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

Make a stretch.

My shoulders were stiff because of the precision work I had been doing in my own room since after the meal.

Seeing the tart actually use it, he was making some minor changes to the gun.

The power and precision, together, were satisfying, so it's reload-related that I'm getting my hands on.

Given the size and magic blocking mechanism, the number of loads is limited to six.

Once you run out of bullets, you have to get one shot at a time.

Plus, it takes more effort and time than a regular revolver gun because of the magic shut-off mechanism to prevent outbursts.

It is unrealistic to reload it in action as it is now.

Or so, if it is easier to pack the bullet, the reliability of the magic blocking mechanism will be diminished.

"… change your mind"

Replace each cylinder filled with bullets instead of being able to put them in quickly. It's called a kind of speed loader.

It is common to do it with automatic pistols, but not even revolvers.

"Something like this?"

The cylinder where the bullet can be loaded was changed to detachable.

I can supply ammunition whether this is in battle or not.

Strength doesn't seem to be a problem either.

The drawback is that the spare cylinder is bulky?

"All right, I'll make it for me and Dia next time."

Me and Dia can use [shooting], but it's a few steps faster to use a pre-prepared gun.

The advantage of being given an immediate lethal attack without chanting is enormous.

Plus, carrying a pistol size won't get in the way as much.

However, in Dia's case, strengthening her physical abilities would be somewhat less powerful because she doesn't have as much muscle strength as a tart.

Calculate the intensity and write the blueprint.

A pistol for Deer that has lost its power can be a little more miniaturized.

That would be easier for Dia to carry, and easier to handle.

"Something like this?"

It's late at night. Let's just design it today and make it tomorrow.

I fell asleep in bed and heard a knock as my consciousness went away.

"Master Lug, may I have a word?

Tart's voice.

What's going on at such a late hour?

"Come on in."

Clean up anything dangerous before inviting them in.

"Excuse me."

I'm nervous somewhere, my voice is trembling.

I saw her coming to the room and gave her a dumb voice.

"Tart, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, well, there's a reason for this."

The tart is white negligee.

He's sticking to his body, exposing the limbs of a well-developed tart.

It's a little clear. Yeah, I'm not wearing underwear tonight. You've been cleansing your body with hot water. Sometimes your skin is slightly reddish and incredibly colorful.

Smells good.

This scent, cosmetic brand, new perfume from Orna, I'm the one who developed it.

Developed at the request of the customer. It's for seducing men, and it makes them have that kind of drug effect.

This should only be distributed to regular members.

... then you're the mother behind it. Mother became a regular member of Orna as a disguise and received cosmetics well in order to have regular contact with Marha.

If you look closely, you also recognize the negligee wearing the tart.

Once upon a time, my mother said, "You're going to haunt Kian and make Lug's sister!" How dare you show it to me.

It is re-tailored to fit the tart.

"I can predict more or less, but let's hear it. What the hell did your mother blow you into?"

"Uh, well, I'm, uh, Master Lug's assistant, an assassin. Girls are inferior to men. They have to make it up to you with a girl's weapon. And I was told that it's the exclusive maid's role to take care of your husband... as an assassin, as a maid, with Mr. Lug, and, uh, don't do that."

Bright red to his ears, the tart said he was blown into his mother as he wandered off.

Mother will be there for you, but it's an extra favor.

No, in my mother's case, I simply want my grandson's face to be quick, or maybe that's because of my own desire.

A tart that gets put on is also a tart.

"Tart."

Calling his name, pulling his hand forcefully, pushing him down on the bed, covering him.

"Oh, dear Lug."

Trembling, still looking at me with hot eyes somewhere.

I even feel the tart exhale sweet and beat faster.

Sounds good.

I want to screw it up.

I didn't see Tart as a paedophile, but when I do this, I recognise that Tart is an attractive girl.

... I'm immature too. I don't know how old the flesh is but I'm about to lose my normal mind about this.

And apart from those emotions, there was anger in it.

It's anger at tarts, not anything else.

A little harsh, let's get angry.

"You don't know what you're talking about. Using a woman as a weapon? That's really effective. Tart's body can be a very useful weapon in an assassination… polishing that weapon will make assassinations against men easier."

Tart is an incredibly beautiful girl.

And erotic.

Even the aristocrats who are used to seeing beautiful women want to get her. There were a lot of guys in school who were after her with their eyes, and quite a few idiots who offered to buy tarts.

"Ru, Ru Gu, I'm afraid of my eyes"

The tart shows some fright in my unusual appearance.

Eagle such tart breasts.

"Ouch."

Soft and big, but the core is still there during the growth process.

"If you're serious about tarts, you can work out a woman's weapon. But that means you're going to forgive everyone if you have to. Again. Do you really know what that means?

Tart loses his voice.

I'm sure my mother didn't even realize it was so obvious.

You can hold me.

So after I stopped thinking and trained, I haven't been able to imagine what would happen if I were in production.

"Look, imagine. Using a woman means being raped by a man you don't even like, and closing that gap."

Keep your feet between your tart thighs from closing your crotch.

Further cage your strength in the hand you put on your chest.

The tart is teary-eyed and scared that it's my opponent.

In this way, I guess it's the first time I've shown her the male part.

"You're scared, aren't you? I'm even scared of them. I haven't even reached the act yet, but my back is pulling. So you can kill a woman with a weapon? Come on, practice. Try it. I'm going to do terrible things to the tart. Look at the gap and shove a gun in my belly."

I always tell Tart to carry the gun, and he keeps his word and still wears it.

Holsters wrapped around my thighs aren't as big, and it seems like guns are just accessories because there's no concept in this world.

Tart wept, as I tried to take Negrije off, pulling his pistol out of his holster, trying to put a muzzle on my belly, but grabbing that hand and twisting it up.

"That's a failure. At this stage, there is still no gap in the man. If you're going to get your hands on it, more later. At that moment, I'm not alert, I'm obsessed with eating tarts and I can't see anything else, so I can kill them easily."

"Higu, I'm sorry, me, me"

I'll let the tart go and get up.

"Tart, it's not for you"

Remove the tea leaves and cups stocked in the room, magically prepare hot water, and give them away with tea.

It's a relaxing tea leaf.

Slowly drunk, Tart gradually regained his composure.

"I don't think I'm scared at all."

"Were you not ready for your heart? Then when your mind's ready, are you going to do it?

"If I can help you, Master Lug,"

With eyes that still leave traces of tears, look me straight in the eye and say it out.

It's not like I didn't have enough medicine to keep you in the tart.

If it's for me, it's a response because I'm prepared to endure anything.

"Weird place, you're stubborn. I buy that feeling. But no."

"Is it because it's not for you?

"No, the way it looks, the way a man likes it, is the best thing to do if you're going to use a woman as a weapon. You can call me a gifted genius. Cowardly personality is only the right element, but stepping on the number of places will make you less afraid."

If you're a hard-working tart, you can do it.

"Then why?

"I don't like it. I can't believe the tart is being held by another man."

I mean it.

Tart is my assistant, but I also think of him as an important family member.

I can't stand a family being held by a man I don't even like.

"That."

"It means exactly what the word says."

"Damn, I'm glad. Master Lug takes care of me."

"I'm going to take care of Tart from day to day. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"That's not what I meant! I know Master Lug takes care of me a lot. So I like Master Lug!

Tempa, he usually says things he doesn't talk about.

"When you're done drinking that, go back to your room and rest. Sorry to scare you."

"No, because it's for me. And I'm not scared at all anymore."

Tart slowly drinks tea.

You don't seem to have to worry anymore.

"Um, I'm not saying I'll use a woman's weapon for assassinations anymore.... but what about that, as a maid of honor job?

Tart asks, as he ascends.

"None of that. I wouldn't mind holding a woman trembling just because a man pushed her down."

"Ugh, Master Lug, I mess with you every now and then"

The tart shaved.

And he seemed happy, but he left the room feeling sorry for himself somewhere.

Be alone and exhale loudly.

"That was dangerous."

It was an act to keep the tart in mind, but reason flied dangerously.

Forget the purpose, the desire to love each other with the tart has engendered.

I was just me.

"... I'll pay my mother back for the tart in that way later."

Exactly. This one is vicious.

I'm going to forgive the rough prank, but it's over degrees.

That guy will need moxibustion.