The Lazy Boy Is, In Fact, the Strongest and Most Brutal Assassin. - Chapter 34: Even If I'm Called A Princess.

Even If I’m Called A Princess.

“Huh? What did you say?”

Il furrowed his brows in confusion.

“That’s why, that’s why—The princess!”

“Yes, she’s the princess!”

As if to say “How could you not know?” the two girls on the other side of the table flailed their arms about.

Except for the opposite parting of their hair, the two girls had identical faces. They both had greenish shoulder-length hair and emerald green eyes, and their voices, which echoed in surround sound, were nearly identical. Even their outfits matched perfectly—frilly, deep blue dresses.

It was immediately obvious: they were identical twins, too blatant to miss.

“Alright, alright. I get it, she’s a princess, but no way I’m playing bodyguard. Since when did nocturnals like us become errand runners?”

Il said grumpily, propping his cheek with his hand, as he looked at the girl sitting on the right—Kurikara. The corner of her mouth, peeking out from under her hood, twitched slightly.

It was a bit past sunset. The scene was set in a room in a high-end residential area, in the mansion of a slave trader. The green curtains swayed gently as the conversation unfolded.

On his way back from the guards’ station, Il had been forcibly brought here by a silver cat who had been waiting for him, claiming, “It’s a job request.” The cat had pushed him through the door with the promise of handling the job quickly so that Il wouldn’t be late for dinner and anger Nisha.

But upon opening the door, there were the twins, waiting with Kurikara.

In truth, though the twins looked youthful, they were actually a bit older than Il. Moreover, they were daughters of noble families, and ranked A-level assassins.

‘The bargain bin of traits.’

That was Il’s first impression when he met them about two years ago.

“It may be a little unconventional, but this isn’t a request that falls outside of our usual work, ‘Worst Illness.’ The request is to ‘assassinate those attempting to kill the princess,'” Kurikara said, almost in a lecturing tone.

The girl on the left side of the table chimed in loudly, “That’s right!”

“Shut up! Quit talking, Left!”

“I’m not ‘Left,’ I’m Millie!” she retorted.

By the way, the one with the part on the right is Millie, and the one on the left is Hilda. But their positions are usually the opposite, which makes things quite confusing.

“Well, fine, let’s say it’s our job. But why does it come to me? Because I’m a government official? Tough luck. A little nobody like me isn’t going to meet a princess, let alone see her from afar!”

As soon as Il said this, the twins exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

“Ahaha, so you don’t know!”

“Poor ‘Worst Illness’!”

“What? You two are starting something? If you’re picking a fight, I’ll take you on!”

As Il glared at them, the twins looked at him with confused expressions.

“Why would we pick a fight? We love Worst Illness so much!”

“Yeah, we love him, we love him! We loooove him!”

The straightforward affection thrown at him made Il’s face twist, as though something had gotten stuck in his throat.

This was, in fact, a regular occurrence.

These two innocently repeat “I love you” so many times that Il always feels incredibly uncomfortable. After all, he’s lived a life where he’s more used to being disliked than liked. As a result, he has little to no tolerance for affection.

Recently, however, thanks to the crazy female slave who has taken up residence in his house and the little sister who competes with her by sneaking into his bed, he’s slowly building some tolerance toward women. Still, when affection is thrown at him so openly, he has no idea what kind of face to make.

“…Anyway, why don’t you two take it? You’re the nobles, after all. You should at least know the princess, right?”

“Impossible!”

“Totally impossible!”

“Why not?!”

““Because this time, we’re the ones who are the clients!””

“…Huh?”

(What the hell are they talking about?)

Il sent a look full of confusion toward Kurikara, who, peeking from beneath her hood, gave him a wry smile.

“Well, they’re not exactly the clients… They’ve acted as intermediaries for this job. The client is a renowned noble, so their identity is verified, and the reward is exceptional. It’s someone they want to owe a favor. And… The one who chose ‘Worst Illness’ for this job wasn’t these two, but me.”

“So, then why the hell me?! That’s exactly what I’m asking!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll meet the princess soon enough.”

“Huh?”

Not understanding what was being said, Il tilted his head, just as Millie leaned forward toward Kurikara.

“Hey, hey, Kurikara, by the way, how about giving us a job? Our allowance is in trouble this month!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“Wait, hey, hold on. I’m still talking—”

Completely ignoring Il’s panicked voice, Kurikara nodded slightly.

“Well then… How about taking care of a scumbag who uses women? I was thinking of assigning him to ‘The Last Kiss,’ but now that I think about it, maybe you two would be more suited for the job.”

““Yay, we’ll do it, we’ll do it!””

“I said, LISTEN TO ME!”

At this point, no one was paying attention to what Il was saying. When he looked toward the door, the silver cat had its paw on the doorknob, gesturing with its chin as if to tell him to leave.