the world doing a check like this in this moment.
Come on. Let's do it.
The emergency signal is...
A lie.
And it means?
"Leave me and run."
That's what we agreed on.
Neither one of us can save the other!
Hey. Hey, wake up.
Did you have a nice dream?
You should've just taken the job.
Medokia.
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A small island country that's recently achieved independence.
The leading candidate to be their next monarch is
Prince Marei, who is championing his late father's dearest wish, liberating all slaves.
The public reason for this Asia tour
is to greet everyone prior to the succession ceremony,
but his true objective is to prepare what he needs to liberate the slaves:
securing the promises of other capitalistic countries.
He will declare his intent to never again allow the exploitation of his people,
and in exchange, he will bring oil-drilling rights to the negotiation table.
Quite a competent young hero. Though...
that sweet mask of his was never meant to become a talking point.
He certainly is a prime target.
And the one who issued the kill request is Minister Aslan.
The very man who hid in the late king's shadow and managed the export of slaves.
He must have been at a complete loss.
Enough to make a request of a shady organization.
That's impressive research made from very little to go on.
So it's not like you don't understand what your roles are here, right?
Considering the composition of his security over several days,
it's clear that my partner's long-distance attack is a good fit for this matter.
And we've prepared fitting compensation, haven't we?
Right?
For a kill like this,
the matter isn't truly taken care of unless the perpetrator's death is part of the set.
Even if you managed to see that much, the reality is that you've been caught.
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I see.
All right. I'll head your way.
Seems your partner is here.
You see?
No matter what world you live in, a slave uprising will never be allowed.
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Inhuman
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The attack will be from this abandoned building.
It'll happen two hours from now.
Don't leave any marks with your hands.
The ship will pass the attack point at exactly 20:00.
There will only be one chance:
the shipboard signing ceremony.
The moment Prince Marre steps onto the stage
and security becomes relaxed.
No communication devices or other irregularities among her personal effects.
I kept my promise.
So you'd better keep up your end and give Chetana back to me.
That's only if the kill is successful.
If you don't give her back, I'll kill you.
How old are you, anyway?
That's got nothing to do with this.
Yeah, true enough.
And the sky's cloudy.
I bet Cheta's angry.
That absolute moron!
What's the point of a promise if you're gonna break it when it counts?!
Every damn time, that girl... I swear!
Hey, what's wrong?
What're you moaning about?
Don't make that scary face.
You're beautiful. You don't want to ruin that, do you?
Hey, did you know?
There's an hour left until the next shift change.
This is a perk of the job, right?
You get it, don't you? Why don't you and I have a little fun?
If you do, maybe I'll talk to my superiors to see if there's a way you don't die.
I wasn't born beautiful in order to make human garbage happy.
Go screw yourself.
You think you can talk down to me, bitch?!
Hey, now. You didn't tell me you're damaged goods.
Nice! That look in your eyes gets me really fired up.
Come on. We must've met for a reason, right?
I promise I'll be gentle.
You're...
The concierge?!
This thing's amazing!
Are you all right?
Chetana-sama, are you injured or...
Pardon me.
One more time, just in case.
How did you get here?
Huh? Oh, it was through a pretty narrow passage.
Really?
Can we really save Chetana?
I'm speaking of a possibility at most.
The New Asian Trading Company
moved its HQ to the Kojima Building on the harbor
following a large-scale conflict three years ago.
If there is an opportunity for us to take advantage of that fact...
The hotel library is a place where knowledge of all times and places is gathered.
Yes, both the public and the underground.
The Kojima Building? Yes, that is quite a nice structure.
The deepest reaches of the underground storerooms...
This is my first time here.
It's built in a manner that makes it easier to deal with attacks,
and the harbor warehouses are close by, making it a convenient location.
Weapon supply, concealed disposal of corpses, et cetera...
However...
it is only fortified against direct attack.
Just as all people have things they are and aren't suited for, so, too, do buildings.
That makes it perfect for imprisonment, don't you think?
Now, let's see. If Chetana-sama has been taken captive,
then she is undoubtedly being held here.
Really?
Yes.
Buildings do not lie.
Really?
She is very important to you, isn't she?
But... how do we get all the way in there?
Now, it's time to study, Ikuro-san.
Huh?
It seems that Sara-san will play her part in a different capacity.
What?
Remember: if you make a single mistake along the route, you will die.
What?!
Don't worry! The ducts are wide enough for you to fit inside.
What?!
But they were super narrow!
Sorry. I couldn't help recalling...
No, I'm sorry for making you go through all that.
Chetana-sama.
I'm sorry. The route I'm about to recommend is likely to be very trying for you.
Please hold on just a little longer.
The fifty minutes before the next shift change is everything.
Let's go.
Wait! I'm absolutely filthy!
Let's go.
Of course.
Hotel Inhumans.
It's past point B.
Conditions are nominal.
The time is one-nine-zero-zero.
All clean.
The target is on schedule.
One hour left.
Stay alert.
You think you can be my spotter like that?
If you're that nervous, you're not gonna be able to measure and observe accurately.
Yes, I will!
Why don't you at least secure it to the window?
Hmph.
Wind speed: two miles.
Is there any point to that? You have to do it right before.
On summer days, the wind blows from sea to land,
but in the evenings, calm seas cause a reversal.
The wind from land to sea is about to get stronger.
No one asked you! Just keep quiet!
What's your name?
I said shut up!
You've...
never done it, have you?
You've never killed someone.
Shut up. I will soon enough.
Even if it means being the company's dog and sucking up sludge,
I'll get better at killing and...
Shiihashi-san, everything is going as planned.
Good.
I'll kill 'em.
I'll kill 'em, no matter what!
With your hands shaking like that?
That'll stop once I get used to it!
Oh, that's true. That's right.
You know, I hope you never forget that rage you feel.
If you keep killing, at some point you won't feel those kinds of feelings anymore,
because you can never go back to being the you who had trembling hands.
I-I...
Hey!
Why're you chatting like old friends over here?!
You're just a dog. Got that?
You're just a slave, so don't go doing things without permission!
Ugh. So they really do exist.
People who are like the model definition of scum.
Hey, don't get the wrong idea, little girl.
Your job here isn't to make me angry, is it?
Remember, I'm the one who holds that worthless hostage's life in my hands.
You really are scum through and through, aren't you?
In order to rescue Chetana-sama, one important condition must be met.
That is for Danica-sama to accept their job offer.
But if she does that...
Let's look at the current situation.
For the New Asian Trading Company, Chetana-sama's worth
lies in Danica-sama's acceptance of their demands.
Viewed another way, her life is guaranteed until the job is completed.
In fact, in the worst case, if no action is taken...
I'll go! I'll go.
There's nothing to hesitate over, is there?
So take care of Chetana for me, okay?
Sorry. It's because I borrowed this cloth from you.
It's all right! Please don't let it bother y—
For now, I think we should hurry.
Sorry. I messed up.
You will adhere to a rejected request. That is the condition.
If you want her to come back alive, that is.
I'll make up for this later.
When all this is over...
let's watch the meteor shower.
Chetana-sama, are you all right?
In the end, I'm just a burden.
I'm causing trouble for you and for Danica.
No, this is part of my job, so...
My job...
Danica-sama told me to show you the meteor shower next week.
Danica said that?
Do you think we'll be able to see the meteor shower?
That's pretty much impossible.
Man, you've gotta be kidding me!
The emergency signal is...
A lie.
"Leave me and run."
But what do I do if it rains?
Why would she ask for the impossible?
But I don't want to give up...
Not after I heard everything.
She said that the day the two of you met was the day of the Perseid meteor shower, too.
Hey, whoa!
Hey...
Huh?
What are all those lights that've been flashing by?
Shooting stars. The stars are falling.
Stars can fall?
So if all the stars fall, will the sky be all black?
Shooting stars are just the light from when rubble from space burns up.
They won't all fall, so the sky won't turn all black.
Huh. You really know a lot.
They say that if you wish on a shooting star, it'll come true.
Do you have any wishes?
Huh? You can't just ask that out of nowhere. I'm not ready.
What about you? Any wishes?
I want some toast.
Freshly toasted... with lots of butter and marmalade on it.
Now I can't die until I've eaten some!
She'd lived having only ever been taught to kill,
so there was so much she didn't know.
Danica?
That's right. It's a word from where I was born.
Huh.
It means "the morning star."
That night, what I found wasn't one of the countless, unnamed stars.
It was the one and only "danica."
On my way back from the first time I'd assisted in a kill as her spotter,
she pressed a fallen flower she'd found into my trembling hands.
As thanks for her name, she gave me an earring.
And so I ended up with something to treasure.
When our nightmares were so terrifying that we couldn't sleep,
we'd swear to survive at least until her tattoo was complete.
And with that criminal vow as our support, we would fall asleep.
Even if we fought,
the next morning, as we ate toast together,
the fight would stop mattering.
When did I first begin to feel this way?
Because I held out my hand to her that day...
Because of the words I said that day...
Danica is still, to this day, drenched in blood.
Even so, this feeling hasn't disappeared.
I love her.
I love Danica.
When you don't speak them aloud, the stronger the feeling is...
the more likely it is to come to mind.
Chetana-sama.
Here.
Danica-sama asked me to bring it.
Danica, you idiot! Why did you come to save me?
Just leave me behind and escape!
Even if I'd died, you'd have been safe!
Chetana-sama?
I heard that a few hours ago.
What?
So take care of Chetana for me, okay?
Save her, no matter what.
Even if I die, you make sure you save her, okay?
And she gave me a message for you, too.
Actually... I lied!
Just forget all of that!
Hey, tell Chetana for me...
When all this is over, let's eat until we're stuffed!
We'll put on a ton of butter... and so much marmalade it spills over the edge...
of a ton of freshly made toast!
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Now I can't die until I've eaten some!
...some!
Honestly... Danica!
Sara-san?
Yes.
We just got out of the ducts.
Exactly at the estimated time.
Exactly. I did good, right?
And Chetana-sama?
And she ignores me.
She's right here next to me!
Chetana-sama, thank you for enduring such a dark, narrow passage.
Hey, what about me?
It's good to move that lazy body of yours around on occasion, isn't it?
Lazy?!
Unlike you, Sara-san, I'm more brains than brawn.
Unlike me?
I-I didn't mean you aren't intelligent!
No need for excuses.
Let's continue this idle chitchat when I return.
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