My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

Sorry, I fought sleep while writing, so there may be many typos and omissions.

After that, it wasn’t until near evening that I was finally freed from commander saran. The Vice Captain came to fetch me. Apparently they’d been looking for the commander ever since training ended. A lot of trouble for them.

Commander saran was literally dragged back to work. He was smiling more than usual at the time—does the commander have a masochistic streak? The Vice Captain didn’t hold back either, bumping him with a horn and such. Scary. Maybe scarier than the commander? Better not to cross them.

“Sorry about that. Our commander’s bad habit came out again.”

“…No, I actually heard some interesting things. I might visit the knight commander’s office again sometime, so thank you in advance.”

The conversation with the Vice Captain as they left replayed in my head.

Right, commander saran’s stories weren’t just things you could learn from a book. The early mythological tales and other legends were easy enough to picture, but there were some fairly complex stories too. If the person telling them doesn’t explain properly, you’re left completely lost. In a way, having a saran commander is something every household should have. If only there were a switch to turn off certain personality functions at times—that would be very helpful.

“Yeah, once the commander finishes sorting his paperwork. In other words, around this time the commander should be free, so feel free to come at any time you like.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

“My affairs are steadily decided where I’m not present…”

The commander looked off into the distance. Both the Vice Captain and I pretended not to hear and headed to our rooms. Apparently that treatment was fine for commander saran. I understood that well enough.

I had no appetite for dinner and didn’t go to the dining hall; I flopped down on my bed in my room. The commander’s words stuck in my ears and wouldn’t leave.

“For the past several decades, the Demon Clan has been our common enemy. By ‘we’ I mean, of course, everyone except the Demon Clan—the Human race, Beastmen, and the Elf race. They persecuted Demons, who had done nothing, merely because they could control demonic beasts, and drove them to the edges of the continent.”

That’s a light-handed kind of harassment. If it were me, I’d make sure to break their spirits completely—whoever sent the Demon Clan to Volcano must be a very soft person. Still, persecuted just for being able to control demonic beasts. That’s disgustingly unfair.

I stared up at the spotless ceiling.

“Still, what is going on in commander saran’s head?”

He’s got a memory that’s not human. He probably remembers every single word verbatim. It’s less that he’s just used to talking and more like he truly remembers everything—his gestures said as much. I can’t believe he’s the same kind of person as the rest of us. He might sulk if he ever found out I thought that.

May 1 — major corrections