My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

In the dark, deep sea, I thought I heard Akira.

And two killings that resonate with the body.

They awaken my consciousness.

"Aki, la... Akira...?

There are signs of Akira nearby.

An awesome shock wave is grinding the walls around me, but wonder my body was intact.

"Ha ha!! The princess is awake!

The boy's voice sounds.

I realized that the voice belonged to the green boy.

"You, unify the way you call Amelia. I was just calling you" The Princess. "

"That's stupid."

There is a sound of metal bumping into each other.

A wall near me shivered billibly.

"It's a princess who wakes up."

"This isn't in a fairy tale, it's reality. Yikes! Fucking kid."

After a few blinks, the sight in front of you becomes clearer.

My body's senses are back, too.

My fingers move.

Apparently my body is lying on the side of the labyrinth wall.

I woke my body up to support the wall of the labyrinth by moving my still senseless arm.

"Akira!"

"Stay right there, Amelia. You... you're the only one I'll ever let take."

Release the coat that Akira was wearing on me with her back to me.

The smell of Akira wrapped me up.

Very, very relieved.

As he slipped, his hand slipped on the wall of the labyrinth.

My body, which is about to fall, is supported by a warm feeling of dandruff.

"Yo, Le?

'Don't push it, Miss Amelia. Believe in the Lord and wait. "

He looked at me with a gentle look in his eyes, glaring at the warm colors of gold.

You stayed transformed, not the usual look of a black cat, but it's really Yor.

That warm body has leaned over to warm my cold body.

My tail gently wraps my body around every Akira coat.

I always felt it, wrapped in two reassuring smells, loose my mind.

"Yeah.... I always believe you. Neither Akira, nor Yor."

Akira, who is scratching and bleeding everywhere, is still hitting the blade and the spear with an intact boy.

Akira is losing more, but it's also amazing that she's so hurt by her demonic opponents.

"... Akira, looks like fun"

"The Lord's Hall also has about two minutes of power in this world, more than any other man or demon. Most opponents end up with a blow. Lord doesn't like trouble, so I won't bother looking for someone, but still... '

Jol turned his attention to Akira and the others.

Akira was laughing, being hurt and bleeding and supposed to hurt.

As much as I had never seen before, I was waving a knife with pleasure.

"You'll enjoy fighting opponents whose strengths are antagonistic. To the point of smiling unconsciously.... You don't seem to want to think you're a battle freak, but the Lord is an undisputed battle freak '

I really look like I'm having fun.

That figure wore it with Kirika practicing her sword alone.

"... envy"

Drowsy emotions overflow.

Probably didn't sound like Yor, but the words fell zero out of his mouth.

"Look, you haven't hit one yet. Sure, it's amazing how far you can stand demonic opponents, but you can't hit them. Then it doesn't make sense."

Sure, it's not a big wound, but it's bleeding out of a small wound, and Akira's face is blue if it's anemic.

Blood that seemed to belong to Akira on the ground had fallen slightly and extensively.

No, it's just scattered oddly enough for it to be falling.

It's like I'm dropping it there on purpose......

"No, I'm finally ready"

The boy frowned.

Akira grins niggardly and raises her hand horizontally.

"Even more so now..."

"'Shadow Magic' activated"

All the shadows in the labyrinth gathered to Akira.

Neither the two shadows that were illuminated by the lights of the labyrinth, nor the shadows of me and Jor, will be gone, the shadows of Akira.

"Scatter!"

In Akira's voice, the gathered shadows scattered.

It's a move I've never seen.

But Akira, as far as I know, could only use her own shadow.

You couldn't have collected and manipulated the shadows around you.

When......

The scattered shadows went somewhere to be led by something.

"Blood..."

When Yor looked at the blood scattered on the ground relying on his whining voice, a shadow was gathering in some size of blood.

"We are gathered in reaction to the slightest magic left in the blood... no, are we gathering?

Hold the hand Akira raised.

"Shadow Beast."

A shadow scattered over the blood, and took the form of a beast.

A wolflike, four-legged, bloodthirsty beast bites his legs, torso, and arms with a spear waved by the boy.

"Huh!!!!

The boy spun his body around and forced the beasts to shake off.

The shock determines the meat.

Now the boy's blood splashed around.

There is more bleeding than Akira.

The situation is reversed in an instant.

"Apparently, your blood and magic taste pretty good. Shadow Magic is delightful."

Akira says when she sees the shadow moving every inch at her feet.

Meanwhile the boy was staring at the blood he had shed.

"... Huh! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

And then I raise my voice and suddenly laugh.

It lagged behind as Akira pulled a little.

Soon the beasts made of shadows are gone.

"This is the pain...... This is my blood..."

The boy gripped the blood flowing from his own belly.

Only Yoru calmly watched as me and Akira pulled.

"All in all, the Demons are famous for their high magic and aggression, and that's all they tend to think of, but their defenses are also different digits compared to other species. Just a blade, of course, magic doesn't hurt that much.... as many people I know have never bled since I was born in this world."

If that's true, as far as the reaction goes, the boy was like that.

Seems happy to me that I have blood on me.

You look happy to feel the pain.

You look delighted to have the same color of blood as any other species.

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Really, it's the highest. We'd all be happy to find out there's a family like you."

The boy dropped his spear with a tranced grin.

And he's holding a whistle he took out of somewhere in the other hand that wasn't holding the spear.

"Because of you, you showed me the big moves. I'll respond to that, too."

I saw that whistle and remembered just before I died.

"Damn! Run, Akira!!

"It's too late."

The boy held the whistle with both hands and put it in his mouth.