"Oops. All you have to do is wait for him."
The man, who had finished tying Aria to the chair, sat down to his desk to breathe.
It was a pretty worn out desk, but the man's weight seems to have a critical supporting strength.
The only decent piece of furniture in this room has been used for Aria.
(Dude... you're not gonna wait till I get back...?)
"Hold on, I didn't know these kids were after my brother. If I grew up as an assassin, I think it would be a pretty good line... tough on boulders."
To the man's soliloquy, Aria was simply uncomfortable.
A major reason is that it must endure in this state for a long time.
If that is the case, it is possible to escape in an instant such as this degree of restraint.
And what it does is the moment a man appears to be an assassin.
"Lady, are you still asleep?
"... it just happened."
"- Heh, you wake up fast. It's incredibly fast if you don't train from time to time."
Aria swallows the word "not fainted" from the beginning.
Apparently, the man mistakes Aria for a peer-to-peer existence.
More favorable emotions could be read from the face than when we first met.
"Maybe your daughter was also born as an assassin?
"... um"
Aria dares to get on with the man's story as one bet.
I don't know how I'm going to fall, but when I looked at the man, this answer seemed handy.
The fact that a man bothers to ask questions is likely to mean he wants it to be so somewhere in his mind.
Aria, which is totally unpredictable, such as human feelings, but this psychology was the same for both humans and demons.
"Right! I knew I was. A normal woman can't come in an alley like this. Thinking about it, the guy who raised your daughter is pretty good at it."
……
"Oh, I'm called Pete. Where's your daughter?
"Aria."
Obviously rapped Pete.
As Aria reads, I am delighted that I am a colleague.
I don't know what kind of profession it is to be an assassin, but apparently it's a profession with a high sense of fellowship.
"Aria, right. Why don't you tell me your master's name?
(No, I don't... should I answer properly?)
"- Well, isn't there an answer? Sounds like you know the basics."
Pete re-sits at his desk like he was impressed.
In its head, it was filled with things about Aria.
An assassin of a child has endless uses.
You basically can't do anything like buy it, so you only have two choices: take it away or grow it yourself.
Like this one, the pattern coming from me could also be described as a miracle.
"My lady. Keep it up, you could get killed. You know that, don't you?
"Uhm."
"But if you want to be one of us, you can help him. Live smart."
"You got it."
Especially Aria without worries.
I matched Pete's story to the end.
The ultimate goal now is to protect Bern by killing the original assassin.
If you can make it easier in the process, there's absolutely no room to get lost.
"- Huff, that's funny. Only my brother."
(… the two of us. Looks like you were pretty confident you were going after the queen alone. Bad luck.)
Aria turns her pity gaze to Pete.
I'd like to get out of this pain quickly, but I'll add a step-by-step question.
"When are you coming back with your brother?
"You don't know that unless you ask your brother. Just be rude."
"... ha"
Aria's battle was only to last a little longer.