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

He defeated the Demonic Liogel and broke up with Neusch, who was stained with darkness.

I believe that Neusch and I can reconcile someday, and I decided to move to save him as well as believe.

After that, I just finished the material, which summarizes only the main points, and left it to Nevan's men.

They are excellent, so this is enough. He submits the report materials to the Kingdom after making up for the necessary amount.

And......

"Wow, I knew the wind felt good!

Her eyes glow as Dia presses her hair against the wind.

He was gliding on a hang glider created by my earthly magic and using the magic of the wind to modify and accelerate the orbit.

The hang glider was for two, I manipulated it, and Dia was securely fixed.

We are enjoying our empty journey.

Hang glider construction is simple but extremely effective and fuel efficient means of travel.

At one point, I was seriously thinking about building a car, a motorcycle, something I said.

If you combine magic with my knowledge, you can make it.

However, the hang glider was chosen from the fact that there were no roads paved enough for the vehicle to run comfortably and that it could not perform, as well as the speed when used as a means of travel.

Not only is it convenient, but flying in the sky is refreshing.

"Ugh, it's sloppy. I had a good time with Master Lug, too."

"Dear Nevan, don't say that. Because it makes me sad, too."

I hear Tart and Nevan from the comms machine on my ear.

Hang gliders make two, the other is manipulated by tarts and escorts Nevan.

When it was a four-man hang glider, it became larger, and when the four-man lined up, it really had a negative effect on aerodynamics, so it took two passengers.

You can handle a foursome if you make a giant cowl of wind, like the other day, but it's not fuel efficient and not suitable for long range flights.

As a result, me and Tart, who could use the wind attribute, piloted it, and I decided that Dia and Tart would hold Nevan.

"Even so, I didn't expect the tart to ride this fast"

"It was surprisingly easy!

The hang glider is well manipulated and in just about thirty minutes the tart wears the basics.

And so that the beginner tart could fail, I was putting it right behind the hang rider that the tart would manipulate, so that I could help as soon as something happened.

"I'd like to pilot it, too."

"If you put it on towaharde territory, you should try a ride. Even if you can't use wind magic, it's just fun to glide."

"Absolutely!

"Oh, it's sloppy. I'll ride, too! Besides, I think there's a way to accelerate it, even if it's not the wind. All you need is propulsion."

"... I don't know if you're trying to use explosive magic."

"Haha, that's not true. It's better than that!

"Talk to me in advance. That's just scary."

And now Dia and Nevan in luggage are also intrigued and eager to steer.

There is a small high hill in Towahade.

You'll enjoy it when you glide from there.

"Not good, the weather's getting a little rough"

The hang rider started to shake. A little bit, the wind is getting stronger and the direction of blowing is less constant.

"Tart, are you okay?

"Yes, I'm a little scared, but I can fly. If anything happens, I'll call for help."

"Oh, please"

Regardless if you just fly straight, I still don't feel comfortable letting you fly through bad weather.

"Dear Lug, the communications machine you've been using just now is handy, isn't it? Is this magic too?

From now on, it is thanks to the radio that we are able to speak across the hang glider.

In this auspicious breeze, I can't reach my voice without these tools.

"I don't use magic on comms. It's not magic, it's science."

Radiocommunicators are surprisingly easy to build.

The difficulty drops dramatically, especially if, like me, it is able to produce material with earthly magic and guarantee the accuracy of processing.

However, you only know the basic principles, so the performance is lower, and when you make it a portable size, the communication distance is only about 100 meters.

Improvements are needed.

Nevertheless, it is also true that communications can be an overwhelming advantage in this pristine world.

It is very difficult to communicate information accurately and quickly.

In military operations, we use commanders to exchange information. The accuracy of the information is low in order to play the message game, and there is a time difference between arrivals, during which the situation changes from moment to moment.

Moreover, if there is no guarantee that the conductors will follow safely, it is even possible that they will be deprived of information.

By comparison, wireless communication is overwhelming.

Radiocommunication can even change the way wars work with one thing.

"... well, it's very, very great. overlapping, I resent that promise. With it, mankind can go one step further."

As expected, Nevan is devouring wireless communications.

She had found the military value of radio communications, in economic and distribution terms, and realized that this could change the world.

"There's no way we're going to release this either. It's technology.... I show them because I trust them. I want you to remember that."

"Of course it is. I still want to be with Master Lug. So I won't be hated."

It tickles, but it also scares me.

However, it is also true that I trust you to some extent. Otherwise, I didn't show radio communication even though it wasn't an emergency.

"Tart, be careful. There's a strong wind coming!

"Ha, ha, ha, here I come"

A hell of a storm blew out of the side. The wings twitch, the balance falls off, and they fall as they cone.

If you get this much wind, your feathers won't break, thanks to the fact that if you have enough load to break, you try to let your strength escape by bending.

Because of this, I am in a conical state...

"Ahhhhhhh"

Dia is screaming.

I wonder how scared you are.

The most troublesome thing about cone rubbing is that I panic, and the condition that I don't even know which one is above makes me terribly anxious.

Given the altitude, I can tell that I can wait until I calm down, grasp the situation, and then even get back on my feet.

But when you panic, you don't know how to move, and you can't take it back.

The best thing here is to do nothing.

After the rotation has subsided, the posture control is performed and the skies glide again.

Find the tarts.

Tart was in front. I'm not panicking, I'm doing the right thing.

"Ho."

I didn't know I could handle this kind of trouble on my first flight.

Tart makes up for his taste with effort.

Things that can be assumed can be accomplished without suffering to prepare measures in advance, which is why there is a sense of stability.

But if you return the back, the counterstress is low.

There was a weakness in not being able to drive to things you don't know or assume.

But this is how I tried to deal with my first problem.

Various efforts will be the result of laying the groundwork within the tart.

Every technology has a foundation, and that foundation can also be used for completely different technologies.

Having the guts to wear a large number of technologies has nurtured tarts and has become the bottom line.

Even with the first touch of technology, I can imagine if the existing technology is the same as the foundation.

... You've grown really well. From now on, let me rely more on you.

Me and Tart manipulated the wind and raised the lowered altitude all at once.

"You've handled it well."

"Yes, because Master Lug has worked out for you!

Good reply.

"At this pace, you're soon towaharde. Let's try harder."

"Absolutely."

It's time to get used to flying.

Wind it up, accelerate it, get out in front of the tart and follow me and send a sign.

Uncomparable speed to earlier.

This is the applied edition from here.

A tart right now would be enough to fly at this speed.

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Two hang gliders line up to land in the mansion's garden.

"Hmm, I knew you felt good about your trip in the sky! It's going to be a habit."

"Ugh, I'm a little tired. But it was fun."

"... hang glider. I can't believe it. This speed, the advantages of being able to go over enemies, can come up with any use. It's called a radio, it's called a hang glider, I regret not being able to use the chest in front of me."

Seeing the bumping Nevan and pretending not to see him, he steps into the mansion as he flexes and relaxes his stiff body.

Then I heard a bulge and footsteps.

"Oh, Lug. Welcome home! I've been waiting for you. Lug's not coming home, so I haven't been able to party in a long time."

"I'm home."

It was my mother who showed up.

Even though he's already over forty years old, he looks young enough to make it through by saying he's a late teenager.

When my mother hugs me, she looks at the diapers behind her and opens her eyes.

"Oh, Lug, you have one more daughter-in-law"

"Dia and Tart aren't daughter-in-law, and Nevan isn't like that."

That's what Dia and I plan to do, and both tarts could do that depending on deployment.

But Nevan is only a friend and companion.

"Really?

Nevan leans away from me and leans in front of my mother.

"I'll see you first. My name is Nevan Romarng. Sooner or later, I plan to have Master Lug as my son-in-law. Know me, mother-in-law."

Gracefully give thanks for the nobility ceremony. I see.

And Dia and Tart were stiff on that bomb statement.

My mother has a rare and serious look on her face.

"Is it Romarung? Um?"

Yes, it's that Romarung.

Though my mother avoids tea parties and parties, the Baron's wife.

In the first place, Towaharde and Romarung have an unbroken relationship.

I know the name of Romarung, its nature and its back.

"Oh, Lug's in trouble, too. Too hot is a thought, too. But your mother won't admit to being a son-in-law. You can't leave. I'll cry when I'm gone."

"I don't plan on marrying Nevan before my son-in-law in the first place"

Stick it in, but is it my fault that it hasn't reached my mother or Nevan?

"If you miss your separation, please don't hesitate, Master Esri. I promise you the best treatment."

"Hehe, you can't do that. 'Cause I'm a towaharde woman."

My mother and Nevan laugh at each other.

... Instinct rings the alarm when it's not good as it is.

"Anyway, I invite Nevan as a guest. And then my mother said she wanted to celebrate something, but what the hell?

The best thing to do is to get out of the way.

Even if it doesn't become a fundamental solution, we get time to hit the measures.

"Oh, that's right. Lug is going to be your brother!

"... I mean, you could have been my brother or my sister"

"Ha, you think it's my sister somehow, don't you? My guess is good. Lug, think of your name."

"Oh, I'll think about it"

"Pfft, you don't have to look so anxious, 'cause it's okay."

upset by the sudden events.

I don't know, can I be happy, should I be worried, a lot.

"Tart, Dia, if you two have kids, I'll raise them with you. It's a little strange that Lug's sister and Lug's kid grow up like brothers."

"Ah, that's nice. I've never done this before, so I'm worried."

"Um, well, I had a lot of brothers, so I can help!

I hold my head watching Dia and Tart ride as hard as they can on my mother's joke, and moreover the story gets more and more specific.

And my mother doesn't like how much I get into son-in-law, and Nevan hasn't called me by name with vegetables.

Nevan is swelling his cheeks because of that... that's an act. I play purposefully, appealing to my presence.

"Mom, I'm not planning on having a baby right now."

At least, we can't reduce our fighting power until we solve the brave men's problem.

Contraception is solid.

"It's a shame. Anyway, come in. You'll be tired, and I'll make something good for digestion today. But I'll make a funny treat tomorrow at the celebration, so enjoy. Lug, please help Tart."

"Oh, I'll contribute in the hunt. It's been a long time since I've had an Alvan rabbit."

"I'll help you make it."

When I left, I returned to my surprised but nostalgic homeland.

Shall we celebrate the birth of a new family while we rest our wings?

To do so, we must first secure a treat.

Let's go out into the woods and hunt.