The Stupid Cannon Fodder is Stunning Today

Chapter 31: Light Through Yonder Window Breaks

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Being "blooded" for the first time was... exhilarating.

She was supposed to be the good one of the Calypto House—the gentle and kind heiress who had not yet tainted herself with death. 

But she felt her nerves set alight as the thrill of her first murder thrummed in her veins. 

Was this how Rasa and Father felt? How Toby felt? 

It was a good feeling, born and bred into her from generations of Calyptos before her. The guilt would set in when it was ready to be felt, but there was none of that at the moment. 

Not when she had slit the throat of several people and dragged their bodies into a room. 

Jovette removed her gloves and stuffed them into her pocket. 

Rowan and Mercury were waiting for her to clean up. 

She opened the door and found Rowan dragging in their last target.

The man was foaming at the mouth and his movements were seizing up like a death dance. His eyes were rolled so far into his skull to the point that Jovette could only see the white of his eyes. 

"Oh, hey," Rowan smiled awkwardly at her as he roughly pushed the man into the room.

"What happened to that one?" Jovette asked. 

He shrugged. "I gave him a larger dose. He should be dead soon." 

She nodded and went to help him. 

They carried the target into the middle of the room. 

Rowan fed him another dose of his poison and they watched as the man finally died. 

"Pluto, mission complete." 

"Good job, Happy Dagger. Go ahead and enjoy the rest of the ball with Apothecary and Dreamer. Peacemaker and Cat are still working on their objectives." 

"Will do, Pluto." 

Jovette turned to Rowan and saw he had held out a hand for her. 

There was a bashful smile on his face as he looked at the floor with interest. 

"I was wondering, since we still have some time, would you like to go for another spin on the dance floor?" 

Jovette smirked. "I would love to." 

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"Mem nom ist Peacemaker... Ago hic ad aux te... sed oporte me quoqu." 

"Your pronunciation sucks, but I think the children are getting it. Somehow." 

"They're aware that I'm helping them and that I need their assistance. What do I want me to do? Recite poetry?" 

The children were all staring at him like he was stupid, but little did they know, Bel was used to it. 

"Quid opus ist nubis facere?" one of the children asked. 

"He said 'What do you want us to do?'"

Bel pulled out the tracking stones from his coat and held it in front of the children. "How do you say 'Can you keep these in your pockets and wait for the Imperial soldiers to arrive?'"

Pluto repeated the translation back to him, and he slowly delivered the words. 

"Sic."

He passed the stones out.