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

I heard from my father, and three days after that, I decided to leave.

If he spends two years as son of the Barroll Chamber of Commerce on Murteau territory, he will be recognized as one person and entrusted with the task of Towahade.

It is the decision of medicine and assassination, both in public for the first time, to conduct trials outside, three more years earlier than my father, the youngest in history and the strongest towaheade in history to have been tested in XV, at XII.

And it seems customary to gather only relatives before leaving for the last trial to celebrate, and a feast was held today.

Relatives here are my family, and the branches.

I only meet my bifurcated muscles about once a month, but I remember all my faces and names.

Anyway, valuable combat power.

The branch hasn't drawn as much blood as the main house, but it's magical. It will be war, and if we are summoned by the country, we will lead them to fight.

In addition, the assassination family business fails in the unlikely event that only those in the main house who have been trained to prevent the offense from being exposed, but the medicine has also taken on branches.

Whenever possible, he's the one I want to get along with.... but they are staring at me as strongly as they were earlier.

That's my cousin on four. Ronaha.

My mother and I, we didn't even notice the dishes Tart cooked, and Ronaha even had liquor on her.

Such a ronaha suddenly rises and throws a glass at me when I swallow the liquor dry.

I was alert from that sinister gaze, so I took it soft so I wouldn't break the glass and put it on my desk.

The blood vessels on the temples were tingling because the behavior was unnecessarily disturbing.

"I won't admit it! I won't admit that the next prince is such a kid!

For a long time, I knew I was thinking about that.

Because I was in an attitude.

Even the occasional joint training with a branch has not been a good way to tangle.

It was these celebratory seats, and I guess the dissatisfaction finally exploded.... The tart holding back behind me released a slight willingness to kill, so I flaunt it with a hand sign.

Ronaha's father tries to yell at him, but his father says it's unnecessary and opens his mouth.

"Hmm. What's Ronaha so unhappy about Lug?

"I was supposed to be the winner next to Ruff! That would be weird being such a weak looking kid! I'm stronger! I should be the next one."

Ruff is my brother, or sister, who was deceased when I was born. My father and mother don't talk about ruffles as unnaturally, and I don't know no record, no gender, no age.

Perhaps Ronaha couldn't help but neglect me because he thought Ruff's death would roll our Lord's throne.

... You don't feel very good.

My father goes on with the words.

"Is that what you say? I'm sorry, but you're not for towahards. Offset in the fundamental. Sounds like the strongest thing in your opinion is claiming to be the owner of Towahade, but Towahade is an assassin. It's third-rate at the point of falling into battle in the first place. We refine our combat skills just in case."

My father is right.

At the time of the battle, the subject is rarely intent on killing, and the assassination has almost failed.

Strength is also an important element.

If you're strong, you can forcefully produce results even when things are exposed, you can survive through the siege net, and redo works.

But if strength is the most important thing to say, it's not for assassins. The ideal is only to approach without anyone noticing you and to kill you without them recognizing you.

"Ugh, squarely, you just have to smash it from the front!

I'm getting a headache.

In the first place, Towahade's work involves secretly eliminating evil that even the table cannot dispose of, at the royal request.

In the unlikely event that an assassination by Toahade is discovered, the royal family will relentlessly trump Toahade.

I will never admit that it is a request from the royal family, and I will be punished for the murder of Towahade.

Never speak for yourself.

I can't believe you didn't know that from there.

Ronaha's father holds his head.... Well, I know how you feel.

"Ronaha, there's so much to say. Assuming Lug is stronger than you, will you acknowledge him as the next winner?

"Absolutely. But if I'm stronger, I'll have the next Lord's seat, give it up!

Let your eyes gleam and lift the edge of your mouth.

I can't afford to deal with twelve kids.

"Fine. Okay, do it. Now."

"Heh?... ah ha"

Ronaha raised a dumb voice.

Because I was shoving a magical knife down his throat.

One slice of skin cuts and blood flows.... If I wanted to kill him, I could have killed him. Yes, it's not even a battle, and Ronaha is dead without understanding what happened until the moment of death. This is the assassination.

"Apparently, Lug is stronger than you. Did this satisfy you?

"Ugh, uh, that"

Too bad.

I predicted this would happen from the course of the conversation, using Ronaha's attention being directed at my father, erasing the signs and lurking in his blind spot.

After that, I just need my father to signal the opening of the war and at the same time get close without sound.

Hey, there you are.

"That's the assassin. We are not like knights. As I said earlier, Ronaha seems to be mistaken for Towahade... Lug, get rid of the knife"

Deliver the knife to the sheath as you were told.

Then Ronaha's muscles swelled up.

"I didn't say I was here. Hey, yeah, yeah!

That's how they beat me up with a ghostly shape.

... Damn, why did you think I was going to inherit Tower Hard with this?

Put that arm on his back, throw it on his back, drop it off his back, and stiffen his stiffness with his articulation.

He tries to get violent, but he's completely hardened and he can't get out. Still folds because it makes a futile resistance. There was a dull noise, and he stopped resisting.

"but ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

You don't have to make a scene. Beautifully folded to connect immediately. If he's magical, he'll stick around in three days if he gets treatment for Towahade.

"You would have figured that out by trying. Lug is stronger even if he fights normally.... I said earlier that strength is the least important, but it is necessary. It's third-rate at the time of battle, but it's ready for when, so you can use your bold hands."

Try not to be a battle.

However, the hand that can be used is severely narrowed on the condition that there should never be a fight.

That's why my father trained me.... Well, in my case, there are circumstances where you can't assassinate a brave man if you don't have enough power to screw him upside down.

I see Ronaha, my heart was broken.

There will be no more outbursts.

"What do you say, everybody? My son's pretty good, isn't he? I assure you, medicine, assassination, they're both geniuses over me. Good move now, too. Right as an assassin."

When my father says so, the precipitated air brightens up.

Exactly. Ronaha's parents have a complicated face, but they praise me for being a dependable successor to everything else.

Perhaps my father was stirring up Ronaha while pretending to flaunt him for this performance.

I just need to follow Ronaha later.

He's going to be one of my men eventually.

◇

Finally, it was the day before we left.

Visit Ronaha with souvenirs.

"What the hell, man? You're here to tell me you don't like it."

"It's not. I just thought you were depressed."

The tone was not a polite one to use on my father or my mother, but dared to make it martial.

This is better for him. This type stays high when treated with a low, polite waist.

"... I'm not depressed. I was just pathetic and frustrated. Four are good for younger kids."

"Speaking of which, my father was made good by the kid thirty years down"

"Is that rumor even bee? I didn't expect to defeat the best Tower Hard in history with twelve. So there's nothing I can do about it."

Ronaha laughs mocking herself.

"Right. You can't beat me where Ronaha did it.... but you don't have to win either. If I take the lead, Tower Hard will flourish. If you become a subordinate, I promise you more treatment now. You lost to me, but you're pretty strong. Last year I watched a young knight compete in the Wang capital, but only four of the twenty participants could be convinced that they were stronger than Ronaha. That's as good as it gets. I want Ronaha. As a Knight of Towahade, I expect to be active on the battlefield"

I feel like I'm not lying.

A knight is a standing army formed solely by the magical possession of a second or third son of nobility, or a very rarely born man, whom the governor does not succeed, and who has to complete a tough test to take his name there.

He is more skilled because he specializes in fighting than the nobles who are called only when things happen.

Instead of taking a pull with twenty such elites, a superior strength.

Too short for an assassin, but Ronaha is out of one head if only strength in the pawn of Towahade.

Plus, I don't look like this and my arm as a doctor is bad.

"Hey, hey, are you gonna compliment me on that?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm finally soliciting."

"It's not stupid. Who would be happy to be told that there are four people your age stronger than you? But, well, not bad. It's better to be frank than to be weird with you."

"This is a souvenir."

"... Is this the sword? That's incredibly light. Besides, it tastes good to slash. Is that a demon sword or something?

"Oh, this one looks better on Ronaha than a knife. A knight is better suited than an assassin. Characteristically and physically. And even Knight's work is in Tower Hard. Sooner or later, I want you to wield that sword as a knight."

Ronaha hangs his sword on his waist, then exhales heavily.

"Hang on, go home"

Is solicitation a failure?

Given Ronaha's personality, I stepped that this is the easier way to succeed......

Put your hands on the door.

"You know, I'll be better off when you get back in two years. I understand when you say it. I don't look like an assassin. Be the kind of knight you want, and do it your way."

"Oh, let's work with each other"

I see, some of these types can't be honest like this.

Let's remember.

Whatever it was, I got an excellent knight.

Let's make the most of it when I'm in charge.

◇

When I returned to the mansion, my father asked me what had happened to Ronaha.... I didn't expect it to be read until this action.

But I also think this father would be possible.

The next day, my parents and the residents were dropping me off and I was leaving by carriage.

In the neighboring town, I plan on switching to another carriage.

"You don't have to follow me, do you? Even when I'm away, I can ask the family to train you, and Murteau is a commercial city. It's too different from this one."

"It doesn't matter! Because I am the exclusive servant of Master Lug. I'll follow you everywhere and take care of Master Lug."

Tart is also accompanied.

For some reason, he was holding a large load and roughing his nose.

... Speaking of which, my mother called Tart into her room yesterday and we talked for a long time. I'm sure it's about that mother. I guess I blew in something that's never been in the tart.

Before switching carriages, use dyes and hide your proud silver hair at Mother's concession.

Because I can't show any more relevance to Lug than I will spend the next two years as an Ill.

There's that entanglement, and I guess the tarts shouldn't take them, but there's nothing a servant can't mislead.

Besides, I get busy over there. It would be easier if you had a servant. Let Tart have an easy disguise later.

"Dear Lug, I look forward to Murteau"

"Right."

Come on, what's the commercial city of Murteau like?

In two years with my father, I promised to know the world, make connections, get information networks and succeed as a merchant.

I want to be successful enough to get assassins from my peers. Being targeted seems interesting, and depending on who they are, they learn.

In just two years, it's impossible by ordinary means to be successful so far.

That's why it burns. I was already in my head, and I was starting to make plans for it.

Let's just say we do what we have to do as Ilg Barroll.