Against the Passing Card, and the Fashion Killer Thief

"My name is Rose Oriana."

"Huh? That name sounds familiar. Could it be the name of a princess from some country?"

Kishi touched his chin, trying to recall his memory.

He had an impression of the little blonde girl in front of him, quickly remembering because he had the ability to [never forget].

Isn't this the little girl I saw on the bride's waiting list before?

Her Royal Highness, Princess of the Oriana Kingdom.

But why is this princess in this country? And she's still tied up. This could be a significant diplomatic issue.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me. I was kidnapped by bad people... They said they were going to sell me to someone. I was so scared."

"Is that so? After kidnapping a princess from a country, they secretly fled to the kingdom's border, ready to find an opportunity to sell her. They truly are a group of people who don't regret their death."

Kishi's gaze swept coldly over the dead thieves, regretting letting them die so easily.

Because of his past life, Kishi had a natural hatred for the term "human trafficker." If possible, he truly wanted to kill this scum with his own hands.

"Alright, you're safe now."

"Thank you, thank you. By the way, your swordsmanship just now was truly amazing. It's more beautiful than any swordsmanship I've ever seen!"

"Haha, you're quite perceptive. You deserve to be the princess of an artistic country."

The kidnapped little princess's eyes sparkled. The swordsmanship Kishi had just displayed was so beautiful, it seemed to be the final result of removing all unnecessary things, refining, refining, and refining again.

Rose was mesmerized at first sight and even forgot the fear of being kidnapped.

On the other hand, Kishi was also a little pleased when his proud swordsmanship was praised sincerely and purely. He immediately raised his hand to pat Rose's small head.

"I'll take you back. Your parents, uh... your father, the king, and your mother must be very worried about you. Please pay more attention to your safety in the future. The pain parents feel after losing their children is worse than any torture."

"Yes! I, I will remember!"

Clearly, they were the same age, with Rose maybe a bit older, but in front of the mature Kishi, she was like a little sister.

"By the way, Oriana is quite far. Well, the difference isn't too big. Let's use continuous transfer."

"Please, can you tell me your name?"

"My name? That's a secret. Just think of me as a passing card player."

Kishi said casually, coincidentally wearing a mask. There was no need to announce his identity as Kishi to anyone other than enemies. He was just a golden retriever to the cute little lolita in front of him.

"Here comes the ramen passing by..."

Rose's eyes were sparkling. Fortunately, a child would think it was cool, but an adult would definitely think it was childish.

Then Kishi opened the door to space, and under Rose's surprised gaze, he took the girl and moved continuously.

In less than a few minutes, they arrived at the originally distant country of art, the Kingdom of Oriana.

"That's amazing. This is my official wedding! I'm going to tell my father and mother to introduce you... eh?"

When Rose recovered from the surprise of returning home instantly, she realized that the masked boy beside her had disappeared.

The little Loli stood there blankly.

If it weren't for the swordsmanship still clear in her mind, she might have thought it was just a dream.

"We will definitely meet again. By the way, I have to go back to the palace as soon as possible, and then ask my father to let me learn swordsmanship!"

Today's adventure was too thrilling. It was the most exciting day in her short life. Rose's face turned red with excitement.

...

"Sure enough, the farther the distance, the greater the consumption."

Kishi reopened a space door and returned to the original realm.

If you have not stepped on the land personally, it can only be within the field of vision. On the other hand, if you have been to a place once, you can teleport to it.

The power of space magic is incredible even without considering its actual combat application. The only drawback is that it consumes a lot of magic power.

But this is normal, power comes at a price, but swallowing magic power is already very light, let alone... Kishi has an abundance of magic power now.

"Huh? Why is it gone?"

Suddenly Kishi was stunned.

He originally planned to take away the gold coins and throw them into an orphanage as usual, but he found that all the gold coins exploded by the thieves had disappeared.

Kishi: "...there is..."

He's the old one who licks his bag when someone fights with him!

Just when he was thinking about how to find the culprit.

"Hmph~ Hum hum~ What a big harvest tonight. The thieves in this stronghold have hidden a lot of money. This way, as a powerful person of shadow, I will have more funds. It's great~"

"...It seems there is no need to look for it."

Kishi crossed his arms and looked over.

He saw a young man of the same age dressed in black, with a bag on his head and two holes cut out to expose his eyes, walking out of the thieves' stronghold with a bag of jingling gold coins on his shoulders.

Just like a robber who has just finished a robbery and is about to leave.

"..."

"..."

Kishi's eyes crossed with this man's.

No one spoke.

But in their hearts, they said the same thing.

[This person is really suspicious. He is wandering around in a place like this with a bag/mask in the middle of the night. He must not be a good person.]

So the exchange began with weapons.

*Clang!!!*

The tree branch in Kishi's hand collided with the black sword in the boy's hand.

The terrifying sword pressure caused the surrounding area to clear instantly, and the bodies of the thieves were blown away by the sword wind.

"Oh? He's quite strong!" x2

Kishi and the young man were surprised at the same time. This man's strength was beyond expectation, and he was able to take his own sword.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

"Hmph~ I'm just a fashion killer thief!"

"...I always feel a sense of déjà vu."

Kishi raised his eyebrows. This method of introduction always felt familiar, as if he had just used it a few minutes ago.