Chapter 46 Mysticism Asti
"Hmph, a guy even more mysterious than a mystic." Gin snorted, picked up his glass, and took a sip of his drink.
Bourbon's gaze fell on Asti, his eyes darkening slightly.
Besides Gin, the organization's top killer, and Bertrand, the most frequently heard names in the organization are Asti, who is even more mysterious than mysticism.
It is said that no one except the Boss has ever seen his appearance, nor has anyone ever heard his original voice, but he completes all the tasks assigned to him, regardless of their difficulty, in an extremely perfect manner.
His most famous method of completing missions was what the organization members called 'the devil's artwork'.
Each retrieved photograph was a unique but highly recognizable 'work of art' made from the parts of the corpses of the mission targets.
Despite the extremely complex production process of the 'artwork,' there was absolutely no trace of him left behind at the scene.
Besides these, there are also things like 'Satan's Blessing' and 'Hell's Prayer'...
Upon receiving emotional points from everyone, Bertrand's smile was impossible to hide.
"A~S~Ti~"
He skipped and hopped toward Asti, then opened his arms and threw himself into Asti's arms.
Behrfinger caught him and touched his face with his gloved hand. "Oh dear, you haven't grown any taller!"
Bertrand's smile froze, then he quickly released his hand and swung his leg at him.
The latter dodged it with a light leap.
"Can't I even say that?"
With a blank expression, Bertrand pulled a stun gun from his bag.
"Try saying that again!"
Then, the two of them ran and chased each other, circling around the safe house.
Others: ...
He truly is a pervert and a madman.
"Only madmen and perverts can play together..." someone muttered under their breath, but both of them, who were in the middle of a chase, heard it.
They all turned to look at the person who had spoken.
A young boy's innocent voice asked, "Who are you calling a madman?"
A strange, hoarse voice asked, "Who are you calling a pervert?"
Chianti, who accidentally blurted out her true feelings: ...
"One likes to collect human bodies to make specimens, and the other likes to use human tissue to make art. What else could they be but madmen and perverts?" Bourbon added with a smile.
“You’re the madman! Your whole family are madmen! How can a taxidermist be considered madman?!” Bertrand stood with his hands on his hips, pointing a stun gun at Bourbon.
Bechfenger nodded in agreement, “Indeed, how can anything related to art be called perverted?”
"Then you two can switch places, one a pervert and the other a madman," Vermouth, who was drinking nearby, suddenly said with a laugh.
Bertrand clenched his fist and stomped his foot. "And don't call me a pervert! I'm clearly so cute!"
"Don't you think so, you perverted lunatic Asti?" He turned to look at the person next to him.
Behrfinger, who was about to nod, was speechless.
That's bullshit! Don't you know that when you talk about me, you're talking about yourself?!
Bertrand: What does it have to do with me, Bertrand, that you, Behrfinger, are a perverted lunatic?
Having nothing to say, Behringer rolled his eyes slightly under his hat, then casually found a seat and poured himself a drink.
But it was snatched away before I could even pick it up.
Bertrand ran over, glared at him, and shoved an unopened bottle of lemon tea into his hand. "I can't drink, and neither can you!"
This wine seems sweet; I'll try it first, and you can drink it later.
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