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

I was running through the deep woods.

Winter is coming soon. The snow falls relentlessly in this region. When winter comes, you won't be able to enter the mountains like this.

If we don't hunt and make dried or salted meat by now, the winter table will be lonely.

I don't want to repeat last year's failure.

Let's also do our best to make the ten year old winter something fun.

All right, I just tailored a big rabbit.

"Even though hunting is better... I didn't know you'd find one"

I've been looking for an assassination assistant lately.

There are limits to what one can do alone.

But it doesn't mean anyone.

Being magical is the minimum condition. Otherwise, it'll only be a foot job.

But scouting is difficult with things like nobility and its branch muscles, such as magic, and they are too stained in their respective houses.

... So I searched for a magical possession that would be born in the general household at a rate of about 1 in 10,000 people.

Sometimes if you don't know how to use it even if you have magic, you spend the rest of your life not knowing you do.

It's hard to find such a person, but if you have the eyes of a tower hade that can see magic, you can look efficiently.

Behind such expectations, no magic could be found in the inhabitants searching the Tower Haad territory without rubbing it off.

"... look for any territory other than Towahade"

The sooner you find an assistant, the better.

I'm in education for at least two years, another year to gain real-life experience. I just want to find it within a year.

Powdered snow began to fall.

I thought it was cold, but I can't believe it started snowing already.

Let's go see Dia tomorrow.

It's impossible for me to tread 320 km over two mountains while the snow builds up.

I used to go to see him once a month, but considering I wouldn't be able to see him during the winter months, I'd probably go twice this month or so.

……

I felt signs.

Put up a bow...... then realize that the signs belong to a person, not a beast.

My place is deep in the woods, with wolves and bears.

I'm supposed to be the one hunting here. Because I dare to choose a dangerous hunting ground so that it does not become a prey match with the inhabitants.

Wondering, I show up in front of someone.

That was a girl. Probably not the same age as me.

Even though it's cold enough to snow powder, the only thing that holds you together is a thin, dirty, blurry cloth cut, barefoot. I'm shaking in the cold holding my body so thin that it's about to break.

Skinny, with golden hair and runny skin. Just before starvation. I think you look good, but I'm not sure that's in this state either.

What's wrong with entering such a dangerous forest without any equipment? It's miraculous that he's still alive.

... and most of all, the surprise is that it's magical.

There was a magician here who couldn't find him after searching for no one left in the territory of Towahade.

I just don't seem to know how to handle magic, and I just have magic dull deep inside my body. This is no different from ordinary people, and the girl herself, she won't realize she has magic.

"Oh, uh, me, I don't do anything wrong. So don't do anything terrible."

I showed up in front of her, but I was frightened while I was doing nothing.

"... who are you? How can you be so deep in the woods?"

"Wow, my village is poor and I can't get past the winter. I was slammed and dumped. Back in the village, they would drive me back... so I remembered travelers saying that the towahead realm over the mountain was rich, trying to cross the mountain"

I got a girl's stomach in the middle of an explanation, fluttered, so I support her.

...... smell. And it was light as a lie.

"I want to talk to you, but eat your dinner before I do. I think I'm going to fall."

I smile bitterly and give him the sandwich I brought for lunch.

The girl had her eyes round.

Getting food from others would be unthinkable for her to live in such a poor village that she had to give a mouth drop.

I'll push the sandwich on her as she stays, and then I'll also give her the soup she was putting in your handmade water bottle.

Then, the girl pulled the sandwich to her chest that she would never return, and when she sat down on the spot, away from my arm, she was eating the guts.

Force it to pour in with soup.

... I have heard that quite a few territories impose heavy taxes on their lords because of their incompetence and their greed.

I had no idea there was going to be a village out there that had to be spoiled.

The girl finishes her sandwich.

He looked very happy.

Notice my gaze, make my face red. Finally, it seems I can afford to worry about someone else's eyes.

"Well, you seem to be headed for Towahade territory, but I am the son of Lord Towahade"

"... what, by chance, do you have one?"

It's an amazing coincidence indeed.

But I think it's fate.

"If that's what you're interested in. Why don't you be my exclusive servant? I need your help."

I finally found it. It's magical.

Plus, I was appreciating her.

I like the way you behave after being dumped for being sloppy.

Make an objective decision that it is useless to return to the village to explore and implement the possibilities of being excluded from the options and survived.

Being able to do the right thing in extreme conditions is a necessary quality as an assassin, which is hard to acquire acquired.

A girl looked up at me and was blurring and weeping.

"What's going on?

"I'm delighted. It's the first time I've been told I need it, and I keep saying I don't want it from everyone all the time, and I treat it like I'm in the way, and this is how they dump me... so I need it."

Perhaps the word triggered it.

Cry to explode the emotions you've been indulging in.

Embrace a girl like that.

"Hey, it's dirty."

"Right, but you'll shine if you polish"

"Me, good luck, so, so"

"Oh, work for me all the time. Because I need you."

Indeed, the girl is dirty now. But it's the diamond's primary stone.

The girl cuddles back from herself with a snack.

... did a good pick up. Let's take him home and grow him up slowly. as an assistant to exchange the assassination.

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Someone is even shaking my body.

"Wake up, Master Lug."

Soft hands. Warm and comfortable.

To enjoy this feeling, I dare to continue sleeping with raccoons.

There was a bright blonde girl.

Age is twelve and wears servant clothes.... She's an ostensibly dedicated servant of mine.

She is so cute, she always attracts the eyes of visitors, especially men.

"Dear Lug, you know, if you don't wake up, you're gonna make a prank."

With a voice that's about to disappear, the girl who's shaking me says that. I don't want you to say anything that makes me want to happen the other way around.

"Morning. Tart"

"Good morning. Master Lug, it's unusual to be a sleeper."

"Do me a favor."

[Super Recovery] I almost don't need a break to hold it, but yesterday it was because I was so impotent that I couldn't keep up with my recovery.

"Breakfast, it's ready. Today's is a piece of confidence!

"I'm looking forward to that. Let's go."

"Ha!"

The two of us head to the living room side by side.

"Tart, I had a dream. I had a dream two years ago when I just met you."

"... Ugh, I'm a little embarrassed. I was dressed up great, and it was just bones and skins."

"I never thought I'd be this beautiful when I picked it up"

"... Huh! Dear Lug, I'll keep the yogurt for breakfast, the fruit!

Over the course of two years, the girlfriend regained her healthy flesh and her poor figure.

Now it has moderate meat on it. I mean, I develop well for my age.

... I'm not going to use those hands, but I'm pretty sure they'll look good enough to weaponize a woman in the future.

Take a seat, Tart will serve and stay behind me.

"As I've been saying for a long time, a servant's job can be out of hand. Originally, it's an excuse to be beside me."

Speak to her as she eats a tart made breakfast.

Bacon eggs and yogurt with bacon made in the territory for breakfast. They're both my favorites.

"No, I can't get out of my hands. Because I'm the exclusive servant of Master Lug! For the comfort of Master Lug's life, we need refinement."

I want to keep it aside to make support for the assassination. For this purpose, it is convenient to be a dedicated servant.

So if only I could behave unnaturally as a servant, that would be great.

I don't need to be a servant from day to day.

Yet this is how she tries to do both her assassin assistant training and her job as a servant.

"Tart, you're doing really well"

I'm not talented, I'm not good at it.

Just hard-working and honest everywhere. So she keeps growing and trustworthy.

"I would have died if Master Lug hadn't picked me up...... more importantly, Master Lug told me he needed me. So this life is for Master Lug."

It's not a fool to the employer, it's a word out of the bottom of my heart.

I'll stand up and stroke the soft looking blonde hair of the tart. Then the tart deposits his weight to sweeten him.

"I'm happy for you. I need a tart."

Every time I say I need it, she makes me look really happy, and she endures any hard training.

In fact, in only two years he grew up as an assassin and worthy of the upbringing of a dedicated servant of the nobility.

... I took two promises as my father when I explained to my father that I would pick her up and raise her as an assassination assistant.

One is to coach her myself responsibly. My father is not involved in the education of tarts.

Two, give the outdoors towaharde skill, but therefore, kill responsibly in case she betrays you.

The first is probably because teaching enhances understanding.

The second is also convincing. It's dangerous to give technology to something that's not even blood.

... It's just that Tart never betrays you.

Originally, she's got a heart attack on me just because of how I met her.

In addition, it makes me absolutely loyal by applying the brainwashing techniques I had two years before I was reincarnated.

Tart's feelings for me look like admiration and loyalty, romantic feelings from the outside, but those feelings don't exist.

That's a disturbance to our relationship.

"When I finished eating, my husband said to come to the study. He said he had something special to tell you."

"Okay. Let's go."

Is that a special story?

Finally, is the time to fight in action, not in training?

I've grown enough and I've got my assistant.

I was confident that I could carry out any assassination.