BerukaCharlotte

Beruka: Charlotte. There's something I've been meaning to ask you.

Charlotte: ...Wh-what do you want?

Beruka: ...Were you trained as an assassin at some point?

Charlotte: A-an assassin!? Wh-why? Of course I've never done anything like that.

Beruka: Then...if not in the past, were you hired as an assassin recently?

Charlotte: Nonono, I'm not an assassin!

Beruka: ...Hmph, there's no point in lying. My intuition tells me that assassination is your forte. I've seen you countless times - I'm absolutely convinced.

Charlotte: ...S-such as?

Beruka: ...I've seen you move toward the enemy stealthily, then seize his life in an instant. So, so many times...as a fellow assassin, it's fascinating.

Charlotte: ... There must be some kind of misunderstanding. I'm seriously not a hired assassin. I admit you could call me "The Assassin of Love," but...

Beruka: I see. So you use an alias...amazing.

Charlotte: Aaah! Forget I said that! This is a complete, absolute, one hundred percent misunderstanding!

Beruka: Misunderstanding? That's impossible. You really do have impressive "techniques." I'm sure you must be incredibly experienced.

Charlotte: I-I said you misunderstood...

Beruka: You don't need to worry. I won't tell anyone about this. This'll be a secret between the two of us...

Charlotte: No no no no no! W-wait...

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Charlotte: Beruka, please, I need to clear up this misunderstanding. I can't let the men hear this, so I have to deny it completely right now.

Beruka: Then how do you explain your countless assassinations I've witnessed? Were you not approaching those men and seizing their lives with your brilliant methods?

Charlotte: ...N-not really...well, you've seen them, right? Those handsome men among the enemy sometimes...suddenly, I feel like I want them to dote on me. I completely forget I'm in the middle of a battle, and I approach them, acting cute. But then sometimes, they try to get rough with me...so I gently open my eyes...and then I make them face divine retribution. I erase those jerks before they can harm any other girls. And that's all, got it?

Beruka: ... Should I really believe this?

Charlotte: Obviously, you should! Come on and believe it, from the bottom of your heart!

Beruka: ...Fine, then. At least I understand your reasons now. Let's forget about the truth of whether you're a hired assassin or not. Now, what kind of technique do you use to approach the enemy?

Charlotte: Huh?

Beruka: Almost every time, they just let you approach them without the slightest bit of caution. I must know how, for future reference.

Charlotte: I'm not sure I want to tell you, buuut...fine, just this once. Say for example the enemy is a bandit; after the battle starts, I turn my eyes up to him as hard as I can, and I say this: "Ummm~, I'm just a girl from a nearby village~ You know, I really hate those guys over there~ Do you think you could beat them up for me, pleeease? I'll do anything I can to help, teehee!"

Beruka: ...Unorthodox, underhanded methods, indeed. But marvelous, at the same time...

Charlotte: ...R-really? I have some other methods, too. Wanna know? ...It's kinda rare for me to be praised like that. It feels nice.

Beruka: Of course, you have to teach me more.

Charlotte: Then, could you wait for me in the plaza later?

Beruka: Understood. I can't wait to see what other unorthodox skills you have.