DxDanmachi: Voyager of Worlds Ability

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This is Night Raid's assassin? impressive!"

Standing atop the rooftop opposite Chelsea's sleeping quarters, Mellie couldn't help but chuckle softly.

She had observed Chelsea's every move that night with complete clarity.

In fact, when Chelsea was sitting in the corner writing down the intelligence she'd gathered, Mellie was right beside her—propping her chin in her hands and smiling as she watched Chelsea jot down her notes.

"Who would've thought we'd inadvertently let a member of Night Raid slip in?"

"And it's all thanks to Airmid's reminder!"

Recalling Airmid's advice from the previous day, Mellie playfully tapped her forehead.

As someone who could manipulate others' dreams, since moving into the palace, Mellie had been exploring the dreams of its inhabitants night after night.

Through this method, she identified all the "special individuals" hidden within the palace.

Among these were lawbreakers, those with ulterior motives, and even spies sent by other factions.

In short, there was a myriad of characters.

After marking these individuals, Mellie began dealing with them.

Those who broke the law or harbored ill intentions soon disappeared from the palace without a trace.

As for the spies, Mellie kept them under secret surveillance.

Each night, she would wander through their dreams, checking for any changes.

Occasionally, she'd use them to disseminate false information.

Then, she'd round up the officials who were the source of these spies.

Through these methods, Airmid had purged many corrupt officials during the recent governmental reforms.

Subsequently, these spies were expelled from the palace.

After several rounds of screening, any problematic individuals within the palace had been eliminated by Mellie.

Those who remained were either temporarily harmless or useful to her.

And all of them were under her watchful eye.

Gradually, Mellie's nightly dream wanderings extended beyond the palace to the capital itself.

She focused especially on the dreams of government officials.

The intelligence gleaned from their dreams was invaluable to Mellie in her efforts to reform the administration and select suitable personnel.

Especially after the battle a month prior.

Having taken over all military affairs, Mellie's workload had increased significantly.

She needed to understand these individuals' thoughts through their dreams.

As a result, she hadn't delved into the dreams of palace inhabitants outside of those under surveillance for quite some time.

Yesterday morning, after a meeting with Mika, Airmid and Mellie left together. Airmid suggested to Mellie:

"Perhaps it's time you did another sweep of the palace staff."

"Huh? Why's that?" Mellie asked curiously.

Airmid explained seriously, "The grand display Mika made during the recent battle might draw those harboring ill intentions toward the Empire to the capital."

"From previous intelligence, we know the Revolutionary Army possesses a Teigu called Gaea Foundation, which allows the user to freely change their appearance and transform into any creature."

"The wielder is a master assassin within the Revolutionary Army."

"I believe that, given the Revolutionary Army's current constraints, they might send such an assassin to the capital."

"Even if they can't harm us directly, those around us might fall victim to her. It's better to be cautious."

"I understand," Mellie nodded earnestly.

She knew Airmid's concerns well.

After all, they were surrounded by the nation's elite—many of whom fit the criteria for recruitment into their own familia's branches.

As one of the leaders of their familia, Airmid couldn't tolerate her people dying inexplicably at the hands of an assassin.

Moreover, after spending so much time together, they had become "friends."

Who could stand by and watch their friends die?

"After I scan the palace staff, I'll search the capital for any signs of assassins," Mellie said seriously.

"Good."

Airmid nodded slightly.

"As our subordinates, dying honorably in open combat is acceptable."

"But falling to an assassin..."

"I understand," Mellie replied firmly.

She empathized with such feelings.

Assassins—those "backstabbers" as Mika called them—were indeed detestable.

While Night Raid was also an assassination group, their methods involved killing covertly, not true assassination.

It was thanks to Airmid's suggestion that Mellie had, the previous night, quickly scanned the dreams of everyone in the palace.

And that's how she found Chelsea.

"Joining the Revolutionary Army's assassination unit to correct this twisted world, huh?"

"What admirable spirit!"

"But unfortunately, we're on opposing sides now."

Recalling the girl's past she witnessed in the dream, Mellie couldn't help but shake her head.

"How to deal with you depends on Mika."

After standing in place for a moment, Mellie departed.

Now that she'd discovered an assassin infiltrating the palace, the next step was deciding how to handle her.

And she planned to let Mika make that decision.

After all, both she and Mika held favorable impressions of the Revolutionary Army.

There might be those within the army who used the revolution for personal gain.

But Mellie believed that most genuinely embraced revolutionary ideals.

From what she'd seen in Chelsea's dreams—of Night Raid and its members—their shining spirits filled Mellie with joy.

She really liked the people of Night Raid.

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"What's her name again?"

Hearing the name of the assassin Mellie had found in the palace, Mika's heart skipped a beat.

"Her name is Chelsea. Is something wrong?" Mellie asked, puzzled.

"No, nothing's wrong!"

There's a big problem!

Mika thought silently.

Who was Chelsea?

She was the woman who had broken Mika's heart.

When he first watched "Akame ga Kill," Mika had taken a liking to her.

And then she died.

Seeing her head displayed atop a tower had shattered Mika.

He hadn't watched any of the subsequent episodes.

He only learned about the later plot and the manga's storyline through fanfictions and online summaries.

Back then, even the deaths of Sheele and Bulat hadn't impacted him as much as Chelsea's.

"Well, well, the woman who once toyed with my emotions has fallen into my hands!"

Thinking this, Mika couldn't help but smile.

"I'll handle this assassin."

He said with a light laugh, "I've been rather idle lately."

"But..."

Noticing Mellie's hesitant expression, Mika chuckled knowingly, "Don't worry, I'm not an S like Esdeath."

"I won't harm her."

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"Ahh!"

"I wonder if I can get assigned to work in a different area."

"That way, I can gather new intelligence."

In the main corridor of the palace, Chelsea, who had just woken up, was sweeping the floor alongside her roommates.

As she worked, she pondered how to continue gathering information.

After infiltrating the palace, Chelsea found that information about the events from a month ago was surprisingly easy to obtain. It seemed no gag order had been issued.

Over half a month, she had effortlessly filled nearly six pages with intelligence.

But as time passed, she'd exhausted the information sources in her immediate surroundings.

She needed to expand her reach.

However, the palace was a highly restricted place; she couldn't go wherever she pleased.

Lately, Chelsea had been feeling troubled.

How could she continue gathering intel?

"I need to find a way to get promoted. Otherwise, I might never access new sources."

Watching her roommates chat and work cheerfully, Chelsea contemplated.

Currently, because the Emperor was still young, there was no Empress or Consorts in the harem.

As for the Empress Dowager, she had perished alongside the previous Emperor before the current one ascended the throne.

This lack of legitimate leadership in the harem meant there were virtually no promotion opportunities for maids.

"Still, if the Emperor takes a liking to someone, they might instantly become influential in the palace."

Recalling the dreams of many palace maids, Chelsea shook her head.

"What are you thinking, Chelsea? You're here to gather intelligence!"

"But... what if the Emperor does notice me?"

Lost in her thoughts, Chelsea's cheeks flushed.

"What are you thinking, Chelsea!"

A voice suddenly sounded behind her, startling Chelsea.

She turned to see her friend from the dormitory.

Feigning shyness, Chelsea replied, "I wasn't thinking about anything!"

"Oh, if you weren't thinking about anything, why's your face so red?"

"Could it be... you're thinking about a man?"

Hearing her roommate's teasing, Chelsea quickly retorted, "No way! Don't accuse me without reason!"

"Who's accusing you? Your face says it all."

"But I get it. You're so pretty. If the Emperor notices you, you'll soar to the top!"

Gazing at Chelsea's face, the girl sighed.

According to palace rules, any maid selected to serve in the palace had to come from a respectable family and possess an elegant appearance.

Even among elegant appearances, there were differences.

The appearance of the girl Chelsea was impersonating was exceptional, even among the elegant.

Hearing her roommate's sigh, Chelsea couldn't help but recall the face of the maid she was impersonating.

When Bulat had escorted her to the palace, they hadn't seen anyone at the breach point due to unforeseen circumstances.

They had snuck in.

The maid Chelsea was now impersonating was the first one they encountered.

They knocked her out and, before the guards returned to the breach point, smuggled her out.

Chelsea then assumed the maid's identity, seamlessly blending into the palace.

"Noticed by the Emperor? That's impossible!"

"After all, the Emperor is still a child!"

Chelsea shook her head.

"Make way! Step aside! His Majesty is coming!"

Just as Chelsea and her roommate were chatting while working, their supervisor suddenly shouted.

They looked up to see a procession approaching along the main road.

In the current palace, only the Emperor could command such a grand entourage.

Seeing this, the maids quickly moved to the side of the road, standing neatly in a row. They bowed deeply, presenting a respectful posture.

"It's the Emperor!"

Bowing her head, Chelsea stared at the ground, feeling a surge of nervousness.

Since entering the palace, this was her first time encountering the Emperor in person.

Based on her investigations, all intelligence indicated that the current Emperor was no longer the puppet controlled by Minister Honest.

He was a powerful figure capable of defeating both Grand General Budo and General Esdeath together.

Facing such a presence, Chelsea couldn't help but feel anxious.

As she bowed, the footsteps grew closer and louder.

With her head down, Chelsea could only see shoes passing by.

As the entourage moved past, Chelsea began to relax internally.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a calm voice halted the entire procession.

Hearing that voice, Chelsea's heart raced.

Cold sweat broke out on her back.

Her heart nearly leaped into her throat.

"Your Majesty, do you have any orders?"

An attendant quickly stepped forward to inquire.

"That maid—raise your head."

Upon hearing this command, all the maids trembled.

At that moment, not only Chelsea but every maid felt a surge of nervousness.

How they wished the Emperor was referring to them!

But none dared to look up to confirm.

After all, acting without orders was a grave offense in the palace.

"Your Majesty, which one are you referring to?"

Understanding the protocol, the attendant asked respectfully.

With a light smile, Mika pointed directly at Chelsea, hidden among the maids.

How did Mika recognize her, even though he hadn't seen the maid Chelsea was impersonating?

Naturally, it was thanks to his "Transparent World" ability.

Under the gaze of the Transparent World, the true nature of everyone was laid bare before Mika.

Following Mika's indication, the attendant approached Chelsea and said with a smile, "Please raise your head. His Majesty is calling you."

Realizing she was the one being addressed, Chelsea felt a surge of extreme tension.

But her past experiences and superb acting skills allowed her to flawlessly portray the role of a maid chosen by the Emperor.

She lifted her head, meekly looking at Mika.

"What's your name?"

"Alice," she replied.

"Alice? A good name!"

Mika nodded with a gentle smile.

"You're quite exceptional. From today onwards, you'll serve as my personal maid!"

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