Why Was It So Complicated?

A small wooden boat, no more than five or six meters long and carrying two men and three women, was pulled by four giant birds along a thick rope, speeding past the snow-capped mountains below.

Melard looked up at the azure sky, then down at the majestic, silvery- White Mountain below, a delightful, charming smile always on her face.

This stunningly beautiful 'Shinigami' has finally changed into a winter outfit that's not so sexy, but still can't completely hide her slender figure.

She felt she was quite lucky.

Because along the way, we did not encounter any severe Blizzard, or even strong winds.

"Lord Melard, the target location is just three more snow-capped mountains away, what do you think?"

Daniel, the butler, whose hair and beard were white but neatly arranged, approached and asked softly, dressed in an exquisite suit.

Behind him followed two charming maids dressed in black and white dresses, their demeanor humble and graceful; they were Gilbert and Casandora.

They were actually assassins for 'Oarburgh,' but their main job was to serve Melard's daily needs.

"Land now. I'll handle the rest myself. You all wait here for three days as planned. If I haven't returned by Empress, you can send word of my death to the Imperial Capital."

"OK."

These people could remain calm and natural whether discussing or facing death, and because of this, they were also ruthless and decisive when it came to causing death.

A few minutes later, the spacecraft landed safely on a leeward hillside.

Once Melard's figure quickly disappeared from sight, Daniel, the butler, began to set up the white tent that had been prepared in advance, with Gilbert and Cassandra in tow.

The next day, near dusk.

Melard finally spotted a patrol of soldiers in black on snowmobiles and also discovered several sentries hidden in the trees or under the snow.

The following process, naturally, involved her superb infiltration skills, allowing her to pass through layers of guards and several large 'snail' creatures dressed in winter clothes and moving slowly without any danger.

Melard naturally didn't know what Den Den Mushi was, but noticing the two large eyes scanning back and forth, he carefully avoided their gaze.

However, one thing is very strange: among both the patrol teams and the guards, there are officers who have Awakening Observation Haki to varying degrees.

Yet none of them noticed Melard, allowing her to successfully infiltrate the camp base in the valley.

"As expected, Mordai wasn't imprisoned in this building, but Najenda used the 'Hexagram Tortoiseshell' method to pinpoint her location here."

Melard hid in a corner, thoughtfully watching the black-clad soldiers walk past him or around him.

"So there are only two possibilities: either there's a more secluded place, like an underground space used for imprisonment, or he was taken there!"

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the white building in the distance.

Whenever its gates open to the left or right, twenty or thirty soldiers in black Heavy Motorcycle, occasionally mixed in with a few figures in black suits or white coats.

Certainly.

Melard had no idea what a motorcycle was; to her it was just a strange alchemical or mechanical vehicle.

"Space Gate, huh? Something like a 'Dimensional Array' —a spatial Teigu? I don't know which faction these people belong to, but they've certainly created something extraordinary."

A smile played on Melard's lips as she secretly pondered. She suddenly wanted to try entering the white building; perhaps she could steal the 'Space Gate'?

As for Mordai, it would be great to find it, but we won't be too insistent on not finding it.

But now a problem is facing her.

How do I get in?

I can only conceal my aura, not make my body completely invisible. It's impossible for me to remain undetected in such a small space.

How about we secretly take out one of the soldiers and then switch into their uniform?

But after observing for so long, she didn't see any soldiers go in; instead, squads of soldiers came out of the inside.

About twenty minutes later.

Melard finally noticed some people wearing black coats with two figures resembling gods Wano Script writing on them, who seemed to be able to freely enter and exit the white building.

Perhaps I could disguise myself as one of them?

As for those figures whose physiques and heights were comparable to those of the Imperial Fist Temple's Zhu Tian, it wasn't a problem for her; she was also very skilled in controlling her Physical Arts.

The key is how to kill someone silently and without being detected in a short period of time?

A moment later.

With an idea in mind, Melard once again acted silently. At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and lights began to appear one after another in the valley.

Before long, she found a small building that looked similar to the other buildings, but most of the people coming in and out were wearing black coats.

Through careful observation, I felt that this should be the dormitory of those officers.

For the next few hours, Melard patiently lay in wait, watching as darkness gradually fell.

This process was actually quite uncomfortable because the outside temperature was very low, and there was wind and snow blowing from time to time. Even though she was wearing winter clothes, she was still very cold.

But as the empire's most powerful assassin, his willpower must be extraordinary.

Finally.

As night fell, Melard infiltrated the target building.

A few minutes later, a figure who looked to be at least 1.9 meters tall, dressed in a full black military uniform, leather boots and an overcoat, with half of his face covered by a black top hat, walked out.

This person was none other than Melard.

However, she did not kill anyone after entering. Instead, she used a spray that she brought with her, enough to put a Level 1 Danger Beasts, the 'Horned Dragon,' into a deep sleep for ten hours, causing someone who was already sleeping in a room on the second floor to fall into a deep sleep.

It wasn't that she was soft-hearted, but rather that she was worried about the possibility of unforeseen consequences from killing someone.

As for his current tall stature, it's because for the Physical Arts of the Imperial Fist Temple, making people's bodies smaller or Dadu is extremely easy.

Although this Physical Arts is a secret skill, as the leader of 'Oarburgh', she is naturally qualified to come into contact with and practice it.

Perhaps because it was nighttime, there were few people on the streets of the base. The occasional patrols that came into contact with her would simply salute and leave silently after seeing the coat she was wearing.

And so, under the watchful eyes of four guards, Menard slowly walked into the automatically opening electric gate.

Sudden.

When the gate closed again, thick white smoke billowed in from the four corners above, almost making her think she had been exposed.

But reason kept reminding me that it was impossible to be exposed.

Really.

The fumes, which smelled somewhat pungent, did not have any adverse effects on the body.

After passing through two gates and being enveloped in smoke that changed color twice, she finally realized that this should be the normal disinfection process.

So here's the question: why make it so complicated?

With this question in mind, Menard walked out of the third gate, and immediately, a golden tunnel entrance, about twenty meters high and seven or eight meters wide, appeared before her eyes.

"What's going on? Shouldn't it be a portal of light?"