Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

I haven't felt good in a long time.

Walk in a hurry to return home. A lot of luggage is difficult, but this is a souvenir for my mother.

You can't lose it.

While walking, I think of the conversation with the "Red Reaper" that I met unexpectedly, and my mouth is loose.

No way, I still didn't think there were people who would normally have a conversation with me.

Is it because he is like himself again?

My time with him was comfortable and my whole body freaked out with joy as I spoke.

I feel like even singing in my nose, off the boulevard and stepping into the mountain path.

It's time for regular contact.

We can't let someone see us so we detach further down the beast path and get into the trees.

Under the big tree I lowered the sack of hemp I had been carrying.

About.

When I lowered it, there was a blunt sound of what was inside bumping into me.

I checked around just in case, and removed the paper from my nostalgia with the sorcery formations painted.

Spread under the roots of the trees and pass magic through the drawn magic formations. The formation glowed faintly, and eventually a voice was heard.

"... that was too late"

Low woman's voice. It belongs to our master.

Lightly accomplish the requirements for the same grumpy voice as usual.

I didn't mean to talk long.

"I cleaned it up. Five as planned. I'm going home now."

Scratching only the matter and telling him, the voices heard from the formation sounded unpleasant.

"Go home? I haven't given you a return order yet."

"You sent a member of 'Black' to me in secret. Oh, so you thought I wouldn't get mad? You're leaving because you don't feel well."

When I told him the truth, the master of our guild only replied yes.

"Hmm. I didn't think they'd hear from me, but maybe you turned it off?

"That's not true, the master will know best. I don't kill anything but targets. It was another person who did it. I just cleaned up."

"Ho."

Silence flows. The sorcerers kept glowing as they flashed.

I wonder if it will be over soon while I watch it.

"... not to you, but I gathered all our hands. Do you know who did it?"

Cain's appearance glistened to a voice that included laughter.

I haven't seen him in a long time, a man of the same skill as myself.

"Red Reaper"

"... what?

"So it's The Red Reaper. I guess it was in his way. It was a brilliant job. All die instantly.... shouldn't we work out the members back from scratch?

"What a fool. The story is that Reaper died of the curse of Sahaja. … can't exist"

When I told him to mock me, he returned a frustrating answer.

You thought I was lying anyway. It's okay.

"Even if they say so. Then who was I? I didn't fight, but I don't think anyone has the same skills as me. And those red eyes. I think that's his proof."

"Red-eyed Reaper..."

When I told him about his most important feature, his eyes, the master just stopped wondering. Numerous assassins, he's the only one with red eyes. That's a fact that anyone knows.

"I think it's definitely him. I asked because I was concerned about the curse too, but I got teased. It's funny, you know, him. It's been a long time since I wanted to kill you purely."

"Stop. That's unacceptable"

I tried to make it sound like a joke, but it broke off lightly.

Oh, man. I shrug my shoulder.

"I know. He's the king's favorite, isn't he? I don't want to be executed for that either, so I'm not gonna put my hands on him."

It's a famous story that our king is obsessed with him.

"Hmm.... sounds like you could have a good souvenir. Can you bring him in?

I find myself stunned by the master who blows the challenge.

Get him with the same skill as me? He says a lot of unscrupulous things.

"I can't. He said he didn't want to go back."

"What if I said it was an order...

"It's sloppy.... but no. Me, it's time to go see my mother. I have souvenirs."

Now I put it on top of the prosperity, looking at the big hemp bag.

A souvenir for my mother. This time it's massive. Hope you like it.

"On my own......"

I'm more cocky in the master's voice. [M]

"Um, come on, I, you said you were angry. I should always say. I'll be on my feet, so I'll be alone."

"But this time the other guy..."

"Shut up, whoever you're dealing with. I'll follow the master's maneuvers, but this is all I can't give in."

If you don't listen to me, I don't work.

If I let that be included, there were signs of silence beyond the sorcery formation.

"... ok. But I can't do the next operation alone. I'll tell him to listen to your orders, so do it."

"... if you don't mind my target"

"Let's promise."

I nodded to the answer that came back without getting my hair in.

"Well, that's fine. Then I'll go home."

"First, I'll allow you to return home, but get rid of one thing before you do"

I still frown at the master telling me to do my job.

I think I've worked a lot today.

"Yeah? I've had enough souvenirs for my mother."

"Because of Reaper, you're the only one who can move there right now. Urgent.... one witness. Turn it off before Wilhelm feels you."

The words immediately occurred to me to a footman boy who was trembling at the scene.

Of course I remember. Because you deliberately snapped the target's neck in front of him.

With a massive splash of blood, he was just trembling with his eyes open.

The despair in his eyes that it might be his turn next...... I think that was really good.

"Him, huh? Yeah, okay. I'll put a piece on that by the end of the day. … so after that, don't complain about my actions"

If I conveyed my understanding with the threat, I would return the tongue strike.

"Shit. Understand, did you still bother to leave it alone"

'Cause he wasn't my target.'

It's obvious to me.

So I turned my heel back leaving him alone.

Turns out he wasn't going to be killed. He was unconscious, either out of his mind or just like that.

"You... you've been ignoring it as it is"

"Of course not. But I'm fine. 'Cause I recognized it right now."

"... you're the same. Put your face on Ajito when you calm down. That's good."

Copy that.

With words, the sorcerers written on paper lost their light. Sprout it with flame and turn it into charcoal.

I got a job to do before I left.

It's a hassle.

Bring the inverse cross rosary you always wear to the light.

The light reflected indiscriminately and gazed.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I could do another job. I'll be done in a minute, so wait."

Take the hemp bag on your shoulder. The contents moved around and I heard a bump.

Until just now, we change course and start walking slowly.

Around.

Every time the hemp bag rocks, it makes a dull noise.

Not really, I hope it's not crushed.

I don't think the bag leaks blood because it weighs a lot, but I don't like it getting dirty before I show it to my mother.

Yeah, but that footman boy had beautiful, empty eyes.

The look on his face, swallowed by despair, makes me wonder.

Will my mother be happy if I take that back with me?

The more I think about it, the more it seems like a good idea.

And when that happens, it's weird because troublesome additional work suddenly seems fun too.

Around.

Yummy and hemp bags rock up and down. Mother's souvenirs also rock together in the bag.

In keeping with that, I whistled in a good mood.

I feel good down the mountain road. Will he still be there?

- It's going to be a little late to get home.

"Come on."

When I took on the hemp bag again, something snapped -.