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"I am Miluko Sinsa, fifteen years old, the second daughter of the Sinsa family, the foremost assassin family in Brana City."
I'm joining the Hero Squad starting today. Nice to meet you!
Inside the ornate carriage, the white curtains were drawn tightly, obscuring the figures of those inside. 4
Because the people on the bus weren't actually sitting in their seats, but rather crouching under the seats in the gaps where they could put their feet.
She imagined the scene of introducing herself in her mind over and over again, and countless possibilities for what might happen occurred in her mind.
Finally, she leaned against one side, looking somewhat exhausted.
"Why... did it just end like this..."
The Zinsa family is a well-known assassin family in the area.
Miluko was a shy child from a young age, but everyone in her circle knew her when she was little. They would say, "You're Miluko, the second daughter of the Sinsa family, right?"
So she came to the idea that "it doesn't matter if I don't introduce myself."
At the age of seven, she entered a magic academy in another large city, gave the most ordinary self-introduction, "I am Miluko Sinsa," and then sat down.
She left no impression on anyone, and no one was even slightly curious about her.
On the first day, she was supposed to have time to socialize, but she went back to her dorm early. When she returned on the second day, the class had already formed their own circles, and Mi Lu had missed the best time to make friends.
"Should we strike up a conversation?"
Milu sometimes has the same thought.
However, listening to others talk about where they've been, what they've eaten together, and what's happened between them, she just couldn't join the conversation.
When someone finally strikes up a conversation with her, she'll keep thinking about how to keep the conversation going.
Then you always miss the best time to answer, and the topic has already passed, and you regret why you didn't say it earlier.
"Anyway, I don't know what to say after saying 7, and the topic can't be continued. It's a meaningless topic anyway, so I'd better not say anything more."
She may not have clearly realized this idea at a young age, but subconsciously she had already accepted this behavioral pattern.
At what should have been the most lively age, she became a solitary child.
She eats alone, practices magic alone, does her homework alone, and even maintains minimal communication with her roommates in the dormitory.
She wasn't prepared to say anything if the conversation continued.
If you don't know what to say, you can't continue talking.
She graduated when she was eleven years old.
At a family social gathering, she discovered that her father was actually not a very talkative person.
However, even when her father didn't speak, people would often gather around him to chat, which was completely different from her situation of being alone.
So she asked;
"Dad, why do they still want to talk to you even though you never say anything when they're chatting?"
Her father told her.
"Because I am the strong one in their eyes."
"Strong?"
I don't speak because I don't want to waste my breath on them.
They speak to me because they want my approval and appreciation.
So all I have to do is smile at them or nod, and they'll keep talking to me.
"Wouldn't that be a waste of Dad's time?"
"It's supposed to be a form of entertainment to pass the time. If it's considered a waste of time, then all entertainment in the world shouldn't exist." —Wu
"Dad, when will you start talking more?"
"When exchanging experiences with strong individuals."
Listen carefully, Miluko: the silence of a strong person is composure; too much talk leads to mistakes.
The silence of the weak is a sign of a lack of self-confidence.
If you don't want to waste your breath arguing with the weak, then become strong.
"……Um!"
From that moment on, the seed of "becoming strong" was planted in Miluko's heart.
She also longed to hold a glass of red wine, stand in a crowd, listen to the people around her chatter away, and simply nod to them to make them happy and admire her.
Therefore, she made a meticulous plan to "become a strong person"!
First, intensify your training and become a powerful assassin in the family!
Then, he assassinated enemy generals and high-ranking officials, making a name for himself and becoming a powerful assassin known far and wide!
Finally, at the cocktail party, she wore a beautiful evening gown, held a glass of red wine, and stood among the crowd listening to praise and admiration!
From then on, Milu began rigorous training day after day, all in order to achieve her goal.
but……
In a certain year, the enemy country was gone.
I heard that a demonic invasion razed the entire country to the ground.
Upon hearing the news, Miluko felt as if struck by lightning.
What was supposed to be a joyous occasion for the people of her country turned into a devastating tragedy for Miluko.
Her success! Her evening gown! Her wine glass! The scene of her surrounded by a crowd!
It's all broken!
During those days, she stood in front of the notice board announcing the annihilation of the enemy country, scanning each word from top to bottom again and again, still unable to accept the fact.
The enemy nation is destroyed! The enemy nation is destroyed!! Waaaaaah, Lu!! 〔¤.［≠
At a certain moment, her gaze fell upon the words "demon race".
Demons... Demons...
That's right! Demons can destroy enemy nations! If I destroy the demons, wouldn't I become the world's strongest assassin?!
Suddenly, her gray world lit up again!
A scene of being surrounded by a crowd! Her wine glass! Her evening gown! Her success!
They're all back!
She will annihilate the demon race! She will become the strongest assassin!!!
……
"I am the Hero of Assassins... I will become the strongest assassin..."
Milu forced out two sentences.
No... that's not enough...
Her strength is not enough to wipe out the demon race!
She wasn't prepared at all, how did she end up here like this?!
"Click."
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and Miluko was startled awake from her reverie.
"Wait, wait, wait!!!"
Who on earth put her in the car?!
Oh, it was she who wanted to start a new life, so she got on the carriage.
"But, does a hero's party that's going to exterminate the demons need a piece of trash like me? Isn't it a bit presumptuous of me to just come here?"
"Should I just refuse to join the team...?"
Chapter 19 Hmm, messed up.
"Ah... I might as well just run away..."
Milu stayed inside the car, showing no intention of getting out even after the car stopped.
She regretted getting on the bus in the first place.
However… she got on the bus, seemingly for another important reason.
After discovering that she had been chosen as the hero and telling her parents about the mission, her father said something to her.
"Go, Miluko, you are a very talented assassin."
"Defeating the demon race is the goal of all humanity. With your abilities, you are sure to be able to kill the Demon King."
Her mother also said;
"Yes, Miluko, in the past few years your skills have surpassed your older brothers and sisters, and you are now the most capable among the younger generation in our family."
Go ahead, they'll approve of you.
……
When her parents encouraged her, she thought, "Yes! I'm so amazing! How can I not go?!"
But she thought about it for a long time in the car.
There's always someone better, and those chosen as heroes must be incredibly strong, while she's just a fifteen-year-old child.
What's the use of being good at something at home?
It's like in that magic academy, where even if you say her surname, no one will know who she is.
Once she leaves home, who does she think she is?
"knocking"
"babble!!"
The sound of knocking on the carriage door startled Miluko.