I Got Fired as a Hero Today - Vol.3 Chapter 92: 103 Number

It is a moonless night hidden by clouds. 

Sparks fly in the pitch black. Two shadows dance their assassination techniques against each other. 

From the roof of the building opposite the entrance to Cornella’s residence, 103 Number, who was monitoring Arata, spotted a suspicious figure running along the rooftops. 

It was one of the spies from the Dalbaris Country that they had information on.

103 Number had received orders from the great wizard Gary Oswald to kill on sight, temporarily set aside the surveillance of Arata, and carried out the task. 

“Fireball.”

103 Number is a dark attribute spy, but as long as one has the aptitude, they can use the magic of other attributes as well. 

While their own attribute magic is more powerful, there are times when using the magic of other attributes is necessary.

That said, being able to use the magic of other attributes is the result of blood, sweat, and tears in training. 

103 Number used a fireball as a means of delay. Noticing the spies from Dalbaris, they turned their attention this way. 

103 Number does not have any attack magic that can defeat an enemy in one blow. 

Rather, they excel in indirect tactics, so this kind of fighting style is not their true intention.

However, since the order was “kill them on sight,” they had no choice but to follow it. 

103 Number had to do it as they were equipped with numerous knives as weapons. Although the lethality was low, the only option was to gradually wear down the opponent. 

103 Number unleashed the [Dark Bullet]. Although its firing speed was slow, it gouged flesh upon impact.

Moreover, they blend into the darkness, making them hard to see. 

Rather than being used directly, they are often left to linger in space as traps. 

103 Number deploys a few of these. 

The Dalbaris spy was hit by this attack. Their thighs and shoulders were exposed and gouged by the Dark Bullet’s attack. 

Even when they threw a dagger to counterattack, it was easily deflected.

“Things don’t go that smoothly.”

103 Number muttered as they released a dark projectile. 

However, this was a bad move. Casting magic isn’t easy. They had been focusing all their concentration on controlling the dark projectile, neglecting their own defense.

With a death-defying resolve, the blade of the Dalbaris spy, who had launched a suicide attack, gouged into the side of 103 Number. 

“Ugh!” 

103 Number, who had been fighting at a high altitude, fell from the roof. 

The Dalbaris spy retreated from the scene.

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How much time had passed? 

For a while, 103 Number had lost consciousness and tried to stand up, but couldn’t. 

Their body were numb. It seemed that the blade had been coated with poison.

They’re not sure how long they had been unconscious, but they could feel the poison coursing through their body. 

The bleeding was severe. The ground was soaked with their blood. 

Leaning against the wall in a slum alley, 103 Number was losing consciousness. 

However, there was no lingering attachment to this world. 

The white mask fell with a dry sound.

◆◆◆

The Dalbaris spy was escaping, barely able to breathe. 

At that moment.

“Good evening.” 

They were spotted by 102 Number, who was watching over the underground arena in the slums. 

After confirming that Azuma Miku was entering the underground arena again tonight, they were monitoring from the roof across the entrance when they noticed the Dalbaris spy moving along the roof.

Having received orders to kill on sight, they temporarily set aside monitoring Miku and carried out the task. 

The Dalbaris spy attempts to confront the charging 102 Number. 

102 Number draws the heavy axe they had strapped to their back. 

The Dalbaris spy throws a dagger, but 102 Number deflects it with the heavy axe as a shield.

At that unbelievable speed, they decapitated the Dalbaris spy. 102 Number thought.

“Did I even engage in a fight with someone?” 

It felt effortless. They rummaged through Dalbaris spy’s body looking for any information, but nothing came out.

“You don’t surely have anything that reveals your identity.”

The spy, whose existence is originally non-existent, lives and dies without anyone knowing. 

“At least it’s a small mercy.”

102 Number burned the body with magic and made it disappear.

◆◆◆

Arata had gone out to buy ingredients and was on his way back to Cornella’s dwelling. 

Now, he stopped in his tracks, scratching his head and wondering, “What should I do…” 

In front of him, walking down the back alley, lay the figure of 103 Number, collapsed on the ground.

The hood is pulled deep over the face, making it impossible to see, but judging by the white mask lying on the ground, it seems that 103 Number has revealed their true face. 

The area around it is a pool of blood, indicating that 103 Number has been attacked in some way. 

Arata remains vigilant, but there is no sign of anyone nearby. 

The back alley is eerily silent, with not a single person in sight.

They look to be about the same height as Shuu. 

In any case, there’s no reason to get involved with such a suspicious person. 

Arata turned on his heel and decided to return to Cornella’s dwelling via a different route.

◆◆◆

103 Number was seeing a blurred image in a hazy consciousness. 

It seemed like they were looking at 103 Number. Two people were looking at them. They could only see their mouths. 

Apparently, their eyesight was weak. 

“…Oh, they smiled.”

The man said. 

“Huh? Really?”

The woman said. 

“Hey, look. Doesn’t it look almost the same as me?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Like smooth skin and shiny hair, probably. But don’t you think the eyes look like mine?” 

“Oh, maybe.” 

“See? Those big, bright eyes make them beautiful, don’t they?” 

“You’re such a doting parent.” 

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Of course it is! After all, it’s the fruit of our love.” 

“Right?” 

“Hey, what are you doing? The kids are watching.” 

“It’s fine. They won’t understand anyway.”

“That’s true.”

They understand. 103 Number wants to shout, “Hey, stop it!” but can’t make a sound. 

It seems like they have become a baby. Or rather, is this a memory from the past? 

The two in front of them are being affectionate, but surprisingly, 103 Number feels warm seeing them.

What that emotion was, 103 Number had no family and did not understand. 

However, 103 Number instinctively understood what kind of existence they were to them. 

103 Number called out to them. Their consciousness was hazy, and they did not know whether they actually spoke out loud.

Arata came to a complete stop. 

He turned around. 

He heard it clearly. 

The words of 103 Number. 

“Mama… Papa.” 

Arata headed towards 103 Number. He picked up the barely breathing 103 Number. 

They were surprisingly light. 

“I thought it was impossible, but… this is a child, isn’t it…” 

Arata thought and was unable to leave a child behind.