My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

I landed in front of Amelia from the top of the tree.

Amelia is shaking her shoulders like she was frightened.

"A, Akira...... where were you listening from?

I tilt my neck and put it behind my neck.

"From the beginning, or rather, because I was here first"

Then Amelia blued her face.

It really happens.

Crowe told me that the scariest thing I could do was get out of my reach, and then I went into the woods once I wanted to think about it myself in a quiet place.

I didn't intentionally move to this tree because I climbed the tree because that's where I personally settle down, I didn't try to hide anything, and I was so contemplative that I wouldn't notice it until Amelia came directly under this tree.

Explained, Amelia's complexion would not change.

Originally my white skin was completely out of my mind.

I put my hand over Amelia's head to reassure her.

"Don't worry, I won't pull it off, I won't forget about Amelia"

Sure, my mother and I are important, but Amelia is as important as that.

Amelia wept in her eyes and grabbed the coat I was wearing.

Keep looking up at me and tilting your neck.

"True? I won't pull, and I won't forget?

I nodded as Amelia was about to haunt me with a cute trick like a puppy.

"Oh, I promise.... On the contrary, I'm more worried. It feels like you and I haven't matched each other. If I just said it on my face, it would definitely match the brave ones."

I took out the knife and let Amelia hold it in her face.

"I don't like that guy. Akira is cooler and stronger.... What are you doing?

I laughed bitterly at that sentiment.

Sure, the brave ones are weak, but I wouldn't be cooler.

I can't deny that Amelia and I have a suspension bridge effect.

With my right hand, I grabbed Amelia's hand holding the knife from the top and brought it closer to my left hand.

Amelia pulls herself back like she was frightened.

"I don't know if it's this way, but in Japan, it's customary for men and women who pledged their future to wear rings on their left hand pharmacopoeia. Engagement rings, wedding rings, I don't know the details because I wasn't interested either, but for now, I'm going to put a circle around my left hand pharmacopoeia."

The blade was sunk around the third joint of the pharmacopoeia.

Red blood transmits his hand so much that even in the dark with pain, he passes on his arm and falls to the ground.

"Hey, do what..."

Amelia opened her eyes to me as I continued to carve a ring into my finger with Amelia's hand without changing her expression.

Deep, deep, so that the marks don't disappear, yet don't cut important muscles, etc.

"... Look, it doesn't even look like a ring"

If you look at the moonlight, it circles around your left hand pharmacopoeia, with red marks on it.

"You wanted to mark me, didn't you?

Now your wish has been fulfilled.

When I looked at Amelia's face, I stared at my fingers and my knife.

"A man or woman wears a ring on her left hand pharmacopoeia…"

Now Amelia let me hold a short knife in my hand and I didn't hesitate to hurt the white, thin finger of my left hand.

"... I'm almost glad"

Amelia, equally engraved with a ring on her finger, illuminates her hand in the moonlight next to me.

Because the tension is getting high at night, or because I was happy for the first time, usually I wouldn't have made it good for Amelia to hurt herself.

But today is very comfortable for some reason.

"What scares me the most is that I can't reach this."

Crowe's bitter voice echoes on his head.

Reaching out may not reach this.

The Demons are that strong, and if Crowe hadn't come then Amelia would have been caught and we could have died.

Still, I feel like I can always be connected as long as I have these fingers.

"Amelia, if you want, I'll smash this body. Happy to scratch it. Instead, if you have anything you want me to do or worry about, say it right away. If there's anything I can do, I'll make it happen."

Kneel on the spot and drop a kiss on the back of your left hand.

Raising her face, wondering if it would have been a little too shiny, Amelia dyed her cheeks red enough to tell clearly and put her hands on mine.

"Then promise me, too. Don't die, don't forget, don't leave, all the time, just look at me."

I stood up and held Amelia.

Embrace a body that is smaller than you once.

"I listened to that wish. Be sure to make it happen."

I can't seem to leave you, but other than that, it seems okay.

Because I'm not willing to die, to forget, to look at other women.

Amelia laughs happily in my arms.

Amelia, who hurt me in the labyrinth and then started giving me a shadowy look somewhere, had a real grin for the first time in a long time.

A smile that only shows me or at night, not the kind of affectionate laugh directed at the first person I meet.

I want to go back to Japan for my mother and sister.

But I just didn't want to let this smile go at this moment.