Editing Sorcery Hacker:Volume1 Phase2 (section)

===Part 12===

Henrietta Split Destrius had sensed an odd change to the “flow” of events. The Sorcery Hackers had supposedly been running from the peacekeeping knights, so she doubted they would charge right into the knights’ formation for no reason. Most likely, some third party had intentionally intervened. And that Striker with a blonde braid, dark gray protector armor, and a tight miniskirt was not careless enough to assume the enemy of their enemy was their friend.

But whatever their circumstances, these people here were undoubtedly sorcery criminals.

Also, it was highly likely they were a vigilante group that had fought some other criminals in the fire town and vaporized their opponents with high-power magic.

(This is wrong of me.)

The weight of the large sorcery gun at her hip felt comforting to Henrietta right now.

(I should not be finding comfort in a tool of killing. A Striker’s focus should be on compassion and decorum.)

Her father had been unable to die in battle.

With the world at peace, the royals and nobles had held parties on a daily or nightly basis, so their lives were taken by excessive alcohol and salty meat dishes instead of an enemy’s blade. Her father had been a simple and honest warrior, so he must not have been able to keep up with those machiavellian people who had nothing but soft fangs in their mouths. She had been unable to look at her father in those final days when the stress and lifestyle diseases had left him bedridden. He had passed away while deliriously insisting he wanted to die in battle and that he wanted to take a blade for someone.

She had been unable to grant him his wish.

But after succeeding him as a very young head of the family, Henrietta had chosen to carry their family’s honor by placing herself in the dangerous sorts of duties he had always aspired to.

The title of knight had been stolen by those filthy white hat hackers and she had instead taken the temporary title of Striker that did not have any history behind it, but that was fine with her.

What she had to do remained the same.

She had a body to use and an enemy to defeat, so if this would protect the people and the king’s honor, nothing would delight her more.

“Striker Destrius.”

“Stay focused, Solder Shadelose.”

She slowly exhaled while viewing her target.

“Just do this like we always do.”