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

I was rocked by a carriage.

The Countess of Venkaur has contacted Marha to show her amazing eating and make sure she comes.

That is why we are thus taking a carriage with us to Count Venkaur territory with new merchandise.

She was dyeing her silver hair black and wearing glasses in order to head as an ilg.

As long as I'm dressed in this outfit, I act as Irg Balor, not Lug Towahade, even if I don't have a human eye.

Marha sits next door. Always a cool girlfriend, but I was in a good mood playing my nose today.

"Long time no see, with Brother Ilg."

It hasn't been a month since we broke up.

"For me, ten days without Brother Ilg was too long."

Make it sweet, and Marha will come.

I didn't show this kind of sweetness when I was in Murteau.

It would be a recoil of loneliness.

"Olna's deputy, Marha, won't be here."

"It's not necessary, but I missed you. I've arranged for you to be absent for the day. And there's Belleuid."

"Is that okay?"

Only Marha can use the power of the Barroll Chamber of Commerce to support the assassination, but the work on the table can be handled in Beruid.

"And, you know, Brother Ilg. He asked me to. I think I'll get it."

"Well, I'm waiting for the good news"

That's an artifact.

Apparently in this world, it can't be made in people's hands. Impossible performance weaponry exists.

Materials, machining techniques, everything is out of common sense, what I said is called artifacts.

I predicted that weapons created by S-Rank Skill [Demon Sword Generation] would remain everywhere.

Typical is Gay Borg, the demon spear supposedly owned by a boy with two names of Klan hounds, who is most likely the brave man in the present situation.

such as the Demon Sword Fragarach wielded by the heroes of the former war.

Killing a brave man might make it easier with a weapon like that.

So I was trying to use a lot of money and get a lot of artifacts for even one.

Besides, there was also the expectation that if we looked at the real thing, we might be able to make powerful magic and weapons with reference to it.

"To Marha, I am always helped. Thanks."

"You're welcome.... hey brother irg. Have you had any progress with Tart since you went that way? its, in the relational sense of men and women"

"There can't be."

When I said that, Marha sighed like she was frightened.

"Right? But it's tough, isn't it? Brother Ilg, I went to the whorehouse once in a while and it diverged, and I wonder if you'd have trouble using that locally? Tart was about to cry every time he went to Dear, every whorehouse. I'll give you a tart and she'll be happy."

... for a moment, I called it off.

That's what happened when I went to the whorehouse, because I used tarts the way I said.

"Why would I want to have that relationship?"

"I've been thinking about you for a long time, but you want to force me to put you away from romantic feelings about us."

"We're family. How many years do you think we've been together?"

That's what I've been spending. I spent years growing ties as a family.

Even now, I can remember the days since I met them.

That's why I think. That would be different.

"That's right, but I'm pretty sure when I was a little girl, I thought you were the brother I could count on about Brother Ilg. But we're gonna grow up. If you grow up, that's what you have feelings for. Closer to you, there's no way you won't fall in love with someone who's nicer than any other man. Brother Ilg...... the hardest part is not even being dealt with, you keep being ignored. Especially since Tart doesn't hesitate to complain one bit. If you keep doing that, you're gonna blow up one day."

Serious, serious voice everywhere.

Oh, well. Is Marha saying it for the tart?

"For once, let's get rid of preconceptions and see about tarts. But even if I saw it, I wouldn't accept it."

"Dear Dia is here. I don't think that's a problem either. That kid, second of all, would be a convenient mistress, but whatever you want Master Lug to love. There's no such thing as a convenient girl, right? Pretty and big tits are also a high point. Master Lug is noble in the first place, isn't he? You should have one or two concubines."

"Is that what this is about?"

"That's what it is. So could you possibly have understood that there are two girls who love Master Ill?

"You got one more?

"Of course, because I love you too. It's just that aggressive attacking will be a little later. Grow Orna more, stretch the information network elaborately, and when I can never let go, I'll use it as a shield to negotiate. Because that seems to have a higher success rate. What Brother Ilg taught me. Negotiations have to be reciprocal."

Solid. Even now Marha is an absolutely essential talent.

If it becomes any more important, I won't be able to let go of anything.

"He's a really good apprentice"

"Yeah, so be prepared"

Marha smiles at the top of her head.

The modus operandi was colourful and neat.

... Are they becoming women who were children? I still can't believe I haven't noticed such a natural thing.

I was going to be reborn and get something called normal emotion, but they don't have enough refinement on this one.

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We have reached Count Venkaur territory.

It's a lush land where farmland spreads. Somewhere, it looks like Towaharde.

But the noisy people with the sword were looking around.

They're coming this way.

I guess it's because you're doing something nasty that you're using these private soldiers.

Open the carriage window and smile open.

"What brings you to Venkaur for?

I ask intimidating. smile at it.

"We're from Orna. I came to show my wife the new cosmetics. This is an invitation from your wife."

With that word, the men told me to follow them, whether they had listened beforehand when they showed the invitation.

And I'm surprised to see the mansion I was guided to.

I had the impression that the territory was somewhere similar to Tower Harde, but the mansion was not at all similar.

Luxurious and rotten, different from the materials used. It is made of white, glossy stone rather than a martial bone brick, and elaborates the design.

After all, you should need an amount that you can't earn in a territory like this.

"Oh, there you are. I'm looking forward to Orna's new work."

The mansion door opens flashly and a slightly obese, tall lady comes shaking her flickering dress like a goldfish.

Necklace with a glitter ring on both hands and a large sapphire around the neck.

... and thick makeup that cannot be expressed in the word absurd.

"Countess Venkaur. Thank you for inviting me this time. This new work was self-confident and I wanted to be the first to use it for a beautiful, authentic lady like Countess Venkaur."

"Well, you'd be happy to say something. Come in, please! My skin feels good after I apply Orna's emulsion. I'm sure the next new product will be amazing."

That's how we were invited into the room.

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Prepared as a new cosmetic is a new type of emulsion.

The fragrance is improved by adding just a little almond oil to the olive oil I have been using, which improves skin color development when applied. Pharmacodynamic ingredients were also improved.

It's a minor change, but the special treatment of being the only person in the world trying new works is more important than quality if you're this kind of opponent.

Me and Marha even stir up the Countess of Venkaur.

"I know who you are, so I want you to try it."

"If you admit it, I'm sure other women will want it. That's all there is to it."

"She's right. I would love to be the first to use it when a new one is made."

Repeat those words over and over again.

Easily put on board, more and more and the Countess of Venkaur get in a good mood.

... Easy to do.

In that way, if you're in a good mood, you can pull out as much information as you need with casual questions that you can put to the chat.

Recently, when asked why the economy of Count Venkaur territory was good, he replied that it was because business with neighbouring countries had gone well.

When I hear what it is, I say I'm not sure. At first I thought you were hiding it, but he really doesn't.

I'm good at spotting lies. She really doesn't know.

I think it was good. If I knew about business, I would have had to kill her, too.

Anyway, after my husband dies, there is a possibility that I will continue to do business with him.

Then gather more information.

"My husband is more than excited to see the moon before he goes to bed and taste the wine slowly."

Look, there's been a hell of a leak of useful information.

The Countess tells us that it will be three days before the Count of Venkaur returns, that his room is upstairs south and that it is his greatest pleasure to slowly taste the wine on the balcony looking at the moon before bedtime.

"I'm really glad my husband's business went well. 'Cause until just a couple of years ago, I was a poor aristocrat and couldn't afford all kinds of luxury. I can't help but be glad to be able to dress so beautifully."

"Yes, because if we don't thank you, we can see the beautiful Countess of Venkaur like this."

"Well, you're good. Oh, ho, ho."

Countess Venkaur laughs in a good mood.

She doesn't know.

For their happiness, how many soldiers lost their lives because of information sold to neighbouring countries. And maybe hundreds of people are getting their lives crazed by drugs in the city to become obsolete.

Leaving it like this, thousands, tens of thousands of corpses and abandoned people will pile up.

... Became a Lug I'm an assassin just like the first time. But now it's not just a tool. You decide whether you want to kill me or not. And this time I've made up my mind.

He said we should kill him.

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Three days later, me and Tart came together.

Last time I checked, I didn't bring him in, but when it comes to killing him, I need an assistant tart.

... I'm curious about what Marha said before this, but now I'm focused on assassinations.

The mansion is in a nice position, but just 300 meters away, there is a place that is quite easy to hide.

The security of the mansion is tighter than the other day. Probably because the Lord, Count Venkaur, is home.

He hides himself in a grass that grows on a small high hill where he can see the mansion. He dug the earth lightly with earthly sorcery, and lay down, and covered it with grass and soil.

Already, the sun is falling, so I don't notice it in the distance first.

Without the information from the other day, I would have had to stake out for days until he got back, and I would have had to take the cumbersome step of sneaking into the mansion and killing him.

But the Countess of Venkaur was pleasant and also told me that the day the Count of Venkaur would return, there was no need to bother sneaking into the mansion.

In my sleeping hand is a cylinder made of magic, already loaded with tungsten bullets.

Having magic wraps some magic around your body, even unconsciously, and is more rugged than a normal human being. I don't die for the most part.

That is the same for Count Venkaur, the target.

Still, if you shoot, you can kill him.

Staring with the eyes of Towaharde is one point on the veranda upstairs. With these eyes, even at this distance, they look plentiful.

into a deep state of concentration, otherwise driving them out of sight.

That's what happened. My assistant Tart is on perimeter alert.

That's why we can focus our consciousness on sniping alone in this way.

After enough, a fat middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a glass of wine came to the veranda.

Look up at the moon and have a full grin. You seem to be saying that you are the happiest person in this world.

"My husband is more than excited to see the moon before he goes to bed and taste the wine slowly."

The words were right.

Thanks to you, it seems so easy to kill.

Staring at the moon on the veranda. Unguarded situations are convenient to snipe.

There is no fine dust such as the need to sneak into the mansion.

Increase concentration. Almost windless, at a distance of three hundred and twenty meters.... I will not remove this.

Start the magic of fire and explode in the cylinder.

Because the cylinder itself is covered with a special cushion, it acts as a silencer and makes very little noise.

An ultra-weight, ultra-hardness tungsten bullet is thrown out at sonic speed, reaching its target without a second.

It penetrates the cranium gently, and its overwhelming kinetic energy causes it to burst from the neck to the top.

"Withdrawal."

"Yes, Master Lug"

Tell Tart that, and we'll run straight into the mountains.

If we keep going down the mountain road and on the other side of the street, we won't be able to find it that way by the chaser.

Sniping is not a concept in this world. For a while, you'll be looking for an assassin who can't even be in the mansion. I can get away with it without a problem.

The first assassination in this world was a success.

I myself admitted it was necessary and killed it of my own free will.

Once upon a time, I couldn't stop thinking about the act of killing.

But what about me now?

Slightly, but it is beating faster.

It stops for no reason. What, this emotion, I don't know why.

The tart swung worryingly, slowly coming over here and hugging me.

"Tart, what are you doing?"

"Somehow. 'Cause Master Lug seemed so thoughtful."

"... did you see that?"

Leave it to the impulse to embrace the tart.

Tart smiles and hugs back. It smelled sweet and good.

Then I settled in wonder. The softness and warmth of the tart reminds me of the usual.

... I know exactly what the tart means to be growing.

Take a deep breath. It's okay, it's me.

"I'm sorry. Let's go."

"Ha!"

That's how we drive down the mountain road.

I'm sure that lady will resent whoever killed her husband.

Because she would have been the ideal husband for her not knowing the truth.

I do not intend to regret this assassination. But let's not forget.

Because that's what it takes for Lug Towaharde.