Spending time with Elshe really makes the day go by fast.


    Today, we get into bed together and talk as we lie down.


    At first Erche is so excited that he doesn''t stop talking, but after all, his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier because he''s been playing with them all morning.


    Elsie''s eyes are just barely open in my arms, and I''m stroking her head to put her to sleep.


    I stroke her head and pat her back in a steady rhythm as if tucking her into bed.


    ''Goodnight, Elshe.''


    ''Yeah ... good night, brother ...''


    With one last cute smile on her face, a happy Ershe went into a dream.


    A very pretty, comforting sleeping face to watch.


    I don''t want to sleep like this, I want to keep looking at it.


    But........that''s not possible.


    I raise Ershe''s head, which is using my arm as a pillow, and pull her arm out a little.


    I tuck the pillow under her head so that the height doesn''t change.


    ''My brother''s arm pillow is more comfortable to sleep on than my usual pillow!


    That''s such a nice thing to say, lovely Elsie.


    Did she say it with me in mind, or did she really mean it?


    I don''t know, I''m sorry.


    Today, you''ll have to put up with a normal pillow.


    I try to get out of the covers so I don''t make a sound.


    But..........


    "..........


    Hmm......


    Ershe was grabbing the sleeve of my shirt with an infinitesimal amount of force.


    It''s the kind of power that can be removed without any resistance if you move without noticing.


    But the hand that doesn''t have the power to stop my movement has the maximum amount of desire to hold me back.


    I don''t want to go, I want to sleep next to Elsie.


    I don''t want to think about it, I want to greet the morning together.


    But...!


    I''m sorry, Elsie.


    I''ll take your arm gently holding the hem and put it under the covers because it will be cold.


    I won''t be your hero but I''ll do whatever it takes to protect you.


    So I have to go.


    I get out of bed and take the letter I wrote while Ershe was taking a bath out of my pocket and place it in a prominent place.


    I don''t know what this request is about, but I don''t think I''ll make it home before morning.


    And - I don''t know if I''ll make it back alive.


    So I will definitely have words to write in the letter I''m leaving to Ershe.


    --I''m so lucky to have been born before you. I love you, Elsie.


    I couldn''t have protected you if you''d been born after Elsie.


    That''s the only thing I can be thankful for in my parents, whose faces and names I don''t even know.


    I take one last look at Elshe''s sleeping face and drop my lips to her cheek.


    He smiled ticklishly, despite being asleep.


    After seeing that, I left the room with a happy feeling.


    As I walked down the long, dark hallway, my happiness diminished.


    It''s okay to go down.


    I''m about to be asked to kill someone.


    ''I''ve been waiting for you, Elena.


    Every time I hear that voice, my discomfort increases.


    I''d rather kill it, but I sigh once to keep my cool.


    ''So don''t call me names.


    I don''t want this guy to call me names.


    He''s done the dirty work, he''s got blood on his hands that can''t be washed away, but that''s not his name.


    This name my friend gave me.


    ''You don''t have a name?　Neither do I. Would you like to wear one of those?


    Then he gave me the name Elena.


    It was so soon after we met that he thought I was a girl, even though my name sounded like a girl.


    He told me he would name me again when he found out I was a guy, but I refused.


    I liked the name, because I liked it.


    So I don''t want this guy, that girl I don''t want to have the name that Nina gave me tarnished.


    You''re late. "You''re late." "I''m not spending time with Nina. You don''t want to be late for your time with Nina.


    I''m sorry about that, but I don''t think I can agree with you about this being a priority.


    Well, all right. Just do your job and you''ll be fine. I won''t do anything to him.


    Yeah, I''ll definitely kill you if you do.


    If you hurt Elsie, I will kill you.


    She''s all I have.


    ''Hmmm, I know. If I kill him, for example, you will kill me. No matter what you have to do, no matter what the cost. That''s why I employ you, because I''m prepared to do that.


    Even if you glare at him with serious killing intent, this guy takes it lightly and laughs deliberately.


    He''s better in terms of standing, but when life and death are involved, he''s on equal footing.


    He can easily kill something I care about, and I can easily kill him.


    We''re only working together because we''re both useful to each other now.


    I have no compassion for this guy, and if it weren''t for Ershe, I''d rather kill him right now.


    That''s what I would be to them.


    ''''Well, now that the fun story is over, let''s get to the point.


    I''m just getting tired of hearing all this shit.


    He doesn''t respond to my words, but continues, "This assassination mission is very important.


    "This assassination mission is very important. If I can pull it off, I will be very well known in the underworld, and I will be at the top of my game.


    I don''t care about this guy''s rise in status, but a request that would make him so famous in the underworld?


    I don''t know what kind of thing it is, but I''m sure it''s a hell of a request.


    ''Here, read it,''


    I took the paper that was handed to me and followed the words.......It was a better request than I expected.


    ''Are you sure about this information?''


    ''Yes, of course. It was published by the other side, and it''s well backed up.


    But I didn''t expect........so soon after what happened.......!


    The request was written in the book.


    "Leonardo Carlo Begonia, the current King of the Kingdom of Begonia, and Christopher Leo Begonia, the First Prince. and the First Prince Christopher Leo Begonia. Assassination of them.