My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Then we checked five broken corridors.

One of them had completely collapsed, and because there was not even a gap in size through which humans would pass, they asked Mr. Night to make sure it was smaller, but it was completely collapsed and he could only bring one notebook.

A yellow, rubbed off notebook that reminds me that it's been a long time.

Is the barely visible color red?

Mr. Crowe was tilting his neck because he didn't recognize it, but now he doesn't have time to read it, so he put it in the luggage I carry, along with the other demonic stones.

"Well, where are we?

I look up at Mr. Crowe as Mr. Night walks forward.

Mr. Crowe, with an atmosphere somewhere sunk, looked down at Mr. Night lazily.

"The rest is where we were based. So he was building tools and stuff with demonic stones that were in the aisle. There may be something we can use."

We follow Mr. Crowe in a hurry.

In this way I can actually see with my eyes that the brave men of earlier generations are truly amazing.

How much time did all the passages leading to the demonic realm take to be built?

Unlike us, who have no choice but to go to the Demon King, they will have a family and a place.

What the hell would have happened to us?

I'm sure, when they were here, there wouldn't have been any forerunners like Mr. Crowe without Mr. Noah.

Could we have done the same when we were in the same position?

No, I'm sure you couldn't.

I followed Mr. Night and Mr. Crowe with a bitter smile.

I arrived at the place Mr. Crowe said I would.

It's a place where the aisle was open, so it's only natural that it's close.

"Right here."

Hide in the trees, a place that doesn't look exquisite.

It's only in the building, but it's ruined to see, and I looked tired somewhere.

It looks like a secret base and nods.

Seeing the place, Mr. Night snorted.

"Oh, I've often found a place like this."

"Well, yeah."

It was fun back then, Mr. Crowe spills.

How should I react to that voice with all sorts of thoughts?

"Wow!!

The moment you enter the hidden entrance and exit of the hidden building, Mr. Leah, who was walking in front, cheers.

The clean interior, not known from outside the building, was unified with bright colors.

"This is..."

The evening lady also opens her eyes and looks at the lighting in the high places, at the tools that do not know what is dusty.

"Don't touch the murmur. You might lose a piece of your body."

Upon taking Mr. Crowe's advice like a threat, he hastily withdrew his hand from what he was about to touch.

I don't even know what was dusty and about to touch.

That's why I want to touch it.

"I didn't put much dangerous stuff in this room, but there may be one that is changing over time. Be careful."

said Mr. Crowe with his eyes narrowed to nostalgia.

Apparently, the previous brave party was one from each continent except the demonic realm, and four brave men.

Two of them survived: Mr. Crowe and the Brave.

Mr. Crowe is still the only one alive, because the brave men of his predecessors are no longer alive either.

Living a different time than around him, he must have broken up with many friends.

How the hell does that feel?

Because I was thinking about that, or I didn't realize Mr. Crowe had been here for a long time.

I rushed to make my way, and something took my foot off me and I fell over.

I accidentally touched something nearby in an attempt to slip into something nearby.

"Ah."

That was brought to Mr. Crowe's attention just now in an attempt to touch it.

I'm really curious about what that is, so it seems to have been a vendetta to be nearby to hear it later.

At the end of my gaze, which unwittingly solidified me, and Mr. Crowe, who couldn't react to the allergy, I felt a slight magic taken from it, dusty and rough.

"Idiot! Quickly let go!!

Mr. Crowe grabs my hand in a panic. [M]

Moment after moment, the light emanating from something at hand wrapped the room.

Having seen the light nearby, me and Mr. Crowe close their eyes to so much glare.

"... what was that? What's that?"

The strong light faded and the moment it disappeared, Mr. Crowe groaned so.

Apparently, it was a phenomenon that Mr. Crowe didn't even understand.

'Hey! Who are you guys!!

In the white and sumptuous sight of Chickatika and everywhere, Mr. Night was intimidating him toward something.

"... eh..."

There stands a man and a woman who should not have been here when they came in.

No, standing, but its body was clear.

The word ghost crosses the back of my brain.

I felt Mr. Crowe's hand still holding my arm tremble.

"You look good, Crowe."

'Long time no see, brother!