My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

At night I panicked at the crystals falling into bed, but Crowe told me I was just asleep and exhaled.

Few magicians die from the depletion of magic.

It was also natural for the night to rub my mind.

Humans are said to consume a little magic just by breathing.

It's just a demonic idea, and I don't know if it's really happening.

But once, I was sure I'd lost the abyss.

Hold your breath, even if you know you can't! I can't help but think.

"... Nevertheless, you lived well"

Pottori and Crowe squirm.

At night, I wondered if I should tell Crowe about that phenomenon of crystals.

I can't even think at night that magic has its own self, and Jing hadn't told the nights about his conversation with Saran.

Thus, the night cannot be considered to have magic restored the Lord, etc.

It's just that the Lord has gone crazy! I just think.

But I'm sure it was unusual, and it's not an issue I can deal with alone at night.

Crowe stared at the night worrying about what was going on.

"... what. If you want to talk to me, just say it. I'm coming out of town now."

Crowe's cold eyes look down at the night on the bed.

That was just the night, I lost my eye and talked.

That the crystals were completely depleting their magic and that they had brought it back to this point even though they were just waiting for death.

About the voice I heard at that time.

"... it's not the magic of a self-healing system. Where did you replenish the depleting magic from in the first place?

Crowe, whining about bumps and something, lets go and gets closer to the crystal face at night.

And I pressed a meatball against the forehead of the crystal.

".................. mmm"

'Hmm, you don't seem to have a fever. Anyone who consumes a lot of magic probably gets fever. "

In a crisp meatball, the crystal only faces a little.

I hit a turnaround with Momoko.

Embracing the night I was near my face.

"... Oh, Lord?............... Hey Crowe, help '

It's harder and harder to reach out because you can't attack the Lord sleeping on a boulder and force him out, and his Lord is completely unconscious.

Ask Crowe for help, but Crowe wasn't in the room already.

'That bastard......... ha, don't be impotent, Lord. For once, if the Lord dies, I die too. "

In my explanation before I performed the ritual, I found this man who was not afraid of death an interesting person, but now I just have a strong desire for him to be safe.

Otherwise, you won't have the heart of the night.

In the first place, I don't expose myself to dying at night.

The Demon King ordered me to go to the depths of the labyrinth as a messenger, and once I decided to be ready to die, but only then.

I was going to get you out somehow.

Well, I was supposed to get out in this way, but I met an interesting person, so it turns out to be O'Rei.

Anyway, I still don't want to die at night.

That's why I'm with Crystal.

I made a deal with the devil once.

If the crystal dies, the night dies, so if the night protects the crystal, everything is solved.

... I thought so.

But is this Lord in a physical condition that brings in all sorts of troubles and incidents, or is he often dying?

Seriously because of their high physical abilities and status in different digits, this appears to be the first time they have been in crisis, but even in elf territory, ordinary people would not have been in the world anymore around the first arrow.

"Please, don't die"

At night I looked at the crystal cheeks holding myself.

It was a serious act in a proud demon, but I don't care about the night.

I was already used to it because it was scattered and drawn in the boss room at the bottom of the labyrinth.

As per the original contract, I will pretend to do so every day before I go to bed.

Rub it against its body, as you pray.

I shrugged many times, as I wished.

"Don't die on me."

I didn't realize at night that the emotion wasn't just that I didn't want to die.

After a while, I leave my head in the arms of the crystal at night, tempted by the warmth.

"Lord, hall..."

After anticipating the night was completely asleep, Jing opened his eyes about time.

I noticed something in my arm, and I was awake.

"... it's okay. I don't do things like this one anymore. I will never die. Not until I get home."

And he held the night to his pillow, and fell again into a deep sleep.