My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Crowe grinned thinly and shifted his gaze to the top right.

"Well, I'm not in the habit of counting the ages to the Beasts. I've forgotten my exact age too, but I'm sure I'll live two hundred years"

I look at you.

Did you use half of them to learn the ancient language?

That's a disjointed obsession.

Not very much for me, but I can't.

I mean, why aren't you dead?

"No, about two hundred and fifty years because the aging started fifty years after my sister was killed? No, 300 years? Anyway, because of my eccentric mother, I've lived this long."

Odd...

Not very much, but I don't think it's a word for the mother.

Or, I think Crowe himself is very strange.

Is that hereditary?

"Normally, do you take the medicine of immortality by mistake? Because of that, Baba is still alive and I have a double life span... He's the culprit of everything."

After saying so, Crowe defeated his body and brought it to the back of the couch.

... Are you drunk?

It's more rap than usual, and he's told me a lot of old stories.

It's the same phenomenon as the old men at the construction site when they were drunk.

"Are you living long because your mother took the medicine of immortality?

Asking so, Crowe nodded with blurred eyes.

"Oh. The fact that Odd Heavenly Baba took that pill before she gave birth to me also affected me when I was in my stomach. I mean, it's his fault."

It seems that Crowe lived a long time among the Beasts.

But isn't it time for life even though life expectancy has doubled?

"I will not die until I have avenged my sister, but I am still tired of living. I want to end this fast."

Surprised at the words coming out of Crowe's mouth.

Does wanting to end mean wanting to die?

Or does it mean you want to stop living a way that feeds your vengeance?

Japanese have a longer life expectancy than people in other countries, but still not many people live a century.

I myself don't live a tenth of Crowe, so it's impossible to guess how that feels.

... Shall I talk to Amelia as well?

With that in mind, at some point Crowe sank his body on the couch and freshly rested.

The face is very calm, not very, but not the kind of face you want to die.

"If you can, please leave me alone."

When he spoke and looked back, Mr. Ziehl stood holding a blanket.

He had signs, but he was still nearby.

"What does Mr. Ziehl have to do with Crowe?

Ask Mr. Ziehl, who softly sprays a blanket on the crow.

Mr. Ziehl laughed like trouble and sat on the white couch across from me.

"You know this guy used to take disciples, right?

Nod at it.

I was just talking about that earlier.

"One of those apprentices was my mother. Of course he's dead now."

I opened my eyes quietly.

After Crowe pulled himself off the front line, the nations wanted to somehow let their own people take over the first brave moves Crowe acquired, and they sent him under Crowe.

Of course, people were no exception.

Crowe didn't say no, he said.

Vengeance began to fade and I was free when aging began.

And Mr. Ziehl's mother broke her spirit without example.

"My father was an adventurer, and my mother raised me as a woman because I wasn't around any more when I was a kid."

I was remembering my mother.

A weak mother.

"After my mother broke her spirit, it was Mr. Crowe who raised me. You recommended me to the Knights, and you called me back when you heard they made me stop the Knights."

Mr. Ziehl sighed and saw Crowe's sleeping face with a gentle face.

It's like looking at an old father, with a loving eye, and I look like a single picture.

"Definitely a benefactor and father to me. I don't resent my mother at all. This guy's just clumsy."

"That was this short time, but I understand a little. So, what do you want Crowe to do?

I can tell from the words of the owner of this hotel that Crowe is Tundele's character like a righteous ally who can't miss someone in need.

I also feel a little twisted on the side of justice.

But tell me what it is.

"Would you let this guy do what he wants? As you can see, we're running out of time."

"... I'm so sorry I got involved."

I'm not on the side of justice, and I'm not a good man.

Sure, Crowe was a benefactor to life, and Mr. Ziehl helped me leave the castle, but I have my purpose.

I just want to go home.

That's all I'm asking for.

Amelia and the night when you should come, and if your classmates are around, that's fine.

And the key to getting home is at Demon King's Castle, or Laitis Castle.

We were called to Castle Raitis in the desire to crusade the Demon King.

What was used for this is very similar to the demon cube used by Mahiro.

"Oh, I know. That you're acting for it, that you want to head to Demon King's Castle."

"Then..."

"On the way. You promised to pick up the Elves if they were on their way."

I've wanted to tongue myself in the past.

I didn't know words would strangle me like this then.

"Besides, isn't it going to be necessary for this man to reach Demon King Castle in Demonic territory? I've never been there, but they get terribly lost. Besides, that demonic lady doesn't trust you as a guide."

Sure, Crowe might need to have some experience of going to Demonic territory.

Anyway, the demon lands don't know what's in them, unlike the elf lands or the beast lands.

The conductor will need it.

Selling favors to Crowe for that is not a bad idea.

"Right. But it's not that simple."

What Crowe asked me to do is for me...

To me, Mr. Ziehl stood up and slapped me on the shoulder.

"That's all I'm trying to say. This guy doesn't know when he's going to die either, so make your decision ASAP."

In the room where Mr. Ziehl was gone, I watched the night view as I listened to Crowe's sleep.

The city was as brilliant and beautiful as ever, regardless of my only concern.