My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

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I have a new master. Well, “new” is the wrong word. My master is the demon lord. That hasn’t changed. The master is my second master.

My eyes belong to the demon lord. My ears belong to the demon lord. My nose belongs to the demon lord. But my feelings belong to the second master.

Even now, through my eyes the demon lord observes the second master. From what I’ve heard, the second master is an other worlder summoned here by a hero summoning. Hero summoning is a great magic that calls people from another world to defeat the demon lord. For the moment, the second master apparently has no intention of killing the demon lord, but if it comes down to it I’ve been told to side with the demon lord. By none other than the second master himself. Really, what a strange human.

Speaking of hero summoning, I’m surprised magic still exists, but the biggest surprise was that twenty-eight people were summoned. In past hero summonings, there has never been more than four heroes summoned. That’s what the records say.

I myself was born from the demon lord’s hand only a little over a hundred years ago. I’m still a newcomer among demonic beasts. I’m probably younger than Miss Amelia, the High Elf. …If I keep saying things like that, I’ll get a painless punch to the face.

Because of my upbringing, Miss Amelia’s knowledge is a bit skewed, and the second master is almost completely ignorant about this world. I’m the most knowledgeable among us. So, until he could move about, I answered the second master’s and Miss Amelia’s questions. Of course, on the condition that I wouldn’t answer anything that would put the demon lord at a disadvantage.

“Why can you talk when other demonic beasts can’t?”

‘Simple. As a messenger to the second master, understanding human language is very important.’

“Then why did you transform into a dragon? You nearly died.”

‘If that would be death, then so be it. Meeting the demon lord is a dream within a dream.’

I laughed at Miss Amelia, who pouted in frustration. The second master smiled a little too. At first Miss Amelia seemed like a very expressionless woman, but she shows plenty of expression when it comes to matters related to the second master.

“Also, about the ‘Demon Eye.’”

‘Oh? You want to know about another strange thing.’

“My benefactor had one… …but they were killed.”

When he said “killed,” a very strong killing intent surged from the second master. I involuntarily held my breath at its strength. Miss Amelia was sweating. If I don’t teach him how to hold back and control his power soon, the second master might never be able to live among humans.

“...A-Akira, I know you’re angry, but it’s painful.”

“Hm? Ah, sorry.”

I’m grateful to Miss Amelia for being able to speak within that chest-tightening killing intent. Once the pressure eased, I answered.

‘A Demon Eye is a phenomenon sometimes seen when one’s eyes are wounded by magic wielded by the demon lord or someone nearly as powerful. Your benefactor must have been quite a practitioner.’

“Ah, commander Saran was stronger than the hero, after all.”

The second master answered proudly. I don’t know the hero’s strength, but if the second master says so, he must have been a considerable practitioner.

...Saran?

‘Saran Misurei?’

“Yeah, I think that was the name.”

“Akira, I think Saran Misurei—”

Miss Amelia started to say something and then stopped. For the same reason, I closed my mouth. We exchanged eye contact and changed the subject.

The second master doesn’t need to notice that yet. Not the cruelty of this world.

“Akira, aren’t you going to ask about attack power?”

“Oh, right. Yoru, I’ve got a question.”

‘What is it, second master?’

Still, Saran Misurei... what a nostalgic name. Judging by the second master’s reaction, they must have been very fond of each other. Truly, the world is cruel and harsh.