Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Oh, peace."

Hanging out and alone, walking through the town south of Lintvlm.

The Princess, who finally acknowledged her own thoughts the other day and became a lover of both Prince Wang and Fame, is totally in her honeymoon, or even stuck with Prince Wang if she has time.

Nothing. I don't mind that. I know you two think of each other, and I know you want to mess with your freshly made lover, but just because those two are in trouble doesn't mean you can't just be.

If you think you two are sticking together and talking, the next moment you're in a hurry because you're kissing.

I don't often go into the love scene as it is, so I was trying to stay away from it unless they called me these days.

"If that mightiest prince is with you, you have nothing to worry about."

A man who never fails to be vigilant. Besides, there is an intense bond between Prince Wang in that room.

I don't want to disturb you, and I've been out of town all this time because I have things to do.

"Hmm..."

- - Recently, the number of assassins in Sahaja has increased.

It was my grandmother who told me softly.

My grandmother's house, where I've been immersed a lot. My grandmother has cautioned me when I was drinking my usual tea.

"Look... Don't forget my advice."

Speaking of advice, I can only think of about the words "one breath down".

Besides, I'm already done talking about whether or not to tell Prince Wang who I am.

And yet I never thought I'd be told that, and I got upset.

The old lady looks at me and points at my face. He was pressed as he walked between his eyebrows.

"I'm angry that you didn't let me live, even though I gave you a tip."

"Bubba, grandma?

"I told him so far. You'll notice when you do."

He didn't answer me no matter what I asked him any more. I really don't know what a witch is.

It's the witch who doesn't know but doesn't say anything that makes no sense.

After hearing about it, I decided to explore the town every time I could.

"That said, assassins haven't been hanging around since daylight."

Increasing, even if they say, assassins are basically night business.

In order to prevent him from finding out, he lives in the middle of the day with a normal face and being misled by the civilians.

So it's normal to not know unless you have one that looks like it or it's killer.

Unless you're familiar with him, I'm sure he knows me...

"Uh-huh. Yeah?

I got a weird voice.

Streets lined with lots of open air. A man came out of one of those stores and received the goods.

It's the apple that has it. He grabbed a bite of it and smiled contentedly.

An open-air shopkeeper speaks to a man.

"Father, it's a corner, so take another one. Besides."

"Thank you. Don't hesitate to take it. God bless you."

"Hehe, don't light something up. It's okay."

The shopkeeper who put another apple in the man's hand. The man called the priest received it and carefully broke his hips. Face up. I got eyes on me with a face like nothing good.

I can't ignore it any more than I found it, and I raise one hand.

"... hey"

A characteristic reverse cross on the man's chest.

What a dumb greeting, but the man didn't change one complexion.

Tilt your neck tightly.

"Hey Cain. How about one for you?

"Hey, you know what? Why are you here? I thought you went back to your country."

"Hmm? That 's--"

He took a moment to wonder about me, and then he laughed disgustingly. Disgusting sticky grin. It's specific to the assassin. He opened his mouth even more slowly.

"... why am I here? I guess that's because it's my job."

Sharet's cat's eye stared at me, a black traitor wrapped in pitch-black priestly clothing, a work outfit.

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I never thought I'd see Sharet here.

No matter what an assassin you know, who would think you'd really run into him. And I didn't know it was him by any chance.

"You've been coming too far lately."

I missed the boulevard and brought my share to a narrow alley.

I grabbed the priest clothes and brought him in to drag them, but Sharet didn't even look at him constantly smiling and defying him. That makes me sick.

"Um, I'm sorry I'm a hassle, too. If they call me Sigoto, I'll have to go. It's the same everywhere you can't disobey the orders above."

"Share..."

Shh, and a share that says in a mild tone that he came to work with apples. Of course I know that.

Otherwise, there's no way a front-line assassin, known as a black traitor or anything like that, would come out to another country. Sharet said as he let him hang his back against the wall.

"It's a hassle to go home, and I'm going to be over here for a while. Of course, I can't say for sure because I had a client. With a real hassle. Come on. Anyway, I'm having a hard time getting ready downstairs... and I'd like to end it."

But Sharet laughed happily that this might be a good idea if I could see you.

Ask carefully.

"... Now I'm here to kill who"

"Hmm? It's a secret, of course. It's against confidentiality. Hey, Cain? I've thought about it before, but what the hell are you worried about? Who have you always come to kill? That's all."

"Shut up."

So much so that there are assassins coming at the black traitor level. It's definitely a pretty big deal of work. And if the other king was really involved, I thought the royalty was suspicious.

Then, naturally, even my husband, the princess, can't be irrelevant.

That's why I really wanted to ask you, but Share gets lazy.

I was annoyed to be honest.

Did you feel that, Sharet flaunted his shoulders exaggerating.

"I'm scared. If you're upset, you'll miss your goal. We assassins always have to be calmer than anyone else. That's what you learned, isn't it?

"Oh......"

That's about all I know. But I need to know what's wrong. 'Cause this guy doesn't always talk about the key thing.

Sharet sighs. But those eyes were definitely laughing.

"I don't have a choice...... It's really a secret, okay? I'll just tell you a little bit. That's about it. Well, I guess it's critical.... I've been involved in one job here the whole time. The plan is the final stage. That's right."

Cut the story, Sharet distorted the edge of his mouth.

A distorted lip is traced to the shape of a laugh. The lips slowly spinning the words.

"Originally, it was your job. - I'm taking over your job. Now you know?