My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

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I woke up somewhere I didn't know.

"Lord, are you awake?"

Waking up and looking around the neighborhood, a night in kittens enters through a window next to the bed that was put to sleep.

He had a relieved, somewhere tired look.

"What about here at night?

"It's my house"

I should have heard it at night, but another voice echoed into the room.

It's a familiar voice.

"... Crowe"

The Black Cat Beast Man's Forger comes close with something.

The room had no furniture but a bed, not even a closet.

I guess it's really just a room to sleep in.

"How are you feeling?"

"It sucks. How unconscious was I? And where's Amelia?"

When I was asleep for a long time, the particular carefulness surrounded my body.

I can't work my head off.

Ever since I was summoned to this world, I feel like death has always been next door and I haven't been able to sleep.

Yet now the lust for sleep had been completely wiped out.

I must have slept quite a while.

As I got more and more heads up over time, I grasped the situation.

Put your hands on your forehead.

"Oh well. Amelia was captured by the demons?"

'That's right. By the way, it was three days ago that the Lord broke out and lost his mind. "

I was surprised by the words of the night.

Were you asleep for three days?

Once upon a time, to help a child who was about to be hit by a truck, he was taken in his place, but still only two days unconscious.

At that time, just after he was dialed, he was almost intact with his body between the tire and the tire.

No major scratches this time or from what I've seen, it's a strange story to say it's intact, but it keeps me asleep for three days.

With that in mind, a night in sight with a difficult face and silence.

"Night? What's wrong?

When I hold him up and stroke him, he rattles his throat like a cat at night.

I've heard it before, but when it comes to transformation, it seems it completely turns out to be that transformed organism.

Even when you're a black cat, you think when you can stroke something nice, you'll unconsciously ring your throat?

Amelia and I also played a lot of games about which one of us could do the night's throat sooner.

"The Lord... no, it's nothing after all"

It bothers me awesome.

But the night this happened, I knew empirically that I wouldn't talk at all until I had a proper decision to talk, so I shut my mouth.

In anticipation of the two of them becoming silent, he dropped what Crowe had in his hand on Crystal's lap.

"This is what I was asked to do. And the dagger you used, but I sharpened the blade for once. Tell the owner to keep using it carefully."

The dagger borrowed from the adventurer who left the front was shining as if it were new.

And I look at the other two shortcuts.

"Did you divide it into two parts? Were you abusively using too much on the boulder?

"Right. But well, you're an assassin. Shortcuts are easier to use."

The two-wielded short knife was covered in pitch black from what to what, and when I pulled it out, it was black to the blade.

Without a doubt, I would have divided the "Night Knife God”, which was a wave, into two pieces, into short knives.

Since there was a large wax in the middle, did you divide it there?

As for Crowe's mouth, it wasn't irreparable, but in view of my profession, I dared to divide it there?

"And take this too"

Drop something like a small box.

I picked it up and looked at it.

The night is the night, and I look at it and I open my eyes.

They look familiar.

"Hey, this is, uh..."

"That's right. It's what you think it is.... open it."

As Crowe prompted me, I opened the dreaded lid.

"Is this a ring?

What was inside was a martial bone ring, with red gems buried in the center like blood.

Obviously for men.

The name wasn't even dug, it just had letters on the inside.

"I will guide thee."

Moreover, it was not a letter that should not be in this world, Hate Japanese, but I was able to read it somehow because it was the next familiar, English language in Japanese.

I'm sure it was made by non-first generation brave men, brave men from the English-speaking world.

"Boulder, you're a brave man. Can you read that?"

I'm not exactly a brave man, though.

"Oh, it's not the country we were born in, but it's the language of my little world"

I see. Crowe nods.

Apparently, he thought he couldn't read it on the boulder because the letters and fonts carved on "Night Knife God” were different.

Most classes are asleep, but Mandarin and English and Math classes are kept awake.

It's not for the future, it's just that I'm afraid of teachers.

The English teacher, especially, laughs at Nico and looks like he hasn't seen anything, but as soon as he has a sleeping student, he realizes.

On top of that, I can't help but notice it falling apart from sleeping people.

"Well, just as you read it now. The ring teaches where what the wearer wanted it to be. Put it on your finger and think hard about what you want. Before the light comes out of the ring, it's there."

I felt like I had a heart attack.

What you want, what you want.

That means we also know where Amelia is.

I hurried and put the ring on my right index finger and thought strongly of Amelia.

"Oh!"

A red light muscle emerges from the ring and illuminates the walls of the room.

You were in the direction of the Labyrinth of the Beasts, the Brute Labyrinth.

'Hey, that should be a national treasure. Why do you have it?

On the other hand, delighted that a signpost to Amelia has been made, ask Kosokoso and Crowe at night.

If you do it badly, it's the treasure that's supposed to be in the treasure trove of the castle.

On such a night, Crowe shook his head like nothing.

"I got it from someone who used to help me. I didn't identify him, so I didn't know who he was, but I got it because it was something I could use."

I'm glad it's not a curse, but I feel a little bit murderous at night to Crowe, who says it without changing his expression.

If this is the object of the curse, and if anything should have happened to the Lord, I immediately decided to raise him to the Blood Festival.

"Anyway, now we can go to Amelia.... Are you coming? Crowe."

When I looked back and asked, I was beheaded.

"You, you're gonna be Amelia's master, aren't you? You're not going to go help your apprentice?

Boy, a crow with shoulders to shoulder.

"When are you going to be a master? I don't remember saying a word like that."

"But that doesn't mean you've done so much for me, does it mean you think Amelia?

Crowe kept his mouth shut on my question.

With eyes that don't know what you're thinking, staring into the void.

"............ right. If you make it home safely, you can watch."