Mage×Family

Mission 2: Locate a Wife

The blood of the guard began to puddle on the carpet of the hotel room, her target immediately cowering behind a couch, shaking in fear. Pathetic, as expected from a traitor.

As soon as she entered the room, the six guards inside all fired at her. She sighed; she was confident she could block bullets from a single or a few points, but from so many angles at once... She had no choice but to use it, but it meant she would need to get out of there quickly.

As the bullets neared her, they were stopped several inches short, bouncing off of a thin glowing wall of magic. Unfortunately, such an action left a magical trace. If anyone had a magical tracking device nearby, she would be spotted. Best if she wrapped this up before it caused more trouble.

One of the guards in the front takes a step back, wide-eyed, "The damned bitch is a mage! St-" His shout was cut off by blood filling his throat, a stiletto having been thrown from the woman, piercing his throat. To the guard's right was his comrade, who met a similar fate.

There's no reason to hold back... My magical signature was already left by the barrier, might as well just use everything I have... Well, everything that's not overkill, that is.

She extended her hands as small gems on the bottom of each of her stilettos began to glow. A millisecond later, the two stilettos launched from the bodies they were stabbed into and flew toward her, both smoothly landing in her hands.

Another guard foolishly tried to rush her, brandishing a knife as she swiftly sliced his wrist with her left stiletto, blood gushing out as she stepped to the side, piercing his throat with a single thrust of the stiletto in her right, leaving the guard dead as he collapsed onto the floor.

The guard left immediately in front of her raised his pistol, hand shaking in fear as she threw her stiletto again, throwing it through the pistol, breaking it as it lodged itself through his right arm from the sheer force behind it. Before he could react, her other stiletto had already been thrown straight through his skull.

There were only two guards remaining now, both were firing at her relentlessly. Her barrier kept them off, but the sounds of their pistols, even if silenced, were still likely to attract unwanted attention.

Not bothering to grab her weapons, she dashed at both of them, a single fist slamming both of their stomachs each. However, it wasn't the fists that killed them, but a glowing blade that seemingly extended from each, piercing straight through their hearts.

They both fell to the floor, staining the carpet with a fresh red paint as she pulled her stilettos back towards her as she slowly approached the target, sitting in a personal puddle of his own making as he looked up with terror.

"S-Surely we can make a deal... W-What do you want? M-Money?! I-I-Influence?! I-I can do that! I-I can give you whatever you want!"

The woman stared down at him with an unwavering expression. "Then I want your life."

A stiletto pierced through his neck, and then another through his chest, stabbing through his heart. There was no doubt now, the target was dead.

The woman sighed and let out a groan, "Argh, this was the only good dress I had! Now it's torn and I still have that party on Saturday... I don't even have a date after I told my brother I'd bring one..."

The woman looked down at her dress, torn towards the bottom and stained in a few places by blood. The black color of the dress made the blood hard to spot, but still, it would need to be cleaned. That much she was good at on her own, at least. But she had a party to go to with some coworkers later in the week, so fixing up the dress was essential.