The Lazy Boy Is, In Fact, the Strongest and Most Brutal Assassin. - Chapter 6: It's Hard To Be Loved.

It’s Hard To Be Loved.

“…That’s basically how it is.”

While sipping his dinner soup, Il let out a deep sigh, looking completely defeated. At the same time, there was a loud “crack!” sound from the seat in front of him.

“So… what you’re saying is, from tomorrow, you’ll be spending all day with that pretty girl, right?”

Il was stunned. The iron spoon in his sister’s hand had snapped in two. Not bent—completely broken.

“Uh, no, I mean, it’s not like we’ll be together all the time, and it’s not like it’ll be just the two of us. You know, her late father’s apprentice will be there too, and her younger brother. So, it’s not anything like what you’re imagining. Absolutely nothing!”

However, the ominous atmosphere surrounding Nisha showed no signs of lifting.

“So, from your perspective, who’s cuter? Me or that girl?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t really think who’s cuter is… relevant…”

“Which one is it?”

Nisha leaned forward across the table, staring up at him with piercing intensity. Il, overwhelmed, could only muster a strained smile.

“Haha, w-well, of course, it’s you! There’s no way there’s a girl in this world cuter than you. Honestly, Nisha, your cuteness is out of this world! When you smile kindly, even the sun blushes and sets in the west.”

“That sounds even more fake. You can’t just exaggerate everything, Onii-chan.”

As Nisha glared at him with even more suspicion, their mother, looking exasperated, gently stepped in to scold them.

“Nisha, the other person has a right to choose too, so there’s no need to worry so much. Honestly, I think only someone like you would be into something so… unusual.”

“Mom… ‘unusual’ is a bit harsh, don’t you think? I mean, I am your son, after all.”

“Yes, yes. If you look closely, my brother actually has a pretty cute face. Sure, his eyes are dead and creepy, and… no, not just creepy, I hate them. When I make eye contact, I even feel nauseous. As a human being, he’s trash—cheap, sneaky, and absolutely at rock bottom—but ‘unusual’ is a bit much.”

“Hey, Nisha! You’re saying far worse things!”

Il’s face fell into a serious expression, but Nisha continued her tirade, waving the spoon handle, the only part left intact after it had broken.

“Any-way! I’m going to complain to Uncle Bodoin! Making you do something so dangerous, and on top of that, telling you to spend all your time with that girl—absolutely not! I won’t allow it!”

“Wait!? Nisha! Calm down, you can’t do that!”

As Il placed a hand on his excited sister’s shoulder, she quickly shoved it off with force.

“I knew it! You do want to flirt with that girl, don’t you?! No way! I won’t allow it! If you’re going to cheat, I’ll spread rumors that you’re madly in love with men!”

“Wait!? The damage to my reputation would be way too big!”

“Shut up! You’re just… you’re just…”

Nisha threw the broken remnants of the spoon onto the table and dashed outside.

“She should just get a boyfriend!”

“And you’ve never even had a girlfriend!”

Il’s hand reached out in vain as his sister ran off into the distance. Desperate, he glanced at his mother for help, but she didn’t even pause from sipping her soup as she spoke.

“If you’re going out, buy a new spoon while you’re at it. For Nisha, using your allowance.”

“Mom!?”