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

I'm going to my father's.

He looked more distracted than usual.

"Lug, how's the tart?

"The training is going well. In just two years I have grown up to be equal to the folks in the division muscle.... the eye and the motor nerves have good things, but as talent, they don't have the same range. She grew up so fast because she has the nerve to continue her wandering enthusiasm and effort. I'm surprised by the tart myself."

"Um, if Lug is going to say it, I'm pretty sure. But that's not what I'm asking."

"... at the moment it's silo. In addition to two years of surveillance, I've been exploring everyday conversations, but as always, I'm just a former village daughter."

"Was that too much of my thinking? It was too convenient to meet Tart, and I suspected it a little. A spy sent in by a colleague to steal Tower Harde's technology."

My father had doubts about Tart.

I don't know, I was too able to meet her. It's not normal for a magician I couldn't find searching for all of the Tower Hade territory with these eyes to meet when I happen to be the subject of mouth-watering in another territory and hunting in the mountains. It's normal to think it was set up by someone.

For example, a colleague who found out that I was looking for a magician around Tower Hard sends a magician spy to steal the move, etc...

I thought about that line myself.

But in the last two years, Tart hasn't once shown such a bare gesture. If Tart really is someone's spy, that strength will exceed me and my father.

"Father, is that all you're talking about?

"No. That's not the point. Lug, today's training is special. It is a training but also an exam. If we survive today's exam and another long trial, we will entrust our main business as a man in front of us and an assassinated aristocrat, Towahade."

Finally, it seems time to try and see if we have the qualities to wield the blade as a tower hade behind the removal of the country's disease.

"I'll take it. What can I do?"

"Today's exam ends in a day.... Fight me, Lug. Winning or losing is irrelevant, show your strength."

Easy to understand.

Then let's challenge my father, the master, with the moves he has worked out so far.

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The test had already begun.

The stage of the exam is in the woods. A simple battle is a battle between assassins. I don't show up squarely and meet from the front.

While we hide ourselves from each other, we are searching for our opponents and targeting them unintentionally.

This battle, it's probably an overwhelming advantage to find enemies first and set them up unilaterally.

While erasing the signs, he is focusing on his consciousness and increasing his concentration so that he does not miss any minor traces.

Jump to the side. There was an arrow piercing where I was. Short arrows, by bowgun.

The surface of the blackening short arrow was poisoned. It's fierce poison, that's just plundered. If you're a regular, you sleep three days.... that's all my father meant?

"... I was confident in how to erase the signs."

How did you see through my position?

Conversely, this one was not even discerned by the enemy's position.

However, with the orbit and angle of the arrow, the archer's position could be identified.

About fifty meters from here, southeast.

Run with magic to see if you can get away with it.

I'm overwhelmed with magic holdings and instantaneous releases. That means that both speed and force are overwhelming.

A mountain is a bush, with little scaffolding and hard running.

So use your skill. 3D movement that kicks the trunk of a tree, exploits branches, and progresses through the sky. Normally if I kick a branch, it breaks, but I use higher technology that magically covers the branch only at the moment of kicking.

I see it. I see it and at the same time throw two knives from my nostalgia.

My main weapon is a knife. I created it with titanium alloy. I always carry a few of those. I had devised a shape so that it could also be used as a throwing weapon.

A knife released with a magically enhanced arm is a speed that approaches sound.

One of the knives was avoided and one was bounced off, but in the meantime I packed the distance.

When it is slashed with a spare knife, it is recirculated with a picked up knife, which is immediately aimed at the throat with a hand knife.

Dangerously, release the kick. The kick appears to have been read and is pinched and broken by the other's elbow and knee.

He screamed, swung and blew as he was pinched.

I would have packed it on the spot if I'd stood on the bar like that.

When I looked at them, they disappeared into the woods again.

Focus your magic on broken legs to enhance your self-healing. If this is all you've nicely folded, you can leave it to self-healing without the need for surgery. It will heal in less than a minute when combined with the effects of [super recovery].

"... at all, a monster"

I am more powerful and faster, plus I use the technology of the world at first sight for the assassination of Towahards.

Yet this is also taken by the hand.

I know why. The other person is reading my movements.

from muscle tings, heart sounds, pupils, sweating, breathing, gaze, smell, magic flow, and all manner of motion.

It's because we have the best medical technology in the world and we know all about the human body that we can spot this movement.

That's Kian Towahade, current owner of Towahade.

I learned technology from him, and I can do the same.

Rather, for what can be combined with the knowledge of previous life, the number of knowledge and handbills exceeds that of my father.

But my father even fakes into that omen to read and tricks me.

I try to fool this one too, but somehow I totally see through that fake.

... I don't really want to say this but it would be a difference in experience.

I was the best assassin in the world in my previous life. Confidence is going to shake.

That's why I think so too.

I still have room to learn, and I think I can be strong.

Really, I'm glad he's that father's son.

"But don't bother. Let me win."

Close your eyes and focus your senses.

They will follow you from here. Wait for the opponent to move.

Two murderous intentions around.

The first intent to kill flies.

That's a knife. My favorite titanium alloy knife I threw earlier.

Another one flew out of the blind spot at the same time as I paid it off. Exquisite timing and angle, twisting your body in an impossible position.

I don't know how I threw two knives from a completely different direction at about the same time. However, what I can tell is that neither of these two are destiny.

My destiny came from above. Unlike the two knives that dared to bring about the killing for the blind eye, now a blow with the signs completely killed until this moment.

My father brings his knife down backwards. I can't avoid it because of my impossible posture.

So inevitable. Barely avoid the steeple, piercing your shoulders and hitting your neck muscles with the third one you were hiding ignoring the pain.

"Finally, I win."

Declare while reducing intense nausea and dizziness.... The knife was also well poisoned. There's really no forgiveness.

"Sounds like it. Damn, I didn't expect to lose to a twelve-year-old... after being handed that too. It was the strongest thing in history."

When my father pulls the knife out of my shoulder, he gives me the antidote, sweeps away the wound, flushes magic and heals the wound.

"We are not doing anything about it"

"Isn't it a trick to only strengthen your physical abilities with magic to the extent that you dare to compete, and not use good magic?

"Because if you do that, it will make no sense in this fight. said Father. He said it was a training but also an exam. I can't take away my father's moves if I'm overwhelmed with power. That's not gonna be training."

Yes, my father said at first that it was purposeful training, until he said that victory and defeat had nothing to do with it. It is obvious that he says that mastering technology through training is more important than winning.

My father laughs in a good mood.

"Yes, this is training. Lug is right. He's a proud son. I saw exactly what I meant when I first said, 'It's a training but it's also an exam'. Not winning or losing, that's the qualities I was looking at in this exam.... What matters to the assassin is not to lose sight of the purpose. If all you could think about was knocking me down, you wouldn't have qualified for it.... Now I have nothing more to teach Lug. It will take at least twenty years of medical treatment and assassination, both of which have already told us what to tell them."

"No, not yet. In fact, you can't beat your father yet with your moves. In fact, this time we almost just won the ball-ready bet."

Yes, today's battle was overwhelming too.

I couldn't pick up any signs of my father, and on the contrary, my father always knew where I was.

Even in melee there was nothing good about it except the last.

"I taught you what to teach, and you're practicing. All you have to do is experience. From now on, walk on your own feet. You should look for what you need to do to be strong.... and, as promised, sooner or later give it a test. It's a test to gain strength other than battle. When that's over, it's a real fight. I'll have Lug do the killing."

Last trial, what is that?

Perhaps even simple medicine is not assassination. Other than that, I'm pretty sure they'll try the necessary elements for the towaharde.

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After training, clean your body with water and get dressed.

Because we fought in the woods, our clothes were muddy earlier.

After getting dressed, go outside with a tart.

Say hello to the people. As the next Lords, I tried to make as much time as possible to talk to the Lords.

I'm twelve, too. It's time to be aware of those things.

"I made fertilizer just like Master Lug said, and when I sprinkled it, it was abundant this year"

"That was good. Will you replace it next time you have too much prey? Rack's growing onions are good."

"Ha! Sure. That, then, is first of all a thank you for the fertilizer. I'd like you to eat for Master Rugg."

A rack gives me a shiny spring onion.

Another inhabitant ran this way.

"Will the cow heal you because your cow has broken his back leg?"

"Oh, let's go"

Run for it.

Easy treatment was to be given free of charge.

It just depends on me if I show too much power. It adds and subtracts around it.

Sooner or later, you just said you were a popular earner to rule the land.

Aristocratic power is strong in this world.

That is because the nobility is a special being with magic and protects the territory from demons and such.

Overwhelmingly superior to ordinary people leads to faith.

That is why the inhabitants obey aristocratic rule and pay taxes.

But power alone can't stop people's minds. Selling grace and face to tunnels like this is also necessary for smooth territorial operations.

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Then, by the time I returned to the mansion, the sun was setting.

"Dear Lug, thank you for your hard work today. You're still very popular."

"That's desirable, but I got too many souvenirs. I hope I can use it up before it rots..."

The cages are filled with crops, cheese and other things brought to them by the inhabitants. Say no as much as you can, but I won't ask you to thank me.

It relies on being studying medicine, then being somewhat bright in agriculture with previous life's knowledge, and being able to do quite a bit of force tricks because four-attribute magic can be used.

Before this, because the sun continued and the accumulation pond withered, when the accumulation pond was filled with water by the magic of water, it was worshipped as if it were God.

Some aristocrats say it's impossible to sacred magic and use it in agriculture, but I don't think so.

Convenient force can be conveniently used.

Whoa, so to speak......

"Is this bag full?"

Open the bag, it was packed with tons of foul stones.

The more magic you use, the more magic you increase.

So I always drooled my magic to match the amount of [super healing] magic.

But that's too wasteful. I was trying to figure out how to make the most of it while consuming magic.

So, this is what I started.

It was six months ago that Dia thoroughly analyzed the foul stones she gave me when she broke up and succeeded in the magic of producing foul stones, and since then she has even continued to make foul stones, preserving her magic in the foul stones she made if she had time.

In addition, various studies and verifications of explosions caused by foul stone runoff also found that the power of explosions increases to triple by allowing multiple, constant proportions of attribute-converted magic.

This is also one of the trump cards for killing braves.... the third most powerful means of attack in my hand.

Let's say that bags filled with magical foul stones are transferred to the vault, and another bag is prepared, creating foul stones in them, one by one.