My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Akira's return was such a time as the morning sun rose.

I sat in my living room chair watching the black slowly turn blue and stained with bright colors.

As I stare at the sparkling morning sun hitting my face through the window, a black shadow enters the room through an open window and I am hacked.

I couldn't sleep at all in the end, but suddenly drowsiness struck me because I was relieved to see that face.

By the way, Crowe pulled up to his bedroom early.

He's an old man, so I'm sure he'll be up in a little while.

"Akira......!

I tried to rush over, but there was a dark smell of blood backwards from Akira, and I accidentally stopped in front of Akira one step and looked at her face.

I don't know if I look closely at the black coat, but it has a different color than black.

It also didn't feel like it belonged to Akira, nor was it for one gram.

"Bad"

That's what Akira says to me.

What am I apologizing for?

That I stopped you when you left and you pretended not to ask?

Or did you kill Gram?

My emotions went wild in me, and somehow my tears flooded me.

"Why... why..."

When I weep and squirm, stirring my hair more abusively than usual, Akira starts talking pale.

That I killed a colleague who saw himself before I killed Gram - an assassin who was also asked to assassinate Gram.

And that nothing was emotional when you killed a human being.

I didn't see the crystal expression because I had the window on my back, but I'm sure he looks painful.

"I've just been halfway there as an assassin until now. If I'd done this from the beginning, Captain Saran wouldn't have died."

What Akira is saying will surely be when she learns of the plans of the kings of the Laitis kingdom after being summoned.

Few people in this world really make assassins a business because their profession is an assassin.

Occupations determined at birth cannot be changed until death, but they are not always absolute.

There's someone in a completely different position, like Guildmaster Ringa in Ur, and most of the time an adventurer.

Even so, Akira chose to be an assassin.

"No! That's not Akira's fault..."

"But I could have killed them then. You didn't kill me because I was sweet."

I glared at Akira, who blocked my words with a quiet dark voice.

I don't know when Akira is referring to "then”.

I thought taking Sarah Mithray's revenge would make Akira feel better.

Even so, Akira's face is worse now than when she was forced to sleep before.

But this time it wouldn't make sense to let him sleep like before.

I have to do something.

I brutally wipe my tears with my sleeves and raise my face, looking up at Akira's face in reflex.

"... but if I had, I might not have met Akira. They could have sucked all the magic out of you while you were eaten by that slime at the Cantinen Labyrinth. Then Kirika and I couldn't make up.... Akira, if I had, I could imagine as much if I had been like this. But we live now."

“We live now".

I was surprised even by the words that came out of my mouth.

I never knew the day would come when I would say these words to others who had even wanted to erase myself from the past what I had done.

"I won't tell you not to regret it or think about it. But please don't just get caught up in it. What we're going to do is the most important thing. Isn't that right?

Akira's fingers move softly in the still dim room, gently touching the eye area I brutally wiped.

You washed your hands before you came back, those hands were amazingly cold.

"... I'm not living as long as Amelia. So it's not that easy to switch well.... I'm scared of me for killing people. I wish I had killed the Laitis kings then. I'm afraid of me."

This must be what Akira meant.

The more I put it in my mouth, the more I regret not killing Laitis' king, the more I say I'm afraid of myself thinking so.

Since Akira is a child, is her mind still unstable?

The sound of spitting everything out was painful somewhere.

I have seen hell many times during my long life with Akira, who has lived in a peaceful world before.

There are many things between us that we do not understand and do not understand.

Still, I wanted to be with Akira.

I take a step and reach out.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why Akira's scared. But it's okay. I'm not scared. At least when you're with me and Yol."

He drew his head higher than his own to his chest and stroked his wet feathery hair.

Akira is kept quiet but left.

I tell her to be slow and gentle and squeamish to remind her of her mother.

"Any Akira, I want to be with you. That's the same for Yor. And Akira?"

Questioning that, the reply of the plundered voice echoed the room.

I feel my shoulders trembling wrapped around my coat only doing my mind.

"... I want to be with Amelia and the others, too. Whatever happens to me in the future, it won't change."

Saying so, Akira looked up and now hugged me from the top.

"Thank you, Amelia. I haven't fully recovered yet. But I'm feeling better."

"It would have been nice to have helped Akira. Why don't you take a shower?

I slap Akira on the back and urge her.

Akira nodded with a slightly red eye as she let go of her body.

I'm sure they don't want to think this, but Akira is honest and cute.