My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Really, it was a moment.

Surrounded in an instant, the guys who were surrounding them fell on their knees in an instant.

All we did was be vigilant and just watch.

We didn't have to get our hands on it, and we didn't have to be here.

"Now answer. What's your aim? Where is Gram now and what are you up to?"

Amelia asks as she slowly lowers the magical arm they are on their knees.

There is no light in those eyes, very cold.

Even though I'm not the one being interrogated, I want to answer anything.

Does everyone at the party feel the same way about me, that face was blue?

We had no doubt that Mr. Amelia was weak.

Because I never saw you fighting, and most importantly, I couldn't imagine you fighting.

It was an escort plan on the assumption that Mr. Amelia perceived him as a weak and protected subject.

Which means our plan was broken from the start.

Did Jing know that this is what will happen?

"Oh, we don't know anything! It's true!

Dyed his face in color in fear, the contest's competition chairman answered.

Seeing that face, which even seems pitiful, does not change Amelia's expression, but puts her face to discomfort.

"You know what I hate most about the world?

That thin arm goes down a little bit.

There was no more light in its eyes.

I wonder what those eyes look like to them screaming crushed.

"It's about being lied to. Your word that you don't know, lie. I've lived dozens of times more than you have. You think lying to someone like that works?

We all know that the Elves live long lives because of common sense in this world and we are oblivious to common sense.

But I can't imagine fighting.

Mr. Crowe opened his heavy mouth to the silent black clothes.

"I recommend you answer early. This princess, are you serious?

This means that Mr. Amelia is prepared to kill people on this occasion.

If the girl you thought you had to protect is willing to do so, we can't stop it.

No, thinking on our strength won't stop us.

I watched them squash by something, like some other HR.

"Wah, ok!! I get it! speaks!

One black garment raises its voice as the sound of a bone stings called Mississippi.

If it were a few more seconds late, it could have been irrevocable.

Mr. Amelia raised her hand a little but did not completely unravel the magic.

"Keep talking. If anyone moves weird, they're all crushed to death."

One of the black clothes tells us that he is selling the organs of the contest winner as Amelia urges him to continue.

The content matched exactly what Tsuda had brought.

Amelia's expression gets more and more rugged.

"Yes. I mean, the prize is also a lie, and you were going to tear me apart and sell me to some crazy people."

Is it unconscious?

It's like I'm lowering my magical hand more and more.

"Yes, Stowopp!!

Aya wondered if he would indeed die of crushing, and his hand was stopped on the brink by a man who appeared out of darkness.

Understand who that person is and we'll be even more vigilant.

"No, Coco's not like your country, is he? You can't kill them if they're the people behind them!

Rusty, his real name is Lattice Nail.

He went into the contest and, like Mr. Amelia, he seems to have won the demon race.

I don't know because I was in the men's section, but it was so exciting that I could even hear the cheers on the men's section stage deep down.

"Oh, Rusty. In this country, only criminals are allowed to take a life, right? Precisely after a formal duel, but that's where it came from, so if this counts for a duel too, you'll be fine."

Mr. Amelia says something noisy with a Kyotong face, but the Demons won't let go of that hand.

"I think that even bad guys have human stories that should never be taken away by others. So I won't let you kill anyone in front of me."

The purple eyes visible from the gap in the hood were only quietly groaning at this moment, and the tone was somewhat harsh.

Out of surprise at the change, or out of Mr. Amelia's hands.

To go with it, the Demons also took their hands off Mr. Amelia and laughed floating, as usual.

"If you want to kill me so badly, don't do it when I'm not watching! I'm on the side of justice, but that doesn't mean I can save anyone who's out of sight."

The two laughing demons drained me of poison, and the black clothes that should have allowed me to escape didn't move either.

I think as I look at Mr. Crowe handing over the black clothes to officials in the country.

... after all, what have we come here to do?

It was to get Crystal to admit it, but it actually ended up just coming.

Speaking of what I did, I was just inviting the crystals to the festival, being on unnecessary alert, and having an unnecessary escort plan.

No, I'm not going to be able to protect anything right now.

I deplored my helplessness.