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

... rescheduled.

If I had originally planned to, I would have seen the homework I was putting out on Dia and Tart today.

"Have you heard from me regularly?"

He had instructed the city of Byrnoll, where earthquakes were rife, to be sure to contact the intelligence agents there on time. Even if there is no progress.

It was a situation where we didn't know when the preliminary system of the communications network would be cut, because intelligence agents could have lost their lives.

If you make regular contact mandatory, you will not hear from anything = notice that an anomaly has occurred.

"If it's true, I wanted to gather more information and then move."

It hurts, in particular, that I didn't get any information from Snake Demon Meena.

In the Holy Land, we get minimal information from Alam Karla. Originally there were only eight demons, four of which were found to exist, with only four remaining.

Even with the information we know about the current situation, we can identify it to some extent.

Nevertheless, it is ambiguous at the inheritance level at which it is interpreted.... Meena would have provided clearer information.

I don't know if it was a coincidence that Meena couldn't be found, or if she didn't mean to give me the information intentionally.

If this one tells you to give me the information and you say no, the corner will stand. So maybe I'm avoiding contact with this one.

Too much information to make that decision.

"... there are two hands I can take"

One, keep gathering information and don't move until you decide you can win.

Two, head to Birnol now to find the Demons.

Advantages, disadvantages exist for both.

If we continue collecting information, we can boost our chances of winning. However, [the fruit of life] may be completed in order to gather information and the Demons may escape.

Conversely, the advantage of heading to Birnol now is that it can reliably interfere with the completion of [the fruit of life], but it is terribly dangerous to challenge the enemy without knowing it.

"Then there's only a compromise."

Head to the site immediately.

However, even if the Demons were there, they would not immediately get their hands on it.

Gather information as you look at the situation.

That would be the best.

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Immediately after breakfast, he ordered Tart and Dia to support the trip.

The two look surprised and then nod and gear each one up.

The tart is not the usual tri-segmented folding spear, it's equipped with the demon spear I made, and Dia carefully maintained a pistol.

As soon as you're ready, dance in the sky with a hang glider.

"You don't know what the next Demon Clan looks like."

"Oh, so I scold first. You two stay out of sight."

'Yes, because that's what Master Lug specializes in. I hope the Demons are weak this time.'

Tart can fly on his own by example, so he communicates with them by telegraph.

This time, I scold alone because it's the hardest to be noticed, but it's easier to escape when it's more than that.

The Demons will find you = It doesn't mean you fight. If you can't see the odds, you're also on the lookout for escape.

"I didn't decide I was a demon in the first place before if I was weak or not... I hope it was empty"

Wish it from the bottom of my heart.

For example, the Lion Demon Clan we fought the other day. If I had fought that and without any prior information, I might not have won.

I was informed in advance and thoroughly prepared to finally pick up the win.

Meena said the lion was the strongest of the demons, but that doesn't mean the other demons are weak.

"Uh, it's about time, isn't it? I just passed the city of Balya."

"Oh, it's not weird to see it anymore."

Concentrate your magic on the eyes of Towaharde and strengthen your vision.

And I was out of line.

There was a city... but it wasn't what we could call a city anymore.

'It's terrible. Why, no.'

"This is a lie. The city's sinking."

Dia is right, there is a sight that can only be described as the city is sinking.

A huge city inhabited by thousands of people fell into a whole pit, a tragedy that can only be said to be so.

Deep, deep hole. Anyway, not even the biggest tower in this city has a face out of its hole.

As far as I've observed from the sky, a hole as deep as a joke dug over a hundred meters.

The building is damaged. I saw it and it's falling in an instant.

Perhaps all the inhabitants die instantly.

What a mess.

"... I might have prevented it if I'd known sooner"

"I can't help but say that. I couldn't prevent it, but let's be glad I could notice."

"Right."

Because there was a communications network, I decided to focus on it and obliged it to contact me on a regular basis.

If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to disseminate information from this city, and the initial launch was delayed by a few days.

It's not the worst when it doesn't.

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Landing the hang glider, I head first to the pile of debris that was the only Byrnoll, slowly descending into a giant hole by manipulating the wind.

... It smells awful.

Not yet corrupted, but the contents of crushed humans are scattered all over it.

For the inhabitants, at least salvation would have been instant death.

Turn off the signs, turn off the sound and walk.

But there is still a high risk of being noticed.

Many organisms living in the ground are good at their ability to sense vibrations.

Even if you don't make a sound, you can't hide the vibrations beyond walking in the hole, and they may feel the swings that transmit the ground.

For once, I am alert to it and form a cushion with the wind, but rest easy.

"I see, is this what you mean by making [fruits of life]?... it's ridiculous to eat the soul itself"

Thouahade's eyes can even observe the soul when it increases its power to the limit.

Normally, if a man dies, his soul will return to heaven, and the goddess will say, bleach, and then dwell in a new vessel.

My reincarnation left me with knowledge and experience by not daring to bleach.

Here, however, all souls were not allowed to return to heaven by being stopped from connecting to the earth, but were gradually melting and flowing somewhere.

"You were wrong when you were a helmingworm."

At that time, I decided that I was sucking on the nutrition and magic of the human body to make [fruit of life].

I'm sure the aim of the Helicopter Demon Clan was there, but that didn't seem to be to make [fruit of life].

It was the soul that used it for [the fruit of life], and the one was only reusing that much to increase tree monsters.

And recognise how the demons are harmful to humans, no, the world.

Normally, even if he dies, his soul turns. In other words, the number of souls does not decrease.

But a melted and processed soul can never be reincarnated again.

The number of souls present in the world is decreasing. It wouldn't even be so easy to produce because the goddesses are purposefully doing troublesome things before reusing them.

"Maybe that's why we need it for the resurrection of the Demon King."

Magic is the power produced by the soul, the soul itself is stronger, and the power crushed and condensed using thousands of souls will be unimaginable.

That's because the Demon King has absolute strength.

... Oh yeah, you know what?

I've gotten to one hypothesis by letting my thoughts go so far.

About the identity of the power of the brave.

There have always been hints at every word of the Demon Clan.

"That can't be human"

"Existence itself is different"

"I can't fight that monster properly"

Even from the Demons, brave men are heterogeneous, which does not simply mean strength, but the very essence of existence was different.

In other words, we and the Demon Nation are in the end only creatures with one soul, but the brave are essentially the same as the Demon King, being born with thousands of souls compressed.

For example, it is also understandable that the goddesses can produce only one in a single age. If we continue to create such beings, our souls will be depleted from the world.

It connects all the answers you've ever had in your brain. The more I think about it, the more I think that hypothesis is correct.

"Kerakerakerakerakerakerakerakerakerakerakerake"

A tall laugh forcibly interrupts my thoughts like that.

It sounds unpleasant.

What the fuck is this?

"He's still alive in my nest. Strange, strange, alive, alive, but no, don't miss it."

Overflowing signs of overwhelming magic and anger, this is unique to the Demons.

From the ground, countless pink slippery tentacles face each other. Every single one of them is fatter and longer than me.

Such a tentacle sweat gland opens, exhales a pink mist, and fills the hole.

... that fog, whatever you think sucks, if you smoke it, it's over instantly.

"We have to get out on the ground first."

Collecting information is important, but survival must be a top priority.

Shall we quickly prepare a hand to get out on the ground while dealing with this fog?