I'm an assassin.
I live in a cave.
Please don't ask me why I live in a cave.
Anyway, as an ordinary assassin, I live off my youth and squander my next life. I've never imagined what the future might hold. Some people say I shouldn't just drift through life, but... oh, who cares? I can barely support myself as it is.
Still, the goddess of misfortune seems not to have completely abandoned me, perhaps because I'm her loyal follower. Yesterday, someone left a commission for me at the tavern.
Before long, I realized I'd set foot on a road with no return.
And this was how that gigantic pit began, in an utterly unremarkable way.
There's plenty of fiery chemistry between bad friends, plenty of flirtation between charlatans, and there is romance between a man and a woman. But the heroine doesn't show up until the second half, so there probably won't be much of a romance plot...
Revised and restarted. The outline is ready. We won't abandon this story.
For some reason, the face corresponding to Cinderella (no—) is the card man from Hellsing's South American chapter...
This is a poisoned dagger! Seen as the fairy Cinderella...