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

After protecting Alam Karla to the safe house and telling him not to go outside, he went back to school.

Land on the roof of the dorm. The moon was already shining in the sky.

I make sure no one sees me, and I go back to my room through the window.

And get ready to take out your study tools.

I'm going to attend a regular study group.

Originally held to teach Epona, whose grades were flying at low altitudes, but now almost all of the S-classes participate.

If you participate in this, you can alibi.

Airplanes are a world where no concept even exists. In common sense...... no, I can't imitate retaliating against the sanctuary and the school in half a day, even if I abandoned common sense and had the physical ability of the brave Epona class.

At least, they never suspect you've taken Alam Karla.

(I hope the rumors spread well)

Written with lipstick on the cathedral wall, a message that Alam Karla is coming to see the goddess.

The squire who bought that one circulates it as a rumor, and has manned it to spread.

They are professionals. Let's believe you'll do well.

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The next day, I was called to Epona after class.

She was the brave one who prophesied that the goddess would eventually destroy the world, and I was called into this world to kill her.

She still behaves as a man in a uniform for men.

I only look like a beautiful boy, but I would also like to see her behave as a woman because the material is good.

I laugh at her.

"What's the matter, call it in suddenly"

Originally, I approached Epona because I wanted to, to approach the brave and get information. And to keep you alert and increase your chances of killing.

But now he thinks he's a real friend.

"... I'll go straight to the point. Someone from the church called me in this morning to talk to me. You are trying to confuse the world by deceiving your own words into the words of a goddess. I was told a lot of other things about you. [M] Tomorrow, I invite you to the Holy Land to defeat the Demons. Praising you is a lie, and the truth is that I will judge you in heresy. I got orders, too. Keep an eye on you so you don't get away with it, and if you try to get away, I'll help you stop it."

You're moving fast on the church side.

Alam Karla's story is that yesterday morning she declared that the goddess didn't speak up to me...

Ordinary means of information transmission make it impossible to communicate orders to Epona.

Are you saying that the plant itself has been around for a long time?

"Lug, I want you to be honest with me. Are you lying to me?

"I'm not lying. Alam is lying."

"Oh well, I'm relieved. Now I can take your side with my chest up."

"I appreciate you believing me, but can I believe you so lightly"

Epona responded to my query with a smile.

"You saved me. I couldn't have fought without you. [M] Mostly. You've already defeated many demons and saved the city and many others. I can trust many times as many people as I do in the cathedral. It's true when I tell you that you're true."

I laugh bitterly.

Epona is not stained how badly.

The influence of Arabism, also known as world religion, is immense. That's why I can't blame you, no matter how wrong you say it. Damaging their mood endangers their position, be it aristocracy.

Those guys who make that kind of calculation are still better.

The teachings of Arabism are correct, imprinted from a very young age, and many of them have become common sense.

That's the trouble with religion. The people move by heart, not reason.

"Thank you for believing me. I feel relieved when I think about turning Epona to my enemies."

Still impossible to beat Epona in battle from the front. It is suspicious that he may escape.

(Even so, the power of the Church is awesome)

The pigs in Wangdu had Epona stranded near Wangdu on the cuteness of their lives.

Even so, I didn't expect you to send her to the Holy Land.

It also means that the enemy is a powerful organization.

"I can't feel safe anymore. Because it's heretical interrogation! What do you want me to do, uh, let you get away with it?

"You don't have to do anything. I'm going to be interrogated heretically. Clear your suspicions on the spot with dignity"

That's where you get the most attention.

If you run away from it, you won't be stripped of the rettel you put on me.

"Can you do that?

Even the unknown Epona seems to understand what heretical interrogation is all about.

There's no place for discussion or confirmation of the truth, just a place to plead guilty and expose.

"I can. But, yeah, when I'm about to get killed, can you help me?

"Of course I am."

"... that's what you're asking me to do, do you understand that it turns the world against the enemy?

I got a little anxious, so I asked.

If Epona underestimates the power of Arabism, I must tell you exactly what it is.

Using Epona, which remains a mistake, is not what friends do.

"I know. But my friends need to keep... and Lug needs to keep his word. You told me you'd kill me if I stopped being me. That's what I can do, because Lug is the only one. If you get killed or caught, you're in trouble."

That's what I promised Epona in my battle with the Orc Demons, who got their students involved and cried that I didn't want to fight anymore, that I was afraid I'd be no longer myself.

"You did."

"I'd be mad if you forgot."

Something to forget.

That's why I was called into this world.

As a friend, I do everything I can to make sure Epona doesn't destroy the world... and when she still can't, I'll kill for my loved ones and for her tears that Epona herself won't hurt anyone anymore.

"Well, I'll be there."

Epona walks away.

I drop it off and throw away the pasted smile mask.

"... he's a good kid, but he's sweet on the side"

Yes, sighing sounded a lot heavier behind me.

He's a skinny man tied with rope and stuffed with cloth in his mouth.

And modest footsteps approach.

"I'm surprised, as Master Lug said, that someone is watching the Lugs"

Tart in uniform appears late.

Tart was asking us to follow him, and if he had anything to watch over us, he was asking us to capture him.

The so-called double tail.

See how the man is falling.

"You put your arms up."

"See?"

"There's only one wound on the back of the head. Disabled without killing with a blow from behind. I'm not letting you realize that's getting any closer either. He's a pro, you can be proud to imitate that pro opponent like that. Not one kid about the age of tart has this many moves"

"Well, that's because Master Rugg taught me so much."

"If that's all, I can't do it this far. Well, good luck."

In my previous life, I have had the experience of raising many students, even before I was told to retire and devote myself to teachers.

There were as many students with more taste than she did, but only one student grew up like her.

... cliché, but she's a genius of hard work.

Why did you do that to her head? The tart turns red on his face and leaves him to himself. I try to make a definite look, and still loosen my expression. That place looks tart and cute.

When I take my hand off my head, the tart leaves in a shameful way.

"Well, let's deal with this guy"

A tied man stares at me in resentment.

I could read that a watchman like him would be arranged.

Only about Epona can stop me, so I have to use her, but Epona and I are friends.

The other side also considers the possibility of Epona betraying Aramnesia. Then it's only natural to keep an eye on him.

... And it's easy to read because it's a natural caution.

"You talked to Tart in class a long time ago. on the dangers and usefulness of religion."

"Yes, the faithful who have said it to the point of stickiness renounce their thoughts and say that religion is all right. I don't even get the word because I skip the approach of thinking. It's convenient to use as a tool, but I've been taught that people who indulge in religion are terribly troublesome."

"Exactly. And he's a believer who's gotten to that point."

"Muggle, muggle, muggle"

A man breaks out.

He will never tell you that he belongs to the hand of Alam.

If an agent speaks his or her own identity, it will damage the organization. There's no way he can forgive that.

"How do you know that?

"Smell. There is a special incense in Arabism. A huge donation, or a fragrance of incense that you can't give unless you make a huge contribution, is staining this man."

It was originally conceived to give believers a sense of superiority. Every religion uses class in the process of creating enthusiastic believers. That too is as easy to understand as possible.

A sense of superiority makes you indulge in religion more.

I guess he became that special believer in his contributions, not in gold.

However, what should be spared is that it took the form of incense. It can only be foolish for an intelligence agent to mark himself.

"That's Master Lug! Will you kill this man? It wouldn't be nice if Mr. Epona were known to be on Master Lug's side, would it? If it's the furnace in the workshop that Master Lug built at the last school, it's easy to ash it in an instant."

"Muggle, muggle, muggle, muggle"

A man rumbles when he hears a terrible, noisy word spilled from the tart of a poor beautiful girl.

"I won't do that. If he goes missing, they suspect something happened. Think about what to do?

If an agent disappears, that in itself becomes a great source of information.

"It's hard. It's best for you to be my friend... but people who have gotten into religion don't make sense to you... and even if you torture them, you're happy to say you're amazing at the pain you're enduring for God's sake, right? Um, I'm sorry. It's gibberish."

"Let me give you sixty points. You're right to be my friend. Get convenient information out here."

"How do you do it? Even though you can't be soft or tortured?

"Look at that and remember. I haven't had a class like this in a long time."

Recently, I was away from the job behind Towaharde with most of the demonic measures. These dirty things are shabby.

Nevertheless, my main position is Assassination Noble Tower Harde.

I don't have a hand in not using such good material.

"Good luck, you remember!

Tart is not a genius.

But hard-working and honest.

I'm sure it will grow another step.

Well, we need a lot of preparation.

As Tart said earlier, these people don't get the word, and they are more resistant to pain. Tough on positive offense.

So use the structure of the human body, especially the brain.

Difference between emotions and reactions. If you use a biologically irrelevant part, you can do whatever you want.

A more effective method can be achieved by combining this magic with the technology of previous life.

I don't think it's bad for him.

But unfortunately, I am not a kind man enough to put up a retell with the world's enemies and try to mock them to death.