Infinite Gacha System: I Pull SSS-Rank Heroines From Another World Chapter 15: NIGHT VISIT

The lantern had been out for hours. The apartnt sat in the dark, quiet and still, like it knew what was coming and had already made peace with it.

Wobbly was in its spot in the center of the main room floor. Glowing with its faint steady rhythm. Completely at ho.

Then the sensor spell activated.

No sound. Just an internal pull, like a cold hand gripping Theresa’s chest from within. One mont she was under. The next, she was fully awake and utterly still, her body responding to the signal before her mind fully processed it.

She moved through the apartnt with light steps, listening.

The walls settled. The distant city humd. Everything sounded the sa.

But the spell was specific. It didn’t misfire.

She looked toward the courtyard window.

Three shapes moved through it. Professionals. No wasted motion, barely any sound beyond what the environnt produced naturally. The faint scuff of a boot on flagstone. A shadow shifting past the window’s edge.

She crossed toward Dominic’s room in the dark without a sound. Her hand found his shoulder, then moved to cover his mouth in the sa motion. His eyes opened. She held his gaze for a second in the dark.

He read it. Understood it completely.

She moved him to the secret back room. Wobbly, scooped from the main room floor without a whisper, was already at the door. No words passed between any of them. He went without argunt. She set Wobbly inside and looked at Dominic. A single nod passed between them before she closed the door.

She went to the kitchen. Took the knife off the block.

Then she amplified herself.

A concealnt spell layered through, pulling her mana signature and her physical presence and the sound of her breathing inward until she registered as nothing. The sensory expansion followed, her awareness pushing outward through the apartnt like a second set of eyes that mapped surfaces and angles and distances simultaneously in the dark. She knew where the furniture was. She knew where the walls turned. She knew where they were, how they were moving, how fast.

She stepped back from the kitchen into the dark.

And waited.

---

He was the point man.

First through the courtyard gate, then through the entry. B-rank, with enough jobs behind him that the count had stopped being interesting. He moved through unfamiliar spaces the way water moved through a pipe. Natural. Without friction. The dark wasn’t a problem. The silence wasn’t a problem. Unfamiliar layouts resolved themselves under his feet as he moved through them.

Two targets. A boy who’d survived things he shouldn’t have. A girl who’d been seen with him. Neither worth worrying about beyond the standard precaution of numbers. He’d handled worse in smaller spaces with less backup.

He cleared the main room in under thirty seconds. Noted the bedroom door slightly ajar. A shape visible through it, the specific stillness of soone sleeping. He signaled the second man to guard the exit.

He moved toward the bedroom.

Sothing was wrong with the air.

He couldn’t place it. A pressure that didn’t belong in the space. Not a sll or a sound. Just a presence that his instinct registered before his mind caught up. He’d felt it before. On jobs that went sideways in ways that took too long to understand. His body made small adjustnts. Weight shifting back. Grip tightening on the blade. The particular heightened state that ca right before sothing changed.

He was still moving because stopping mid-approach was its own kind of exposure. The wrongness could simply be nothing.

He stabbed where the figure lay.

The blade sank into pillows.

In that instant his senses sharpened. The wrongness was behind him. He started to turn.

A sharp slice. Then the room turned upside down before going completely dark.

---

The second one held the main room.

His job was to guard the door while the point man worked. Standard formation. Clean division. He’d run it a hundred tis.

The count stretched past what it should. Not too unusual. Point n sotis took long. Layouts varied. Targets woke at the wrong mont. He was patient. He waited.

But the silence from inside the apartnt had changed its quality sowhere in the last thirty seconds. It was not the silence of a clean operation running long. It felt like sothing else. An absence where his partner’s presence should be registering at the edges of his awareness.

He waited a couple more seconds.

Then he moved toward the bedroom.

No point man. No movent. The shape still visible through the door, still the sa stillness. Everything exactly as it had been when the point man went in.

The space was empty.

The urgent need to escape filled his mind. His instinct was loud now and he wasn’t dismissing it anymore. His body made decisions his mind hadn’t fully authorized, already turning toward the exit, already calculating the fastest line through the courtyard to the street.

She let him believe he was going to reach it.

The knife found his throat before he could complete his escape.

The apartnt stayed completely silent around it.

---

The last man watched from the courtyard.

A-rank. Oversight and extraction. The most experienced of the three by a margin earned in places considerably more dangerous than a residential street in Caldmore. His job was to watch the tiline and the periter and make quick calls if needed.

But he’d gotten nothing.

Both signals should have co by now. One if the job was done. Another if issues had arisen. The mission was supposed to be clean. In and out. Almost overkill for the target. Yet the silence coming from inside that apartnt was the kind that only occurred when sothing had gone completely wrong.

From years of experience, he could deduce that whatever was in there had handled two operatives without producing a sound audible from the courtyard. He’d stood at this gate the entire ti and heard nothing. Not a body hitting the floor. Not a sign of struggling. Not a single disrupted frequency in the quiet around him.

That was not the capability of the target they’d been paid to kill. That was sothing else. He didn’t have enough information to act on it effectively.

Withdrawal was the correct decision. Report. Reassess with better intelligence before returning.

He turned toward the gate to leave.

She was already between him and it.

Barefoot on the stone. Wearing a nightgown. The kitchen knife held at her side. The concealnt spell was down because there was no reason for it anymore. She was simply standing there, looking at him the way soone looked at the last item on a list they’d been working through.

He was A-rank. He’d felt power from proximity his entire career. He knew what it felt like when soone was operating well above what their appearance suggested. He’d felt it from S-ranks across tables and across battlefields. He’d learned to read the particular weight of it. The way the air around certain people changed.

What he felt right now didn’t have a ceiling he could locate.

He stared at the woman who stood barefoot in front of him holding a kitchen knife and understood in the space of one breath that none of their skill ant anything at all.

It all happened so fast he was dead before finishing the thought.

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She stood in the courtyard and didn’t move imdiately.

The sensor spell swept outward through its full range. The street beyond the gate. The roofline on both sides. The approach angles from the east and south. Every surface and shadow within range confird the sa thing.

Nothing else was coming.

The city outside was quiet. Normal. Completely unaware.

She went back inside. Through the main room. To the back room. She opened the door.

Dominic ca out and looked at her first. She stepped aside without speaking. He moved into the main room.

Two bodies lay against the far wall. The stone around them was clean. No staining. No disruption. The floor exactly as it had been before they’d gone to sleep. He crouched beside the nearest one briefly. Looked at what she’d done. Then stood.

She was behind him, watching him move through it.

He went to the courtyard door. The third one was near the gate where he’d fallen. She hadn’t moved this one yet. He lay on his back on the courtyard stone.

Dominic stood over him for a mont.

"Victor is starting to take things a bit too far," he said.

"So what do you want to do?"

He went quiet for a bit. Then he turned back toward the apartnt. She moved aside to let him through and fell into step beside him as he crossed the courtyard.

Back inside, the lanterns on, he took a proper look at her.

Barefoot. Nightgown. Hair loose. The kitchen knife still in her hand. Completely composed, like she had simply handled what needed handling and was only concerned with what ca next.

He walked toward her and gently cleaned a small bloodstain from her cheek. Their faces close. Her eyes on his. For a mont neither of them looked away, and the air between them felt thicker than the night outside. Then he broke contact and headed for the couch.

Wobbly crossed the main room floor from the back doorway and relocated to its spot in the center of the walking path. It settled there, glowing with its faint steady rhythm, completely unbothered. Like it was any other night.

The system opened quietly.

[HOSTILE ENCOUNTER DEFENDED — HO]

[THREAT LEVEL REGISTERED: B TO A RANK ELIMINATION]

[BOND PASSIVE PROTECTION RECORDED]

[REWARD: 80 GT TOKENS]

[CURRENT GT TOKENS: 280]

He read it. Closed it.

"So what do you want to do with the bodies?" Theresa said.

"I’ll get Frank in the morning," he said. "Early, before we leave."

She looked at him for a mont, understanding the rest of it without needing it to be said. Frank handling the bodies wasn’t just cleanup.

"The mission—"

"Doesn’t change."

She nodded.

That was the full extent of it. No further deliberation. Theresa set the knife on the side table. She looked at her hands for a mont, then at the courtyard window and the dark outside it and the city that had slept through everything.

Dominic sat on the edge of the couch. The apartnt settled around them both.

Wobbly glowed in its spot on the floor.

Outside, the city slept on, completely unaware. The night had several hours left in it. Dominic closed his eyes and drifted off.