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

Ten days had already passed since Dia arrived.

The fact that I am close to my age, and that I have the same tastes and goals, is a lot to crack down on.

In doing so, Dia found herself a lot, but in fact lonely and sweet.

Something happened yesterday, Lug is a child, so you miss sleeping alone. What can I say, you came into bed, about as much as you put me in a pillow.

There is no such thing as lust because my age is age, but my chest sounded strangely loud. I was strangely concerned about her sweet aroma and softness warmth when Dia hugged me.

"Lug, listen to your sister very carefully today."

"... Since when have I become my brother?

Over lunch, I put a scratch on Dia for saying something crazy.

"Oh, with that said, Master Kian was hiding that. So, anyway, under the Master's orders, Lug is my brother!

What about that? No way, you think Dia's a belly sister?

No, that's not it.

I am aware of it.

He's the one who made me master. I gathered as much information as I could on her.

Dia named her Vicone.

There is no nobility by that name in the Kingdom of Alvan, and there is an Earl by the name of Vicone in the neighbouring country.

And while my mother comes from an ostensibly civilian background, her magical and graceful standing behavior and courtesy are not to be worn later, but should be born somewhere noble.

Such a mother and Dia are alike. The distinctive silver hair, the appearance, and the slightest pronunciation that you won't hear first in the Alvan kingdom.

My mother was born in the Vicone family, falsely identified for whatever reason, and I wondered if she had married my father.

And if that hypothesis is correct, Dia is most likely my cousin.

"Okay. Obey your master's orders."

"Huh, I just need to know. Nevertheless, towahards are delicious."

With that said, Dia cheeks up Gratin looking delicious.

I went out hunting yesterday and tailored the rabbit, so I acted on a cream stew with it and made a gratin with that excess today.

Add the boiled macaroni to the cream stew and season with the spices, sprinkling the dried tomatoes changes the taste impression, sprinkling plenty of cheese before turning quickly into gratin if cooked.

"I'm sorry I can't get you anything extravagant."

"I'm tired of eating those. This gratin tastes so sweet, I love it"

"I'm glad you're happy."

"... how can Lug get that far at the age of seven? It's knowledge, you're younger but you seem smarter than me, and I'm still being told this is a prodigy or something."

"It's a gift of my parents' education. We're in Sparta."

My father and mother are out at work, so I've been cooking for the last three days or so.

At first, he seemed surprised to see if he could really cook, but now this is how he is happy to eat.

... With that said, it's time for pheasants to gain weight.

The greasy pheasant is good. After today's magic development, let's go hunting.

Maybe I can feed him a good roast pheasant for dinner.

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Dia and I go out into the courtyard.

Over the past ten days, I've been hand-in-hand and writing down different sorceries from one end to the other, and I keep finding regularity.

I was reminded in ten days, but Dia's taste is amazing.

I find more regularity than I do when I'm confident in analysis.

Excellent intuition. That's a talent I don't have.

"This should complete the magic that Lug was trying to make."

That's what I said, I gave him a note I hit and wrote.

The two of us were studying making a composite magic trick of earth and fire.

Even if Dia thinks of various ideas this way, when she completes her magic herself, she can't use them.

I need to complete the procedure with [something that weaves the ceremony].

"Wow. I can't believe I've analyzed it so far and used it in this way."

"Because you're my sister!

No, that doesn't matter.

It's boring to talk about it and be stubborn, so I snort and incorporate Dia's new discovery into the makeover ceremony.

... Okay, it's done.

"If you can do this, don't jump the value of magic itself"

"Yeah, yeah. Long-range high firepower magic. Plus, the fuel consumption is excellent. It's supposed to be very good magic."

Come on, let's experiment.

Sorcery suitable for assassination.

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The magic developed by the two of us is so noisy that it takes place in the mountains behind the territory.

It's too small in the courtyard of the mansion.

Nodding each other, converting magic into earthly attributes to begin chanting.

It produces iron over the void. That naturally becomes a barrel with a handle, and a groove is dug inside the barrel.

Continuing the chant further, a tungsten bullet is loaded inside the cylinder.

Here, the first sorcery ends. Next, convert magic to fire attributes and perform high chants.

Fire magic increased inside the cylinder...... Here we go.

That explosion pushes the tungsten bullet out, and the grooves dug in the cylinder, the rifling, give it superfast rotation and eject it.

The bullet exceeded the sound speed in an instant and landed on a mountain that was four hundred meters away, given more direct progression by the rifling. Looks like he hit a tree and the tree broke.

"Yay, that's a success. Range 400 meters. New sorcery that changes the common sense of witchcraft. This hitting accuracy, power, at a distance not even a bow can reach! Yeah, great!

"If this much distance can be taken, I don't even care about the weakness of being defenseless when chanting. In addition, they wear armor and have the power to kill even opponents who are fortified with magic."

Conventional magic, even those with long ranges, is about 50 meters at most.

With a distance of only 50 meters from the enemy, it was suicidal to lose the magic that strengthens your body.

But this is different: with a range of 400 meters, you can chant in a safe place where you can't even reach the enemy's bows and arrows.

When I gave him a piece of paper describing the procedure, now Dia chanted, bewitched, and released a bullet.

"Yay! I hit a rock! Such a big rock is a fine piece of wood."

"Let's practice some more. It's a magic trick that is powerful but needs to be targeted at pinpoint. I've got something like this ready to do the numbers in practice."

Dozens of bullets.

Every time, you don't have to cast a spell that makes a barrel of guns.

With a bullet in your hand, a fire explosion is the only way to release the bullet. It would be this kind of operation even in real life.

"You're being considerate. Lots of practice."

"Oh, I'm going to"

That's how we became obsessed and practiced our new magic.

The more I shoot, the more accurate I feel.

How to suppress recoil is important to increase hit accuracy.

At the end of creating the spark that causes the explosion, the magic is complete.

It is misogynistic to say that physical capability is enhanced by magic in a moment until the spark explodes, but the timing is quite cynical. Instead of reinforcing physical abilities with magic, the recoil can't contain the muzzle from jumping, it's going to be swept away.

The shell created by this sorcery looks a lot like a fire rope gun, but the firepower and hit accuracy are out of step.

The explosion magic of fire attributes is overwhelmingly more powerful than black gunpowder. That's to say that you have a strong ability to push the bullet out.

Most importantly, the shooting bullets perform too differently.

The harder the bullet, the more penetration. Tungsten hardness is not comparable to iron.

If you say tungsten is employed in tank shells that pierce thick armor, you'll see its strength.

Even steel plates, tungsten bullets penetrate easily.

Due to the streamlined shape, the power damping due to air resistance is low, and the rifling allows for extremely precise shooting.

… convenient magic. But if you're going to deal with the brave, you still don't have enough firepower.

Flesh fortified with magic is stubborn.

If you're a concurrent sorcerer opponent, you can pierce even this degree of firepower, but if you're dealing with a substandard, you don't mind, and if you're a brave man's substandard spec in the first place, you can't even take a nap and kill in an unprotected situation.

So I also prepared stronger sorcery.

Let's try that one. The basic idea is the same.

But on a different scale.

It's something I can't use without my magic power.

"Lug, it, yeah, yeah, uh"

The new magic I'm chanting takes shape.

First of all, create a shell.

The level is not the same as the original with the firerope gun size. That's a tank gun, if you say so.

The shell, which is about six meters long, is thick and releases a sense of intimidation up to the point of being unusual. Naturally, you can't hold something like that with your hands. So a pedestal is provided, and the spikes wear the ground deeply. If you don't connect to the earth with this spike, you blow it with recoil at the same time as the shooting.

It was not able to produce a shell at one time in too many sizes, it was produced on three occasions, joining it in deformation magic.

Produces the next bullet to be launched.

Extra large, of course. A typical 120mm bullet, roughly 14 times the diameter of a common pistol bullet in a tank cannon. Too big, one bullet is about a milk bottle.

Take a deep breath and exercise the magic of fire.

When I was shooting the gun, I was holding back my strength so that the shell wouldn't burst. But this guy isn't. It produced as thick a shell as it could withstand even if it exploded at all costs.

An overwhelming force swirls in the shell that is not comparable to when you are a gun.

"Dia, keep your ears shut"

"Ugh, yeah!

Air trembling roar.

Super firepower with as many shots as just now looking like a kid's play.

Even though it was fixed to the ground with spikes, the shell retracted as it tore the earth apart, and a crater was formed on the gunned mountain skin.

"Raise the mass of the bullet, make the explosion stronger, and the power will be out of step"

I've maneuvered tanks and shelled them in previous lives, but the power of this sorcery outweighs it.

Even this would prevent a brave man if he reinforced his magic in a combat posture, and even if he didn't, he would be suspicious if he had constantly activated defensive skills.

Still, you might be able to kill them when they're off guard. That's how much I got.

"What the hell is this magic I made with the intention of shooting at!? Obviously, it's overkill!

"No, if this isn't about it, someone might show up who can't kill you. Even now, I'm anxious."

Check the shell that's finished shooting.

... Not good. I have a crack in one shot. I had made it quite thick.

With my instantaneous magic release, I can't produce any thicker shells, and if I increase the power of the explosion, the shells can be smashed.

Do you change the material of the shell from iron? Tungsten is a few steps above but brittle if it is just hard. We need metals that combine hardness and stickiness.

When this happens, it becomes a big neck that only a single element of metal can be produced. Even if we can produce iron and the like in this way, we cannot produce alloys or processed metals... let's think the other way around, we just need to create the magic of making alloys. That way we can make stronger metal.

"Powerful as expected, but full of problems"

"It's a mess.... but if I could shoot something like this, it would feel good"

"Do you want to chant?"

"Ugh, I regret it, but I can't. I need some stupid magic like Lug."

Dia's right. Fuel consumption sucks.

However, the power comes with origami.

"I saw the problem with this sorcery. In the meantime, you're practicing today."

"Ugh! Heh heh, with this magic, those barbarians are everywhere!

I hear Dia is struggling with Dia.

I don't know what that barbarian is, but he seems to have some enemies.

Organize some problems while increasing the accuracy of your shooting.

One, shooting speed.

I have trouble getting this bullet in my hand. You might want to create a bullet-feeding mechanism even with some hassle.

Two, firepower limitations due to lack of strength.

I can't stand shells made of iron for any more firepower. If you want stronger firepower, you need to be creative.

Both, I see a solution. Let's deal with it one by one.

"Speaking of which, Lug. You haven't named it magic yet."

"Right, now let's [shoot] the bigger one with this in our hands, [shell] the bigger one"

"I don't know, but that's a cool name!

Thus, today, I kept shooting at Dia until she ran out of magic and regained my old reckoning.

If the target does not move, if it is windless or weak, it is allowed to hit 300 meters.

If it's a normal assassination, we'll mostly manage with this one sorcery.

Because sniping in a world where the concept of a gun doesn't exist is almost invincible.

"Four more days... you've always wanted to be like this"

Dia squeaks lonely.

I don't have much time left to be with her. I had something to do before she disappeared.