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Chapter 467.

    Chapter 467.<h4><b>Chapter 467. An Exciting Night with Two Girls Outside the City: The Alleged Haunted Castle. (10/10)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria’s arms moved from my right arm to around my back as she buried her face deeper into my chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Was… big brother… worried about me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really? You’re not… just saying that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I really mean it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother... is a big bad devil though. How do I know he’s not lying and just telling me what I want to hear the most?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t believe me? Your big brother can feel hurt too, you know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha- uh, no, I uh believe big brother… it’s just…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Some proof… would be... nice I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? And what sort of proof would be sufficient to prove I’m telling the truth?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I dunno.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then how am I supposed to know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But big brother knows everything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“More like I hardly know anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would big brother cry if I died?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I imagined seeing her copsed, lifeless, on the ground bleeding out, I felt a hole in my heart.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’d cry a river.” Unless it happened, I couldn’t say for certain whether I really would, but I felt like I might. Not only would I lose this little sister, I’d also lose my valuable editor/proofreader if she died.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So be more careful from now on and promise you won’t be so reckless.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. If big brother says he’ll cry for me if I die I’ll take that as proof.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can you stop raising death gs?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can we just stay like this for a little bit longer?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We really shouldn’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Despite us both agreeing on that, we still remained in that position for a few more minutes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When the erratic fluctuations in the color of her soul ceased it felt like she’d calmed so I asked as I let her go, “Are you okay now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… Yeah. Sorry... I let you see me in such an embarrassing state. I couldn’t keep my emotions in check, I’ve failed as an assassin.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, what a failure. I’ll be sure to tell Rosa all about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha- don’t! This is a secret. A secret between just the two of us. You got that, big brother?” Wisteria positioned the side of her index finger in front of her lips making a reproachful hush gesture.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t remember signing a nondisclosure agreement.” I shrugged flippantly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you tell Rosa… I won’t be a good little sister. I’ll be a bad big sister instead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I understand, I won’t speak a word of this to anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” Her threat was more than effective against me. I really didn’t know how to deal with her when her big sister switch was flipped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha~ I change my mind, tell Rosa. I want to be a bad big sister now~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. I won’t be able to survive that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The flirtatious tone I was used to hearing from Wisteria was back, it seemed she’d returned to her usual self.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I turned the shlight off, Wisteria was quick to grab hold of my free right hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You still scared?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not, I just thought we might get separated in the dark if we don’t hold hands like we did before.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She naturally didn’t know I could see everything. Including her slightly flushed cheeks as she turned her head away to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we started walking, Wisteria quietly posed a sudden question likely to get her mind off of the dark, “Hey, do you really think the two we heard just now double backed to the castle?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No idea. Why do you ask?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, what if they didn’t double back to the castle?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where would they have gone if they didn’t?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I dunno, maybe there’s a secret passageway or something. That might exin how I lost track of my target too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But if there was a secret passage surely we would have heard something when it opened up, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t really hear anything unusual when I lost track of my target though. Maybe it’s just super quiet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stopped in my tracks and Wisteria bumped into the back of my shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you stopping for all of a sudden?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I never considered opening up a secret passage would be quiet. If there are rotating gears and moving mechanical parts, I’d assume it’d be quite loud.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But what if there were no mechanical parts and someone just moved something out of the way and put it back themselves? It could be pretty quiet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… certainly true.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I started scrutinizing the walls inside the passage more carefully. From the moment I entered I’d noticed therge number of cracks in the walls… but what if… mixed into these cracks was a hollowed-out area behind them?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Because there were so many cracks throughout the tunnels, it was the perfect camouge. A secret passage could be hidden anywhere and the cracks hid it perfectly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria, using your knuckle, lightly knock on the right wall, I’ll do the same for the left wall while we walk. Listen carefully for any differences in the sound the wall makes when you knock on it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We continued straight down the passage while we checked for any hollowed-out spaces behind the walls. A minuteter, when I knocked on the wall, my heart leaped. I knocked on it again to confirm I hadn’t misheard. The pitch was definitely higher. I moved a bit further down and continued knocking on it until the pitch dropped lower.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I looked at Wisteria, our eyes met, and we mutually understood what it meant.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother, we solved the mystery behind their disappearing act, but we should get out of here now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Normally I’d agree with you… but… I need evidence.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Evidence of what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Evidence of what I suspect the big secret this doctor is hiding.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you need evidence? If you want to bust this doctor for whatever shady business he’s dealing in you can just inform the police of this location and they can raid it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s too far-fetched. They likely wouldn’t take it seriously unless there’s hard evidence to back up such an oundish im. They’d probably think it’s a prank and someone’s trying to send them on a wild goose chase. It wouldn’t be the same as calling in for a bomb threat in which they respond to seriously no matter what.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I guess. But you could im there’s a bomb being manufactured down here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I could… but if it’s all the way out here, how many officers would they even respond with? They might send one or two units to inspect the ce but those officers may do a half-assed job, not taking it as seriously when they arrive if you consider the location. Police get all sorts of crazy tips that end up beingplete nonsense after all. There’s no one around to get hurt here even if a bomb went off. If it was a highly-popted area it’d be apletely different story.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then... we’re really going to take a peek?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Just a small look. If I can record some evidence on camera, that will be good enough.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay… but if things go south, you have to promise me something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll keep them busy while you run away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Those words woke me up. I realized I was at a critical diverging juncture. One that could very well result in Wisteria’s death. I wasn’t operating alone here. It wasn’t just my life that would be lost if I screwed up. If it was just my life, I wouldn’t be nearly as concerned, but gambling with Wisteria’s life wasn’t a risk I was willing to take aftering all the way here to find her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This side task wasn’t part of my original objective ining down here. The risk of opening Pandora’s box behind this wall was just too high. There was no way of knowing what theyout looked like behind this wall. Just opening it could make them aware of our presence. Perhaps there were even sensors and proper security systems beyond this point. The fact that we hadn’t run into any security systems up to this point even increased the chances of that being the case.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was a close one. If Wisteria hadn’t dumped that bucket of cold water on me, both of us likely would have stepped into a trap. It might have been a blessing in disguise that Wisteria had lost sight of her target when she did. I would have never found her if she’d followed her target inside there alone. And if she had entered, she almost certainly would have been captured.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria, never mind. You’re right, let’s get out of here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Right now we still had the advantage. They didn’t know we were on to them. So long as they weren’t aware of that, they wouldn’t pack up shop and move to a new location. Yes, the correct option here was a tactical retreat. Rushing blindly into the unknown with little information would only lead to defeat. Once we escaped we could collect more information and return at ater date more prepared.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you’re more important than getting some evidence.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha- uh, I’m an assassin though…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what? You’re also my little sister.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t give her another chance to respond and pulled her forward in a rush to get out of here. After walking for five minutes with my left hand on the wall we managed to find an exit. Thankfully it was the one I originally came in through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As soon as we were outside the instant I turned on my two-way radio, Rosa’s anxious voice came through, “Ran, is that you, are you okay!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, Ran? Is that this snooping brat’s name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t mess around! I can tell it’s you!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, it was just a joke. Were you that worried?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been dark for over an hour already. Of course I’ve been worried, you jerk!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry. Are the two of you safe?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, we had a close call with those two in the castle, but we luckily weren’t noticed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you still inside?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. We’re already at the front gate. Dawn’s inside the pickup truck ready to start it and drive off at my signal while I’ve been posted up on top of the wall on the lookout for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you find Wisteria?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is she… safe?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she’s with me right now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Phew. That’s a relief.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re heading to the gate now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">...


    <span style="font-weight:400">We made our way to the gate we’d parked up beside. To scale the wall Rosa reached out from on top of it and pulled us up. As soon as we dropped down onto the back of Dawn’s pickup truck and Rosa gave the signal she took off. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any further close calls on the way back. Now that we’d all rendezvoused, our night adventure at this old rundown castle had finallye to a close.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s been a while, Master. It’s great you made it out of their safe.” The second Rosa had the chance, she pounced on Wisteria and greeted her with a big hug in the back of Dawn’s pickup truck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm, it really has been a while, hasn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, four to five months. I’ve practiced and improved my technique a lot since west saw each other, Master. I’m confident I can face you head-on without the need for any cheap tricks like in ourst contest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is that really the first thing you’re going to talk about when you see her?” I couldn’t refrain from butting in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course it is~” Rosa nodded shamelessly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria, did you rent a car and park it somewhere nearby? We can drop you off by it so you don’t need to walk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… heheh… do I look like I’ve got a lot of money to spare to rent a car?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Wait… then how’d you follow your target all the way out here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… the thing is, I nted a tracker on his car and hitchhiked a ride. I was dropped off nearby and walked from there to the castle where I luckily regained eyes on the target again. Since I already went through the hassle to follow him all the way out here, I figured I might as well try toplete the mission while I was here. If I didn’t, all the time and effort I put in to get here and save some money would have been wasted. The flight wasn’t cheap and the reward isn’t even enough for me to break even. I’m actually losing money on this assignment. Ugh. Anyway… a lot of things happened.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master, you could have just asked me. I would have been more than happy to cover it so you wouldn’t lose out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How can I ask my disciple for money? What sort of master would I be if I epted your money?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">If you didn’t know what sort of practice Rosa learned from Wisteria, you might even be touched by their master-disciple rtionship. But knowing what it was, I couldn’t help but want to die.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master, if you don’t want to ept money then the least we can do is give you a ride back to where you’re staying.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… where I’m staying… that is…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is something wrong, Master?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I’ve been staying in the city, it’s pretty far andte though. I wouldn’t want to bother you two on your vacation.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about it, we don’t mind. Ran can give you a ride on his motorcycle.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria, where have you been staying in the city exactly?” Considering her money situation it was only natural that I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Does it matter?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it does.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A… hotel.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar. If you were concerned about money, you could have rented a car and slept inside that instead. That would have been much more cost-effective and even cheaper. You’re definitely not staying at a hotel. Where are you really staying, Wisteria? Don’t lie.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. I’ve been... sleeping inside public restroom stalls.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">If I’d known about this when I met her at the hospital I wouldn’t have let her run off on her own back then.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master… you’ve had it hard, haven''t you? Why don’t you stay with us at Dawn’s farm?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… that’s a bit… difficult.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Because she’s your client’s daughter?” Rosa whispered teasingly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Considering the reward for this assignment is so small, it’s the least your client can offer aspensation, don’t you think?” I made that suggestion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it really fine though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Is there something wrong with your client providing amodations for you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… uh… butting in on your vacation like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We already said it’s not a problem, so don’t sweat it, Master.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then… okay.” It felt a bit strange to see Wisteria looking so shy. Her head was lowered a bit and her cheeks were slightly red.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With thatst matter settled, the day was truly over. We made it back to the farm around 4:00 AM before Dawn’s father woke up. We’d really been out for quite an adventure and I was exhausted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Let alone making it to a bed, the moment I sat down on the couch in the living room, I passed out.
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