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

The day I got home, I was celebrated for being a huge adult.

The next morning, when I wake up feeling signs, my mother is about to come into my room. Being an assassin, I wake up no matter how tired people get when they approach me.

I kept staring at him as he continued to pretend to sleep.... mainly the lower body.

I think again but my mother remains the same. I've grown a lot in the last two years, but my mother's not old at all. It's odd how it only looks like the middle of the twenty, no matter what, even though it's over forty already.

... Is Towahade also a secret to staying young?

I feel like it would be more of a hit product than an emulsion if I had something like that.

I wake up.

"Morning. Mom, what's going on in the morning?

"It's a shame. I can't believe you're okay today."

I generally understood with that one word.

After all, has Tart spoken?

Lug Towaharde's biggest black history.

"... you know. I'd take care of it once and for all, and every day, if that happens, I'm sick."

"It's boring"

"I mean, do you want to see my son like that?

"I'd love to see it! Because it's proof that Lug's grown up."

"Oh, yeah."

I smile unexpectedly.

... black history that Tart would have talked about.

That was, just a year ago. It was the autumn of thirteen.

Both Tart and Marha usually hide it without showing it that way, but they were hungry for love and lonely.

I have an absolute yearning for something called family.

I can't help it, because we're both still girls, and yet we've lost our families.

Sometimes I couldn't bear the loneliness.

Only then did we try to sleep together.

When you two weren't, accept it happily.

It doesn't mean anything nasty. We just sleep together. Still, I'm relieved that I'm feeling someone's temperature.

This habit is also helping to foster our bond.

I just didn't understand what a man's body was. Especially the blue impulse of the mid teens.

Of course, reason isn't flying as hard as getting your hands on tarts and marha.

That day, Tart and Marha happened to be together and slept together. I woke up in the morning and the three of us smiled at each other morning.

Then the anomaly happened. The tart knocked my nose out and said it smelled weird. Marha also agreed and tilted her neck. I was in a hurry for my lower body to stick.

More than that... I was dreaming when I was sleeping with them.

I didn't even have much experience with Dream Sperm in my previous life, this was my first ejaculation as a Lug in the first place, it took me a while to figure out what happened, and my first start was delayed.

The two of us noticed because of it.

I can't forget the two faces then.

The two with their faces in bright red are sideways with their faces turned away, a shame play that they are watching cancer.

I wanted to die. Tart and Marha are family members, not the ones who point that emotion at them.

From day to day I said we were family, and this ugly state even though we were both fathers and behaved like we were brothers.

Everything's smashed.

I felt like I heard what I had been piling up collapse in an instant.

For some reason, neither of us hated me at all, but rather it was the other way around that I was cared for.

"Dear Lug, please tell me next time! I'm Master Lug's servant, so I'll take care of you like that! It's hard to accumulate! This is a necessary help!

"... Brother Lug, your body is honest even when you say your sister in your mouth. Me, sometimes I wonder if I need to choose between my sister and her lover, but I can't reconcile them?

I had no idea those two would care about me and make jokes.

Thanks to you, it's just a joke. I kept my majesty as two, father and brother.

For some reason, I'm still not sure why the opportunity for the two of them to say they want to sleep together has since increased dramatically.

Since then, I've been careful not to expose myself to that ugliness again.

I don't want to show anything absolutely cool about Marha or Tart in particular.

Measures were also taken to prevent outbursts.

... I think it's troublesome while my body is at it. Lust is abnormal these days.

No assassin can escape the shackles of his flesh.

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"I want to see Lug's grown body," he said, forcing his mother, who was sitting in the room even as she tried to change, to get her support and come to the kitchen.

Tart's breakfast was lined up, and Tart refrained behind me when he finished the meal.

As always, the dishes made by Tart are delicious.

Besides, because of the ingredients I make in Towahade, I feel familiar and the food progresses.

At the end of the meal, my mother laughed slightly, bringing four matchmaking cases.

In this day and age, there are no photographs, so if there is a match, give a picture.

As far as the painting is concerned, they are all beautiful and well-mannered, close to me at my age. It's just a matter of objectivity.

Though the territorial tax revenues of Towahade are known, most aristocrats know that they earn a lot from doctors who are the operations of the table and have connections to the great aristocrats, so they have no trouble with the matchmaker this way.

I have no heart or grumpy tart holding me back as a servant.

"No, Mother. Because this is fine. I'm not gonna get a pageant."

I'm in love with Dia. I don't need it.

Tart looked relieved.

If you are an ordinary nobleman, your eldest son's marriage is a tool to use to make connections and to be born, to have a thorough bargaining and desperate to root out, this or running, but neither my parents nor I are interested that way.

If you raise the title any more, you'll have more difficult relationships and jobs. Enough for the present territory.

My mother came here with a pageant like this because she seemed to have a grandson's face early on or something.

"Ugh, because, you know, it was better than being a good kid. Mother looks like her grandson's face soon!

... just as I thought.

Tart said something. That's what I'm doing, so I'll allow the conversation.

"I think it's too early for that Lug."

"It's not too soon! I'm an adult now. If you're bringing too much, you'll be a grandmother before your grandson is born! Or does Tart give birth to you!?... If you think calmly, Tart is magical, and unlike the aristocratic kids, he doesn't have more troublesome relationships or anything, maybe a bargain. Sounds good to be able to make a baby right now."

"What, you know, if... if Master Lug wants it"

Poor mother teases me and the tart turns bright red to her ears and looks at her feet.

Or even though I don't need to hang out with jokes like that.

"Mother, stop teasing him about tarts"

"I'm not making fun of you. I mean, I've been wondering just now, what is it, Lug? That way of talking! And you used me or something, and I'm kind of busy!

"I'm an adult, so I was wondering how you've been talking. I fixed it a little."

In front of my mother, I thought I'd keep being a good kid Lug, but I was reminded about the morning thing. My mother needs a separation.

"Oh, no! My sweet Lug messed up. It's such a rough way to talk!

... My mother has yet to realize that I wanted to thoroughly modify the tone the other way around with this childish treatment.

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That night, I unleashed two biographical doves into the sky.

I'm in Murteau, he delivers a letter to Marha.

Marha takes care of my makeup brand, Orna, in my absence.

She's just loaded on her own, but I made her a fake brother, and Belleud, Barroll's son, was assisting me.

He has been educated in brilliance since he was young, and he has connections everywhere. He also has extensive field experience.

In the end, he came to take my classes every day and absorbed the knowledge, unless there were enough circumstances in the course of two years. That has also led to his further leap, which is very good.

Even though I say that the cosmetic brand, Orna, is becoming the mainstay of the Barroll Chamber of Commerce, it's unusual to get under me given his position, but he says he still wants to learn from me.

He said if he assisted Marha, it would come true.

Marha tells me to learn from Beruid while actively drawing on his help in the "table”. As much as he learns from me, so much can be learned from Beruid.

"Now we're ready"

The letter I sent to Marha contains two instructions.

One is to gather information on Count Azba Venkaur, the target of this assassination. Mrs. Venkaur is also an Orna customer. There must be data.

With that in mind, I will look into the Count of Venkaur.

... I don't know if I can peddle my client's information on this one.

That's why I also use my own eyes and ears.

The other is an instruction to send a letter to the Countess of Venkaur that the Orna representative, Ilg Barroll, would like to visit for guidance on the new product.

The more behind-the-scenes, the more vigilant and difficult it is to approach, but if it is the make-up brand, the representative of Orna, Mrs Venkaur, will be happy to welcome you in.

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Then four days later, materials were delivered to Towaharde.

Transport in disguise of cosmetics using carriages because there is a lot of information and the materials are stubborn and cannot be transported by means of telegraph pigeons.

Orna also offers regular courier sales for its members, and because my mother is a member, it is not unnatural for carriages to come from Murteau in this way.

I suggested and incorporated regular courier sales for members.

A few more cosmetic assortments on one rank than in the store will be sent monthly.

It's a service for the rich and takes a lot of money.

In fact, the quality is good. Products arranged in stores make some compromises to keep costs down, but this has no such compromise. I am only pursuing quality.

Otherwise, it is frequent for people for resale purposes to monopolize the product and sell it to rich people for an extrajudicial price.

By providing a service that ensures delivery of the highest quality goods instead of receiving large amounts of gold, the cosmetic brand, Orna, benefits steadily and much from a well-paid counterpart and also prevents resale.

Don't take part in the contest in stores as long as you have the money, the superiority of getting special cosmetics is enormous on the rich opponent, and as soon as a very large number of orders arrived, you overquota.

Now, in millionaires and nobles, being a member of Orna is one status.

My mother asked me to become a member because it was a means of exchanging information with Marha, with certainty that I would use regular flights and not make me feel connected to Ilg Barroll.

... However, my mother wants cosmetics and also carries them properly.

"Marha works fast. Are you sure you're spreading drugs? That's a lot of flashy stuff."

The information network of the Valor Chamber of Commerce is just as wide.

In addition, the Barroll Chamber of Commerce had an eye on Count Azba Venkaur for his wickedness even in Murteau.

When I say drugs, everything but the people who sell it gets unhappy.

In addition to recommending and addicting young nobles to play with fire at a secret party at a fellow aristocrats, Count Venkaur seems to be using the mafias to flashly rose his meds in the city.

The drug you are using is based on a perennial grass called Veese, and it is correct that it is more a reminder than a drug.

The brain awakens rapidly, vision opens, and at the same time has a strong excitatory action. To put it badly and simply, it flies.

At the price of tremendous pleasure, there is extreme addiction and you will not be able to live without that medicine.

So far, Murteau has stopped drug break-ins on the water, but neighboring streets and such seem to be tragic.

We're gonna have to kill him.

Of course, if this is the kind of miscellaneous business that could easily be applied to the network of the Valor Chamber of Commerce, it would have represented it.

But Count Azba Venkaur says it's only through his territory that the mafia cuts off the stuff that carried drugs, and catches miscellaneous fish in his own territory like a lizard tail cut, to the point of merit.

That seems to push it off because you're giving a lot of bribes to the higher nobles who are sheltering the Count.

… This country has an unusually strong independence and power of aristocracy. There will be no royalty to be punished if there is a single pre-construction and the great nobility is protecting it.

I can't grasp the evidence that I'm selling the information to my neighbor, but I deserve to be convicted of drugs alone.

The volume of transactions is gradually increasing. If we leave it like this, we'll be contaminated with drugs all over Alvan.

If you can't judge by the hand of the law, you'll have to remove the lesion by assassination.

This is Towaharde's job.