Akame ga Kill: Starting with Dual Kamui-Chapter 114: Love Fighting, Killing, and You the Most

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Chapter 114 - 114: Love Fighting, Killing, and You the Most

Esdeath casually walked through the streets of the Imperial Capital, holding Blayn's arm without the slightest concern for the gazes of passersby.

Blayn had agreed to her request to repay a favor, so he had no intention of going back on his word.

However, he still hadn't officially responded to Esdeath's confession. The reason he accepted being her short-term lover was purely to settle his debt.

His feelings toward this unique and domineering woman were complicated.

She was the embodiment of survival of the fittest, yet at the same time, he could feel the sincerity in her passion.

Especially after confessing to him, she had gone on to crush Saikyuu like an insect—something only a woman like Esdeath could do.

One thing was clear: Esdeath genuinely cared about him, and there was no questioning that.

But Blayn couldn't give her a proper answer just yet. They were on opposite sides of a battlefield.

His plan was simple—fulfill his role as her short-term lover, repay his debt, and then have an honest conversation with her.

If Esdeath was willing to stand by his side, then all would be well.

If not... he would defeat her with his own hands. And given her ideology, she would likely accept it without hesitation.

...

Members of the Akatsuki Organization were always stationed throughout the Imperial Capital, gathering intelligence. Their priority was to monitor key figures, and as the Empire's strongest general, Esdeath was at the top of that list.

The moment she appeared in public, several of them immediately moved to observe her.

They blended in perfectly, disguising themselves as Esdeath's fans and ensuring they emitted no killing intent, making them indistinguishable from ordinary civilians.

But when they arrived at the scene, they were utterly stunned by what they saw.

Their Commander, Blayn, was walking arm in arm with Esdeath—who was smiling sweetly.

This... this was something only couples would do!

When did their Commander and General Esdeath become lovers?!

Completely shaken, they quickly retreated to a discreet corner and began whispering among themselves.

"You all saw that, right? The Commander is that close with General Esdeath?!"

"When did this happen? Are they actually in a real relationship?!"

"But General Esdeath is Minister Honest's strongest general! I bet she's blackmailing the Commander—damn it, that woman is despicable!"

"No matter what's going on, let's wait and see. The Commander will likely notice us. If things take a turn, we'll step in immediately!"

...

After a brief discussion, the Akatsuki members returned to the crowd, keeping a close watch on Blayn and Esdeath.

Worry flickered in their eyes, though they did their best to conceal it.

Even so, Esdeath sensed their concern—something an ordinary person wouldn't have noticed.

She had long grown accustomed to being shadowed by assassins from rebel forces.

However, she was too immersed in her "date" with Blayn to care.

As long as no one interrupted them, she was content.

Blayn, of course, had also noticed his subordinates in the crowd.

He just hoped they wouldn't do anything reckless.

...

To Blayn's surprise, Esdeath hadn't done anything special during their so-called "date."

Was this really a date if all they did was stroll through the streets?

Blayn had assumed Esdeath would take him somewhere to eat, drink, or have fun.

Just then, Esdeath suddenly slowed her pace.

Noticing the change in her movement, Blayn looked ahead and saw a tall, luxurious villa in front of them.

"We're here. Let's go in."

Without hesitation, Esdeath pulled Blayn toward the front door.

It was clear—this was her home, the lavish mansion granted to her by the young Emperor.

"This is your house, isn't it?" Blayn asked.

"Yes," Esdeath replied. "Didn't I say we were on a 'date'?"

"I see..."

Blayn was slightly puzzled. Could a date happen at home?

...

Meanwhile, the Akatsuki Organization members who had been tailing them stopped nearby when they realized this was Esdeath's residence.

They didn't dare follow inside—that would be far too risky.

For now, they could only observe from a distance.

...

In the courtyard, Blayn noticed a variety of plants and flowers, especially the potted ones, which seemed well cared for.

"So, you have an interest in gardening?" he remarked.

"Yes, but they're not for admiration," Esdeath said matter-of-factly. "They're for enhancing pain when I interrogate prisoners."

"Figures... That's exactly your style."

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Blayn couldn't help but comment.

...

Inside the living room, Esdeath poured Blayn a cup of tea.

She wasn't entirely sure how a "date" was supposed to go, but for some reason, simply sitting with Blayn and chatting over tea felt nice.

"Other than fighting and killing, do you seriously have no other interests or hobbies?" Blayn asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

"That's right. I'm terrible at painting, and I don't appreciate music or any of the arts. But now... things might be a little different."

As she spoke, a meaningful smile appeared on Esdeath's lips.

"Hm?"

Blayn thought she had suddenly discovered a new hobby.

"Right now, besides fighting and killing, my hobby... is you."

A faint blush colored Esdeath's cheeks, and her voice carried an unmistakable allure.

Cough!

Blayn had just taken a sip of tea when he heard her words and nearly choked, coughing a few times.

There was no denying it—Esdeath was bold, completely unafraid to say whatever was on her mind.

And this directness suited her perfectly.

The slight redness on her face wasn't from shyness—it was pure devotion.

Blayn felt his own face heat up slightly but maintained his composure.

"To be fair, that doesn't really count as a hobby."

Esdeath crossed her legs and rested her chin on one hand.

"Oh? Then let me rephrase—my favorite things are fighting, killing... and you."

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