When I was eleven years old (the first year of junior high school), both my parents died. I inherited three things:
A luminous mechanical prosthetic eye, a legacy that cannot be spent in this lifetime,
and a heavy secret of "I killed them."
Until the woman in black robe said to me:
"Your eyes are not a curse, they are a gift.
Do you want to come to work in my assassin organization?
Food and accommodation are included, there is room to play, and there is no need to do homework. "
I looked at the pet duck on her shoulder,
I thought about the math paper due tomorrow.
Nodded.
——So my daily life became:
I bought milk tea while I was on a mission with my poisonous-tongued elf sister.
Helping a college student teammate correct his graduation thesis,
Holding the duck in your arms and going to heaven for a holy light massage,
Set a new record in the Hell's Spicy Wing Challenge.
But before that—
Captain, can I advance the bonus for today's mission?
I want to buy a new swim ring for the duck.
Purpose: I want the characters created by the anchor to come to life. They must be happy.