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

I was returning from Wang Du to Towahade because I had finished my work.

Since returning, we have continued to gather information and evidence using communication networks.

And yesterday I finally finished the dossier perfectly that the Marquis of Caronalai was the real killer.

"You managed to make it."

Again, real-time communication networks are against the rule.

If you are gathering information from around the world, it would normally only take a few days to communicate the instructions to local intelligence and a few more days to have their findings delivered.

Moreover, if new information is found, there will be more new subjects to examine, and the instructions will take a few days and a hell of a number of days.

This much material could be made in this ultra-short period because the transmission of information can take place in an instant.

What dominates information dominates the world.

Without joking, you might even be able to take the world if you make serious use of this communications network.

"I came to see you!

Your own door opens and Dia comes in.

It's not that I don't knock because I'm impolite, but because when I don't want to be in there, I'm key, and there's an arrangement between the two of us that if the key is open, I'm free to go in.

"... that face, it looks like you've made new magic again"

In Dia's case, it's on her face as soon as she can do some good magic.

"Yeah, I am. Because this time it's amazing. Look, write it down. I can't experiment without Lug writing."

Dia is good at talking about new magic.

I've been busy with a lot of things lately, and I haven't even gotten around to developing magic.

The new magic had been asked for by Dia.

Dia has taught me a lot of things that are likely to be diverted to magic with previous life's technology, which brilliantly elevates it to magic. Sometimes it adds up to ideas I don't have.

There are numerous magics that were born because Dia was there.

"Interesting, indeed."

"I saw Lug's comms and hang gliders and I noticed. Nothing magic is just used to fight. With this magic, it would be convenient, wouldn't it?

"Oh, very good"

Once again I can show off Dia's genius.

I didn't even imagine this combination of procedures.

And this ritual... definitely made it for me to be tried in the King's Capital from now on. It would be a disguise not to speak of it.

"Hey, uh, are the trial measures going well? If you lose, Lug becomes a criminal, right? I absolutely don't like that."

"Perfect in the visible part. And then it depends on how many cards they have that this one doesn't assume."

"Is it going to be a tough fight?

"It seems like we can handle it. Whatever bills we have, we can crush the enemy's claims, their very roots."

"Oh well, good. But it's a little teethy. I can't help myself at times like this, and even in the previous capital, it didn't do much good."

Look at Dia, who seems sorry, and I shake my neck to the side.

"That's not true, the technique used to make the comms was only possible because of the regularity" rules "that Dia found for me. Besides, it worked great in the King's Capital."

"I don't remember doing anything."

"All three thought they could bring in the noble lady, so he jumped at me. It just made sense for me to be here. Besides, they did a great job on my pull."

"There, more details!

"It was purposefully a makeup and dress that killed Dia and Tart's charm, wasn't it? And intentionally, I took it off his hobby. That was to protect the two of us, and when the three of us lined up, my beauty was conspicuously calculated. That's not all, I always cared about and defended the two of them, and the woman who did that earned the point for that guy's taste. What a sensitive and relative attraction a person is. It's fundamental that you use your puller well."

One of the moves I use to do color tricks.

Dare to deviate from the target's preferences and place women next to each other who have further lost their rank than themselves, thus creating contrasts and highlighting the appeal.

It was only because there were two of us who could have easily dropped Count Frantrude that far.

... although I was planning to get more direct cooperation from the backup plan.

"That worries me if I'm happy or if I have to regret it! Anyway, don't hesitate to count on us. As soon as Lug is alone, he tries to do it all by himself."

"Really? It's still going to be a lot sweeter."

"You can be sweeter. I'm Lug's sister."

"She's my sister now."

"Mmm."

I swell my cheeks. Dia is cute and bitter.

Dia doesn't understand how much Dia is helping me.

"Well, they're picking you up. Leave a message."

Looking out the window, a painted carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

Only special officials use that carriage.

In other words, something that has the role of transporting what has been charged with a crime.

Good luck with that.

I go to Wangdu alone.

I'm not allowed to be escorted because I'm being taken.

Besides, there's very little you can do to Dia or Tart if you put it over there.

As I stood up to welcome the officials, a shadow jumped into the room.

It's a tart that cut my breath.

"Um, Master Lug, it's a plug!

I'm offering you a big basket.

There's a sweet smell coming from inside the basket.

"It's sunny sweet bread! I thought I could get some decent rice over there, so I baked it. Please, be safe."

When opened inside, bread for preservation cooked with plenty of fruit and nuts soaked in alcohol.

I used to make it as a preserved meal when I was doing survival exercises with tarts.

Did you still remember that recipe?

It may be the desire to survive that I prepared the bread I made when I was a survivor.

"Thank you very much."

I was losing my mind, but I need something like this.

I'm being taken as a suspect.

For once, I wouldn't be treated that badly if I were normal because I was at the suspicion stage.

But this time it's not normal. If you're in a position to discredit me, you might be harassing me by acquiring an official to deprive me of my judgment.

It's a stone that hurts, doesn't give you rice, and pushes you before trial to not be able to argue properly by depriving you of your temper.

Thankfully [Crane Skin Bag] holds each basket together with the trial material, folds that [Crane Skin Bag] and puts it in something like the original magically produced vinyl, then swallows it.

[Crane Skin Bag] is a possible geisha because when folded, it is reduced to a flat hand size.

"You know, Lug, that bag is amazing important stuff, is it okay if you drink it!?

"This is what I'm doing because it's important. With a little training, you can keep it in your stomach, and you can always take it out. If they're gonna take me, they're gonna confiscate my belongings, right?

"You're lying, you're a surprise person!?

Easy to hide in other things, rectum, etc.

So much so that some fierce people have passed customs by hiding drugs and such in their bodies for about a kilo with straw and popular technology.

"Master Lug is amazing...... oh, I failed again"

"What's wrong with you?

"For Master Lug, there is a [bag of crane skin], so I would have preferred a softer bread, not for preservation."

The tart panics.

Indeed, the bread that the tart baked was close to Stolen, a bread that was low in moisture and hard for long-term preservation.

"It's okay, this is delicious. Thank you, I'll feed you.... We'll both be back in a week or so. I'll be mad if I don't finish my homework by then."

Tell them to tear up to relieve the two of their worries a little.

"Yeah, I'll just get it done!

"I'll see you too!

It's a waste of time not letting anything happen while I'm gone.

So I was giving you homework to keep.

By the time we get back, we'll have both grown up a lot.

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By an official, the door of the mansion is slammed in haste.

Usually a servant greets you, but this time I'll go.

"What can I do for you?

"Is Lug Towaharde here!?

The man in front of me is middle-aged and a little shorter than me. Intimidating waist, but somewhere inferior.

What a little villain.

"Yes, I am."

"I would have received a letter the other day. I will take you to the king's capital for the murder of Count Marlentot."

Naturally, I have not received a letter or anything.

To fit me in, they made sure they didn't arrive in an accident.

I dare to upset you by pretending to know nothing.

I didn't receive such a letter, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, some mistake, I let him call it in.

Watch the other person react while acting like that.

If he were just an official, he would give a somewhat suspicious explanation.

But if this guy is being acquired...

"It's ugly, you murderer! Come on!"

I pulled out my hips sword and threatened... with a mockery grin in its mouth.

I know this guy. That the letter could not have arrived.

"I'll go. To prove my innocence."

The minute I say that, I get beaten up. Well, it seemed like the magicians had been chosen just to take the nobles.

Hitting me is what I expected, and that blow was too dull, and it was easy to shake my neck and let the shock escape at the moment of impact.

It looks flashy but hardly damages.

Nonetheless, he punches his buttocks down, creates a frightened look of fear and holds his cheeks down with his hands.

"I don't care if I say the Holy Knight! Oh, my God, those defiant eyes don't see any reflection at all! I'll make it right with plenty of cuteness until I get to Wang Du!

You should put it as well as you like.

I'll make you pay for that bump later.

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When riding the carriage, his hands were tied and he was even put on the monkey "Rumblewood" so that he could not chant magic.

And they're confiscating all their personal belongings, as expected.

Even though it's all about it, as far as I can tell by a light belongings test, the monkey is also a good place.

My watchman is two, both of them apparently acquired by the Marquis of Caronalai.

Ever since I got in the carriage, I'm laughing the way I imagined it would unfold.

Sputtering cursing noise, turning my rice upside down that my hand slipped at dinner time and deliberately trampling it with my shoes.

The officials had a needle pierced their necks from earlier on, relaxing their entire bodies with their eyes open and in a state of loss.

While I'm surrounded by those two, I untie the iron chain that binds my hands and take the monkey off.

Then, slowly remove the [crane skin bag] and eat the bread made for me by the tart. Stiff but moist, with plenty of stuffed dried fruit and nutty, luxurious taste.

The basket also contains a water bottle with warm soup, which is appreciated.

My heart, which I offered with warm soup, became calm.

"That's good. Tart guy, did you raise your arm again?"

I'm glad Tart brought me a meal.

My stomach's swollen, and I'll reread the trial materials.

Even though this is the case, the officials occasionally talk to themselves and, uh, uh- and so much so that their fingertips are moving tingly while drooling disgusting voices.

This happened because I used a needle in my neck muscle to punch medicine in.

There's no way these guys can find the darkness that the assassins really hid. And in an effort to get my hands blocked, I'll try this much artistry.

The medicine you punch in is a powerful confessor you've made for what if.

Too powerful, what is punched in no longer knows the boundary between dreams and reality, a substitute for keeping your eyes open, dreaming, and savoring a world that is convenient to you.

When you hear the leaking solitaire, you're apparently humping me in your dreams.

Rich aristocrats and next principals. You look good and everyone praises you. You don't seem to mind me eating.

They can't help but enjoy beating me up with that deprivation of liberty.

The benefit of this medicine is to assume the delusions made in the hours while the drug was working, thanks to the nature that makes the boundary between dreams and reality unknown.

Unlike normal stunning, I have a good memory, so even after I get back to sanity, I don't realize what I've done.

Regularly administer this medicine until it reaches Wang Du.

This way we'll grow up and become the fabric stone of the aftermath.

Using this medicine all the time makes your head very soft and easy to dye.

From the day before we arrived, I'm going to change the type of medicine a little bit, make it my pouch and get a lot of help.

"I didn't mean to use this medicine. The one with the bad after-effects."

If the other person was just an official, I was going to keep him company until Wang Du.

But after the takeover, you tried to hurt me while you enjoyed it.

I'm not nice enough to care about someone like that.

"Well... I've loaded the material, and do you want to develop magic?"

For the first time in a long time, I took my time.

Let's just say we develop magic.

Remove the paper and pen.

Dia's been amazing me lately. I have to make magic that surprises Dia, too.

I just had some magic I wanted to make.

When you show Dia, she will surely rejoice, and then develop that idea to create new magic.