My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

I woke up that evening.

Crowe and I can forgive me for insisting on going looking for Amelia right away.

"The darkness is getting darker and darker now. Sure, darkness is the realm of assassins, but don't forget it's the realm of demons'

"It's still far from full speed. Sleep."

I couldn't understand why the two of them could stay calm and was frustrated that I couldn't get to Amelia.

"Why,... how can you be so calm?

Knock on the wall to disperse frustration.

I knew it was an eight hit.

I'm in this state now because I used shadow magic without thinking about it later, and I know that neither of you is worried and worried about Amelia.

But I couldn't help but hit it.

"... I won't calm down, Lord."

"I'm calm, though. Lord Dark Assassin?

Something caught me when I was frustrated with a floating clow and tried to open my mouth again.

"Yami no Asasa Shisha"?

I'm so upset, I accidentally get a plain pseudonym.

My head got confused, and he didn't convert me to kanji.

Crowe looks at me like that and laughs niggly.

So far, I've heard the dislike of scattered crows since we met, but I've never seen a chill-running grin on my spine like this.

"... They say it's the two names of the Lord."

Night says off what you least want to be said.

This guy, on purpose or something?

My best friend Kyosuke pinpoints what he is completely unconscious and doesn't want to be touched by people, but could it be that mouth at night?

"I hear everyone watched you destroy the demons with your last shadow magic from the hills you were evacuating. As an adventurer of the yellow rank, two unusual names were decided fast. Besides, it's guild approved.... Good for you. I need you to give me a nice big name."

He pounded my shoulder and Crowe walked out of the room.

I hold my head.

"No, no, no, no. What about the assassin?"

'Sure you are. Well, I don't think the Lord will be late for the other assassins there.'

The night is doing something that seems to be following me, but my wounds aren't there.

... what the fuck.

What are the two names of those two sick cooks?

Or two names!

I've never heard that before!!!

You had such a system!!

"... what the hell, I don't want my classmates to know. Especially for Kyosuke and the brave..."

Kyosuke is going to say something like, "Good for you" with that faceless look again.

That's what I think from the bottom of my heart, too, even worse.

The brave ones will surely look openly pulled.

If I told you what was going on, you'd say, 'That was a disaster.'

That annoys me, but then a girl asked me what the conversation was about and told me everything, and I could even assume it would spread throughout the class.

I hold my head and sigh.

"... ha. I wonder if we can make two names more difficult at night."

"Nothing I can't do, but everywhere in the city, it could be the Dark Assassin." Wouldn't it be hard to undo it anymore? '

On a night when I didn't know the gravity of the matter, I didn't know why I rejected the two names so much, and I had my neck clenched.

"Oh well.... Can I stand out, assassin?... or my magic isn't" darkness, "it's" shadow. "

Signs of agreement with my words come from my shadow.

Yeah, you think so, don't you?

"From a distance, it would have seemed to follow the darkness. There is no such magic as shadow magic recognized in the first place. Even in the shadows, the sky was surrounded by darkness, so in a way, it's not wrong."

In the first place, other than the Dark Assassin, are there two names that stick together? and the night I lean my neck.

Damn right.

Argued.

In the first place, it seems unchanged that you have the magic of a shadow attribute, and yet you are cook II disease at a time when you are doing assassins.

If we're going back to the other world, we have to make sealing these guys' mouths a top priority.

"... Sleep well for today. but I'm leaving early tomorrow morning!

Regrettably wearing a futon made me sleepy again.

Apparently, the body still craves sleep.

I don't really care that you know more about my body than I do, but I know you think about me, so let's put up with it.

With that said, even in the other world, when you are wearing a futon somehow when you regret it or when you are angry, you generally fall asleep and are often absent.

When I was in high school on a boulder, my sister told me that I was childish and I stopped doing it.

"Yes, sir."

"... yes once"

With a blurry head, that's all I said, my head fell into a futon again.

'... the recoil of magic depletion is enormous. Not to mention in the case of the Lord, he was dying once. We can't be cured in a day or two'

That's all I whined about and got out of the room at night.

Even if you say shadow magic has self-healed magic, to the point of acceptable criticality.

Because it was a critical line that didn't die.

And the crystalline body craves magic.

To the point where it feels like magic is removed when you're nearby.

I'm not actually being pulled out, but if I walk around town in that state, I don't know what happens.

So far, all I have to do is take a little magic restoration potion and recover from sleep.

Crystal's magic healing rate is seventy percent.

I think we should get this far, but I want to keep one element of anxiety when we take Amelia back.

Crystals, too, I know that, but I can't suppress my consciousness of trying to go under Amelia, and I'm sleeping shallower.

So it usually takes a day or so to recover.

"... come on, come on"