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

As you prepare, wait for the Demons to show up.

The sun began to set and the city was dyed by the color of the sunset.

It is possible that the day designated by the Snake Demon Meena ended yesterday and empty.

But I don't take my guard off.

One or two days are often misaligned.

On a positive note, I am well prepared thanks to the increased respite for the day.

And I also thought it wouldn't matter if it was empty.

Much better than not believing in Meena's story and missing the raid.

But at the moment, Meena has already betrayed me, and it's possible that she gave me false information to keep me away from the real raid point.

But you can't do anything if you doubt it, and at the moment you're still deciding it's a mutually available relationship.

Dia, who was taking care of her pistol at the inn, yawned.

"You're not nervous."

"You have no choice. I've been so careful yesterday."

"It's possible, but the alarm should not be lifted"

"Right, sorry. We need to keep our heads tight."

Dia slaps her cheeks with both hands.

Tart, who was similarly taking care of his pistol, was clutching his cheek.

I guess it's because I haven't slept much all day yesterday without being vigilant.

Instead, I was awake in turns saying that the night was dangerous.

I'm used to it, and because I have [super recovery], my sleep takes a very short time.

Tart and Dia aren't very good at this sort of thing.

Priority was given to body building and mastering technology, but it might be time to get used to these things.

"... it's strange"

Nevan leaks his voice softly.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's weird because there's nothing. We're keeping all sides under surveillance with the Roman Lung elite, but we haven't heard from the west on time."

"Leaving the inn and going west"

"I haven't decided that the Demons have appeared yet. Besides, if you don't hear from me on time, the one from another location should be on its way to confirmation, so you should wait a little longer."

"You're an elite Romarung, aren't you? There is no way they would fail to contact us on time with some trouble. We should be on the ground right away."

Hang the [Crane Leather Bag] on your hips.

Other than that, I'm already wearing gear.

Tart and Dia wore their own special pistols, which they finished servicing, and nodded.

"Master Lug is right. I was at peace."

"Nothing may be, but it just makes sense to be able to confirm that"

And so we ran out.

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Everybody, harden up. We're heading west.

That if the elites of Romarung had lost their lives without even being able to call for help, it would be worse than expected.

It is too risky to disperse.

Sounds like you got it right.

Without having to cross the outer wall, I could be sure that the elite had been killed by the demons.

Anyway, because hell was unfolding there.

King of the hundred beasts, his flock is ravaging the people.

All the demons you see are untouchable. I mean, family, not demons.

But I can't be alarmed because I'm a family member.

Its fangs shatter its skull as if it were a sugar worker, and its nails cleave its meat like butter.

People are crying and running away.

Its height is less than two meters, its body length is just over three meters, and it is one turn larger than a normal lion.

Wind Range Surveillance Magic examines the surrounding area, but the demons are scattered to efficiently slaughter humans.

It's troublesome to be scattered like this.

When contemplating the operation, a female lion demon appeared behind a woman running away with a child.

"Just help me!

The nail is still going to capture the mother's back.

"[Shooting]"

Choose [shooting] that allows pinpoint shooting rather than [shelling] to avoid damaging the surrounding person in the aftermath.

The spit out tungsten bullet follows its aim and is slammed into the forehead of the female lion.

But the hard noise sounded and the bullet was played.

The female lion loses interest from her parents and children, stops on the spot and stares at me.

"Hurry up!

"Ha, yes"

Apparently, people help has succeeded.

And I found out about him, too.

"Does that mean that the hair is stronger than steel?"

Otherwise, it doesn't sound like this.

And there's another troublesome thing.

My [shooting] is lightly pierced by an iron plate, and my opponent's overwhelming kinetic energy inflicts hit damage even if it is too hard to penetrate.

But this female lion flushed instead of taking the shot.

His hair fell in shock and a bullet slipped over it.

Perhaps that body hair has steel hardness, fur suppleness, and even grease coated and slippery.

The effect of the bullet is thin, and the slaughter and blow hardly make sense.

It has a very nasty nature.

"Coming!

Release a warning.

The [shooting] wasn't as damaging as it was earlier, but he still thought it was irritating.

I'm going in there alone.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaa"

That's fast.

The cat family's instantaneous muscles earn top speed from the first step.

Its speed is about 300 km/h.

My distance is forty meters. Approximately, the distance can be packed in 0.5 seconds.

[Shooting] chanting and so on can't even be in time.

Plus, it comes with a hard, slippery body hair defense.

I see there should be nothing we can do about this irrational speed and hardness, the elite of Romarung.

But unfortunately, this beast is licking me too much.

The movement is too linear just because you have overwhelming speed and iron wall body hair.

Pull through the pistol hidden in the inner pocket of your jacket.

That was originally made for Tart and Dia.

It has such a complex mechanism that it cannot be created by chanting, and the phone is imperative.

Instead, however, it can be used without chanting, making it superior and sequential in power and accuracy.

Dia's suppressed recoil as a protective gear, prioritizing precision and continuous firing capability.

In the case of tarts, there is no sense of shooting, so it is divided as it can only be used at super close range, discarding accuracy and giving priority to power.

And mine is balanced. Precision shooting was required as much power as possible.

Until the target reaches, we only have 0.5 seconds, but if it's an early shot, we'll get a change. Anyway, tens of thousands of repetitive moves since the previous life.

Quick draw, two shots of divine speed.

Of course, even though it's more powerful than [shooting], it's impossible to achieve the power of piercing his hard, slippery body hair in a pistol size.

But that doesn't make any sense that I can't defeat.

Yes, if that body hair is troublesome, target where there is no body hair.

Where it can be a steep point in all organisms, it's the eye.

The ejected bullet pierces the eyeball and squeaks the soft, important organ behind it and dies instantly.

Nevertheless, the momentum that has been gaining has not been able to kill.

Accept the head at the bottom of the boot where the metal is planted.

... so that seemed right. Steel hair is like a needle, a skewer if it is taken by hand.

"We call scattered demons while we reduce the number here as much as possible!

The demonic liogel herd is scattered to slaughter many humans.

This means that the male cannot resuscitate the female activated by touching it.

I want to reduce the number as much as possible right now.

"I like that."

Dia nods and burns the corpse of a female lion.

If you resuscitate by touching it, you can ash it.

That way I can't recover.

A new female lion appears, and you understand the death of your companion because of the smell. Stop slaughtering the people of the town, and stare at this one, and call your companion with a ringing voice, and two more demons appear.

You're being hateful and at the same time alert to me because my people were just murdered. Otherwise, I wouldn't have immediately attacked you and called your people.

... That's just a herd. Highly capable of learning and dominant.

You thought the triplets were enough, and finally you made a move.

Spread out, the guy who comes to me runs, keeping his aim out of the zigzag, and the other two go for Tart and Dia.

Anyway, if you just hit it when it moves fast and complicated like this, it's impossible to fire precision shots at your eyes.

Although, there are as many bills to kill him.

Not letting the jig sag aim means that there is no use in the movement, which means that the time to reach is increased… there is time to chant magic.

The chant is completed in one more step.

"[Cage]"

Original magic of the wind attribute, made with me and Dia.

It's the magic of filling space with carbon dioxide with a few meters forward radius.

Organisms stepping into this space are instantly deprived of the oxygen in their lungs, severely damaged by the brain, and comatose to death.

No matter how hard your hair is, you can't escape as long as you're a creature.

It's user-friendly, my favorite.

This one's clean. What would have happened to you two?

Look at Tart and Dia, and lift their cheeks. I grew up reliably.

"[Wind Bullets]. Eh, Master Lug, I did it!

Tart enchanted Towaharde's eyes, clawing with a single piece of paper, while creating a lump of wind from the ground rinse and shooting out his jaw.

It was the wind, but hence it was not flushed by the body hair, and the brain weather was shaken intensely and fainted. And without pulling out, the next moment when the movement stops, I pierce my eyes with a knife.

I grew up fine. I'm growing up as an assassin around stabbing Todome exactly.

[Wind Bullet] is Dia's developed, ultra-short, chantable magic.

Though ultra-short, physical enhancement through magic is not possible during chanting. Extraordinary strength and focus are needed to target a magical counter in a situation where vegetarian physical abilities and protection have been abandoned.

There are not many knights in this country who can do this.

And Dia seems to have chosen a simpler way to win.

"[Flaming turbulence]... then you won't get away with it"

I know the flames will work with as much cremation as they did earlier.

So to its immense magic task, it unleashed so much flaming running that there was no room to avoid it.

All that magic, I need a lot of chanting time. Probably the first time they'd already chanted since they were on guard.

Because of the high technology of predicting ahead and adjusting the completion time of the chant, I was able to magically capture that fast-moving demon.

I can hear the applause. It belongs to Nevan, who dared to watch the game, one step away from us.

"I knew Master Lug was strong, but I'm surprised to see both of you."

"I won't bring Tart and Dia with me if you're a fool, they're my precious assistants."

If you two had been here a while, I wouldn't have brought you here, I'd have worked alone.

They continued to grow and were finally relieved to entrust their backs.

"Heh, that's nice. That relationship. And your maid. I can't believe I'm that strong with that degree of talent. I'm so interested in you."

"Talent matters, but that's not everything. Besides, we finally have our destiny."

There's a reason I killed him so flashy.

The enemy was scattering and slaughtering the inhabitants.

Defeating the scattered demons in one piece won't make any sense, the enemy is more overwhelmingly fast, and it's unrealistic to chase and defeat them.

Humans get killed while they're doing that.

So we don't chase, we call.

If you have the characteristics of a cat family, you have a good nose. Yes, you'll notice the smell of your buddy's meat cooking. And the herd, the family, won't forgive us.

The prospect hit me.

There is a reaction to wind surveillance magic. A number of signs are heading this way. And at its center there are indications of an international magnitude.

"It's a life-saving chase. Run!"

"Ha!"

"There was a trap point nearby."

That's why I set it up here.

Here, at this time, we can get to the point where the trap is by the time they catch up.

"Nevan, it's time to stop the audience mode. You're a fighter, aren't you?

"Oh, I'll have to work if they say so. I'm sorry, I wanted to know more about you."

The enemy already remembered our smell.

He hasn't been visualized yet, but he'll follow me closely.

This number is tough to hit decently. So I'm gonna stick you in a trap.