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

Leaving the mansion, there was a tart dressed in assassination gear.

"Master Lug has your gear. I'm ready, too."

"Tart, I was aware you were listening. But you know what I mean? We have to reach our destination 320 km from here in half a day. You can't follow me with a tart."

My father and I both dared to realize Tart was listening and left him alone. Because she's my assistant.

It's easier to do the job with her.

But I can't rely on it this time. If we don't keep walking from here, we won't make it.

If it wasn't for me with [super healing], I wouldn't have the strength or magic.

"You can't go with me. But you can pull Master Lug to the limit. Even Master Lug with [super healing] shouldn't be able to keep up with his magic and health recovery if he runs at all costs. I'll go!"

Not even listening to my reply, Tart uses the original wind magic I taught him.

Magic that creates streamlined wind boundaries and reduces air resistance and earns speed by tearing air apart. What should be called a wind cowl.

And full sickness.

I run perfectly behind it.

Wind resistance does not fool me, half of the kinetic energy from around 40 km/h is consumed to knock out air resistance, and the more speed the more exponentially the air resistance.

If you run all you can in time, [Ultra Heal] drains an amount of magic and health that you can't keep up with.

But if the tart cleaves the wind with sorcery and moves forward, it will not receive wind resistance and proceed with the health and magic consumption that [super healing] can catch up with.

As much as I'm getting easier, Tart is desperate.

It drains your mind and strength greatly to walk at all costs while producing a wind cowl.

Even from behind, I can see the disturbance in your breath and how badly you're sweating.

Still, I won't slow down.

Would you have done that for an hour?

Tart's leg stops. My legs were rattling and trembling.

It's a limit. No, it was beyond the limit. Beyond the limits with the power of the will, I couldn't even keep up with it.

"Sorry, that's all I can do"

The tart squeezes out the words constantly, too.

I lay my hands on my shoulders next to her from behind.

"Thank you. Thanks to the tart I was able to keep my power warm"

For an hour, this hour was consumed to the extent that [super healing] healing of both magic and health caught up.

Thanks to you, we can do everything we can from here on out.

"... Master Lug likes Dear, doesn't he?

"Yes."

"Then good luck. Please come home for two. I've been waiting for Master Lug to return."

Tart smiles, pushes my back pounding, and sits on the spot.

The tart looked like she was going to cry even though she smiled.

"I'll definitely go home"

Put that tart down and start running.

Because stopping here will waste your tart effort.

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Keep running even.

While running, I take the dye out of the backpack Tart gave me, dye my hair, do a disguise that changes my face impression, and hide my face further with a scarf.

Don't let them think that Towaharde is involved, just in case.

I went into the mountains.

The journey to Vicone territory is not just a flat straight line, there are both beast and mountain paths.

As usual, we make scaffolding by covering tree trunks and branches with magic in moments of impact, earning speed in 3D orbit.

There are two mountains.

Now it's the first mountain.

If you want to reach Vicone territory in half a day, fool, you can't honestly tread two mountains.

Climbing to the top of the first mountain, he followed a run and jumped off a cliff.

Chant magic at the same time.

"[Steel Wings]"

Just like [shooting] and so on, it's an original created in [weaving the ceremony].

Produces hang gliders made of lightweight metal aluminium.

If you have trouble crossing two mountains, just fly off the top of the first mountain and cross the second.

Hang glider wings capture the wind and dance through the universe.

The wind strokes my cheek.

The hang glider has no power. I'm just slipping and landing.

Unless the upward airflow blows, the altitude slowly drops.

As it is now, it is not high enough and cannot cross the mountain. The wind doesn't blow...... then you can blow the wind.

"[Wind calling]"

Ride your own built upward airflow and increase altitude at once.

And I crossed the second mountain.

Much, I earned my distance.

From here on out, there is a border. Exactly. Hang gliders are too conspicuous.

That's why we were putting together a surgical ceremony to extinguish in a few more minutes with the natural extinguishing ceremony.

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After landing, he walked out of the border.

Along the way, he ate preserved food, made water with magic and moistened his throat.

Five hours and a little while it took me to tread 320 km.

With all this speed, and for a reason I was able to move away from people.

Because I've been here many times to see Dia.

Otherwise, there's no way we can get here so fast with this nasty map of the world. The first time I came to see Dia, I was lost.

I didn't think a monthly intimate meeting would be useful here.

Finally we get to our destination.

Vicone territory, of which the city with the Vicone mansion was a battlefield.

I hide myself in the woods about two hundred and fifty meters from the battlefield.

Vicone is the only Count, and the mansion should be described as a castle.

It is also on the outskirts of the city, with a castle wall that presupposes fighting.

The ministers of Count Vicone have managed to hold out by utilizing that wall.

But minutes are bad.

The numbers are too different.

There are no more than two hundred aristocrats against about a thousand and five hundred, even if there is a land interest called the Wall. Even though it's more important to have how many magicians than the number of people, it's not going to be a fight if it's not this far.

Barely, the magicians are pushing the intrusion into the castle with a total exit, but it's still going to fall.

No, that's crazy. How can you keep it down?

As far as I can see with these eyes, the aristocracy is also overwhelmed by the number of magicians. If you had magic, it shouldn't be so hard to jump over the walls.

I still have my doubts. The aristocrats care about the windows of the castle.

"You know what?"

... I know more or less the circumstances. Because Dia was there, this castle hasn't fallen yet.

Hide in the shadows of the trees and kill the signs.

Before we sneak into the mansion, let's make some noise here to sharpen this momentum.

This is not a good time for a castle to fall.

"Let's get ready... To save Dia, we have to kill those who try to take Dia away"

Wherever possible, I don't want to kill people. But in this situation, it's impossible to save Dia without killing anyone. Decide to get your hands dirty in order to achieve the highest priority.

Original magic produces guns.

I won't use the silencer this time.

Because if you raise your firepower enough to kill an opponent who is under magic in a state of battle on the battlefield, you can't hide the sound of an explosion or anything.

I can magic into the eyes of Towahade.

Put it on the battlefield, it is said that there is a huge difference between the power of a magician and the power of one who does not, and that a non-magician needs one hundred people to fight a magician.

To put it the other way, if you kill one magician, it's the same as you killed a hundred people.

Thouahade's eyes see magic. Originally, you can't feel the other person's magic without getting pretty close, and it's hard to identify a magic hold.

But with these eyes, we know who has magic as long as we get into sight.

Inhale deeply and exhale while exercising fire magic to explode in an iron cylinder.

A Tungsten bullet was thrown out, making a big hole in the magical chest that was fighting on the front line.

First, one.

Put a bullet in it right away and another one.

Kill them pale.

A move for efficiency without any waste or hesitation.

And then there was a change when it was the fourth person.

Magic will be positioned to shield just a soldier, and even from the circumstances and sounds of when his companion was killed, identify where the archer is, point him at this one, send a soldier, and an archer will rain an arrow.

Bear the gun, follow the scene and start moving to the other side with a big detour.

"After all, do you know the gun"

It was too quick to handle.

He identified the cause of death as a ranged attack and tried to crush the archer.

The reason for this is simple.

Already, because Dia's showing off the shooting.

That's probably why I've been held up for the last three days.

Dia's shooting accuracy is about three hundred meters. From the windows of the castle, he restrained the people who tried to cross the castle gate with a shooting of power that could even kill them with magic.

That should have worked very effectively.

The fact that you are being targeted by a sniper does not just reduce the number of enemies, however, constricts the enemy.

Most of the magicians are aristocrats, or their branches.

You can't throw away a powerful hand of magic while you have an identity.

If you were a miscellaneous soldier, you would have stuck in at the same time and someone would die, but some would have been able to fight beyond the walls, but magic can't be used that way.

If the magic hold does not come forward, Vicone's magic hold can overwhelm the noble soldiers while using the walls. That's why it lasted three days.

Pick up the sound with the magic of the wind.

What the soldiers are shouting about is that besides Countess Vicone, there are other people who can use iron rubble magic.

Enemy invasion is visibly delayed.

The fact that four of the thousand and five hundred soldiers were killed would not be a problem, but the upset is compounded by the fact that only the magician was killed with a pinpoint.

Now if you want to strike a chase.

The detour is over and the metal bows and arrows are magically created while hiding in the trees in the opposite forest. It's an application of metal-producing magic.

The arrow was special. Attachments are arriving.

Attach a gem with red light trapped inside that attachment.

"I didn't want to use this card... can't you say that too"

The gem's identity is foul stone. The magic that is also included is near the critical point.

Foul stones are stones of a magical nature that are originally used to measure the amount of magic.

It is a specialty of Vicone, something that was made possible by magic by examining the necklace I received from Dia.

But if you pour magic beyond its limits, the shattered and enclosed magic will erupt.

Once upon a time, I blew up the Tower Harde mansion with this stone.

After several experiments, I found that 70% of the magic converted to flame attributes, 20% of the magic of wind attributes, and 10% of the magic of earthly attributes were the most powerful at outbursts than can be infused with colorless magic.

I can add more magic to the foul stones that are already on the verge of criticality.

The pimples and foul stones cracked. Critical exceeded.

Pull the bow and release it.

Sliding through the trees and landing in the centre of the aristocratic soldiers, leaving behind the trajectory of the red light.

And seven seconds later.

The light overflowed and a huge explosion rolled in.

Flames created by flame attributes explode, including winds curled by wind attributes, and the magic of earthly attributes changes into countless pieces of iron, scattering like bullets with blasts.

The blast has an effect range of about two hundred meters. The secondary disaster caused by the iron pieces blown by the blast extends from there to another hundred meters.

As if it were a toy, dozens of humans are blown up, burned in a blast and pierced with iron pieces.

The foul stone has magic for as many as three hundred magicians.

This is what happens if it erupts.

I have more than a thousand times the amount of magic I can unleash at a time, but I can hardly get it up, and I can't do much with seven to eight times as many people at most.

But with this foul stone, I can do as much as this.

About three more shots of foul stone were fired into a dense area of the enemy, and then [gunfire] struck out another magician before leaving the scene behind. It's dangerous to stay here any longer.

It can also be described as a kind of assassination.

Assassination means killing from outside the subject's consciousness without showing who he is. Now both the magicians who died in my [shooting] and the foul stone explosion blew them all away without even realizing who killed them.

I am thorough with the assassination because I cannot take any other hand than the pride of the assassin.

If you stick it straight in from the front, you'll be crushed to death by the difference in numbers. That doesn't change with guns and foul stones.

But if it's an assassination, you can unilaterally disrupt your enemies and sharpen your power so far without even showing up.

Now, with three foul stone explosions, the entirely aristocratic soldiers are standing.

The demonic powers that are supposed to rely on me also began to scare me without knowing what I was fighting, and I am applauding them for fright when I began to realize that magic was being targeted as a priority.

"The Vicone soldiers are well trained. I think I know it's a good time."

It was on the defensive side, the soldiers of Count Vicone open the castle gate and storm.

There is still a difference in numbers, even if I say we have missed quite a few. Current situation.

But even with the difference in numbers, the enemy is in extreme panic. We can go on offense here.

In fact, Count Vicone's soldiers began to kick their enemies with magic at their centre.

The battlefield is havoc.

Now I can buy you some time.

Originally, I'm not trying to overshadow the outcome of this fight by myself.

The current series of attacks is positive.

Better not be a one-sided battle to keep us from paying attention to the movements of me and Dia, but a huge mix-up we can't afford to look elsewhere.

Besides, using foul stones means two other things.

It's a fabric stone to save Dia.

Come on, now it's not hard to sneak into the mansion. Come on, let's go. To assassinate Dia.