My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's

About a month—sorry to have kept you waiting.

And I’m sorry for stopping updates without saying anything!!!

I’ll explain in the activity report, but in short: decide on your preferred school early…

It had been only a few minutes since Yoru had left Amelia’s side.

“…Hah, hah. As expected, there are just too many of them.”

Amelia’s magical power could never be truly exhausted, but expending a huge amount of magic still wore her out.

If only Yoru would return soon. He hadn’t come back yet.

Well, knowing him he’d probably come back quickly, but it would still take a lot of time to carry the old people to a safe place and set them down.

“Until then, I have to hold this at all costs.”

Amelia raised her arms—both scratched and wounded—horizontally. The cuts would disappear in a few minutes, but there were still going to be many wounds.

Before her stood an army of roughly a thousand that she could see.

Counting those she couldn’t see—inside abandoned houses, behind other demonic beasts, and the blind spots—there might be over two thousand.

She could die and then cast revival magic on herself, but after being revived her magic would be drained to the bone; she wouldn’t disappear, but she wouldn’t be able to move for a while.

“Gravity.”

The ground and the monsters several dozen meters ahead sank.

In the depressed earth were dozens of monsters crushed flat as if by an immense weight from above; their guts spilled out and they were dead.

It was a fully R-rated sight.

Not something you could show kids.

Incidentally, in the town there were many houses half-crushed where Amelia, unable to worry about buildings, had pressed down partially—so even if people escaped the monsters, living here afterwards would be difficult.

“Yoru’s late.”

Hoping nothing had happened, Amelia cast gravity magic again against the monsters that charged recklessly without caring for the deaths of their comrades.

“Ohho. Is that so? That gravity magic is from that time… you’re the Elf princess, huh?”

A calm but distinctly childlike high voice came from somewhere.

Amelia turned her head. There shouldn’t be anyone else here besides her.

There mustn’t be.

Because that would mean someone had been left behind.

But that voice sounded oddly familiar to Amelia. She searched her memory for where she’d heard it before.

“Over here. Don’t you have presence detection or danger sense-type skills or something—?”

Looking toward the voice again, she saw a small child with hair and eyes like emerald green—cute, though not quite of the Elf race—sitting on the head of a long-necked monster.

If Shou had been here, he’d have called it a giraffe the moment he saw it.

Those green eyes seemed to be enjoying the situation.

And then she remembered.

“You’re… the Demon Clan who attacked the Elf territory a long time ago?”

She hadn’t even told Shou—nor her father the king—but among the monsters that had come from the labyrinth because of Kirika, there had been a Demon Clan member who commanded them.

For a single instant she’d seen a voice say “see you” and a green light. At the time she was still a child and didn’t understand what the Demon Clan was, but after growing up and learning their nature she became more convinced that what she’d seen was a member of the Demon Clan.

It had been too brief, so she’d hesitated about whether to report it to the king.

If Demon Clan members were appearing, that meant the demon king had started moving. If she’d misseen it, it would be terrible.

If Demon Clan members had appeared on the Elf continent Forest, they couldn’t ignore it; even the Elf race—who hated entanglements with other races—would have to enter into a cooperative stance. This was a major issue and she couldn’t judge it from a single instant.

“Oh! Gotcha! Really, I’m so grateful to your little sister, you know? She practically made the stage for us to come out!”

When Amelia tensed at the presence of a Demon Clan member, the green-eyed boy suddenly raised his tone in delight.