Hazure Skill “Kage ga Usui” o Motsu Guild Shokuin ga, Jitsuha Densetsu no Ansatsusha

◆ Lila ◆

"Dear Lily La,"

Roger, who came running down the hallway, kneels down.

The look on Lyla's face earlier in the black cat state looked up, she remembered.

Out of the way, my heart made an unpleasant jump.

In the days of the Demon King's Army, Roger had a similar look to the present when he conveyed his obituary.

Lyla, who had a strange feeling, had given Roger an order in advance to keep an eye on Loran's trends.

"It's a bad situation."

Lyla ran with four legs to the bottom of the 'gate' inside the royal castle.

"Excuse me," caught up Roger lifted Lila's body, putting it on her head.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The man and the assassin who would have been after the brave clashed. Both are currently non-combatant."

"Hurry up."

"Ha"

Coming up to the 'gate' that Roger had pre-installed inside the royal castle, he used his magic to fly to another location.

Uncombatable -?

Lorraine?

Lyla had no idea.

But Loran would have been sure that would happen somewhere.

The atmosphere seeped in the last few days was that of one of my men, who had decided where to die, just before the defeat.

What came was a slum city quite far from the royal castle.

In the decaying house, there are finally flavorful houses such as the one being built.

I can't feel any sign of a human. Did the battle begin and you fled, or were you not there?

But I thought Lyla would be the latter.

Along the way I was guided, I saw Almeria sitting back with the pillars.

"Almeria"

"Dear Lily La, apparently the brave are just losing their minds. The man seemed to observe the battle between the brave and the assassin, waiting for a gap to form"

"... you didn't realize Roger was following you"

"I couldn't seem to afford to pay attention. … that was all they were dealing with"

It was unusual for Roger to praise Ningen honestly.

Listening to the full report, the signs of the battle continue to linger in colour.

"Right there."

Loran makes something like a little black puddle.

I soon found out it was blood.

In the vicinity, there was a woman lying.

"Loran."

He came from Roger and rushed to his side without a flank.

"... oh... Lyla"

It was a facial expression with a sense of weakness as if I had put it all out.

To voices like exhaustion, your complexion is as white as paper.

I bled too much.

"First aid immediately. - Roger!"

"Ha!"

"Wait.... wait. It's not over yet."

Loran is about to get up, eating up his teeth. As if I'd forgotten I'd lost my right arm, trying to grab my right hand to the ground, I fell out of balance.

It was teething that I couldn't lend him my shoulder.

"What do you mean it's not over? It will be a victory."

"Amy and I made a promise"

Lila remembered that it was a name her master often used.

When I looked at her, I had faint breath.

"I think it's my dream to be killed."

"I don't care about that!

Are you hearing me or not, Loran grabs the pillar with his left hand and finally stands up. He wandered his gaze, found his rolling right hand, and untied his gripping palm with a knife in his hand.

"Unilaterally pressed promises, no brother-in-law to fulfill!

With an unreliable foothold, one step, one more step and Loran takes the step.

Lyla went in between the lying woman and Loran.

"Did you say that? In that house in the back of the mountain. He said he was the parent who created me as an assassin."

Oh, I said, Loran's voice was blurred.

Loran doesn't look at me at all. Getting closer again with ghostly footsteps.

"I won't let you kill me..."

I can't even hear the words of restraint.

Because you look like a cat, or you're not even in your sight.

I can't even physically stop that walk.

"Lyla, you have nothing to do with this."

"If you created that as an assassin, it's not irrelevant, etc."

Otherwise, we wouldn't have met.

"At the end of the day, with my hands... that's what I should have wanted"

"What's 'normal' about parent-killing? Huh!

I raised my throat just ripped open.

Bit, a short noise rang from his neck.

"Master Lyrila, the collar..."

When Roger's voice was heard, his vision glistened and the world he could see expanded.

Feeling as clear as if a cramped shackle had been removed, I looked around and it was back to its original appearance.

The collar Loran wore was rolling under his feet.

More than that...

"I don't care who this woman is. But I won't let you kill me with your hands."

"Out of the way, Lyla..."

I held Loran still trying to walk.

The body that had a steel-like core through it became weaker, and anyone in this Loran would have been stopped.

"I can't let you kill me with your own hands until I have precious memories..."

Childhood memories.

Exercise days and upliftments.

Growing up as an assassin.

All of this is the time I've spent with the woman behind me.

"You don't have to kill me anymore. The promise to kill doesn't have to be fulfilled. He's an Alliance employee."

Lyla, who somehow came to tears, hugs her weak Loran even harder.

As he nodded, Loran put his head on Lila's shoulder.

"... oh... I was..."

Right, right, and in Lyla's ear, she snapped small with a faint voice.

"That's enough... you don't have to kill people..."