A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Anyway, it still doesn't work, right?...

In fact, I also vaguely guessed that everything in the dream created by the dream-eating beast was probably fictitious, and perhaps it couldn't find anything familiar in my memory...

"Then, Mr. Maxim, is there really no other way?"

I still don't give up.

"That... that depends on whether your amnesia is temporary or permanent..."

"If it's temporary amnesia, it can still be treated with medication, and it may even recover on its own after a period of time..."

"......If the memory loss is permanent......then my suggestion is......give up......rather than recovering the memory, it is better to search for the person all over the continent......"

"In addition, I also need to know the cause of your amnesia. Is it psychogenic amnesia? Or is it the more troublesome dissociative amnesia?"

Psychogenic? Dissociation?

I am almost confused by Mr. Maxim's bunch of professional terms.

"In fact, Mr. Maxim, when I was attacked by the dream-eating beast, what woke me up was a sentence from my mother. The tone of her voice was completely different from that in the dream, and it woke me up instantly."

"Oh? There are flashbacks of memory fragments? That can rule out permanent amnesia first. Are there any other clues?"

As expected of Mr. Maxim, who had been a doctor and a dream builder, he became interested as soon as he heard the clue.

I don't want to spoil his fun, but...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Maxime, this is the only experience I have had so far..."

"Really? What a pity... If there were more similar phenomena, perhaps I would be able to make a judgment."

Actually there is another one.

That is what Master has mentioned as “Cardero Mong Kok”.

This is what the Master heard in his mind, but he himself did not hear any sound...

Cardero Mong Kok is a real place name, but I don’t know what is there.

I only know that I have a deep relationship with him... a very deep one...

But the master also said that we should keep some facts from Mr. Maxim and not trust him completely.

It seems that I have to reveal everything myself...

......

After ending the unilateral "academic exchange" with Mr. Maxim, I turned my attention back to my dream.

From the time we landed until we reached Campino, nothing noteworthy happened along the way.

The man walked openly on the street with a bunch of "goods".

It turns out that in the southern countries, it is normal to see large numbers of people being trafficked on the streets?

I don't like this kind of atmosphere, I really hate it...

Because of this, I admire those fighters in Batoria who pursue freedom even more...

After all, what they are facing now is no longer just the encirclement and suppression of the coalition forces of five or six countries, but the entire southern countries of the continent...

However, at this point in time, the uprising had not yet broken out, and the slave trade network in the southern countries was still operating normally.

"stop."

At the gate of Campino City, a group of soldiers dressed as desert people drew their weapons and stopped the group of people.

"Entrance fee." The leading guard captain said as usual.

The man reached into his pocket and tossed a coin to the captain of the guard.

"...It's okay, go in."

After looking at the coin in his hand, the captain of the guard frowned, then signaled his soldiers to release the man, and then threw the coin back.

It seems that the man has a backer in the city.

"Follow closely, or you'll end up in a terrible situation." The man turned around and reminded.

Long before we entered the city, the man found a rope and tied our row of goods together and lined them up.

Now it seems that the purpose is not to prevent them from escaping, but to prevent them from getting separated.

This man's behavior is getting weirder and weirder...

I don't think he's a human trafficker.

As soon as I entered the city, I felt all kinds of eyes around me.

Greedy, curious, sympathetic, inquisitive, full of filth...

There are good and bad.

But the commonality is...it's incredibly depressing.

Should we say it is worthy of being called the "City of Merchants"? There is absolutely no human touch at all...

Even the rare sympathetic look was fleeting.

Without stopping, the man walked along the road straight to the center of the city, where the palace was.

The palace? Why the palace?

Could it be that the man has some connection with the royal family of the Kingdom of Talal?

Soon, I dismissed the idea.

The man did not enter the palace, but stopped at a chamber of commerce outside the palace.

Even so, as the Chamber of Commerce is located so close to the royal palace, the owner of the Chamber of Commerce is probably no ordinary person.

Standing at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce were two mercenaries. Judging from their attire, they were private mercenaries hired by the Chamber of Commerce...

Seeing the man coming, the two of them hurriedly saluted without saying a word, bending over until the man walked through the door. Then they stood up and looked at our string of "goods" behind the man.

"I" and Carriv walked at the end, and the sound of their casual conversation reached my ears:

"This kid made a lot of money this time, so much, and the quality is so high...tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. That kid has sharp ears. I guess the master won't sell this batch of goods at a low price based on their quality... Just wait and see..."

As he said that, one of them rubbed my head...

"I" didn't dare to resist and just lowered my head and said nothing. But Carrives, who was following behind, glared at the guy fiercely.

"Hey! How dare you stare at me! I..."

The mercenary who was glared at became angry and raised his hand to slap Carrie, but was stopped by another mercenary.

"Alright, alright, why bother getting angry with a little girl? They will suffer in the future..."

......

Our line of "products" was led by men to the Chamber of Commerce's square and lined up in a row.

Every girl knows that the time has come to meet her destiny...

Along the way, I no longer dare to have any extravagant hopes and just hope for a better ending.

Soon, many people gathered around the square and the environment became noisy.

"quiet!"

Someone shouted, and the whole place gradually quieted down.

Everyone's eyes turned to the figures coming out of the house.

Walking in the front... no, it should be said that being pushed in the front is an old man sitting in a wheelchair with white hair and beard and a wrinkled face.

The person pushing the old man was a young man who looked young and had a sly look in his eyes.

The moment the old man showed up, everyone around him half-knelt on the ground. There was originally some whispering at the scene, but now even the sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.

It can be seen that the old man’s status and position are not ordinary.

Also... the middle-aged man who came out of the house and followed the young man looked a little familiar...

I had met him at least once...but I couldn't remember it for a moment.

The old man sat in a wheelchair and moved his fingers slightly. The young man behind him understood instantly and said loudly:

"Come on, give him what he deserves."

Two men dressed as servants, each carrying a tray of gold and silver, walked up to the man who brought us here.

However, the man didn't even bother to look at these glittering treasures. He just said thank you, bowed to the old man in the wheelchair, and left the square alone without caring about anything else.

...After working so hard for so long and traveling so far, in the end it's not all about money, and it even seems like you don't care about anything...

I have absolutely no idea what this guy is...

What exactly does he want?

Looking at the few people standing high above, the old man naturally had no expression, the young man smiled slightly, as if the man's behavior was already expected, and the familiar middle-aged man sighed softly, as if he was regretting something...

After the reward was given, the young man pushed the old man down to the square and came to us.

It was still the young man who spoke:

"Welcome to Campino City, and welcome to the Chamber of Commerce run by the oldest family in Campino, the Azrael family..."

"Too......"

"The one you are about to pledge your allegiance to..."

......