I Am No King's

Chapter 302 – Nina Bobo

"Nina bobo .. oh. oh. nina bobo .. otherwise you're bitten by a mosquito."

With an arsenal chest on my back and a spear in my hand, I sang out loud, letting my voice be heard throughout the room. This spear was just an ordinary spear, not a three-eye spear.

Slowly, I walked through the room. Every now and then, I shove my spear and kill the people who come. Sometimes I pull the gun attached to the holster's waist and take off a few shots.

"Someone, please!"

"Please! Please open the door!"

"Please!"

Faintly, behind my singing voice, a panicked cry sounded. Without even needing to look, I could tell they were trying to open the door. Unfortunately, this building has been sealed. No one can leave this place without my permission.

The manor house was always large with a garden surrounding the main building. This type of building has a very fatal deficiency. When the enemy enters from the inside and locks access in and out, no one will know. No matter how loud they scream, no one will hear.

What about the guards? Yeah, I've all killed them. Yeah, not everything. I'm not a cold-blooded killer. I give opportunities to servants, guards and employees who know nothing. If you want to go and close your eyes to everything that happened here, I'll let them live. Lf it doesn't? Purging.

The effect? Not many people say they want to fight. The people who want to fight me on average are nobles who happen to work under the Fafniari family. To the commoners, they did not take a headache and immediately left.

Honestly, thanks to Bana'an's intelligence, my cleanup really felt easy. In the past, I had to enter secretly, dodging all the servants and guards, only to be able to kill a family member. But, unfortunately, even though I let them live, the court said otherwise. The servants and guards will be suspects. They allegedly plotted to kill the noble.

Infiltrating without killing innocent people is not easy. When I found out they had been sentenced to death, I cursed. Know that I killed them from the beginning. At least, if they die, their families will not get social sanctions. Yeah, nevermind. What passes let it pass. Importantly, right now, their safety and silence are being monitored by intelligence. So, I can relax.

Slowly, the panicked screams grew quieter. Not slowly, but away. They seem to have realized that no one would help. A realistic option is to move to another room and hide. Unfortunately free.

I got into a room and opened the door. Without lights, there is no lighting other than outside bulletproof windows. O nobles, the bulletproof windows you use as protection are your dinner weapons.

"Nina bobo .. oh. oh. nina bobo .. otherwise you're bitten by a mosquito."

While turning on the lights, I continued to sing.

According to Lacuna, if you do cleaning by sneaking, singing will be very helpful. By singing, the enemy knows your position. So, the chances of you and the enemy crossing each other due to accidental factors are very small. Inadvertent factors are something that should be minimized.

Let's say the enemy carries a knife. Suddenly he accidentally collided with you and the knife struck. You will have injuries. The problem of unintentionally is movement without patterns. And, because without a pattern, no bloodthirsty aura or killing intent emanated. So, our instincts will not move in time.

By singing and announcing the existence, I can minimize the accidental factor. The enemy would emit killing intent, making instincts standby. In addition, this can also make the enemy afraid, experiencing terror. Enemies who panic and are terrorized by the sound of singing will not be able to think clearly, giving the effect of easy-to-read movements.

This room looks so neat. In fact, the lights that were previously off indicate that there was no one in it. However, my instincts cannot be deceived. I can feel the presence of 3 people in this room. Two guys in the closet, one guy under the desk.

I stopped singing. "The remaining 3 people. First, the current Head of the Family, Duke Sien Fafniari, the elder brother of Empress Rahayu and Pakde of the Emir. Second, the mother of Duke Sien Fafniari, Fatima Fafniari. And, lastly, the youngest daughter of Duke Sien, Kari Fafniari. It's a pity that the princess has to die tonight when she's getting married in a few months."

There was no response. They're still quiet. However, I could smell their fear filling the air.

"You guys think you can fight because I don't know your intentions, right? But, unfortunately, I've been watching you ever since. Some of your family members are very wise. They chose to be ostracized by the Fafniari Family and live in another territory. However, on the other hand, you guys are actually haughty and arrogant, thinking you can fight me. Thinking I'm just an impossible commoner against nobility."

I walked and sat down on the table. An arsenal crate and a spear I laid beside the table. Without looking, I knew that under this table there was a woman hiding, Kari. He was only 2 years older than the Emir. And, from the photos I saw, she was quite beautiful like Yurika. It's a pity that he must die at my hands.

"Behold, I'm a fair man. For those who fight me, cleansing. For those who don't fight back, an easy and safe life awaits."

"...."

There's no answer.

"Am I in the wrong room, huh?" I pretended to be wrong. "Okay, let's check the other room."

I came down from the table and put the box on my back. At that moment, I made a knocking sound on the table.

"Oh, I seem to be right. There are people in this room."

Brakkk

The closet door opened, revealing two figures.

"Please forgive us. We didn't mean to oppose you. It was you who forced us to oppose you."

"Suckers! What are you doing?"

Duke Sien sold his own mother. He whines, betrays his red hair.

Realizing he was sold, Fatima immediately got up and ran away.

"I don't want to die!"

I picked up the spear on the table and stabbed Fatima in the back. With a rather high puncture angle, my spear managed to penetrate above the nape to Fatima's right eye. In fact, Fatima's eyeballs stuck in the eyes of the spear.

I did not pull the spear to remove it from Fatima's body, but swung it to the left right. My swing succeeded in making Fatima's head from her body and spear, thrown to the end of the room.

"One more dead, two left."

I put pressure on word two, showing Duke Sien that I would also kill his daughter.

Duke Sien kneels. "Please. Forgive us. We're not going to fight you anymore. We were just forced to obey mom."

"You want me to forgive you? Give me a reason why I should forgive you. I mean, you could be lying about being forced, right? You might just want to save yourself by lying."

"I'm not lying. I really had to do it."

Huh! I told you to keep an eye on you since the coup. And, by that I mean watching, not just gestures but personal lives as well. I really know Duke Sein wasn't forced by Fatima. In fact, he offered help like a devoted son.

Seriate

　

　

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