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

Morning is here.

Wake up. When I looked at the clock, it was my usual time.

The internal clock is functioning accurately.

I have a warm feeling in my left arm and turn to you.

"Lug. Well, no, no, no, no."

A beautiful blonde girl who came out at fourteen years old with her bedtime remarks...... a tart is hugging her.

The tart was dumped in the mountains as a young man and his family told him it was unnecessary.

That thing is traumatizing, and it gets unstable from time to time. So when she couldn't stand loneliness, she decided to sleep with me like this.

A person's temperature has the power to give him peace.

... for once, I made the worst of ugliness of dreaming when Tart and Marha were sleeping together, but the two of them didn't despise me, and since then, I've had regular procedures, and no problems have arisen.

What matters to assassins is their ability to learn. I will not repeat the same mistake.

However, there are still tough things to do when you get stuck so far.

"What the hell are you dreaming about?

Looking at Tart's happy sleeping face makes me feel happy this way.

Lately, we have slept together more often.

At first I was worried that my spirit had become more unstable, but when I looked closely, I realized I was just using it as a sweet pretext.

I should have praised you, but I don't feel bad about doing this with Tart, so I'm silent.

Besides, this kid is desperate for me.

I want to ask you about this selfishness.

"Tart, get up."

Reduce your desire to watch your sleeping face and shake your tart shoulder.

If it's not time to wake up, I won't be able to make it to breakfast.

The tart opens its eyes softly.

"Lug. Well, Rashi Cleanser."

In a tone that Lu Rhythm can't get around, the tart hugs me.

Tart is in negligee, and because he only wears thin fabrics, he doesn't like to be aware of his splendidly grown body.

And then he started cheeking on my chest plate with a chase.

"... I know I love you, but will you let me go"

"Isn't that nice? Until just now, I was doing that. In my dreams, I thought you were..."

I cried eyes when I followed Tart's cheek.

"Come on, wake up."

"Oh, that, maybe this is a dream."

"Morning, Tart"

"Ugh, wow, wow, this, no, no, Master Lug, come on"

The tart, which turned bright red and rushed away from me, wore a butt cake and fell out of bed backwards as it was.

They show a lot of things that shouldn't be shown in a grand way, but they don't seem to be the same person.

"Um, it's not. This is that."

"I know. Sometimes I fall asleep. Now look at the clock."

"... oh, we need to hurry"

Tart blued the red face, opened my closet, and took out the servant clothes.

Turn your back on the tart and the tart starts to change.

I keep a few of her clothes in my room because we sleep together so often this way.

My room is close to the water field. After Tart returns to his room, it's much quicker to get dressed here than to go to the water field and get familiar.

"Okay, I'm coming! Dear Lug, please let me apologize for the morning and later!

Turning around, a tart in his usual servant clothes lowered his head and left at a fierce speed.

I guess I'll be getting familiar towards the water field from now on, and then I'll be ready for breakfast.

"Oh, I've never seen a tart in that way of sleeping"

Tart better wake up for it.

I rarely get woken up.

I'm sure yesterday's impossibility is sounding.

Beyond the limits, he covered for me heading to Dia and has been waiting for us to return ever since.

It seems pathetic to make fun of or be angry about today.

... nevertheless.

"After all, the body of this age, don't let reason and instinct be another creature"

Sigh.

For a lustful body called fourteen, the softness and smell of a tart that holds you in thin clothes is poison.

I'm reacting in a visible way, and in fact, I felt that kind of desire gush.

... I am the master of that child and treat him as my father.

In the morning, if I show you a tent like this, it could blow up the trust she has in me or something.

If we were more careful, we could say that further measures were needed.

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Head to the living room at your usual time.

I already had my parents in my seat, and Dia.

"Morning, Lug. Take a look, I gave Dia my old one. It suits you, doesn't it?

"It's so pathetic. White suits Dia well."

Dia was wearing a white thin summer dress.

Few decorations, but the product was good and suited well for luxurious Dia.

White clothes are perfect for Dia's bright white skin and silver hair.

"Thanks, but you can light it up a little bit."

"Heh heh, I knew Dia would fit my clothes perfectly. In Tart's case, regardless of her height, her breasts are too big for a dressing doll... hey, I'm sorry you couldn't make her look stylish."

"No, my mother sews tart clothes every now and then, right? That's my mother's hobby."

"You can't try a lot of things when you make them from scratch. But if you can put my clothes on, you can do whatever you want!

My mother liked the tart and baked it and tailored her clothes with her best sewing.

... just turn to the tart every once in a while and say, 'Have you got any grandchildren yet?' And I want you to stop asking sexually harassing questions.

"Hey, Lug. Who's Tart?

Dia asks me with a little stiffness in her expression.

"He's my dedicated servant, an apprentice, an assistant. He's brilliant, honest, and he works hard. He did everything he could to help Dia. Rumor has it, he's here."

Tart came from the kitchen to dine.

First, distribute the drinks to everyone. Freshly squeezed apple juice today? Perfect for awakening your head.

"He's the tart."

"Oh, yeah. Say hello to Tart, Dia."

"Ha, yes. Dear Dear, I am Master Lug's servant and my name is Tart. I'm also Master Lug's assistant."

"My name is Dia. Nice to meet you. And then, thanks. You work hard to help me."

"No, no. I'm Master Lug's assistant."

"Yeah, as far as attitude goes, you seem to like Lug."

"Oh, no, you know, I respect you so much, and I love you, but, you know, not like that."

The tart is rushing, but Dia is calm.

"I have nothing to hide, and you don't have to shy away from me. Because Lug is a nobleman. One or two concubines, naturally."

Being a nobleman, I have an understanding of that.

If there is only one wife, there is a risk that a succession will not be born and the house will be cut off.

Even if a child is born, there is no guarantee that the child will be safe until he succeeds.

It can be said that it is a natural decision as a nobleman to have multiple wives and make a reserve for succession.

Then, if more than one wife is of the same grade, the risk of succession struggle arises.

So it is common for a second or third wife to have a lower status than her real wife.

In that regard, the tart of having magic in the presence of civilians can be said to be a good idea.

... but I'm not going to have that relationship with Tart at the moment.

I know Tart started to be aware of me as a man, but I don't think so.

At least in reason.

"Damn, that's outrageous. If I stay by Master Lug's side, so be it."

"You say you like that. Lug is a happy man. Admired by such a pretty girl."

"Oh, I'm always grateful for the tart"

The tart was turning bright red on his face.

"Damn, I'll bring that food soon"

Tart runs back to the kitchen.

Then Dia looks at my father with a serious look on her face.

"This time, thank you for not looking at the danger and wielding the power of Towaharde for Vicone. Dear Kian, Master Lug. Because I almost came dressed up, this is the only thing I can give you as a thank you. Please accept."

Dia gives my father a ring with a big gem on it.

... That's about it, Dia said, but it's a substitute for the National Treasure class.

A normal family would be able to play and live up to three generations away, and it's a precious thing that isn't like being able to buy with gold in the first place.

"I can't take it. It would be a shadow left by Dia's mother.... gratuities are good. I have already received it from Count Vicone a long time ago. Plus, my son, who actually moved his hand, just kept his promise to you."

"Yes, I did.... So could you please accept it as a tuition fee?

"What is tuition?

"Tell me how to assassinate you. I need Towaharde's assassination technique. I can use magic well. I was reminded that's not all you can do. So, please."

Dia bows her head.

I'm sure they reminded me of my powerlessness in this case.

This is what Dia looks like, and she's undergoing a streak of combat training as a countess. You can see that by looking at the way you walk.

But I'm looking for Tower Hard technology to get ahead of me.

Maybe he also wants to help Count Vicone sooner or later.

"The only person entrusted with Tower Harde's moves is the direct line of Tower Harde. … although there are sometimes those who make Lug teach them to execute with their own hands immediately if they want to follow the path as an exception. No... okay, Dia is qualified because she's going to be my daughter. Let's talk about it after breakfast. Because of this, the soup my lovely servant made for me cools me down"

I came with a plate of tart poured soup.

Fish soup, it smells good.

Sure, it's a shame this soup gets cold.

"I agree. I want to have a delicious dish made by Tart"

"I get it. Then again after the meal"

Let's eat first.

And then my father should tell me that Dia is going to be my sister and what she's going to do.

A new attempt, which began five years ago in the Kingdom of Alvan.

Young magicians gather around aristocracy to foster friendship and compete.

Making Dia my sister is also to go to that place with me.

Getting there was a bit of a hassle, but I was looking forward to it.