My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

This is the last chapter for today. Once again, thank you all for your support and I hope you enjoy these three chapters. Ill see you next week.

ED: Ignite

Yoru was flustered when Akira collapsed onto the bed, but after being told by Kurou that he had only fallen asleep, he gave a sigh of relief.

Quite a few magicians died due to magic depletion.

Naturally, Yoru would be worried.

It was said that just breathing consumed the magic of humans.

This was purely what the demons believed, he didnt know if this was true.

However, he certainly lingered on the verge of death for a moment.

Even though Yoru knew that he wouldnt die, he couldnt help but think that he had stopped breathing.

even so, Im surprised he didnt die.

Kurou muttered this.

Yoru was hesitating as to whether or not he should discuss with Kurou about what had happened with Akira.

Yoru did not think that the magic would have a mind of its own or anything like that, and Akira did not tell Yoru and the others about the conversation he had with Saran.

Therefore, Yoru did not think that the magic would heal his master either.

Master-dono had become strange!, was the primary conclusion that he could come up with.

However, it certainly was odd, but Yoru had no problem keeping it to himself.

Kurou was staring at the worried Yoru, wondering what was wrong with him.

what. If you have something to say, then spit it out already. Im going to go.

Kurou coldly looked down at Yoru who was on top of the bed.

As one would expect, Yoru too was subdued by those eyes and started talking.

He told him about how Akira had exhausted his magic, and how even though his condition was like that of him waiting for death, he had recovered.

As well as the voice that he had heard at that time.

its not a self-recovery type magic. First of all, how did the depleting magic replenish itself?

Kurou, who was muttering something, spat that out, and Yoru moved closer towards Akiras face.

He pressed his paw down onto Akiras forehead.

nn.

Fumu. It doesnt seem like a fever. Those who had used a large amount of magic generally develop fevers afterwards.

Akira slightly scrunched up his face at the cool touch of the paw.

Stirring restlessly, he tossed and turned, holding onto Yoru who was right next to his face.

ah, Master-dono? oi, Kurou, help me.

As expected, he couldnt attack his sleeping master to forcibly break out his grasp.

Moreover, his master was completely unconscious, so it was increasingly harder to do so.

He had requested Kurou to help him, but he was no longer in the room.

That bastardhaa, dont overdo it, Master-dono. If Master-dono dies, I will as well, more or less.

When Yoru was explaining the ritual, he felt that this man who was not afraid of death was interesting, but now, he just wanted him to be safe.

TN: the ritual was the one they underwent to establish the master and familiar bond

Or else, Yorus heart wouldnt be able to take it.

To begin with, Yoru did not plan on dying.

He had been ordered by the demon king to go to the depths of the dungeon to serve as his messenger, and he had the resolve to die, but that was then.

He had been thinking of getting out of it somehow.

Maa, he ended up leaving like that, but since he was able to meet an interesting human, it was fine.

Anyway, Yoru didnt want to die yet.

Thats why, he will live together with Akira.

After all, he was Akiras familiar.

Since Yoru would die if Akira died, everything would be fine if he protected Akira.

that was what he thought.

However, perhaps this master of his was prone to getting caught up in troublesome matters and incidents.

He was constantly getting hurt and dancing with death at every opportunity.

Since his physical abilities and status were in a completely different league, this was the first time that Yoru had seen him being exposed to danger. Even when they were in the elven territory, if it were normal humans, that first arrow wouldve hit them, and they wouldve already left this world.

Im begging you, dont die.

Yoru brought his head closer to Akiras cheek, all the while still being held tightly in Akiras sleeping embrace.

This behavior was unbecoming of a monster who was prideful, but Yoru didnt care.

They had gotten to know each other in the lower level boss room in the dungeon, so he was already used to it.

According to the original contract, they would always cuddle before going to bed.

He snuggled up to him, as if to make a request.

Dont die.

He muttered this over and over, as if he were praying.

Yoru did not realize that those feelings were not just because he didnt want to die.

Seduced by the warmth, Yoru had started to doze off, his head on Akiras arm.

Master; dono.

After waiting for Yoru to have completely fallen asleep, Akira slowly opened his eyes.

He had felt something within his arms, and woke up.

dont worry. I wont do something like this ever again. I will not die. Not until I get home.

And so, using Yoru as a body pillow, he fell into a deep sleep once again.