My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

I arrived in Mali, a contest venue, as I stopped at a stall of interest.

Stopping at food stalls that Amelia had never eaten, or while Ueno and Waki were eating time at the game stalls, the time of the contest became a critical arrival.

I was actually planning on getting there more spare time.

... By the way, I was looking from above and wondering if Amelia's stomach is a black hole or something.

The food I held in both hands was absorbed by Amelia without anyone's help, and I was buying food in the stalls so much that the men who were trying to speak to Amelia dispersed.

Because I told you, the look on Kyosuke's face, standing there trying to protect her next to Amelia, seems a little drawn.

"You were late."

Those who had pressed and pressed each other so hard when they came to Mali scattered and the outlook improved.

The only people who are there are those who compete in the contest and their entourage.

Because there was no big gate, I thought there were a few people out there who wouldn't compete, but I don't see anything other than contest officials because there aren't many stalls in Mali.

That's an amazing number of people, but it was empty enough to tell Crowe and Mr. Ziehl walking in from before.

"Mmm, that's good. It's a festival. You must be playing with your wings off, right?

Amelia, who enjoyed it the most, said as she swallowed the last bite of food she had.

I landed next to Amelia and unlocked "Signal Cover-up".

"Anyway, let's get into the contest venue. This place gathers too much gaze."

Encourage me to be receptionist for the contest, feeling the surprise gaze of the brave men to me who suddenly appeared.

Amelia hasn't eaten anything at the moment, so her beauty is still on the table.

For this reason, a desperate gaze from contest contestants and thoughtful women and a hot gaze from men who would be in Mali with the accompaniment of the women competing in the contest has been piercing Amelia.

He probably hasn't noticed because he's used to being noticed, but it's not acceptable from me dating Amelia.

"... By the way, who's leaving?

Once the confirmation was taken, Amelia, Akayama, Ueno and the brave raised their hands.

"It's rare like this. Yan? I thought it would be fun!

"Because I was originally interested in models and stuff"

"You've tripled your chances of winning a prize."

Leaving aside Ueno and his model body shape, what about Amelia, who only has eyes for the prize?

Moreover, even if Ueno and Akayama win, they are willing to receive prizes.

Seeing Chirali and the brave in the stream, the brave rubbed under his nose in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was interested, too! Besides, the men's section is a whisperer, but there's going to be a prize, and if it's food, I'll give it to Amelia."

Amelia shines her eyes on the words.

"Really!?

"Oh, oh."

Brave men are bitterly jealous of Amelia's meals.

The reception for the contest is our turn.

"Now please provide us with the names of the people who will be competing here and what we can verify their identity. Please do the same for your escort."

Everyone shows the Adventurer Guild dog tags to the lady's words at the reception.

It's a quick ID.

... But just filling in your name and presenting your ID, is security unexpectedly Gabagaba?

As the receptionist checked each and every one of them, she saw Amelia's dog tag and solidified.

"Oh, huh? Oh, uh, wait a minute!

Well, would that happen if the Elf princess were here?

I think so when I look behind the receptionist who hastily went to get the person upstairs.

It was Amelia's beauty that came to the fore in the Beast Nation Territory, but no one realized Amelia was the princess of the Elves.

The Elves are originally drawn to the Forrest continent, and perhaps they are less well-known.

Although the name and profession seem to be widely conveyed.

"Thank you for waiting, Princess Amelia."

After a while, someone came by who looked like the person in charge, who still seemed to be thrilled to take the place of the receptionist.

I'm grinning painfully, but I'm moving my gaze with Girosilo to identify Amelia.

"It's very rude, but is there anything else you can prove to me that you are the princess of the Elves? Security is tightening year after year, but more and more people are using every hand to become others..."

I mean, he suspects that this Amelia is a fake that the innocent raw man has become.

Do you need visibility even though it's a place where you decide on a female male just for appearance?

"Does that make sense?

Did Kyosuke think the same thing, put his neck around him and look at the man?

The man with the greasy sweat on his forehead laughed hella.

"Ha, ha, we're not surprised, either, but we'll call your names each and every one of us at the contest, so if the name is well-known, it won't get noticed."

It would be hard for the audience to see each and every one of these numbers, but it would also be hard for the operating side to call their names.

"I see, this is it?

What Amelia sent out was an envelope of a letter addressed to Liam from the king of the Elves.

The wax behind is engraved with the seal of King Elf.

As soon as he saw it, the man changed his complexion and bowed his head.

"Ha, I'm so sorry for your loss! Enjoy yourself!