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

Shake off Dia's gaze as she looks worried about me and go out into the courtyard with Count Vicone.

"Okay. Take the duel."

When he tells that big red-haired man that he's going to get a duel, he laughs with heartfelt joy.

I was making a count as I headed over to him.

And 443 seconds.

Both factions had already stopped fighting, as the fierce fighting so far had been a lie.

That's all the guy had for a drink. I know exactly how much I am feared out of the standard.

Finish walking a few hundred meters from the castle and face him on a scenic flat.

He turned his red hair upside down and waited for me with both spears over his height.

Even though, my musculoskeletal body swells to an unusual degree with S-rank skills [Berserk], my eyes emit a luminous light, horns grow, and it's like a ghost.

The fighting spirit embodies itself and seems to be wrapped in flames.

... There is one strange thing.

[Berserk] Instead of obtaining an overwhelming force when activated, you're supposed to lose reason with side effects, but you're belligerent, but reason remains.

I can think of a skill to dispel the disadvantages of [Berserk]... conveniently drawn at the same time as [Berserk]?

That's why they let me choose from goddesses, like me.

221 seconds to go.

You, what's your name?

"Ferri Marconi. Remote to Vicone"

I can't name my real name, so I name my pseudonym.

"Ferri, I remember. Because of you, I've never known the taste of my own blood."

That's what the man said, wiping and licking the blood dripping from his forehead.

The wound is already blocked. That must have been a pretty deep wound. Though magical, it's not like healing in minutes.

He even seems to have regenerative skills.

Robust body reinforced with [Berserk] for absolute defense. It is difficult to strike down [Berserk] 's flaws with some skill and give him a direct hit because the warrior's moves are not lost. Plus instant regeneration for additional half-life damage.

How can I kill such a monster?

Unexpectedly, I want to tell you to make cheats a good addition.

"That was good. It's not fair that I'm the only one named after you. Tell me your name, too. We're going to have a duel. Without a name, there would be no taste. Courtesy of the knight."

I don't care for myself, but this man wants a knight.

Then I'll stick with it.

The easier it is to manipulate this guy's behavior the more he indulges in every knight.

"I'm sorry about that guy. I forgot. It's Cetanta. It's Cetanta McNace. Like, this is the battlefield, so there's this."

The name McNace sounded familiar.

But the clan that will be the royalty of this country. I wonder why he got on to the aristocracy like that.

And I also know the name Cetanta.

... well, is he that [clan hound]?

It was established that he was the man most likely to be a brave man, caught up in Valor's information network.

No, is that what you knew at the time you called that spear Gay Borg?

"Cetanta. I need to check. If I win this duel, you'll pull the soldiers."

"That's what I told you. I'll pull the soldiers, and I won't let them get their hands on me again. I swear I'll smash the ones who get my hands on me. Why don't we do a pledge, Gesh?

Cetanta shrugged her shoulders.

A pledge "Gesh" is a pledge to God in this world. If magic is done, they will actually tie that action up.

"No, let's believe that word. It's just that I win a duel and I kill you. I'm anxious that that promise will be fulfilled."

Deliberately provocative language.

To make it hotter.

"Don't tell me... I've never seen a guy talk to me like that before. Whoa, Dilmura! If I die, fulfill my vows in my stead! Are you satisfied with this?

"Thank you. And that's my last question. What happens if I lose"

"Otherwise, I'll grab Princess Dia and kill everyone else. I don't feel good, but that's what's going on. You're burning better that way, aren't you?

"Oh, it burns. You can't lose anymore."

"Then let's get started. I'm dying of hunger. I'm starving. A man of strength."

Honestly, I'm pretty tired of fitting these nori.

Can I say it's not a character?

"Before we do that, why don't we let the soldiers around us pull each other? I'm not sure I can get my surroundings out of this fight with Cetanta. Just beat you and the war will be over. Then you won't have to kill him for nothing."

"You're sweet. Do you want to grow up?

"Oh, I'm being tough on you. It's policy to be square."

Soldiers from both factions took our word for it.

I had decided to be ready to do the killing I needed to save Dia, but I don't think I'm going to do the killing for nothing.

... Besides, this pretext is convenient for buying time and positioning.

Step away from the mansion one by one. Asking him if he'd like a place that's easy to fight.

Doing so guides him to his destination and fine-tunes him.

Magic produced four knives of titanium alloy, two on the hips and two on both hands.

44 seconds to go.

"Sorry, you have to wait for me to get ready"

"Fine, I need you to do it in full swing. It's not funny. Well, are you duplicitous? Hey, Chi Chi, it's a knife. I don't think you can take my spear with a little knife like that."

"Fight and you'll see. No, I don't think so."

This duplicity, so to speak, is just blinding. Turn your attention and divert your consciousness from your life.

"What does that mean?"

"This duel, it means you don't even have to take a spear to end it."

19 seconds to go.

"I'll make it, I'll tell you. Come on, it's too funny to want to kill me. What about the signal?

"Why don't you drop this coin?"

"Fine."

Play the coin with your fingers.

A coin dances through the universe when it twists.

Cetanta's consciousness concentrated there.

In a duel, the most important thing is the first. That's why we focus on the whole nerve not to miss the moment when the coin falls.

To the point where I can't see anything else.

8 seconds to go.

He hasn't noticed. that you are about to be assassinated.

Assassination is murder from outside of consciousness, if you stick it in.

I don't care if I stay in front of you like this, I can kill you out of a whole lot of consciousness, even while you're having a conversation.

Yes, like right now.

"I'm not a knight. Neither Hua nor Pi can give it to me. Just... die."

Count zero.

The moment the coin drops. His fighting and magic exploded and the cetanta in front of him disappeared.

It's not like he traveled at speeds. I was about to, but I assassinated him before that moment. Even in the eyes of Towahade, with an untraceable blow.

The next earth on which Cetanta was located is decided at a depth of several kilometres, shaking and spreading the fracture of the ground.

I was jumping back with all my magic turned on my legs. Turn all magic to defense immediately after you jump.

When I did poorly, I killed him using magic that could only kill him in the aftermath. We have to do everything we can to protect ourselves.

And here it comes.

The earth explodes.

Shock waves and earth-sand tsunamis spread radially around where Cetanta was.

Swallow in an instant. Front, back, left, right, blown away without knowing why, buried alive, and flushed from soil to soil.

Oxygen is secured by a barrier of wind.

He releases his magic with the intention of dying and keeps protecting his body. Otherwise, I'll really die.

I don't even know how smacked and blown away I was.

The wobble finally stopped.

Self-check, broken bones on both legs. This is a recoil that jumped back at speeds beyond its limits. Other than that, my ribs are cracked and my left arm is broken.

Legs and ribs turn magic to increase self-healing. I don't mind keeping it connected because it has a beautiful way of breaking.

However, my left arm has a complicated fracture. It may be a weird way to improve your self-healing without treatment. Let's keep it for first aid.

Use earthly magic to get out of the dust mountains.

Scared. They knocked him from that position to the walls.

"The Ceremony we developed for the vs. the Brave, [GUNGNIL]. Cetanta, that's the magic that killed you."

A tragic sight was spreading.

At least a few kilometers around the position where Cetanta was, the earth is cone-shaped and the bottom is invisible, winding dirt and sand descending to the roof of the castle.

Destruction so far in the aftermath. Setanta, who took a direct hit, is not safe.

There's not even a trace of existence left.

Many soldiers around them were buried alive, Vicone's soldiers were rescuing, and vice versa, aristocratic soldiers were frightened and bewildered and defeated.

It's still good to be the first to evacuate them.

If I had been within a radius of two hundred meters, I would have killed him.

Assassination magic for the vs. the brave, [GUNGNIL].

The truth is, when I threw Tungsten's spear through the window, the assassination was already 80% over.

In earthly sorcery, there is a sorcery that doubles the gravity of the subject touched.

Examining that, it is a technique that increases the intensity of gravity by a specified multiple, and it could also be negative by customizing it.

The gravity applied to tungsten was negatively doubled.

In other words, it accelerates to heaven at about 19.8m/s per second.

In my magic, the limit of maintenance is about three minutes. It rises with all that time acceleration and continues to climb until its kinetic energy disappears even when gravitational reversal is gone, stopping it at an altitude of 1023.5 km.

Naturally, if you stop it, all you have to do is fall.

If it falls freely from an altitude of 1023.5 km, it accelerates to a speed of 4480 m/s per second.

100 kg of substance pours down at Mach 14. Its power is all 3.6 x 10 ^ 9 joules.

The kinetic energy of a tank cannon is 9x10 ^ 6 joules, and based on that, it becomes powerful for 400 tank cannons. The more weight you gain, the more power you can further improve, but the more mass you increase, the more magic you consume in the gravitational inversion technique, and the shorter the maintenance time.

As things stand, this power is the limit.

... This [GUNGNIL] prototype is a weapon rumored to have been developed by the United States, the wand of God.

A weapon of mass comparable to nuclear power, achieved by dropping metal from orbital satellites.

In the first place, there were problems such as the terrible cost of transporting that much mass to satellites in order to achieve it, and even if it could be done, it would burn out with friction due to air resistance by the time it reached the surface.

But magic in this world can easily cross the hurdles.

Carrying up to 1000 kilometers of altitude is a matter of inverting gravity, and there is a convenient sorcery where the wind avoids an object called [wind rake], which is also friction caused by air resistance.

As it stands, [GUNGNIL] is my maximum firepower.

"I knew it, but power has many drawbacks, anyway."

One is time to reach whatever you put down.

It takes about enough to land due to the nature of rising to about 1000 km above and then falling.

And that it is only a pinpoint attack by spears.

If you have a normal degree of demonic power, you can kill it in the aftermath, so it's a kiling zone within a hundred meters radius, but if you're going to assume a brave class, you need to hit the spear body.

Although air resistance can be ignored thanks to witchcraft, it requires different calculations, including rotation.

Even if a calculation could be made, it would fatally deviate with only a slight angular deviation when releasing the spear into heaven.

They often mismeasure the distance because they aim at it in the first place.

It's a deserted island and it's good to have practiced again and again.

Otherwise, I would have taken it off. Thank you to Marha for finding that island.

I could drop it as calculated this time, but I can still say it's a technique that needs improvement.

"In the meantime, you're confirming the body."

Use the magic of the wind to defeat enemies.

I know I definitely did, but I can't say for sure. Downpoured at Mach 14 speed, [GUNGNIL] is not even captured by the eyes of Towaharde.

I don't know if I hit him directly. If it's not a direct hit, that guy has it in case.

No neighborhood, I don't see a man in the wind. Exploring the earth with earthly sorcery has no response.

I just have something to worry about.

The artifact that the man had, Gay Borg.

I don't see that either. I hear the artifact is indestructible. So even that shock can't go away.

The lack of it means, no way, that guy just disappeared with it?

"Is that possible?"

If he can afford to run off with a spear, I'm sure he'll try to keep up the duel.

Heading this way, Dia comes running.

Already, the soldiers of the aristocracy are retreating... no, they are fleeing and safe.

I guess you don't want to fight the kind of monster that causes such a disaster and kills Cetanta.

"Lug! Good. Safe."

Dia jumped on me, so I'll take it.

I hear Dia has a hugging habit.

And Dia kisses her cheeks, turning her face bright red to her ears for how embarrassing it is.

I couldn't help but love Dia like that, made her face point this way, and now she kissed her lips from me.

Dia accepted it. I adore the fact that I'm desperately nail ahead because of my height reversal.

Just a kid's kiss to touch.

Yet I guess I'm really so happy and my breasts are warm.

"I'm so surprised all of a sudden... but I'm happy"

Dia is cute with her tricks.

... Well, what do we do now?

This way, if the aristocrats don't stay and escape, you can't fake Dia's death.

It's the first assassination failure of my life.

But it's not bad.

I'm proud to have a 100% assassination rate, but I'm much happier that Dia helped than that.

Thinking like that was impossible for me before.