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

I was in my mother's room the morning after I had an incident with Tart.

"Well, it's been years since Lug came to your mother's room from himself!? You'll prepare tea and sweets. I keep my cookies hidden."

Mother is in a good mood to step on the stool and take out the cookies that were hidden over the costume dance.

The wrapping is Wang Du, and it's a popular design, so I guess I took something someone gave me for a souvenir.

"Mom, you know why I'm here, don't you?

"Hehe, of course. You're here to thank me for pushing Tart's back, aren't you? Did you do it right?

"I haven't. I pushed him back."

"Oh no, such a cute kid!? Oh, Lug didn't know how to do it, did he? Your mother will teach you."

"An extra favor. If my mother taught me that, I'd be traumatized."

... Why do you decide I'm a virgin?

When I was in Murteau as Ilg Balor of the Balor Chamber of Commerce, I have already experienced it.

I just can't easily make a lover or anything like that in my Ilg Barroll capacity, and because of my backwardness to Dia, I'm just a professional opponent though.

And I was experienced in my previous life.

I got angry when Tart said I would weaponize my body with semi-permanent readiness, because I myself used my body as a boy to get into that kind of predilection, and I know someone I know who uses my body as a weapon, and I know how hard and tragic it is.

"If that's not the reason, I don't know why. We both like it on the inside, but we can't help but keep our distance, can we? So, yeah, I put a tart on it."

"An extra favor. Mostly, what's wrong with telling Tart to use his body as a weapon? I won't let Tart imitate that. Mother would know what it means for an assassin to use his body as a weapon? What are you going to do about trying to pull a tart into that path?... I'm seriously mad"

If you're a tart, you can do it.

No matter how hard I feel, I'm gonna put up with it for me.

That's why I'm scared.

"Ugh, I'm scared of Lug. Nothing, even I didn't mean to tell Tart to do the color trick. She just needs an excuse to seduce Lug."

I thought that was the case, but I'm sweet looking at the tart's swine rush.

"Next time I do this, I won't forgive you. Never speak to your mother again."

"Oh, no. Mother, forgive me for reflecting. If Lug hates you, you can't live."

Crying, clinging to me.

As always, this man is too young for his looks and attitudes.

... Speaking of which, I'm luxurious, and I'm often seen younger than my age. Maybe beyond twenty, it doesn't mean it's still the way it is.

Often, I get a little anxious just to be told that I look like my mother.

Regardless of the woman, it's not a good idea for a man to be seen young at all times.

"I forgive you this time, but there's no next time. You don't have to take extra care of me, 'cause I'm looking right at the tarts, and I know it."

Dia, Tart, Marha.

My important partners.

We have our way, I don't want people talking from the side.

"Lug, you're a kid in a place like that. Wouldn't you show a girl what she really means?"

I get a little irritated with my face.

But I have myself that I can't completely deny that word.

"Tart, I'm sure you'd be happy to get your hands on me."

"Mother, are you really reflecting?

"I'm reflecting!

My mother salutes me deliberately.

... Would you be happy if I got my hands on it?

Not to threaten on that occasion that you don't know what the word "use your body" means, if you just get flushed and love him gently. Tart may have been pleased.

But that's not true.

What an unhealthy relationship that needs an excuse. Besides, if we start to love each other purely and overlap our bodies, that's why it was the first time later.

"I'm going now."

"Yeah, let's eat some sweets."

"I'm busy. When Dad gets back, he can't do his job."

"But it was two days later, wasn't it? I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of souvenirs Kian will buy."

"I wonder if I can be that optimistic. They are treated as idols for the exaltation of war. It's a hassle."

My father is out for a meeting about my medal award.

Meetings are held in a city in the middle of nowhere because it is too far to the Wang capital.

Because of all the political thoughts involved, he was summoned as the head of Towahards.

It's weird that Teng himself doesn't have me, but he's the only one they're calling.

"Don't worry. Kian wouldn't let Lug do anything weird, and if he didn't do anything, he'd be ready to run away."

It's too arrogant a line as a nobleman, but in fact my father would.

Towahade is for the kingdom of Alvan.

But my father thinks that family is more important than this country.

Therefore, when choosing one, I do not hesitate to choose my family. And he's a man with the power to protect his family even without noble status.

"Oh, and then. Bring Marha to my house, please. I'm talking a lot in my letter, but you're telling me from every word that you love Lug, right? Mother, we have to figure out what kind of child this is."

"... I'm coming"

Whatever you say to this man is useless.

I left the room with a terrible sense of disillusionment.

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My father returned a day behind schedule.

When my father came back, he told me to come to the study an hour later, and I went back to my room.

At first glance, it looks like it always does, but I'm pretty tired just pretending to be.

I haven't seen my father wear out that much.

I wonder how much we've done over there.

I told Tart to prepare a special tea I blended.

I recently started working with the makeup brand Orna.

It has a relaxing and beautiful skin effect and has a pretty good reputation.

Use precious things that are hard to come by, even in that tea. I want to touch my father at all.

"Don't be surprised what they say, be prepared"

I was prepared to be a hassle, but seeing my father's attitude made me more serious.

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"Excuse me."

Enter my father's study.

My father changed his clothes, slightly but he seems to have taken a nap and looks better than he did earlier.

"Lug, sit down."

Take a seat according to my father's words.

"Quickly, but I'm going to talk about the medal award in Wang Du. I know you do, but I was away from the territory for that meeting."

My father looks serious.

Looks like there's something so bad to talk about.

That's right, I hear a knock.

"Who?

My father speaks up.

"It's a tart. I brought you a nice cup of tea, Master Lug."

"Hmm, come in."

Tart thanks and pours tea from the teapot.

This kind of appearance has become much the same.

When I finished making the tea, I thanked him again and left the room.

"That smells good. It's tea I don't know."

"It's tea from a distant exotic land. Drink and you'll feel at ease."

"... I didn't know my son would spot me unwell. I'm not that far from handing over my Lord's seat. This is good. stain your body."

My father smiled thinly and drank tea, his expression only soothed a little.

This tea is good.

Once, something that wasn't even in the world I was in, something mutated by the magic that leaked out of the land where the dragon pulse flows, and I can't make it without this world.

I like it so much that I acquire fields and dwarfs from the landlord and try to turn most of that harvest here.

Sometimes they pay more than their original owners, and the little writers are highly motivated.

"Let's get back to it where it's settled. There are no particular problems with the medal awards in Wang Du, generally according to the procedure foreseen. It's just a little too flashy. I need to attend some of the events."

"I'm ready for that."

My father tells me in detail, but there's nothing stranger about it, and it's acceptable enough.

I just talked to him that far, made it between, and then again my father opens his mouth.

"The problem is after that."

"Is that what you're saying about meeting that guy?

"That's a problem, but it's a lot worse than that.... the upper echelons of this country are quite hip in this demonic raid. Only one demon tribe ravaged a school that was supposed to have the most magic in this country. It also hurts that you let yourself be at the knees of Wang Du."

The school exists on the outskirts of Wangdu.

The King's capital is doubly protected. A fort that stops attacks from all sides, even if it is dropped, there are many magical possessions, and a school that even has the function of a fort is in a position to defend the heart of the king's capital.

In this demonic raid, the outer fort made little sense and even the school was about to be dropped.

In other words, the Wang Du, the centre of this country, had perished if one step was wrong.

"Being hip pulled means taking a defensive strategy... Are you even going to say you won't move the brave from near the king's capital?

"You got it. Even if the Demons emerge in the future, they will not dispatch brave men if they are in an area more than a certain distance from the Wang capital... that is, a sight to behold. As far as pre construction is concerned, if the Wang capital falls, this country will end, but the people in the center simply ran to preserve themselves."

If you are not a brave man, you cannot kill the demon clan, but you will keep and kill that brave man in the king's capital.

Approximately, it's not a sanity shack.

"How does that engage me and no towaharde?

"... the nobles, with their territory away from the king's capital, rebelled fiercely. I can't wait to be seen dead when the Demons show up. So the white feather arrow stood in the lug. By entrusting the brave with the patronage of the king's capital and sending a force capable of killing the demons, the center convinced the nobles of the province"

"You want me to kill the Demons? How did the center know you could do that?

Even though it worked in earlier battles, the appearance is only in the discovery and surveillance of the Demon Nation.

It shouldn't have been evaluated for its direct combat power.

"It seems that Epona the Brave talked a lot about Lug. That was a pleasure, Lug."

"... eh. I'm sorry, Dad."

I stopped talking.

Because I knew it would be troublesome if my powers were on the table.

"Don't blame him for being too brave. At a party somewhere, a nobleman who fought for Lug said a lot of bad things. That brave man makes you look ridiculous and hot... and you know how it goes from there, don't you?

"That's what happens if you're that brave character. My thoughts were sweet."

I'm sure you smashed everything I did on that battlefield.

Don't blame Epona for this. It was my downfall that only kept her to the point of promise, even though there was that risk.

"Can I say I'm fortunate, I'm just going to be paid for the role.... I asked for unscrupulous rewards to protect Lug, but I didn't know it would all be accepted. At the time of the medal award, it was decided that Lug would be given a special status reserved solely for you. And different privileges will be accorded according to status. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

That's Tanuki in the center.

If you want to use it anyway, do you even want to use the title of Demon Killer and make the Medal Award Ceremony more exciting?

"Father, please don't apologize. As a result of my sweetness. I'll pay for it myself."

"Well, if you say so, it helps. Actually, I was just thinking about getting you and Esri ready for asylum."

"I don't need that at the moment. I'm a demon. I'll kill you."

As a nobleman, I was born.

But the reality is that once the Demon Nation emerges, the lossy role of suicide is forced to go on crusades without relying on the brave.

Neither does the center think I can probably kill the Demons.

To convince the local nobles, force them to reason, convince them not to send the brave men, and later, even if I am killed by the demons, don't steam back what was later decided, the brave men dispatch to the province keeps turning down the belly.

Either way, I was going to get the power to kill demons, but I need to hurry. It kills me as it is.

"Then I keep a message from the brave Epona. He wants time to meet the day before the next medal award ceremony. And I want to use an apology and something called the Brave Skills [knights who devote themselves to me] to Lug to share the power of the brave. and."

I didn't know Epona was in a place like that... that's brave.... No, did the center call you as a witness to convince me of my strength?

"I appreciate that. Because challenging the Demon Clan as it is now was a little tricky. That's brave... I didn't know you had the skills to share power."

That being said, I know that skill. One of the S-rank skills I learned in the Goddess room.

[Knights devoting themselves to me].

Up to three people can be given skills according to their own strength and the opponent's vessel. However, power is lost when the subject is either 'against the Lord's will' or 'defeated'.

I am grateful to be able to use the skills of the brave to fight the Demons.

And this can also be used to kill brave men. If it is a condition of 'against the Lord's will', there exists as much way out as there is.

"Lug, ask again. That's really good. I think I can run away."

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm not saying I can do anything I can't. The assassin does not underestimate or overestimate himself. Let him stand around well. Besides, it's the same as before. … for the sake of this country, let us assassinate the Demons"

It's troublesome but not the worst.

The privileges that will be provided are fascinating.

And in the end, it's not the same thing I've ever done.

Towahade has assassinated nobles in the country under royal instructions for the Kingdom of Alvan.

From now on, the subject has only changed from a nobleman in the country to a demonic.

If it's going to be good for this country, I'll let you assassinate a brilliant demon tribe as a tower hade.