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“I-I’ll absolutely…! Absolutely n-never be involved! I-In a-any way! B-Bwah—!”
I’m glad it worked out somehow, I thought to myself, observing from the shadows. Buffon, the leader of that former party shriveled and shivered all over, his face a melting pot of snot, saliva, and tears. He even managed to dampen his crotch while babbling toward the Voice I’d emitted.
Honestly, had I gone too far for a warning? Not only did he wet himself, he even foamed at the mouth in pure panic. It seemed like something out of a painting, of sorts. To top it off, he babbled and whined like a dying pig.
But seriously, what about the other customers? Do they really not want anything to do with this? I mean, the Invisibility spell I’d cast while dealing with him should be worn off by now. And even if it hadn’t, someone could’ve noticed halfway through due to all his noise. Frankly, trained or not, I was on pins and needles wondering if I’d get caught.
Could it be they were deliberately not looking? In that case, it would make sense for sure.
Nevertheless, this skill worked surprisingly well against adventurers. In truth, it’s one of Reiss’ special assassination techniques, in which one prevents their target from calling for help through intimidation.
The procedure goes like this: First, I use the wide-ranging Invisibility spell to conceal and isolate not only myself but also the target from the surroundings. This creates an illusion for the target, to make it as if they’ve wandered into a different dimension.
Next, I employ a storytelling technique that stirs up fear with a unique rhythm and tone of voice. This is physically reinforced by infusing magical power into a Voice.
Upon hearing this Voice, the target’s heart and lungs feel as if they’ve been seized for a brief moment, causing dysfunction such as irregular heartbeat and breathing difficulties.
…While these sound like powerful techniques, they were far from that.
If the target is even slightly on guard or has a sense of combativeness, they can easily break through it. It’s not just ineffective in combat against creatures, let alone humans, who possess even a bit of fighting spirit. It’s a technique strictly meant for assassination purposes.
On top of that, I had even considered this technique might not work against seasoned adventurers who’re constantly on guard and have prepared other means. But well, since it all worked out, I’ll just consider it a success — Oh, I almost forgot.
“We’re done here, Mr. Buffon. Now, leave.”
As I took on the role of Reiss, I completely dispelled whatever Invisibility may have been left and released him.
At the same time, without a care for his own ego or regard for himself, he ran towards the entrance of the shop—his breath haggard like some morbid pig.
Watching him pathetically waddle his fat towards the exit, I decided to add a few words that sprung to mind.
“Buffon! I told you not to get involved, but if you ever feel like actually supporting the cause—Rokoko and Luminous—I’ll let you off just for that!”
Phew, that should cover all bases. But man, did it take a bit. Rokoko must be exhausted from waiting.
Having said all that had to be, I turned around. After all, I had no more business here. If he ever so much as tried to mess with us again, I’ll just crush him.
“Customer?! You haven’t paid yet! Gah!”
“Ugh! Shut up! G-g-get back! Bwah! Bwah!”
“You…! Security! Capture this man right now!”
“Bwah?! L-Let go! Let go of me! While you’re dilly-dallying here, there’s a Reiss coming after me! N-Nonexistent! Bwaaaaah!!!”
“Behave yourself! I’ll have the guards throw you out right away!”
“What the heck, seriously! Who’s that creepy old man!? He’s screaming all by himself like a maniac! Ew! And, seriously, this is unbelievable!? Now he’s wetting himself!?”
“Honestly, he was weird from the start! Is he out of his mind!? It was the right call not to get involved and to avoid looking at him! He’s making so much noise, just like a pig!”
“Heh! Then, I guess the place he’s heading to is just perfect for that old man, huh?”
“Eh, wait, could it be…!”
“Let gooo! I am… I am… Buffon!!!”
“So the pig’s headed for the pigsty, eh? Ahahahahahaha!”
…Yeah, I’m not involved in this, yeah? A 100%. Not a chance. Nope.
Finally, I turned my feet towards the private room in which Rokoko waited for me.
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