My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

"Explain to me what you're talking about so I can see."

To Mr. Ringa pointing his lips, I blurted out about the world's eyes.

No matter how many guild masters you say, you can't tell them everything.

Well, after I figure out if I can really trust you, I'm gonna tell you everything.

I don't even have that much to hide.

"Well, fine. There are only two things this one should grasp. Odaakira, are you a brave man summoned from another world by a brave summons?

Rumors are spreading that a nation of people has successfully summoned brave men.

Can I say something, I looked into the night?

"... I see. So, the next question is,"

Seeing how I react at night with me, I guess Mr. Ringa moves on to the next question.

If I don't keep my poker face, I still don't like this kind of rush.

"You were the right arm of the Demon King, the obedient devil named Yoru there, right?

I was thinly guessing that the night was close to the Demon King, but was it his right arm?

If so, why did the Demon King imitate the way he offered me his right arm?

"Exactly, but now I am under the Lord's command. Don't worry, I'm not thinking about destroying this country like I did when I was young."

Hey, you just said a bomb, didn't you?

Ask for an explanation.

"When the submissive demons there met the demons, this country as the right arm of the Demon King... no, they tried to destroy this continent. Thanks to the struggle of the brave men of that time, the corner of the castle where the Beast King lived collapsed, and it was only necessary for the city to collapse, but then we became scared of the black cat. The name of the proud Beastman clan weeps"

When I saw the evening properly, I was whistling in the direction of the day after tomorrow, which was never good.

This guy, you're not reflecting.

The residents of the city saw me on the street and ran away.

I guess the chimps earlier were drunk and unaware, but there was something spiritually coming for the general public to look at me and run away.

"The Demon King ordered it. And I was at war then. I don't think I'm sorry, and I'm not going to apologize. '

"I know. I just wanted to make sure."

Amelia is stunned by the fact that only the appearance of a pure and innocent night was truly a God of Destruction.

No, don't let the look fool you.

This is the kind of guy who gets to wear a dragon brace early when he sees you.

Try to remember.

You really were a God of Destruction in the first place.

"Oh, Lord, I can hear the whole story on the way..."

That's what you thought.

And the night got stubborn.

"After all, it seems certain that the submissive demon and his master are connected by the skill of reading. It's a valuable sample."

When I looked around, there was something like a camera in the ceiling.

They missed it because it wasn't as malicious as the camera I saw when I first came to this world.

"A camera in your room is strict security."

Wouldn't it be too harsh for Gilmouth?

"There are often times here when the most important treasures for the Beast tribe are placed. That's why."

"... treasure, can you say that to us?

Don't you think we're actually robbers and we're here to steal that treasure?

"Don't think so. If it's a robbery, I won't take the submissive. Not to mention the obvious obedience of a black cat."

You're too grand for a robber who doesn't like to stand out, and we are.

By the time Amelia is here, it's already noticeable.

Yeah, when it comes to standouts, the other way around.

"Your extra skills," non-interference, "could be the effect of not letting anyone else recognize you at all?

"Oh, yeah, but. I'll tell you what, I'm a rooted civilian. Besides, I'm tipophobic, and I can't even see a knife properly. That's why I kicked in the fine profession of assassin."

He can't even fork, and chopsticks are fine, so he's picking up chopsticks from Yamato's country.

I stared at Mr. Ringa's status.

Indeed, the occupation section says assassin.

The exact same one as me.

I mean, you're a fellow worker.

Apparently the "non-interference” of skills is used to sneak into this room and do paperwork.

In the street, I thought it would be such a weird assessment.

If there were any other peers, I'm sure you'd call it treasure possession.

In fact, I thought so for a moment.

But this is the way to live.

"Well, gossip. Let's get down to business."

When Mr. Ringa said that, I felt the air tight.