My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

It's a terrible shock.

My shadow magic is eating the wind granting magic is raging, so there's still not much damage, but otherwise I wouldn't have done enough for a few elves to fly.

Amelia screams in her arms, not knowing what it is.

I must be screaming about Kirika being slashed because I'm taking all the shocks.

"Kirika! What are you doing to Akira!?

Amelia reaching out to Kirica to see if her memory is confusing.

Sorry, Amelia.

I shrugged so in my heart that I dropped my hand on Amelia's neck.

Embrace Amelia again as she falls in.

I don't have time to explain now.

Besides, I didn't want Amelia to see it.

My sister has set everything up so far, etc.

"Hey, Kirica Rose Quartz. Why is your sword crying so much?

That's what I asked Kirica after I made sure Amelia fell.

It's a question I've been feeling ever since I crossed my sword in a duel.

Captain Saran said the sword carries all the emotions of the wielder on it.

At first I wondered what it was about, this guy finally went crazy, but I finally figured it out.

We encountered a man-shaped demon using a sword as a weapon on about sixty levels of the labyrinth.

Because my body was rotten everywhere, it would be Rich or something.

While I was crossing swords with them, their thoughts passed through the sword.

The demons didn't think anything of it, they just thought they had a killing urge, but they didn't.

Sure, most would only think about murder.

But some of those feelings did say, 'I want to live'.

When Rich the Immortal says he wants to live, I'm sure he means he wants to go back to being human.

Anyway, the sword conveys emotions that you're not even aware of.

"Kirika, what are you crying about?

Push in the impending and use force moves to get distance.

Kirika was blown away but landed in the air without a hand.

A vain blue eye looks at me.

Kirika's face was distorted.

"Am I crying? Sleeping is not what you say while you open it. See, I'm not laughing properly"

Oh, is that a smile?

Are you going to smile?

It didn't look that way to me.

"Hey, did you hate Amelia?

"Hate?"

When I ask, Kirika leans down.

Only then did the disenchanted, including the king, stop running away and listen to my conversation with Kirika.

I lay Amelia away for now.

Kirica knows that and she's not attacking.

"You must have decided to hate"

"Isn't that because Amelia's an abomination?

When I said that, Kirika was slaughtered again.

But now the magic isn't even activated because of the emotional disturbance, it's just a slaughter.

Of course, take it with great care so that Amelia behind you doesn't even have one of the winds.

Kirika's eyes staring at me were more vain than before.

"Abominable child? Such a legacy, it's a trick. Sure, they used to talk about that a long time ago, and one crack, which is an abomination, was killed, but it was abolished from the days of the late Hii grandfather. Because disaster and they never showed up. Besides, the Elves are hard to have children. It must have been a shame to kill a precious child with vague inheritance or something."

That's what Kirika said and drew her sword.

Those eyes look at Amelia lying down.

"Oh, beautiful sister. He was born with hair and eye colors that neither appeared in the Elves nor in the High Elves. Just seconds before me."

Kirika looked at me again.

Fire dwelt in his vain eyes.

"You won't understand. Until hundreds of years ago, legendary vocations appeared to those discriminated against as abominations, festivities raising the continent. My sister, I'm just a grant magician. There's no reason to be a godson."

All along, the inferiority and jealousy that had accumulated eventually exploded.

I see the king's surprised face at the edge of my sight.

Apparently, it's the first ear at all.

I admire your acting skills, which didn't even enlighten the flesh parents perfectly.

"You don't get it. For you and your sister! Everyone loved you and recognized that you were there, and you've lived there before!

Finally, the mask of the act, which was an iron wall, peels off.

Kirika, who had grown up before, was crying like a young child.

"I am your sister's accessory. Nobody understands my efforts. I've decided what to say, Mr. Boulder. Most people didn't remember my name. No matter how much you polish your sword, you work hard to protect your sister, genius only seems amazing!

I approached Kirika step by step.

Crying, Kirika is slashed with a messy move.

I took it myself without taking it.

I saw it. The field grows.

"Not for your sister! I did it for me! To get you to recognize me! I polished my sword, which is only as talented as the rest of my people! Yet! I am not a genius!!

A heavily powerless sword thinly chops my body.

Endurance was also like a monster. My body was barely damaged and the blade stopped without reaching my muscles enough to rip my skin a little.

Instead, Kirica's sword was more damaged, and finally her body broke peckingly.

I'll take the sword, which is only a pattern.

"I, I... Everything was taken from you by your sister, and the only one who recognized my efforts, Liam, was also taken by your sister's fiancée. That's why I took everything I was deprived of from your sister by raising my level of charm. Take Master Liam, take your father to your side, and take the time to fascinate all the Elves to betray your sister. I'm not going to kill you, just think that your sister would like me to taste the same thought.... No, I let him shoot an arrow, thinking I should be dead. Yet the arrows did not arrive, the charm was lifted, nor did the only swordsmanship I was proud of reach you."

I sat on the spot with Kirika.

I stroked Kirica's head like I always do Amelia.

Amelia will surely forgive me.

Anyway, she's Amelia's proud sister.

"Hey Kirika, let's talk a little back in the day."

"Once upon a time, talk? Is it now?"

"It has to be now."

It was time to look up at the darkening sky and I smiled.

"In a certain elf country the son was born a princess. And as a twin sister."

Kirika quietly opened her eyes.

Well, you see.

I'm not good at trying not to understand these stories.

But Kirika needs to hear it right.

And the outfielders under the platform.

Amelia seemed to have regained consciousness by the time Kirika's mask peeled off, and she would leave it to me to say she hadn't gotten up before.

"The twins looked just like each other, but their hair and eyes were completely different in color.

I spoke slowly.

─ ─

My sister's name is Amelia.

My sister said Kirika.

The two were beautiful enough to be at the top of both the elf tribe of beautiful men and women, among the high elves of history, my sister was to study, and my sister excelled in martial arts.

But the two of them had another difference besides their appearance.

That's a profession.

The vocation of my sister, the Divine Son, as his name suggests, is the Son of God.

Being alone made everything move as she thought, and again she had infinite magic. And just the bow, but he also had talent for martial arts.

By contrast, a granting magician whose sister is rare but not very rare.

At this time, as yet, the Elves were neither meritocratic nor, because of their peace-loving species, the difference in the rarity of their profession was not an issue.

In it, the incident took place.

Kirica got away with being held by her father, the King, and I know you barely remember her because she was a child, but Amelia remembered it all.

That was about seven years after the birth of the twins.

Demons overflowed from the labyrinth on the Elves' territory.

The cause is that my sister accidentally sprinkled food calling in demons during her workouts in the labyrinth.

The Elf Territory Labyrinth was great for tricks and workouts because there are only demons with little effect but physical attacks as opposed to the Labyrinth in the People's Territory.

Calling demons is also an elf tribe.

The problem was the amount.

My sister has sprinkled ten times as much bait as normal.

Of course, no offense to my sister.

Daiwa, when I could do more because I could defeat the demon by myself, I guess I acted like a child without thinking about it.

At that time, the point of arrival of the Elf Territorial Labyrinth was seventy-three levels.

But because of the sprinklers, even the demons that would have stayed deeper than that were called upon.

Not a few dozen of them either. Hundreds or thousands.

The king immediately evacuated the non-combatants.

A crusader was formed and many elves died.

In the meantime, my sister, who was supposed to have been evacuated, came and used magic generation to say gravitational magic, using magic that was only an ancient legend to sweep away demons that were supposed to have little effect on magic attacks.

Plus a few days later, resuscitate the dead with resuscitation magic.

Substantial elf side damage was reduced to zero, and people thanked and worshipped their sister.

Not knowing what she had done and what a tragedy she was, her sister suddenly felt inferior to her revered sister.

The truth was that the events were supposed to be wiped out of people's heads and weathered safely as they were.

But hundreds of years from now, there will be another case.

That was the arrival of a bard in the Elf Territory.

Once again the case was exposed to the public because of the bard who wanted to hear the old story, and on top of that, all the elves knew that the cause was their sister.

Though the dead were not fortunate, some could no longer fight remembering the moment of death or had missing limbs.

No one knows what to do better than those driven by fear.

Maybe my sister's body will be in danger.

There is one action taken by a king who loves his daughter.

It was to erase the memory of my compatriots with the extra skills I had.

Kirika's presence completely disappeared from people's memories without even being informed by her sister.

Only my sister and the king remember everything.

Kirica's presence was erased from among the people, and the Kirica herself, who was not informed of it, was suddenly ignored by her compatriots.

... No, I'm now being treated as a stranger.

─ ─

This is the truth.

Actually, I was hearing this story from Amelia when I was in the labyrinth.

At that time I thought it was a fabrication, but since I came to Elf territory it has become more realistic, and this story itself reminded me of when Kirika was screaming.

This was the identity of the discomfort I had felt since I came to the Elves.

"Why, why didn't your father tell me..."

As the story was too long and the stars were blinking overhead, Kirika groaned in a potpout.

Soon the king sits next to Kirica and looks up at the stars.

Amelia is next to me, and the other elves are looking up at the stars in their thoughts.

Dazzling starry skies, not starry skies that you can't see much with the dirt of the air such as Japan.

"There are two reasons. One thing I just said, you don't remember anything, just the wrong amount of sprinklers. I didn't confirm it, because it was the fault of Kirica's squire at the time. The second, even though you're not bad, doesn't change that you killed your countrymen. I didn't think you could accept that. [M]

Of course, the king was going to tell him someday.

Even Amelia and Kirica today are the same babies for high elves who live almost infinitely as long as they are concerned about illness and death at war.

So you said you were going to wait about a hundred more years before you said it?

but Kirica's perfect act tricked the king and eventually something accumulated erupted.

The king, who did not know it, practically allowed the use of charm by believing in the lie of training the lazy soldiers, and Amelia was banished from the Elves' territory to be eaten by demons like the slime of the drool and met me.

"Oh, my sister, did you know everything? Know and charm?

"Yeah. I didn't even realize you were fascinated.... The boulder is Kirica. You practiced.

All right, all right. Amelia strokes Kirica's head like she's usually done.

"So it's all my mistake? Does that mean your sister didn't do anything wrong and she was empty on me?

"That's not true. The bad news was that I didn't tell you because I decided you were just a kid. I'm so sorry, Kirika. The boulders are crisp. Nor did I realize that I was attracted to myself because I was being put on too thin.

That's what I say. A king embracing Kirica.

Kirika wept at that warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm very rude to your father, to your sister and to others."

"Kirica, I don't care. I could do my best because I knew Kirika's efforts were hard work early in the morning and late at night. I destroyed the demons without fear even during that incident."

Thanks.

To Amelia smiling that way, Kirica's tear glands collapsed.

"Dear Sister, Father, Akira, Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sorry! Sorry, no."

Crying, twins and fathers embracing each other.

The elves around it are also weeping.

I gently slipped out of the spot and climbed a tree growing around the square and deposited my body in its trunk.

I couldn't stand it.

Remember my mother and only.

Me and the only two of us are really twins.

The date changed shortly after I was born, and only one thing came down, but we were born as bisexual twins.

My mother, who gave birth to both of them, was originally weak. I tend to fall ill, and my father raised me almost alone.

Now that I'm older, I know.

Early in the morning, I made breakfast, lunch preparations and three lunches to wake us up, feed us dinner and send us to kindergarten, and I work as I am.

After work, even though it's hectic, you come pick us up to kindergarten, and when you get home, you cook dinner, and you feed us and my mother.

Put him to sleep, I washed dishes by myself, did laundry and went to bed when the date changed.

You must have barely been able to sleep because we would have cried at night.

Still, he raised me and Wei up to fifth grade, and until then he even took care of my mother, chores and work.

No one's hands, alone.

So I don't resent that guy who suddenly disappeared in fifth grade.

Sure, I feel angry about escaping, but I still appreciated it more than that.

So I was jealous of Amelia and Kirica.

And I empathized.

This time, it's a tragedy that happened because each one of us tried to hold him alone.

This wouldn't have happened if I had talked to you.

Just like him.

When we get back to that world, let's really look for him, our father.

If you live happily ever after, there is no more interference.

But if you're making it difficult, so that you can live with me again.

I'm sure you'll agree with me.

Yeah, let's do it.

That's the last time I thought of it, my memory sank in the dark.