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169. Allen Cell and Political Marriage [19]

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Translator: Saitama-sensei Editor:Ryunakama

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169. Allen Cell and Political Marriage [20]

As soon as I blew Clown-san away, Ria came running up to me.

「Are you alright, Allen!?」

「Ah, somehow…」

I clad myself in a dark robe and healed my torn muscles in an instant.

My body was light as a feather because the repulsive force acting on my body disappeared.

「Nee, Allen. What on earth was that last blow?」Rose asked, with a serious expression.

「…Sorry. I don’t know either.」

The only thing I can say is that the power that blew Clown-san away is by no means mine.

Having said that, Zeon didn’t have anything to do with it either.

It was like “something foreign was mixed in”. A strange feeling.

(What was that power…)

As I looked at my right hand,

「Ouuuuch…」

Clown-san, who crashed into the wall, slowly got up.

「Man… As expected of Allen-san, you easily exceeded my expectations!」he laughed in his usual light tone, and very happily for some reason.

「Clown-san, it is my victory. Please let me see Rain.」

「I don’t really like it, but a promise is a promise.」he said, shrugging his shoulders.

It looks like he’ll keep his promise.

「Thank you very much.」

A lot of things happened, but we finally took a step forward.

(All that’s left is whether Rain knows about the『spot』or not.)

But the odds are quite high that he does.

He was one of the top executives of the Black Organization – one of the Thirteen Knights of the Oracle.

There is no way such a high executive is not informed about the spot arranged in each country.

When I was thinking about that,

「I still have a little paperwork left, so please wait at the reception first.」Clown-san said, turning his eyes to his work desk.

「…You’re not trying to run away, are you?」

「Why must you do that paperwork now?」

Ria and Rose asked, turning a sharp eye towards him.

Apparently, they’ve lost faith in him because of the overly unfair game.

「I-It’s paperwork that I have to take care of as soon as possible!」

Clown-san made an excuse, with cold sweat appearing on his forehead, looking flustered.

「…Something smells fishy. If it’s just paperwork, wouldn’t it be okay to do it here and now. Why do you have to send us away?」

「It is exactly as Lilim says, though…」

Lilim-senpai and Ferris-senpai pointed out a very reasonable sharp point.

「…I-I’m sorry. To tell the truth, the document is a『confidential document』which cannot be seen by anyone else!」

Clown-san kept giving flimsy reasons.

(…Certainly, it’s a little strange.)

I feel a kind of impatience from him now.

(And that’s not all…)

It felt as though he was desperately trying to hide something.

(I don’t know why, but it seems inconvenient for him if we remain in this room.)

I don’t really like forcing people to do something they’re unwilling to.

So I decided to get straight to the point.

「Clown-san, you will keep your promise, won’t you?」

「Eh, yes, of course! A swordsman doesn’t go back on his word!」he said clearly, looking me straight in the eye.

「…I understand. Well then, we’ll be waiting at the reception first.」

「T-Thank you! You are always reasonable, Allen-san!」Clown-san said, a broad smile plastered on his face.

「H-Hey, Allen…」

「That decision is too dangerous!」

Ria and Rose stood in front of me with an expression of, “You are so unbelievable.”

「It’s okay. He said he’ll keep his promise, after all.」

「…Haa, I understand.」

「As always, you let people get off the hook easily.」

And I took the dissatisfied Ria, Rose, and senpais, back to the reception desk.

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Shortly after Allen and his friends left the room, Clown Jester immediately leaned against the wall.

「Haa haa… it worked…」

Large beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he took heavy, ragged breaths, with an anguished expression.

「But… fu, fufufu… to think that『that power』would be the first one to blossom… Allen Rodore is truly absurd!」

Clown, who witnessed an event that was the exact opposite of his expectations, laughed happily from the bottom of his heart.

For him, who has the nature of a researcher,『unexpected』is the best result.

「Fu, fufufu…! Fufu…… *cough* *cough*…」

As Clown coughed violently, crimson blood spilled on the floor cracked by his repulsive force.

「Ah man… what a mess…」

As he took off his clothes, a pitch-black painful bruise can be seen on his abdomen.

「Haha, if it was someone other than me, it would’ve been instant death.」

Clown’s abdomen was deeply caved in, and the broken ribs pierced into his internal organs causing internal bleeding.

He was on the brink of death. It was a mortal injury that needed immediate emergency treatment.

He staggered feebly to his work desk, and took a pale blue pill out of a hidden hole in the back of the drawer.

「I can’t let them see this, obviously.」Clown whispered, and immediately swallowed the pill.「Fuu, it feels like coming back to life.」

The bruise on his abdomen faded with every passing moment, and within seconds, it was completely healed

After confirming the recovery effect of the pill, he immediately looked to his soul dress〈Lonely Crown〉thrust into the floor.

A plain black and white sword, in a complete stable form.

「All right. Outward side effects seems to be completely gone!」

Satisfied with his research, Clown nodded with a smile on his face.

「Well then… let’s go meet Allen-san.」

Having recovered from his mortal injury, he went to the reception desk where Allen and others were waiting.

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