Assassins and Dragons

Chapter 48: Disorder in the Capital

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[Umatora Theater]

This theater in the Capital is quite popular among the citizens thanks to its plays, which satirize everything the people hate about the Empire. High-ranking officials and politicians had always been suspicious of it, but they had never been able to prove anything.

Wanting to settle the matter once and for all, the Prime Minister gave Wild Hunt permission to investigate, using absolutely any methods they deemed appropriate—to Syura's great delight.

At the moment, the theater was presenting a new play, another one of those productions mocking the Empire, this time a dramatic comedy. However, the performance is interrupted when someone enters through the backstage area.

Syura: Excuse us!

Confused by the sudden interruption, the actors, the theater director, and the audience all turn toward the backstage entrance, where Wild Hunt had just emerged. Izou stood there with an olive branch in his mouth. Cosmina hummed cheerfully with a smile. Jake smoked a cigarette with his shotgun resting over his shoulder. Enshin stood with his hands on his hips, wearing a smug grin. Dorothea had her hands folded together, patiently waiting to see what would happen. Meanwhile, Syura stood at the front of the group, holding up a card bearing the Wild Hunt insignia while wearing an arrogant smile.

[Insert this soundtrack: Heed Our Warning — Steve Jablonsky]

Syura: We are the secret police, Wild Hunt! Heard of us?

The theater director looks surprised by the group's introduction.

"Wild Hunt... I've heard the reports about them. They're the group the Empire formed to assist the Jaegers after they lost some members." — The director thinks, uncomfortable with their presence.

Clearing his throat, the director smiles at the Imperial Arms users, doing his best to act as though nothing were wrong.

"Good afternoon, my esteemed guests! Uh... Is there something I can do for you?"

Smiling, Syura crosses his arms and takes two steps forward.

Syura: We've received reports that your plays criticize the Empire, so we decided to investigate and get to the bottom of it.

"W-What?! T-That's not true!" — The man quickly denies, growing nervous.

Syura: Well then, I assume you won't mind if we investigate. — He taunts while glancing around.

The actors take several steps back, already becoming tense and fearing what fate awaited them.

Trembling, the director rummages through his pockets, pulling out one of several coin pouches and offering it to Syura while forcing a smile.

"H-Here! It isn't much, but please take this."

Syura: Huh? — He frowns in annoyance, slapping the pouch aside. — Are you trying to buy me off with a little bit of stupid money? — He folds his arms. — The sentence is death!

The director screams in terror, but before he can flee, Dorothea grabs him by the collar and stares at him apathetically.

Dorothea: Nothing personal, gentleman. It is simply my hunger.