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

Exercise in the training room, then take a shower and go back to your room.

Primitive, but even a shower with groundwater, because of its presence.

The bed doesn't complain either. It is not something that causes your body to sink softly into the waste of your aristocratic preference, but is moderately stiff and ergonomic and prone to fatigue.

I don't want to lose this environment.

Think about your training today before you fall asleep.

First of all, I successfully developed a new Special Attack. The more magic you pour, the more capacity you get.

This makes me a powerful weapon. There's still room for improvement, but I'm glad it took shape.

Next, I will look back on the two godchildren.

Finally, but Dia's got some basic health on her. It was originally hands-on with the sword that formed the foundation in such a short period of time.

This would make it into the applied part.

Although Dia fights in magical subjects, knowing how to move her body and being capable of self-defense is a huge plus.

You can say Dia's training is going well.

The problem is the tart.

"... as I was concerned, I knew I hadn't caught my eye on speed"

Tart can engage in ultra-fast combat through the physical modification of towahards, physical strengthening with exceptional magic, and even acceleration by wind, its own attribute.

But I haven't caught up with that speed.

If the opponent is first-rate, it won't be a problem, but when me or my father's class are opponents, they can easily take the counter and get fatally injured by a single blow because of their speed.

There are ways to improve.

The first is to train only at speeds that you can control. That would be realistic, but it would kill the greatest advantage.

The second is, you just have to give me the eyes of Towaharde, just like I do.

With those eyes, I get super moving vision.

I have already inherited the method of treatment from my father. The surgery itself is possible, and either way, someone and practice were necessary before applying it to my child, who will soon be born.

I can tell you it's a boat to cross.

... but if you fail, the tart will go blind.

At the very least, I want an experimental bench. Of course, it is an almost unsuccessful treatment if you have not had magic, although you have been to the guilty opponent many times, and it is only a training to remember the process.

If it's going to be complete, I want to treat my magical opponents, make them succeed exactly, and then treat them to tarts.

Somewhere, I wish I had an experimental body that was magical and free to use, but there's no way I'm conveniently rolling around with that stuff.

"Next, when an assassination request is made, do we secure the subject?"

Deal with the subject as missing.

First off, make it an experimental bench.

That's the best part.

The problem is that while I'm in school, I don't have a chance to assassinate you like that.

My father would carry out his own assassination operation, unless there was so much to do.

If you were to do me a favor, even my father would have a difficult assassination to achieve.

Hopefully, I don't want to take such ultra-high difficulty requests.... No, do you have another request I might take? If there was a target in this school, my father would try to use me.

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The sound of a bell echoes throughout the dorm.

It's a wake-up bell.

Get dressed in uniform, leave the room and head to the living room.

See what you see.

It's a uniform with a blue line based on black.

And the arms are colored with gold. This is a testament to class S. Just look at the armbands and you'll know the class at this school, and you'll get a variety of benefits at the in-school facility.

I feel like I'm overdoing it, but that's the policy I can't help it.

"Good morning, Master Lug"

"Morning, Tart. That uniform is cute and looks great on you."

"This is getting pretty tight. It's easy to move and I like it myself."

Turning around, the tart skirt tingled. I can't see, I can't see.... No, I don't want to see anything.

Tart clothes are meant to be uniforms and maid clothes.

Students in the servant frame have different uniform designs as you can see from that.

"I might have been better that way, too. You're cuter that way."

It came as Dia rubbed her eyes to sleep.

Compared to a tart uniform, it is a smooth silhouette and is definitely firm.

"Really? I think it would definitely look good on you, Dear Dia."

"I agree. Beautiful clothes look better on Dia than cute clothes"

"... when you say that, you can light it up. But I'm a little happy. I'm glad Tart and I have a uniform that suits us."

Indeed. Cute clothes look good on tarts, just like beautiful clothes look good on Dia.

Every day, it's a blessing to see these two.

"You both checked to see if you forgot anything. The first day is important."

"I'm not gonna do anything stupid like that."

"I checked everything yesterday, so I'm fine. … Alright, breakfast is ready"

A tart arranges the plates in the living room.

The menu is corn soup. Then, put lettuce on freshly baked bread, with semi-ripe scrambled eggs on top. Eat this with a special tart tomato sauce.

The qualities, but this is pretty good.

"What's wrong with this ingredient?

"Last night I asked if I would use the breakfast as an ingredient or the dining room. So when I said ingredients, they arrived this morning."

"It was, it's a good decision. I'm relieved of the tart meal I'm used to eating. Thank you for everything you've been doing since yesterday."

"The three of us took our time in the morning. It's better this way than the dining room."

That's how the morning time passes perfectly.

After the meal, I enjoyed the rest of the cake and tea that Tart baked yesterday at the celebration, and yesterday's fatigue was blowing away.

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Just leaving the dorm, Neusch rushed over.

"All three of you, because of this, why don't we go to class together?"

"I don't mind that."

"Ha ha, I'm just fine on my own. I just had a terrible morning."

"Morning?"

"Yeah, well, I tried to get breakfast done in the cafeteria. Looks like the seat I sat in was the designated seat for the senior class. It's my first day, so I got a special forgiveness."

This dorm is reserved for S class students only.

That's a story that includes upper classmates, and this can happen.

"That's a troublesome vertical society. There's going to be a lot more, and maybe you should be careful."

"Sort of. Appropriately, there were seniors who were likely to incorporate, so I'll try to pull out a lot of information."

That's what Neusch says and laughs.

He's bringing servants, too. Still, I dared to use the cafeteria to make connections.

Maybe he also did it to impress himself with the designated seat of an upper class.

"A lot more."

"... hey, I get it. Yeah, it's the advice of an irreplaceable friend. Be careful."

After about three minutes of walking, we reached the classroom building and reached our classroom.

Anyway, it was awkward to get noticeable attention when the four men with gold arms walked.

We got there long enough before we started, but we already have all S classes.

There are three members here who need to pay particular attention.

Neusch Gefis, a man of the Duke of Gefis family.

Finn McCool, the famous knight and second son of the Count McCool family, a nobleman specializing in battle.

Brave Epona Liannon.

Others are excellent, but not even cautious.

Better not be hostile to Neusch or Finn.

He is also highly stylish, but most importantly, he is excellent in person.

Finn is better than me if it's just pure swordsmanship.

He's smart too. I felt like I talked to Finn at the party, it was quiet, but I found him to be quite a cutter.

Unlike Neusch, he doesn't show off his own abilities, but he's hiding sharp nails and he's not alarmed.

"Morning."

Smile and say hello to your classmates and everyone will reply.

At least, there doesn't seem to be anything in S-class that would look down on me because I'm a baron on the table.

Neusch went to Finn's after talking to me for two or three words.

Probably gonna call Finn.

Noish would notice Finn's excellence, and more importantly, his position as the second son is less smug and easier to draw in because he never inherits the house.

That's how you do it, the instructor comes and at the same time the bell rings.

"You seem to have it all. Okay, let's just say hello first. I became in charge of this class. It's Mile Doon."

He has a forged body, as many of the teachers at this school do.

The black skin is hard, the eyes are sharp, and the wrapped air is that, although we know it in action.

"You guys have the power to fly out of school at the moment.... but only at the moment. Six months later, I don't know what's going on."

Six months later. That's the timing of the exam.

The results of the periodic exam are followed by a replacement of several upper and lower classes.

"This is what you guys would think. That they can't be pulled out of having a more favourable environment than anyone else. That's right in a way...... but the obsession with what you try to crawl up outweighs your imagination. Alternatively, until now, little can be learned, and the talent of a dull genius can gain and blossom. Each time, the members change with each exam. Be in a state of crisis, or you will disappear from this class sooner or later."

All the students have a strange face.

... If you don't want to be deprived of your current environment, this one has to be crazed to death too.

There was that perception, but there's something in my chest when I'm poked again.

"Well, let's just say we're done up front and start the class. I ask you, in the last two years, to equip yourselves with the power you deserve as the sword of the kingdom of Alvan and the upbringing you deserve to wield it.... I forgot to mention one thing, you guys are getting the best environment. I want you to behave like you deserve it, Class S is the face of this school."

The students nodded and the first class at school began.

At first, the classroom.

It's from the history of this country. When I looked at my classmate on the side, just now, Epona the Brave had his head.

Later, let's say I teach you to study and create a motivation for conversation.

Second, I felt signs of nostalgia.

Looking out the window, a white dove was flying.

It's a special biographical pigeon I use in Tower Hard. That's what he's up to in my room.

The only person who uses that to contact me is my father or Marha.

It is rare for my father to contact me, and it was yesterday that I sent out a request to Marha for an additional investigation into Brave Epona, even though she is excellent, I have yet to get any findings or anything like that.

If so, that there has been an emergency that cannot be dealt with in Marha.

... we'll check back as soon as class is over.

If the sender were my father, it would be an assassination in a super-emergent case, and if it was Marha, Marha and her fake brother, there's a hell of a nasty case going on that those two can't handle.