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

The tourist guide to the King's Capital of Count Frantrude was very good.

I know all about the goodness of Wang Du, and the talks are good and attentive.

The stand-up dance is spilled.

... a nobleman indeed.

Hot type for women. However, the problem is that the electorate is fundamentally hidden.

A well-to-do aristocratic supremacist.

The aristocratic women do not come close because of their bad reviews in the aristocratic society, and he does not get his hands on the average woman from pride.

That's why I was lonely and hungry to be praised.

Very easy to do.

You can go into the gap of your heart all you want.

"Lou, did you like the king's capital?

"That's a very good place. I'd love to live there sometime."

"Then will you come to me?

"Heh, you're good."

Dye your cheeks and turn your long-awaited gaze as you tone like you are choking.

Because I understand that this kind of trick touches this man's harp line.

And stare softly at each other with your hands together.

"Lou is a nice woman. I was gonna joke, and I'm gonna get serious."

"Well, I knew you weren't serious. Count Frantrude would be terrible."

We laugh a little while we light up.

The air is flowing like a first girl cartoon.

When I felt my gaze and turned to you, Tart and Dia's eyes were cold.

... Nothing. I don't even like it and do it, so I have trouble getting those eyes on me.

As such, the carriage headed straight for Count Frantrude's mansion.

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I was surprised about Count Frantrude's mansion.

That's right, ex-renowned.

Even in Wang Du, such a mansion would not be so.

There are as many houses as there are gold on, but there is the weight of history and a polished sense.

The last property left in the Count Frantrude family. If Count Frantrude hadn't killed my father and tried to rebuild him with all his hands, this mansion would have been so manned.

About the mansion, I praise you.

This is his, his pride as Frantrude, praising him here is tantamount to praising him.

"This mansion is the very history of the Count of Frantrood family. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you. No matter who points you back."

How much it was floating in my entertainment, the truth leaked.

I guess you're also going to give false testimony to fall on me, to protect this mansion.

"No matter what you do, it's noisy. What does that mean?

"... is a boring story. More than that, the party is about to start. I'll lend you a room, so you can rest until then."

"That's sweet of you to say. Also at the party."

I smiled and moved to the loaned room.

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If you want to enter the room, check inside the room first.

I checked to see if there was any mechanism for picking up voices from the outside.

Hit the wall, grasp the thickness, make sure the sound doesn't leak, and then give permission to Tart and Dia to talk with the vegetables.

"It was a dong pull. That's how easy it is to get a man on your hands. I'm going to lose confidence as a woman."

"That was amazing. Even I, the woman, would fall in love if she did that."

"... because you're just doing it at work. I don't have that kind of hobby."

Nothing, they don't say that, but I'll tell you that because there was suspicion in their eyes.

"I know. But, you know, I got a little scared. It's so easy to be a man's manpower ball, even we..."

At the end of the word I said and stopped, it was' Even I, I was made to like it in my act '.

I do have the skill to drop women. It's easier than wearing women's clothes and dropping men.

"At least, I'm not acting like a vegetarian in front of Tart and Dia. That man has nothing to do with this job. But not Dia or Tart. I want to be with you all the time. It doesn't make sense to be liked by someone like that for acting and skill. I'm tired of that stuff, and it won't last long. Even exposing the vegetarian self makes sense because we can like each other. That's how we relate, isn't it?

Yes, if only on the spot, I can play myself for liking tarts and dia more than I do now.

But that's how the relationship you have to fix is fake, and one day it's bound to break down.

"Haha, it is. Yeah, good. I love Lug right now."

"Me too. Hehe, it's nice not to decorate because we want to be together all the time."

"Thank you both."

"What's wrong with thanking you all of a sudden?

"No, there's no particular reason, I just wanted to say"

"Dear Weird Lug"

This gratitude is for liking me as I am.

... I'm not willing to give an explanation because of the light.

"Come on, the party begins. Come here, both of you, I'll fix your makeup."

"I'll take care of it.... you know, tell me about makeup next time."

"I want you to tell me, too. 'Cause instead of us, Master Lug has better makeup than her mother-in-law."

"Oh, fine. It's a technology that can be used in disguises."

"Yay. Heh heh, you regret that Lug is more beautiful!

Is that why?

From what I can tell, Dia looks more beautiful than my dress.

"Kun-kun. I've been wondering for a while now, you smell sweet from Lug. Is this Orna's new perfume? Maybe I don't really like it."

"I was curious, too. I smell it somewhere. As I told Dear Dia, it smells sweet somewhere, but I don't find it appealing. How did you make this when all the Orna perfumes are lovely?

We both have terrible reviews, but that's natural, too.

Because this doesn't make sense for a female opponent, and it's something that works great for a male opponent.

"Because, of course, it is the most effective product. As for perfume, it's not as amazing as it sounds, but there's nothing more to charm a man. When the tart [bestializes], it would be a side effect, drooling out pheromones that attract men. I picked that one up, created it, and if it's a female opponent, it makes me slightly uncomfortable rather than ineffective, but when a man smells it, he craves it."

[Beastified] The tart pheromones are so intense that even assassins who have complete control of their spirits go crazy.

There are many kinds of ecstasy and love pills, but nothing is more powerful.

That's why I kept the raw materials for what if.

"I knew you were too serious about Lug! I can't believe you're going to drop a man that far!

"Ha, I'm embarrassed. Ugh, it's terrible that Master Lug is wearing my smell. Master Lug."

They both have the opposite attitude, but they're both blaming me.

Shit, shouldn't I have rattled you?

"Anyway, it's party time. Let's move."

I smiled bitterly, forcefully broke off the conversation and headed to the venue.

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The party, which began a few hours ago, also entered the good realm, in the heart of the dance hall, where me and Count Frantrude were dancing.

... but you've never had a terrible party so far.

The customer base is too bad.

They're brilliantly full of gold, and they're just people who think they can buy everything with gold.

Of course, it's not that it has poor character because it's a gold.

I just have a problem with people who think they can go out to parties like this and buy their character proudly with money.

By the way, Dia and Tart are sloppy and near their limits.

He was inexplicably turned to a guessy gaze, and he even told me to give him a sexual harassment speech and give him a hug because he would pay for it to be a terrible one.

Some tried to touch it, but that was me shutting it out. I just couldn't miss it that far.

... Dia and Tart need to make up for the inconvenience.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know they were going to storm this far."

"Count Frantrude has nothing to worry about. It's those people who are bad. But you seem like a gentleman, unlike those people. Whether you're talking or dancing like this, it's fun."

"It makes me feel easier if you say so.... It's hard for pigs who have only gold at all. And I have to use them myself...... Ha, sorry. For some reason, Lou, if you're the other guy, it leaks weak sounds and genuine. I never told anyone about this."

Count Frantrude has high pride and is unable to show people his weakness. But at the same time, I couldn't help but ask someone.

So if a person shows up in front of you who accepts everything, it's easy to even reveal your true intentions.

Perfume inviting a man, my speaking skills, his appearance reflecting his taste, his voice, his standing behavior making himself look attractive, the medicine he had just planted in booze, all of which was crushing the armor of his heart.

"You're a strong man."

"... am I the strong one? I've never seen anyone say that to me."

"I just conveyed my heart. I feel a strong will from you. I don't hate people like that. Maybe what you're trying to do is a bad thing.... but it's hard to get your hands dirty to protect what's important, but I think it's honorable."

"I'm going to cry. Maybe he wanted someone to tell him I wasn't wrong."

He smiles.

Then the dance continues.

When the song is over and he lets go, he stares at my hand with regret and says something.

There, pig...... moreover, one of the adults comes running.

"Dance with me next! I don't care. You called a good woman. It's slippery. Well, this is noble hands, after all, unlike normal humans. That it was worth paying dearly."

The pig thrust Count Frantrude, shook my hand forcefully, and stroked my hand.

... Got a little goosebump.

Aristocrats are treated as special.

In fact, it had magic and its ability was beyond normal human beings.

Also, many have excellent looks. One theory has an unconscious desire, a desire to be strong, a desire to be beautiful, isn't that what is realized by magic? They say.

It's credible because there are so many things that actually have strong magic that they can't be cleaned up by chance.

And some rich people immerse themselves in joy by making such a special being what they want.

Because I think I am even more special to be able to rule a magical nobleman with the power of gold.

That's what the hardware men made noise about calling the noble lady to the party.

"Lord Chartrew, she's confused. A little more gentlemanly."

"Are you gonna give me an opinion? Count Frantrude."

Seeing how I dislike it, Count Frantrude, who tried to stop me, shuts up.

I see, is that one of the Tai customers?

Well, shall we hit one play here then?

This made me feel so sick. Then I have to take it.

First, he looked at Count Frantrude, frightened, in the form of a request for help, and then he looked at me as if he were frightened.

The look speaks. Please dance with this man.

And for a moment, I get a desperate look, and then I nod with determination.

A series of plays showcases the self-sacrifice of a maiden in love: 'It's hard, but I'll do my best for you'.

"Okay, one song, please. Uncle."

"My voice is cute, but I'll tell you what to do with it."

That's how they danced like hell.

Face close, sticky, touching my ass.

... I've never had an unpleasant dance so far in my life. I've had more tragic experiences in my previous life, but I guess I feel so hard because I've become a human, not a tool, right now.

It seems that being human also has its detriment.

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Somehow, the party's over.

It was the worst party of my life.

That golden bastard is pressing me to be his mistress after the dance.

They made me struggle to say no too persistently.

If that's all, let's be patient. But he also turned his dirty gaze and words to Dia and Tart.

You can't forgive me. Make them get paid.

... he just doesn't know. I know him, because he's a business partner of the Valor Chamber of Commerce.

And that he's the one who can make you go bankrupt whenever you feel like it.

And after the party, Tart and Dia sent Count Frantrude to the room they rented.

Only I was invited out to the veranda by the Earl of Frantrude, and I just tipped the glass by myself to toast.

"I'm sorry about earlier. He made me dance with him for me."

The first voice is apology.

He was totally in love with me.

That last one seemed to be the deciding factor.

"No, it was my intention not to say no. Because I didn't want you to be in trouble."

Count Frantrude's eyes moisturize.

"... I'll definitely get out of here. Almost there, a little more, and I can get along with those guys. I will only speak to you. Count Frantrude's house is on the verge of bankruptcy. So I was using those guys to collect money. But that's over, too. Soon, we'll have the money we put together. The debt created by my incompetent father finally disappears. Then I won't let those guys go free again."

There is heat in Count Frantrude's eyes.

He is drunk.

To booze.

To the ideal woman I created named Lou.

For perfumes made with tart pheromones.

to a medicine mixed with alcohol.

To a newly sprouted love.

... more to yourself than anything else.

"So will you come with me! I need Lou. It's just you, the others don't get me. But only Lou understood me, he threw himself and sold himself for me. I want to be with Lou like that."

"All of a sudden, I'm in trouble for you to say that."

"I think there's something wrong with me too. But I really want Lou. If I get the money, I'll be happy so I can protect Lou!

"... let me think about it overnight and really want to think about it"

"So can I hear back from you tomorrow morning? I'll meet you in your room tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, I promise I'll give you an answer by then. I just want to say one thing."

I speak there and kiss my cheeks.

With a shuddered face, Count Frantrude holds his kissed cheek by his hand.

"I like you. It was love at first sight. I don't think anyone else is this cool. It's just, after all, we're nobles and we can't fall in love with emotions."

That's what I say, run and walk away.

Now he'll never forget me.

This way, it's better to have some handicaps, but love and the desire for exclusivity swell.

No longer, he got his heart imprisoned by Lou.

Now Lou's turn is over. I will never be Lou again.

Anyway, if he goes to his room tomorrow morning, there's no Lou, and there's Lou Towaharde, and he's going to convince Lou's life into negotiating material.

Even the mastermind would easily betray my dear Lou in exchange for his life.

Okay, back to the room. It's the last finish.

Create a hand that will ruin the mastermind. Let them pay a grand price for the bumps that made them do so much trouble and offense.