My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Ur's Adventurer Guild had the impression that it was kept clean for what it was being used to renovate the tavern.

Urk's Adventurer Guild is opposite, dim and dirty.

Every part of the wall had red and black stains on it, and I could guess if a drunken adventurer would break out.

In a bad way, you look like an adventurer guild as I imagined.

Am I the only one who feels the character of the Alliance Master is in the Alliance as it is?

Within the Adventurer Guild there was a large counter, inside which the officials seemed busy working.

Fewer staff than Urk and no requests posted.

Perhaps both the purchase of demonic areas and the reception and ranking of requests are carried out by officials within the counter.

Clearly inefficient and unreasonable.

The adventurers, on the other hand, were liquoring in places like the rest spaces in the Adventurers Guild.

This is the same for every adventurer.

Don't drink in the morning.

When I opened the door and went inside, my gaze first gathered on me, then Amelia, moved into the night.

When I'm walking, it's always like this, so I get used to it.

"Welcome to the Urk Adventurer Alliance. What can I do for you today?

Officials who saw Amelia and blued her face rushed out of the counter.

Amelia's face is widely known in that contest.

Thanks to you, if you go outside, your gaze will gather, and you don't care about yourself at all, but as far as I'm concerned, you're very uncomfortable.

"That's Princess Amelia..."

"... why hasn't he been caught yet? Even though the person who won the contest will never be there."

"It's a fake anyway."

The voices of the drunkards echoed well within the Adventurers Guild.

I guess I'm telling you to sound deliberate.

How can something called drunkenness be all these troublesome people?

Seems like you can't hear bad talk to the night because you don't see it in position.

Well, if you say bad things about the night, I won't shut up either.

"Besides, a black man who looks like an escort, he's weak to look at, and then if he prevents an attack, he'll blow it off?

Amelia's brow moved pickly when the red-haired man in the seat a little further said so.

I don't care, but Amelia's got a problem.

The sight was right for the adventurer even though he was answering the guild's officials.

"It's no big deal. I just came to see what the Adventurer Guild of the Biggest Nation of the Beast Nation is like. But apparently, the only adventurer here is a woman. The Adventurer Guild can be a nuisance in the morning."

Amelia's eyes at times like this are exactly the right expression: absolute zero degrees.

Amelia must be the only artist who can change the temperature in the room just to be angry.

Officials who were nearby took a step back by raising their voices to hi.

"Hmm!? I'm telling you, I'm Raul the Silver Rank Adventurer! A whirlwind raul!! Who's so feminine, Cora!!

I want to say a word to the lion adventurer who kicks his chair and gets up.

So what's up?

Looking with cold eyes, Amelia narrowed her eyes to see if she thought the same thing.

"So? If you're a silver-ranked adventurer and you're two names, what can you do? What can I say? Don't think too much."

It's scary to say clearly that the line contains intimidation like a mother, like telling a nasty child.

I would apologize immediately, but this adventurer seems different.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

The lion's adventurer, who called out like a child, shook his fist up at Amelia.

The hand won't stop when the other adventurers raise their still voices.

"... you can't miss that on a boulder"

I held Amelia from behind and received the fist as Pasilli.

Instead of blowing it up, my body isn't even moving millimeters.

As far as I'm concerned, it's as shocking as the baby's been hitting me.

I said Raul, or the lion's adventurer looked at it with the eyes that he couldn't believe it.

"Amelia, it's too provocative.... Sorry for the noise. But you better not say anything extra because your necks might fly physically. Amelia's a real Elf princess."

I say a word to Amelia in her arms and then I turn my eyes to the drunkards.

When he advised so, those who were drunk made their faces blue, remembering what they were saying.

The officials of the guild, who watched Amelia with a frivolous eye, also turn away.

"Oh my God, let go of my hand more than that!!

I knew something about other humans. If I just turned my eyes to Raul, who was barking at Gaogao, my dull gold eyes would stare at me.

That's cleaner money at night.

"I don't like it. If I let you go, you might hit me again. You, don't hit me even though you don't know what they're capable of. And didn't your parents teach you to take care of things?

Look at the chair you kicked down and say.

The chair had one of his legs broken by a kicked down shock.

Raul is trying to pull his fist out of my hand by twisting himself without listening, but my hand, Raul's hand, and Pickle won't move.

"All right, let go of me!!

I don't know if you really understand what you're saying to me, but I let go of my hand for now.

"Excuse me! Raul, you're an idiot, so you can't be clever enough to try to power them!

A mountain-blown haired tribal girl came out of a guild clerk and bowed her head to us, riding like a wheelchair.

Or you made a fool of yourself with an awesome serious voice.

"Hmm!? Keliakola! What's so stupid about me!

"I don't know what to say about blowing a fight on anyone!

Raul tells the wheelchair girl that and stuffs her, but the girl called Kelia swelled her cheeks and held her fist.

"Ha, do it again."

"You don't get tired of it every day."

Is it the usual, I felt the air in the Adventurer Guild that was stuck because of us.