My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

"Zierfo, what is that guy?

Dropping off a black hindsight, heading to that building that was serving as a safehouse for the previous brave men, I ask Zierfou, who was about to pass next door.

Stopped, Zierfo stood next to me.

The first time I met him was about the time he lost his mother because of his stupidity.

The boy, who was as long back as I was, was way beyond my back, and it was time for his youth to fade.

Initially it was a busy tone but it has also been corrected at some point.

As far as I've lived for a long time, those years have been momentary enough to blink, but when I do this, I'm somewhat emotional.

"What,?

To the neck leaning jewel boy, I point to its hindsight with my jaw.

In an earlier question, his determination to the point of stifling in him was overwhelmed.

Living ten or twenty years won't be enough to get you this far.

It's a young but much older mouth.

"Oh, he... Well, I'm not sure either. If I were to say so, it would seem that Captain Saran was only trying to impress him. And the fact is, he's the strongest of us, including you, Satou, the brave one."

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Indeed, the movement was better than that of any of the brave men who had arrived earlier, called it what it was like to keep avoiding my attacks.

Speaking of which, he may have been the first to avoid my fist.

And without even showing a killer.

Besides, suppose that Sarah Mithray made him the only one among a few brave summoners, maybe he has something.

The body of Zierfou, standing next to me when I saw my trick, trembled.

"That Sarah Mithray..."

If Sarah Mithray was gawking, it would mean I deserved to be seen, too.

The black figure disappears into the building's surface.

For a moment I bent over the corner, I felt my eyes meet with pitch-black eyes.

After he disappears out of sight, I turn to Zierfou.

"... how much more of that stupidity do you have when, Zierfo?

I didn't even notice the shard until I heard that kid say his own son's life span.

That's right.

My son would have jumped into battle if I was about to get my people killed.

Even if he was a man of strength or trust, he would stand up and shelter himself if he could possibly get hurt in front of him.

That was my son.

But earlier, it was the voice that never came into us so loud.

No, it's not that he didn't come in, he couldn't.

I guess my body didn't follow me due to aging.

Damn, I don't think you're old enough to even notice the anomaly of your real son, even though he's immortal.

"... with my senses, but a year if I'm healing without doing anything. Just keep fighting like this..."

Zierfo pressed silently with his face as if he were going to cry.

"... right"

Oh, what do I look like now?

My daughter died early and said her son, who thought he was immortal as he was, was aging and was close to life expectancy.

Most people close to each other when they live long are deceased, but they still never get used to it.

"Will I be left again?"

You were hearing a small whining voice, and Zierfo moved in uncomfortably.

"I'm always sorry."

"Yes, no. … but I think it would be better if we talked carefully before we regret it."

Oh, yeah.

We have a lot to talk about right now.

That's why we moved our base here on purpose.

"Oh. Right."

However, will that child listen to me?

He used to walk behind me with "Mom, Mom," but now he's like that.

If life expectancy is near, the period of disobedience must be over.