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Dalerus opened the door of a specific shop which he was told to reach for emergency situations. Usually Ursa searches for and finds him, it rarely goes the other way around.

But since Dalerus is a big part of this depopulation project, he was told about her 'work location' by the lady in charge herself.

Calmly walking in to avoid attention from passersby and or Guards, Dalerus found himself in a scene that no good soul would have wished to walk upon.

It shattered his heart and damaged pride more than the naked eye can see.

"Pow!"

Was heard throughout the shop the moment he opened the door.

Point is, no one smacked a face cheek.

That pervert of a shop owner smacked Ursa's ass, who knows how long he has waited for that moment! Expecting her to react nicely to it, expecting a treat afterwards and perhaps co-operation too, common from such a dirty minded person.

Both of them did not notice Dalerus walking in, the shop owner was too concentrated on Ursa's buttocks, while the lady herself was plotting his death, in a way paying all of her attention to the shop owner.

But what got Dalerus shocked was the calmness in the rich lady's posture. Recalling her overall attitude, Ursa would be ripping this pervert's throat off right about now with bare hands but yet silence filled the room.

Which no doubt made that perverted fool think that she liked it and started waiting for more, letting his Guard down as a side effect.

"Hey bastard." Yelled Dalerus breaking the uncomfortable silence, walked into the shop and shut the door.

Pulling out a quality Iron dagger, bashing it through the door's casing which would prevent anyone from the outside to walk in.

The only way for that door to be opened from the inside now, is for an adult to charge towards it with full strength.

"You.." Whispered Ursa under her breath, fearing that he will do something stupid which might slow down the project, such as dragging too much attention in the shop or a possible arrest.

What the shop owner did was humanely unacceptable but still something expected by her far before time.

The only thing that's hurting the lady is the fact that the shop owner is still alive and that a longer task will follow thanks to him.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Yelled out the shop owner, firmly believing the fact that he didn't do anything wrong.

Since Dalerus bashed his dagger through the door's casing, the shop owner felt sure that this man isn't an assassin but yet again who would assassinate someone who owns just a small shop?

A woman who might have suffered the same sexual abuse? maybe.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect a woman's personal space?" Urged Dalerus under a low but tense tone, cracking his knuckles as he walked towards the shop owner closer.

"Oh, now he knows how to keep a low tone?" Thought Ursa but didn't utter a single word, liking that approach a tad bit.

Understanding more about what the case is about, the shop owner started feeling a bit more nervous but refused to show his fear.

Apart from that, he stood tall for what he believes in. "What will happen if I don't."

Slice!

The shop owner received a sudden cut.

Nowhere where the damage would be healable either.

No no, his throat was slit in a blink of an eye.

At least it won't attract many Guards due to all of the commotion that could be caused from a typical fist fight, this method of dealing with a problem is far more... quiet.

Thing is, Dalerus didn't cut this perverted man's throat. Ursa did.

"Did he die?" Took Dalerus a few careful steps forward. Not guarding himself from the dying man, but from Ursa.

He is glad to see the lady's edgy attitude again but what she did seems too dark, even for this fine individual. Apart from her attitude, she wasn't this big of a threat to anyone before.

"Don't make a scene over it." Toying with the knife on her left hand and the right palm placed above the transaction table, leaning her body just a little bit to the right.

Continuing with a tone that excuses murder, casual at best, Ursa adds. "He should have died long ago but it would have slowed down my plans."

"Maybe but..." Still looking at the dead man with disgust and Ursa waiting for his word too, Dalerus proceeds to say. "I wanted to do it!"

"Oh and that's why you nailed your only weapon to the door?" the lady replied, joking around no doubt and surprisingly in a good mood for a murderer.

Perhaps speaking out a sentence that can finally help these two click, Dalerus explains."I wanted him to suffer longer."

Lifting her left eyebrow in confusion, she proceeds to ask. "What for?"

Afterwards the fine woman lifted herself off the transaction table and gently wiped the blood off her hand with a handkerchief. "Do you know him?"

Not knowing how to put this into word, he stretches. "No but..."

Giving out a light smile, she asks. "But?"

Hesitating at first, the man replies under a lower, less confident tone. "He touched you."

He wanted to prevent such tragedy from ever happening but at least this fine individual can protect herself extraordinarily well.

"Oh so that's what you think?" Ursa thought to herself, feeling warm about the care received, almost to the point of forgetting about the dead man under the table.

"I don't need your protection Dalerus." Still she keeps a strong independable posture, although feeling appreciative towards Dalerus even if she didn't exactly make that clear to the well intended man.

"Well... clearly!" Answered Dalerus as he bent forwards, keeping his hands over the table where transactions are made and got a better view upon the dead body.

Such quick and easy death, that sexual attacker couldn't have made it far with the sudden speedy suffocation. "What do we do now?"

"Well his death was planned for after 3 months, when we are done with this whole project. But him dying now doesn't intervene with my plans if we don't let it." Being stunned by her confidence, It felt like a melody in his ears even though they were consulting murder.

"I see." Lifting his head up while still leaning, he came to an interesting realization.

He is only a foot away from Ursa, to the point where his head could meet her belly if a sudden shift was to happen such as slipping because of leaning forward too much.

Seeing the fate of the man who got too close, he gently moved away even though tad enjoying the view.

Ursa is no doubt physically fit, likely trained for years to attain any skill level she is at, more than qualified to be an assassin.

He could spot the lady's toned stomach even though she's wearing a baggy, low quality torso over it, a grey torso which reached half way down to her knees.

He coughed in embarrassment trying to put that scene behind and queries, "So what do we do with the body?"

What Ursa managed to filter out is something uncommon for a man in these ages.

He wasn't exactly scanning her entire body when they were a foot apart, not to mention trying anything like this dead pervert. Even when after realizing that he was too close, a quick glance of the situation made the man back off, respecting space.

Furthermore, he mostly glanced upon her face when they talked, instead of getting 'distracted'.

Trained to handle such situations of murder, Ursa casually pitches. "We will stuff it down the basement for now and dump it down the river at night."

"What if a family member comes and asks for this retard before that? He does have a wife, right?" Although perceptive, it's just the root of paranoia.

He is used to dealing and not killing, prefers to stay out of trouble while earning this coin.

Wearing a bad mood, the fine lady replies with. "Unfortunately he does but that poor soul is used to her husband not coming home before midnight."

Confused with where she is getting at with this, Dalerus puzzles. "So?"

Tad pissed how he isn't catching up, Ursa swiftly speaks. "So if his wife comes here, we will say that moron left early and let us close the shop."

Liking the thought, Dalerus accidentally says it out loud. "Us?"

"Yes." Although feeling awkward and tad shy about this. Shy towards a man even though she didn't make a big deal of the murder, "You will stay here with me."

"Um... sure." He replied, feeling even more embarrassed than Ursa. "But won't it be suspicious if a stranger appears in front of his wife? I doubt that I know her."

"No, tell her that you are temporarily in charge here. Left to guard the shop." Hesitating a little bit at first, she proceeds to add. "And protect the assistant."

Afterwards a light blush was forced on her cheeks even though the lady's face remained as stiff and angry like always.

"Is this a provocation?" He thought but felt rather nervous to ask! "Ummm. Since you insist, I will stay here and Guard you."

Trying to make one thing clear, she repeats. "I don't need Gu..."

"You don't need it, I know." He interrupted this time without hesitation. "It's complicated to explain but I don't mind staying here."

"Is that so?" Ursa asked while sitting on a chair very near the dead body and playing with the oddly formed knife on her hand. It is so thin that one would think it was specifically designed to slit throats.

But, if she is to stay alone for a few hours with a man who clearly has a fancy, some rules have to be set straight. "If I catch you peeking at my ass, I won't be cutting throats this time!"

Dalerus' face forced red in embarrassment, raising hands in front of himself and waving them rapidly from the left to the right, repeating. "No no no no."

Wiping the sweat off his forehead and after explaining. "I'm not about that, you are safe."