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

The first war with the Mediterranean dragon was a pretty bitter one.

I couldn't find anything like this that I could call a winning chance.

But I didn't come back with my bare hands.

First, I was able to identify it as a Mediterranean dragon in my heritage.

And it also confirms that it has the same nature as the heirloom, which is why it can be credible in terms of the ability portrayed in the heirloom that he didn't show on that occasion.

Also, in the specially processed bottle, the tentacles detached from him are awesome.

Correctly from the tentacles, further extended tentacles.

These two things do not lead directly to winning opportunities, but by analyzing them we can find potential.

"Um, how can you be enchanted by foul stones? Lots of foul stones packed with magic."

Tart asks me strangely.

"The attributes that are included are different. The foul stone we prepared from the beginning is a colorless magic as a battery and a mixture of fire, soil and wind to make it most effective when carrying out the bombing… But what we have here is adding a different attribute"

Foul stones can capture a lot of magic. Therefore, by changing the magic that can be included, the nature changes.

"Oh, okay. You're going to have a storm."

"Oh, if we can get three hundred people into the wind and water magic, we can even cause a storm... Storm is not a direct fire power and I haven't tried to make it before, but it's worth a try because the legacy says that the movement was dull due to the storm"

Keep putting magic into the foul stone with that said.

"Well, that sounds interesting. But you can't have as many Lugs pouring magic all over the foul stone in a short time."

That's the normal way to go.

Only my [super healing] only multiplies the amount of magic healing by a hundred or ten times.

If you continue to pour all your magic into it, it will deplete before the foul stone fills with magic.

"So this is how I hold a colorless foul stone in my right hand to draw out my magic, and with my body I convert attributes and put it in an empty foul stone. If you do this, you can use magic without depletion… I want at least five foul stones that call for a storm"

"I didn't even think about that.... but yeah, I think I can. You want me to help?

"No, fine. I can do this because the magic put in the foul stone is mine. It would be tough to attribute other people's magical powers no matter how much Dia's control technology."

"So is that... but I regret I can't help you"

"No, I want to ask Dia something. I'm going to explain my aim now, so listen to me. And tarts."

The two of them approach and sit down.

I can't help this operation on my own.

We have two powers.

In my head, I start organizing information and talking.

"There were some strange points when I confronted that Mediterranean dragon. You've seen two tentacles like that giant and the mite stretching out of your mouth, haven't you?

"Yeah, I could see it coming from here when it was that big."

"I blew one of those with a wasp knife from the roots. But it played quickly."

"That's not weird. The Demons will play indefinitely unless they break the red heart."

"Yes, that's why I've had a hard time defeating it so far"

"It's not weird to play. But that looked weird. With the chiseled flying tentacles jumping, the meat rose and grew from the cross section to its original length. Besides, the skipped tentacles always seemed fine."

Dia seems to have figured it out when she heard the story, but is Tart tilting his neck?

"Oh, well... that doesn't sound like a demon."

"I'm sorry. I'm not following the story."

"Speaking in a little more detail, the demonic regeneration is unwinding. Return to the state where everything should be. But the way the Mediterranean dragon showed us how to recover, the way the meat flourishes and grows, it's too healthy, and there's no way the chopped meat is there."

Irrational, conceptual regeneration is the Devil's greatest weapon.

But that Mediterranean dragon wasn't.

The Orcs, the Beetle Demons, and the Lion Demons have all been completely rewound when they regenerated, which they have defeated so far.

Cut off arms and legs had also disappeared at some point.

But only Mediterranean dragons are different. It just demonstrated biological regenerative capacity.

"Hey, that. You're telling me that's not the Demon Clan?

"No, I was making [fruit of life]. I can't do it without being demonic to process my soul blasphemously. So it is the devil tribe. But not all of them seem to be demons."

"... oh, okay. So you know the outside and the inside."

"Oh, otherwise I can't explain it. Maybe the Demons are in that monster's belly. That's what happens when you think about inheritance. It is half right and half wrong to say that the brave man rammed inside and knocked him down. The brave man will have met the demon clan in his body... and this is the proof of it. I finally realized after I calmed down that it was impossible to bottle it like this and bring back pieces of meat."

I'm bottled, and I still point to the tentacles that are jumping.

If that really is the Demon Clan, the chopped tentacles are gone and back where they should be.

Plumping up during the fight, that could happen for a short time, or maybe I missed it, but this guy is conclusive proof.

Of course, that's crazy to decide that the outside and the inside are separate.

But if this hypothesis is correct, an opportunity arises.

"Well, it's one thing to ask of us."

"Oh, if the outside is not a demon tribe, if you keep killing it, the regeneration won't catch up and you should die. Unlike a brave man, I can't walk around my body dissolved in that mucus. So kill the outside and drag out the demons that are in your body. That way, we might be able to kill the Demons. What I would ask Dia and Tart to do is kill the outside by adding a super-fired saturated attack where I dragged the Mediterranean dragon out of the nest hole...... so Tart, Dia. Use this."

In the foul stone in my hand, I give most of the stuff for bombing with soil, fire and wind to Tart and Dia.

Just two, a big act left as my handbill.

"It's my job to fish him out of the nest hole. If they dive right into the ground, they can't even kill you with super fire. If he's out of the hole, use it all to tap into the maximum firepower."

"Uh, is it that big, can you pull it out of the hole?

"For that reason, it's the foul stone that we have now."

It's definitely a life-threatening one.

But once confronted, it's possible to put it in terms of feeling.

"Foul stone, me and Dear Dear cooperated, oh, okay."

"I get it, too. My role is to take the foul stone to the critical point and to calculate the placement of the foul stone in order to carry out the most effective bombing, the role of the tart is to carry the foul stone as directed by me in the magic of the wind"

"Exactly."

Foul stone bombing is powerful, but what works best is to surround it and crush it.

Explosions are radially more powerful.

In other words, if used normally, most of the power escapes outside. However, if more than one explosion is triggered to surround the target, the power will be concentrated in the center and there will be no escape.

It is not human business to derive the most effective placement after calculating the timing of the explosion while quickly taking the foul stone to the critical point.

But Dia's brain and taste can do that.

However, Dia's throwing alone cannot place foul stones as calculated.

That's where the tart comes in. Tart has worked out wind magic thoroughly and its accuracy is extremely high. You can also transport multiple foul stones to the location indicated by Dia.

"That's tough. 'Cause where the assumption jumped out of the hole, we need a three-dimensional arrangement."

"Sounds very difficult."

Tart and Dia face to face.

I know you're saying difficult things.

And I'm at my best to bust him, and I can't follow you both.

"But I'll do it"

"... so am I. Um, Master Lug, tell me. Did you order it because you thought we could do it?

"Oh, yeah. I decided you two could do it."

"Then you can do it!

Good reply.

Sounds really tart.

That's not the end of it. Prepare to execute the operation and work out a backup plan when the measures fail.

This operation is full of assumptions. Naturally, you should bear in mind when you fail.

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A few hours later, a foul stone was on hand that I had made just for this operation.

Take it, jump into the hole, and use the magic of the wind.

It stayed at some altitude by doing so.

... By the time I got here, I had done that verification with a broken tentacle as to why the Mediterranean dragon hated the storm in the inheritance.

Then the result was very easy to understand.

Simply because this guy doesn't like water. Perhaps that brown skin plays water, but this inner tentacle makes mucus flow easily when it touches water.

Mucus is important to him. The mucus dissolves what it touches and evaporates to become poisonous fog, then slides the tip of the blade, which can be used for both attack and defense.

Also, when mucus is flowing, you have the habit of unconsciously spitting mucus out of the inside, which quickly dries and debilitates if you keep flowing with water. That's why I hated the storm.

Then there's one thing to do.

The foul stone at hand is not the wind and water composite we initially tried to make, but a hundred percent water.

Two such noisy substitutes were thrown under the hole in critical condition.

What happens when a foul stone explodes with water demon power for 300 people?

The answer is even simpler.

The result appears in front of you.

Overwhelming water fills the hole, which can only be described as a Great Falls.

Is the formation around here poorly drained, and the water level keeps rising in the hole, like a dam?

... If my hypothesis is wrong and all those giants are Demons, you just have to stay in the hole. Even if he dies, he plays it right away. One day, we just have to pull it off until all the water is running.

But if that outside is a family, not a demon tribe, let it not be left alone.

Anyway, if you die, you can't take it back. Well, I don't know if it's debilitating death with all the mucus being flushed or suffocating, but eventually I die.

And I can't even leave this place, which is the third option.

I hear from Meena of the Serpent Demon Clan that [the fruit of life] is in a state of near making, and if the producer leaves for some time, it breaks.

He doesn't want to bubble his previous struggles.

I mean, there's one thing to do.

"It was hard, you were hard, you pissed me off."

A giant jumps out of a deep hole that has become a pool.

His chosen answer is to eliminate the threat.

... Unlike last time, I'm not playing, I'm here to kill you. I feel a serious intention to kill with my skin. It seems that the water attack was so disturbing.

Apparently, this hypothesis fits.

Then it's easy to do.

Let's rip off that big armor for nothing and worship what it really looks like.