The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World’s Aristocrat

My mother is a lot of different people.

I like to cook and cook my own dishes, and I'm better at home cooking than the extravagant ones.

I'm not very interested in luxury either in the first place, and I only have the least amount of jewelry and dresses.

I also avoided the occupational pattern on the table, the invitations to tea parties and parties coming like mountains to the Towahards family, whenever possible.

I even sew clothes at the end of the day.

"I think these clothes look good on Lug."

"... Ha, she's really cute, but I think she's girly and a little hard to move"

It flickers strangely and pushes clothes with excessive decorations.

I don't really like the design.

I don't suppose this is a common boy's aversion, rather?

It just makes me look sad when I say that, so this is the kind of rhetoric I get.

"Uh, Lug, don't you want to wear it?

"Well, I'm sorry"

"Mother, I worked so hard to make it... it really looks like Lug just wore it. Please!"

Mother lowers her head with both hands together.

"I think this is what girls wear."

It's not obvious, so I'm going to say it straight away.

"But I think it definitely suits me!

"Mother, you admit to being a woman..."

"'Cause I'm gonna make Rogue's favorite special duck roast for dinner today"

I understood love because I was born and raised in this house with love. I am deeply grateful for that.

So I'm trying to be a good son to these people.

Still, clothes like these girls......

My mother stares with her moist eyes.

"Okay, I'll wear it. But instead, roast duck, make it."

"I'll take care of it. You're going to call the painter while Lug's dressed. I need to paint a rug in pretty clothes and leave it behind."

"... I didn't allow you to go that far. Mostly, today is the day the Master of Sorcery comes, isn't it? Sorry to keep you waiting."

"So was that. Too bad."

Today we finally master the magic of the memorial.

Legend has it that mastery of witchcraft is weird when it screws up in the first step, and then it grows dull.

So my father and mother didn't teach themselves, they called professionals. Teaching witchcraft has certain qualities.

Being played with being my mother's dressing doll, it looks like the master of magic has finally arrived.... Helpful.

"Mother, you're already satisfied, aren't you? It's time to get dressed. I need to welcome my master."

"What are you talking about? That's why I'm going. Because it's the clothes I sewed for it."

Seriously? And when I complain with my eyes, I snort and squeak the clothes I was wearing on my chest until just now, so that they don't take them away from me.

My mother seems to be having fun.

Perhaps it's funny that I'm confused that I'm rarely upset.

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The servant calls me, I go to the reception room.

There was a girl and her squire who wore a form of robe, such as a sorcerer, and when she took off her hood, her silver hair flowed sarcastically.

This is the first time I've seen silver hair besides me and my mother. I thought she was very pretty.

The problem is at that age.

Probably around the age of ten.

It's just not a good idea to judge by your appearance. Even I already have the power to twist lightly if most of the soldiers and knights are in line.

In fact, her haunting magic is strong.

After eye surgery, I could see magic, but the magic of a girl far outweighs my father.

I'm pretty sure he's noble or knight at the magician's point, but this amount of magic, it would be a pretty noble blood muscle.

There are no exceptions, but if the parents do not have magic, they will not have a child with magic, and if the parents have strong magic, the child will also have strong magic.

This country has traditionally used something with magic, and multiply it with blood as strong as the nobles of high rank to make a strong child. Often, the strength of magic is proportional to the household pattern.

That is why the principals of Towahade, while noble, are themselves carrying out the assassination.... nobility can only be killed by nobility.

My father shows up and tells the girl to sit on the couch, and she sat herself down, so she becomes it.

Herbal Ties are brought in.

"I'm sorry you're busy with your legs"

"Never mind, it's that towaharde request. From Vicone, I'm a benefactor. He's also a thief."

"Ha, thieves are tough"

It was included when I said "that."

Probably, he's saying it back there. What you know to the back is quite limited, but a nobleman by the name of Vicone should not be in the Kingdom of Alvan. Who is she?

"Eh, so that kid over there is going to be my apprentice. I heard you were a boy?

"... I'm a good fit for a man."

After all, that's what they think it is with these clothes. I have trouble with my mother.

"These clothes are my wife's hobby."

"Oh, yeah, you are. Speaking of which, for a long time, that guy... hey, that's... I think he's too young to learn magic, huh?

He's a grown up, solid kid, but only for his age?

"Lug is special. You may not believe it, but at seven, this kid is better than most of his men. Both the front and back. Just like Dear Dia, he's a genius."

"If it weren't for Kian Towahade's words, I might have kicked ass with my parents. Fine, I'll teach you the basics in two weeks. However, if this genius, Dia Vicone, doesn't have enough talent to teach you, you're wasting your time, so I'll cut the training."

My father snorts.

If I don't show my talent, I can finally get away with it by my found master.

This guy can't get out of his mind.

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The training room in the mansion was not to be used, and the courtyard was to be used.

"Uh, I'll introduce myself again. My name is Dia Vicone. He's ten, but he's a lot better at magic than an adult."

"I'm Lug Towaharde. Instruction in witchcraft. Enjoy the whipping. I'm seven years old."

"Nice to meet you. Whatever you do, you need to know the strength of magic first. After all, it's useless to teach anything without more than a certain amount of magic."

That said, I'll have a colorless, transparent, bead-like tool.

"Lug, you can manipulate magic, right?

"I'm learning from my father."

"Respect is fine. My shoulders get stiff, I feel distant."

"Master Dia is a master."

"That's true. Let's make it lighter. Mostly, magic is tiring, but it seems stupid to be tiring outside of magic."

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but let's follow what the master says.

I remember these Nori from Dia.

... silver hair and a good face, more importantly, the atmosphere is nowhere near and resembles my mother.

"Okay. Let's quit saluting. So, what do I do with that ball?"

The salutation quits, and he takes on a different elemental self than when he deals with his father or mother.

I felt it was best to do so. Dia smiles contentedly.

"Grip it, magically. Until the magic is empty. Then you'll know the amount of magic."

He snorts and begins to work his magic.

It seems that something like this beeball has the nature to siphon magic into it.

I can even magic, keep putting it in. Dia snorted hard to do at first, but after more than a minute she started to sweat cold.

"It's weird that you can maintain that release for a minute and still have magic!?

"There's still room."

I'm not lying. I only use about a fifth of my magic.

In that evidence, there is no decay whatsoever in the magic flowing this way.

This beeball is amazing.

To date, I have experimented with many things to see if I could retain my magic in something else, but the metals available were wiped out.

"Damn, it is. Then go on."

"Okay."

Then keep putting magic into it.

Three minutes later, Dia's face was completely drawn.

... Actually, my magic power is close to a thousand times that of an ordinary person.

Even if I can't use magic, I've been using magic to keep working out. When the goddess gave me information about this world, I also knew how to increase the amount of magic.

The more magic you use, the higher it rises. Just use your magic to the limit to get up 0.01% or not.

It takes three days for a normal person to recover his emptied magic. Assuming that for a year, even if you run out of magic every time it's full, you finally get 10% more after 10 years of guts, whether or not you get 1% more magic. Maintaining the release of magic is terribly tiring, so no one can actually make it that stoic.

However, in my case, [super healing] recovers magic at a rate of 100 times, so I can train magic with more than 100 times more efficiency, and my health recovers at super speed, so my fatigue with magic release is not bitter.

Theoretically, I can multiply my magic power by 3.3 times in a year. Moreover, the recovery rate of [super recovery] increases with proficiency and becomes even more efficient.

The magic at birth had already swelled up to a thousand times, as it was constantly dripping massive amounts of magic. Without [Growth Limit Breach], the limits of growth would have come so far.... This is one of the reasons I chose [super recovery] and [growth limit breakthrough].

"No, no matter how much, that amount is weird!

"There is something. It's just that the tank's big and the release isn't that far out of standard."

But it's just a thousand times more magic to hold. The amount that can be released at a time is also slightly increased in workouts, but much less likely than increasing the amount of magic, about five times that of an ordinary person. This is far from killing a brave man.

That's why I'm interested in this beeball.

If you can keep an enormous amount of magic in you during normal times and free up the magic trapped in a bead at once, make up for the low instantaneous magic release for your magic holdings.

In response to that thought, Beeball made a picky noise and went in.

At that moment Dia's face turned bright blue and then bright red.

"That, throw it! As hard as you can! All the way up there!

With Dia's reaction, I was more or less able to predict what would happen next, so I'll do as I was told.

Turn all of your magic into physical enhancements and throw your beads high.

Though a seven-year-old, his physical abilities, enhanced by the synergy between Towahade's talent education and [super recovery], are high, not to mention strengthening his body with five times the magic of an ordinary person.

Beeballs became invisible in an instant...... a big explosion shone blue far above.

It's good to throw everything you can.

Powerful enough to think the mansion would have been gone if it had exploded near the surface.

The air trembled, the mansion wobbled, and a few broken windowpanes, even though it was an explosion far above.

Something went wrong and my father and mother came and my father opened his mouth to Dia.

"Dear Dear, what's that?

"I'm sorry. I, trying to measure Lug's magic"

"I mean, you think Lug did it?

With sharp eyes, my father shoots through Dia.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. It's my fault."

"That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking if Rugg caused it."

"Uh, mah, well, yeah. But not because of Lug, but because of me, if you're angry with me!

She still looks like a child even as an adult, and Dia closes her eyes shaking.

You think you're gonna get hit in the head.

But it won't.... because my father is not angry in the first place.

"That's amazing! Esri, did you hear that!?

"Yes, that's our son! I can't believe you're using such a tremendous magic of power!

"Um, but not for assassination. This is some kind of war-torn sorcery. Dear Dear Dear, next time, teach me magic for assassinations."

"Ha, ha. What, yeah, well, you're not angry?

"Um, Lug's first witchcraft was great. I'm glad Dear Dia left it to me."

Laughing, my father and mother go back.

"Well, I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm a parent."

I guess the two parents don't care except that their son caused all those explosions.

"... those are amazing people"

Dia was very careful and chose the words.

"So, Dia. I'll change the story, but can you tell me where you can get that transparent sphere? That's great. Anyway, I want the numbers."

"It's a secret item in my territory that no one else can give up."

"Shit."

"Why are you tongue-in-cheek!?

"No, he said if you got that one in bulk, it would be convenient. I can make awesome weapons."

I was doing a lot of research besides working out witchcraft and body to get the means to kill brave men.

One of them is the development of firearms.

I was just having a hard time getting the gunpowder I needed to do that. About black gunpowder can collect ingredients and formulate them on its own, but if it's more high-performance gunpowder than that, it's hard to collect and formulate ingredients.

In that regard, this beeball is wonderful.

With this explosive power, you can make something comparable to a tank cannon... no, something comparable to a battleship cannon.

That's what made me want numbers.

"... in many ways, you were influenced by your parents. But like I said, I can't give it to anyone else in my territory. Honey, it's a magic measurement anyway, but it's immeasurable. Enough if you know you have the magic power to do anything. By the way, how much magic do you have left in your body?

"Right, there's about two-thirds left"

"I'm going to be jealous.... but magicians aren't the only magicians! Next."

"Hey, Dia."

"What is it?

"Are you sure you can't do that ball?

"No!

After all, it's a shame.

At least, I found out that if I went to Dia's territory, I'd get it. Let's do everything we can to get it.

Anyway, if you get that, you get high-performance gunpowder, too small a magic release against the tank. Because both of those problems are resolved and we are very close to assassinating the brave.

I'm also looking for ways not to have to kill a brave man, but I'm not going to fail to prepare for an assassination.

When you have to kill, don't let the world perish without being able to.

And let's get our minds together. The prep is over. Finally, we can use magic from now on.