Reincarnation of a time magician-The Irregular at Magic Academy, in fact it was the strongest time magician

side: The third prince, Crane Rosenberge

Klein Rosenberge grew up from an early age in comparison to his two great brothers.

"Puppeteer", who had extraordinary talent in academics and brains, was the first Prince Berg Road.

And the second treasure, Wilhelm, the treasure of Rosenberge, who had overwhelming magical skills among his brothers.

Crane, who has worked hard in both schooling and magic, has remembered that she never beat her two brothers in the end.

Inevitably, Crane learned to "do not compare himself to others" as a sacred art.

There is no need to excel.

People are people. I am myself.

That's fine if you do your best and do your best.

That idea has helped Crane grow.

Combined with the innate nature, Crane has grown into one of Rosenberge's top players.

I live happily as such and I am not interested in the throne.

It is a dissatisfaction that the growth of the appearance stopped at the age of ten due to the failure of a magic experiment involved in childhood.

I've been very dissatisfied with the nickname "Small Wizard" that has been around for some time.

Well, it's divisible that sometimes things don't come to life.

"Is the stupid brother back?"

It was one day that the butler reported.

"Yes, he came back with the opposition of the doctor in charge. He seems to have gathered doctors from all over the country listening to what he said with a lot of money and started rehabilitation to enter the succession to the throne."

"go to see"

"No, Crane! It's an important time before the succession to the throne. Poor contact is a big risk."

"I don't know.

Walk through the luxurious corridors of the Arnen Elbe Palace.

Crane went to her brother's room.

In front of the room, doctor-like figures, butlers and cooks serving Wilhelm come and go.

"Crane ...?"

Without seeing their surprised faces, Crane slipped through the people and opened the door to the room.

"Yo, stupid brother"

"Hmm?"

Elder brother with a bandage on his leg raises his face from bed.

"Oh, it looks like you're still fine, Chibi Crane."

"Hey small"

That was my brother's conversation after a long absence.

I want to talk with them.

To Crane, the second prince Wilhelm made time.

Although Wilhelm's butler objected, Klein knows he is not the kind of person he hears quietly.

"It's been a long time, you! Since the representative training camp?

"That's why you say it's small. It's three millimeters long, three millimeters. Don't hit it.

"I'd rather go down. I felt like my body would fly if the wind blows. My brother is quite worried."

"It's extra care, so don't stroke me. It's annoying."

Being treated as a child is one of Crane's least favorite.

Nevertheless, he knew that protesting a single-celled stupid brother who could only fight was useless.

"I don't have time to rehabilitate.

"Isn't that good? It's been a long time, so let's talk about it."

"I refuse. I'm busy."

"I still can't be with you.

"This is the body of a child.

Crane says.

"Who was killed"

The air in the room changes.

Pin and tight air are flowing.

"I don't have any trouble if you understand. I'm drunk and I'm five people. If I'm not, I'm dead."

"Sure, you know. Few big brothers can hurt you that much. Are you a professional in front or behind the scenes?"

Wilhelm sighs.

"... Well, to be honest, it's a hit. I just want to think and hopefully believe."

"teach me"

"Have you heard of the assassination cult?"

Crane knew the name.

An urban legend in the underworld.

A group of assassins who have superhuman skills and physical abilities and always kill the target requested.

Crane knew they existed.

I had once met a person who was involved.

The most threatening thing is its thorough secrecy.

The President of the United States, the exiled prince, and a living god of an emerging religion.

While killing countless dignitaries, the name of the organization is not yet known in the table society.

The culmination of the assassin who hides in the darkness of the world. Professional killing.

"Someone asked them,"

"I hope you don't want to believe it. Be careful. You're a strong candidate for the king.

"I know. It's okay because I'm vigilant unlike my fool."

Not only in Rosenberge, but also in fights for succession in the throne, such out-of-field fights are involved.

Crane was as careful as she could to guard herself.

"If I'm going to be targeted, are they fucking big brothers and hiss sisters?"

"Surely it is"

Wilhelm nods.

"And Nina is in danger."

"... I guess."

With the exception of Klein and Wilhelm, most brothers and officials thought Nina was a distraction.

An abominable child born with white hair and red eyes.

Defectives The name of Rosenberge can be tainted.

In the back of the forest, there is only one old maid besides Nina in the Western-style house surrounded by walls.

If targeted, it will not be safe first.

"I'll ask the guards for acquaintance with the guards of the Western-style building."

"ask"

"I guess it's not someone I can manage somehow."

Crane sighs.

At last, there will be no life if targeted.

I pray that my pitiful younger sister will not be targeted by a scary monster.

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A starless night with thick clouds covering the sky.

The two butlers take out black clothes from under the floor that they removed in their unlit room.

"I get to work"

"all right"

The two dissolve in the darkness outside without being realized by anyone in a movement away from humans.

I headed to a Western-style house surrounded by walls, deep in the forest.

The target is Nina Rosenberge.

The 17th princess of this country.

"Nineteen,"

There were more guards around the wall than usual.

"what will you do?"

"No problem. I can do it in seven seconds."

"As expected, what is a single digit?"

"It doesn't even hinder you. Putting the target first."

"all right"

An efficient organized security net.

But the more sophisticated it was, the easier it was for them.

They are professional too, but they go further.

The man was called Scorpion.

Among the assassination cults, the thirteenth staircase is the title that only thirteen of the brilliant people are allowed to claim.

He was in the seventh rank and was one of the youngest and best-in-class at the 13th step.

The two easily break through the security net and jump over walls nearly three stories high with superhuman physical abilities. Get off in the Western-style garden.

For those who have acquired physical abilities away from humans through banned drugs, magic, and training, such barriers are not even an obstacle.

"No problem"

That was when the man who was working as a partner was going to the Western-style building.

"--wait"

Scorpion said.

His eyes are sharply poured into the Western-style building in front of him.

"What happened?"

"There is a trap"

"trap……?"

A man staring at the Western-style building, which was obsessed with suspicion, was breathtaking.

"What is that ..."

It was a thread that was cleverly stretched out of sight.

Like a spider's thread, it is stretched around the mansion.

"It's the thread of the water current. At that speed, even rock would break."

"Water thread ..."

It must have been only a princess and an old maid.

Who is that elaborate magic trap?

The two who were thinking about them did not notice.

"--What are you doing"

The real threat was that it was already imminent.

(―――― !?)

Standing behind them is a masked man wearing a black suit.

However, the Scorpion remains unaffected by unexpected events.

Engraved combat skills reflexively select the best intercept behavior.

Assassin's Ice Blade ""

Twenty-nine daggers were released.

One of Scorpion's best attacks, with four hand-throwing knives and twenty-five ice magic blades in a flash.

Its skills are above all specialized in speed.

Polished surgical start-up speed and accuracy.

All to reap the subject's life.

Even if God is the opponent, I will kill you at this time.

A flash released with absolute confidence

Magic to erase time

However, he could not injure the black mask.

(―――― !?)

Scorpions do not understand what happened in front of them.

It didn't look like the black mask was doing anything.

But as a matter of fact, all the fastest blades released are empty.

What …… what the hell happened…! ?

Scorpion's decision was quick.

Jump over the wall and run through the dark forest at full speed. escape.

The partner man who arrived late is a decoy.

First of all, it is our priority to survive.

The black mask did not make any further attacks.

Escape to Arnen Elbe Palace. The Scorpion glances behind for a few moments.

Did he successfully scatter them?

No, no.

(Missed ...)

The black mask dared to miss us.

I can't see her, but she does feel her gaze.

(Is it easy for us to escape?)

The Scorpion can't control his sway as he runs through the hidden passage in the palace.

Something lurks in this throne succession.

Behind the world, there is a monster who knows one vertex and can not even measure its strength-

Scorpion's spine had been cold for the first time in years.