My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

I corrected the typos.

"...Onii-chan, where are you? Please come home soon. I beg you! I won't be selfish anymore, I'll help around the house!!"

"...Honestly, with that person and all the men around me, they all just disappear... cough cough!"

My sister and mother were searching for me with worried faces. It's been a long time since I last saw them. I wonder if my mother's face has gotten even more haggard.

...Ah, I want to go home. I want to go home. I won't spare any means to return.

"…A dream, huh. That was a pretty realistic dream."

"Ah! Akira, you're awake? Is breakfast ready yet?"

At the lazy voice from right beside me, I half-opened my eyes without thinking. When I sat up, Amelia was clutching her stomach and looking at me resentfully.

"Are you a serious crusher?"

"Shiriaru? Sounds tasty."

I was a fool to expect seriousness from her.

I pulled out the bread Commander Saran had prepared and the cloth-wrapped meat I had kept as a spare.

"...Akira, you were having a nightmare. Did you see a bad dream?"

"No, it was actually a happy dream."

I pictured my mother and sister and shook my head. I hadn't been home for a month. Homesickness is natural.

"I see. A dream about the family you left in the other world?"

"Yeah."

I toasted the bread a bit and grilled the meat.

Amelia drooled at the corner of her mouth. It's still raw meat, though...

Come to think of it, did I ever tell them I came from another world?

"If you use the world eye you can know anything. Like what Akira used as side dishes at night..."

"Hey! Don't waste your eye on nonsense!"

"Nonsense? It's necessary to shorten distance with Akira."

I slapped away her hand reaching for the bread and flipped the meat. Drawn by the smell, demonic beasts appeared. Some bipedal thing with a pig-like face. Level fifty-two, perhaps. I held Amelia back from getting up and casually threw a hidden weapon.

"...Akira, meat get."

"That won't taste good."

"Right. Meat you can't eat should vanish."

Amelia used gravity magic to crush the corpse. A waste of magic. Maybe it's normal behavior if your magical power is near infinite. The creature had dodged the hidden weapon, so it acted with some thought. Morning splatter—again. I've gotten used to it, but the smell is still strong.

"...If someone can throw that corpse far away, I'll give them the bigger piece of meat."

"I'm going."

Too easy.

"Let's eat."

"...What's that?"

"Oh, I forgot this world doesn't have the custom of giving thanks for food."

They say the Elf race are obsessed with knowledge. Maybe that's why she sticks with me.

While we ate, I taught her about Japan. She was more interested than I expected. Of course, while eating.

"Are there eight million gods?"

"Well, it's thought that gods dwell in all things."

Now that I think about it, I had this kind of conversation with Commander Saran too. It feels strangely nostalgic even though it was only a few weeks ago. I wonder if the hero is holding up. Has my classmate's curse been lifted?

"...Akira, tell me about your family."

"Sure. At home, there's a sickly mother and one younger sister. Mother's name is Yukari. My sister's name is Yui, she's one year younger."

"What about your father?"

...Father.

I gritted my teeth, remembering a broad back from when I was little.

"He went missing when I was in sixth grade, around nine. He couldn't handle a sickly mom and two kids and ran away."

"...I see."

Since then, my mother did piecework at home, and I secretly juggled multiple part-time jobs while keeping it from school to somehow keep the household afloat. Yui probably wanted to join club activities, but she endured and worked part-time too. I handled all the housework, including meals. Are they eating properly? It would be no joke if my family died from food poisoning or malnutrition before I return.

"...I have a sister too."

"Huh, surprising. You're the older sister?"

"Yeah. She's way prettier than me, can do anything, a perfect little sister."

"Is that so..."

The mood took a turn. I stared into Amelia's red eyes. The red that sparkled at the sight of meat was now dulled.