Akame ga Kill: Starting with Dual Kamui-Chapter 106: Slaying the Minister’s Lapdogs

Facing the encirclement of guards, Blayn drew the Crimson Night Blade from his waist. At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary katana, but a faint mist of blood clung to the blade, giving it an eerie and menacing presence.

The head guard was the first to charge at Blayn. He had to rescue Lord Bull as soon as possible—his own life depended on it. As a Shingu user, he had more confidence than the other guards.

Blayn swung his blade forward, his speed so overwhelming that the guard couldn't even register the movement. All he saw was a flash of light, and by the time he realized what had happened, his throat had already been slit.

"Gah...!"

The head guard collapsed backward, disbelief filling his eyes.

The intruder was this powerful?! Could it be... Night Raid?!

That was his last thought before death claimed him.

Blayn had no intention of showing mercy to these guards.

[Ding! The Host has killed a "Shingu user" and received a reward: 10 System Points!]

Seeing their leader taken down in an instant, the remaining guards lost their nerve. They were trapped—running meant death, and fighting was just as likely to end the same way. If they had any chance at survival, it was to flee and find a place to hide.

But before they could even make a decision, Blayn was already upon them...

Moments later, nearly every guard had been slain.

As Blayn prepared to finish off the last remaining one, who lay on the ground, gravely injured, the man still tried to threaten him.

"Lord Bull is one of the Prime Minister's men! Do you have any idea what will happen if you kill him?!"

Blayn replied coldly, "Funny. It just so happens that I want to kill the Prime Minister's lapdogs."

Under the guard's despairing gaze, Blayn swung the hilt of his sword down.

...

After Blayn finished off the guards, Kurome and the others had also dealt with the ones outside.

Before long, they regrouped with Blayn in the lobby.

As soon as they entered, they were met with the sight of corpses scattered across the floor and two suited men still clinging to life. And then, there was the man wearing a tiger-skin mask.

Though his build and Red Cloud Robe made it obvious that it was Blayn, Mine still couldn't help but comment, "You're wearing another weird mask. And it's different from the last one. I get that assassins wearing masks is normal, but you sure have a lot of them."

Blayn casually removed the mask and replied, "I just wear whatever."

"Looks like you've taken care of the guards here too. What about those two? You're not going to deal with them? One of them should be Bull, right?" Mine asked, eyeing the two wounded men. Their attire alone made it clear they held higher status than ordinary guards.

"Yeah, it's this guy."

Blayn finally grabbed Bull, whose face had been buried in the table, and lifted him up by the back of his collar. "I still have a use for him, so I didn't kill him yet."

Bull's face was a mess—covered in blood, his features unrecognizable, and several teeth missing. It was hard to tell if he was playing dead or actually unconscious, but it didn't really matter.

"What do you need him for?" Mine asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon," Blayn replied.

Then, his tone turned icy as he addressed Bull. "Keep playing dead, and I'll make sure you actually die."

He had already noticed Bull's eyelashes twitching unnaturally. The guy was obviously faking it—impressive, considering the state he was in. Despite his injuries, he had endured without making a sound. The other man, a drug dealer, was the only one truly unconscious.

At Blayn's threat, Bull's eyes snapped open in fear.

"Talk. Where's all your money?" Blayn demanded.

"In... in the vault..."

With his life on the line, Bull didn't dare hold back and confessed immediately.

They arrived at the vault doors, where Blayn used Bull's key to unlock the heavy, reinforced entrance. Inside, they were met with the sight of countless gold coins piled high across the floor.

For a mid-level official, this kind of wealth was absurd. It was clear how deep his corruption ran, and no doubt a large portion of it came from protecting drug traffickers.

"Just how much did this bastard steal...?" Mine muttered, feeling a chill at the sheer scale of it.

"Get some people to load it into sacks and haul it away," Blayn said flatly.

There were still plenty of servants left alive in Bull's mansion—innocent workers who had nothing to do with his crimes. They could help, and in return, they'd be rewarded with a share of the gold, effectively freeing them from servitude.

As expected, many of them were more than willing to assist.

One sack after another, the gold was packed up and loaded onto carts.

Blayn then grabbed Bull and the unconscious drug dealer as if they were nothing more than dead weight and casually tossed them onto one of the carts. He wasn't the least bit worried about them escaping—it was impossible under his watch.

Mine and the others followed behind, but even Seryu and Kurome weren't entirely sure what Blayn's intentions were.

What was he planning with all of this?

"Oh, right. If you have masks, wear them. Or keep your distance from me—unless you want your identities exposed. I don't really care either way," Blayn suddenly reminded Mine and Sheele.

"In that case, we'll stay back and observe," Sheele said, pulling up the hood of her cloak.

"Fine..." Mine muttered, following suit.

Blayn then made his way toward a bustling night market. At this hour, the place was packed with people.

Up ahead, there was a stage where a group of dancers was performing.

"Excuse me, I need to borrow this venue," Blayn said, tossing a bag of gold coins to the stage manager—a man in a top hat.

The manager looked momentarily stunned, but when he opened the bag and saw its contents, his eyes widened in shock.

It was a small bag, but it was filled with gold coins—not copper or silver, but pure gold.

"No problem! No problem at all! Please, do as you like!" the stage manager said eagerly, bowing with utmost respect.

He then shot a glance at the dancers, signaling for them to clear the stage immediately.

Meanwhile, the gathered audience was left utterly confused.

What was going on? Was this some kind of impromptu performance?

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