My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

We stopped at a food stall that caught our interest and arrived at the contest venue, Mari.

While Amelia paused at a stall selling foods she'd never tried, and Ueno and Kazuki were killed time at a game stall, we barely made it to the contest right on time.

I had planned to arrive with more margin.

…By the way, watching from above, I wondered if Amelia’s stomach was a black hole or something.

The food she was holding in both hands was swallowed by her without needing anyone’s help, and she bought so much at the stalls that men who were about to speak to her gave up and left.

Maybe because I told him, Kyousuke, who stood beside Amelia as if to protect her, looked a little strained.

“Finally, huh.”

Once we reached Mari, the crowd that had been pushing and shoving dispersed and the view cleared.

Only the contestants and their companions remained.

There wasn’t much of a gate, so I thought some non-participants might be inside, but perhaps because Mari didn’t have many food stalls, there were no faces other than contest-related people.

Still, it was a huge number of people, but it was open enough that I could make out Crow and Mr. Zeal walking toward us.

“Mmm, it’s fine. It’s a festival after all. It’s something to cut loose and have fun with, right?”

Amelia, who was enjoying herself the most, said while swallowing the last bite of what she’d been holding.

I landed next to Amelia and deactivated my presence concealment.

“Anyway, let’s get into the contest hall. We’re drawing too much attention here.”

Feeling the surprised stares from the heroes at my sudden appearance, I steered them toward the contest reception.

Because Amelia wasn’t eating anything at the moment, her beauty was on full display.

As a result, despairing glares from women who looked like contestants and heated looks from the men accompanying the female contestants pierced Amelia from all directions.

She’s probably used to being the center of attention and doesn’t notice, but as the one dating her, I can’t tolerate it.

“...By the way, who’s entering?”

I checked, and Amelia, Hosoyama, Ueno, and the hero raised their hands.

“This hardly ever happens, you know? I thought it looked fun!”

“I’d always been interested in modeling anyway.”

“The probability of winning the prize tripled.”

Putting aside energetic Ueno and model-built Hosoyama, Amelia who only has eyes for prizes is something else.

Furthermore, even if Ueno or Hosoyama wins, Amelia clearly plans to take the prize.

When I glanced at the hero, he rubbed under his nose bashfully.

“I-I was interested too! Besides, I heard there’s a small prize for the men’s division, and if it’s food, I’ll give it to Ms. Amelia.”

Amelia’s eyes lit up at those words.

“Really!?”

“Y-yeah.”

Even the hero was put on the back foot and forced to grin at Amelia’s appetite.

It was our turn at reception.

“Please fill in the name of the entrant here, and present something that can verify your identity. The companions should do the same.”

At the receptionist’s words, everyone showed their Adventurer Guild dog tags.

Quick and effective ID.

…Still, only asking for a name and ID — security’s surprisingly lax, huh?

As the receptionist checked everyone one by one, she froze when she saw Amelia’s dog tag.

“Oh, uh? Ah, um, please wait a moment!”

Well, if the Elf race’s princess had come, that reaction was to be expected.

Watching the receptionist hurry off to fetch someone higher up, I thought so.

In Beastmen territory, people had noticed Amelia’s beauty, but no one realized she was an elf princess.

The Elf race tends to withdraw into the Forest Continent, so perhaps their renown is low.

Although her name and occupation seemed to be widely known.

“S-sorry to keep you waiting, Princess Amelia.”

After a short while, someone who looked like the person in charge approached, hands that looked like they might fawn at any moment. He managed a fragile smile, but stared Amelia over from head to toe.