[No Hero] 1-5: The young master to protect to the death (part 3)

Solitary Butterfly suddenly stopped and opened her arms high as if she were trying to embrace the sky. Just at this time, the girl fell into her embrace, hard; the impact forced the latter to fall flat onto the ground with the girl on top. The two paths had intersected, but everyone's hearts were yet to settle down…….

The girl was the first to struggle up. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her.

She succeeded!

Seeing this, everyone finally let go of the breath they had been holding--even from inside the news station came the sound of breaths being let go. Almost madly, the news reporter reported, "She caught her, Solitary Butterfly caught the hostage!"

The bodyguards started to cheer. And at the announcement, Tencha dropped to a seat onto the floor, his face coated with sweat.

After the girl stood up, she anxiously looked down at Solitary Butterfly. The latter struggled half upright with obvious difficulty, but she still smiled and reached out to ruffle the girl's hair. Obviously, both of them were safe and unharmed.

"Farewell, heroes!"

A bandit's bellow suddenly came from the news broadcast, but at this time the camera was still focused on the scene with Solitary Butterfly and the girl, so the bandit's actions could not be seen.

[No Hero] 1-5: The young master to protect to the death (part 2)

During this period, I saw the appearance of that black silhouette. He was a man with wings and wore either a mask or visor obscuring his face so that his features couldn't be seen; he was carrying another person at his chest. If I weren't mistaken, it seemed to be a young girl.

No human or non-human would carry a young girl when looking for trouble. That person doesn't have any ill intentions.

After seeing him get hit by the energy beams and fall out of sight, I let go of a long sigh. "Truly regretful."

"What did you say?" Tencha heard what I said and turned around to look at me.

"Nothing." I wavered for a moment, but nonetheless decided not to mention the young girl. Since they've already been shot down, saying anything now would only cause more pain.

"Captain! It's bad!"

 While yelling loudly, a body guard ran in a flurry to Tencha's side, almost stumbling on the way over. He was much younger--judging from his face, he was at most thirty or so old. Although it was unclear whether it was dyed or natural, his hair was a unique light gray color.

And his voice…He seemed to be the one that had just reminded me to go clear the toilets.

Tencha scolded, "What are you panicking about, look at you!"

[No Hero] 1-5: The young master to protect to the death (part 1)

Dear father,

Please watch over your only child from the skies so that I may sooner become a true butler without any change in expression……Not even a zero point zero zero something centimeter change!

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Once the young master went to sleep, I also concluded my simple cleaning and began the truly important work: in order to meet the young master's needs, I often used time at night to search for information about weapon modification on the internet because the textbooks were already not enough.

Recently, the weapon the young master was modifying was a very unique item. He was currently modifying a backpack. No mistake, it was a backpack. Accurately speaking, it was a side backpack made of coffee-colored leather in a very traditional style. Nowadays almost no teenagers would use this type of backpack––apart from my young master.

Regardless if you were looking at it from the side, looking at it from above, picking it up to look at it, or even opening it and looking inside every pocket, the backpack the young master was modifying appeared no different from any traditional backpack. But, as someone who had personally seen the young master modify it, I could not be more clear of the fact that this backpack had absolutely nothing in common with a traditional backpack……apart from the outer appearance being the same.

The biggest difference was that the young master's modified backpack had at least ten different types of weapons inside.

The backpack strap was a long flexible blade that had been wrapped with cloth; the outer buttons were actually two miniature bombs; the side threading on the two sides can be pulled out into two long stakes; from the back a row of thin knives can be pulled out; and on the bottom was a very small handgun.

Opening the backpack, it looked no different from a normal backpack. But, I was very clear that if the black divider inside were opened, it would become a multi-sectioned whip.

The front-most pocket had three different colored pens clipped outside, something all normal students would often do……But, they would not have added two different types of chemicals inside the pen interior so that, if the three liquids were mixed, it would cause a big explosion.

After seeing the young master modify this backpack, I could not help but sigh in admiration. If this backpack went on the market, in this type of unsafe era every parent would probably want to buy one to give to their own child for safety!

But, the young master did not seem to have any intention of putting it on the market. After he had finished modifying it, he put his own textbooks inside, obviously intending to wear it to school the next day……Perhaps the young master's university is much more dangerous than I had thought.