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

Class ends that day.

Day one is all about seating.

"Lug, why don't you go to the cafe this afternoon? I think we should all unite in the S-ranks."

Neusch calls out as he always does.

"Bad, not convenient today. Also, invite me."

Opportunities to deepen intimacy throughout the class are valuable, and I know it's a big downside not to participate in a place like this. However, I would like to confirm the contents of the letter as soon as possible.

"That's a shame."

"If you don't want Lug, I'm going home, too."

Dia says that, and Tart is nodding.

"No, you two go. Exactly, it's not a good idea for all of us not to participate. I want the two of you to go as representatives of Towahade."

I want to avoid isolating the three of us.

Worst of all, it is also conceivable that only those that will be taken to Tower Hard will be left out of company.

If the two of you give me a face, I can make a connection.

"I get it. You're gonna get along with everyone for Lug."

Dia just lived in that kind of political world, and I'm thankful she doesn't have to say what she thinks around it.

Smiling at the anxious tart, I went back to the dorm alone.

◇

In the dorm bird basket, a white biographical pigeon rests his feathers, and a letter is wrapped around his feet.

"Good day, it would have been tough so far"

"Krook."

I'll retrieve the letter and stroke it.

Spread the letter.

"Is it your father? Are you happy or subtle?"

The sender of the letter was my father.

Are you ill in your unfamiliar school life? Are you eating something nutritious? If you're having trouble with the money, you send it.

Of course, this is a disguise.

It's impossible for that father to use a biographical dove to deliver a message just to say that.

A biographical pigeon is a risk of information being recovered by a third party and divulged.

That's why I was encrypting it and making it look like 'a father who's just worried about his son' if a third party sees it. If I could read it, I'd be convinced without thinking deeply about it.

Conversely, it is suspected that there is something about it that does not make sense.

I'm going to decipher that cipher.

"... I see my father will contact me"

I had to look at the content and laugh.

Because it's a request my father can't do anything about.

Anything, assassins are entering the school and targeting the brave Epona.

Find the assassin and kill him.

None of the information about the assassins exists. Then it makes me wonder how I found out there was an assassin, but as much as my father has asked. It would be trustworthy information.

"Protect Epona from assassinations? What a joke. If you can kill that thing, kill it."

I've been trying to figure out how to kill Epona ever since I met her.

But they remind me that's not possible.

Even in a state of alarm, it almost fails.

I simulated the killing in my brain when that epona came nostalgic and spoke defenselessly. The result is failure. Out of standard enough not to even kill in such a situation.

... Currently, the most probable method of assassination is to use the [Divine Spear] used to defeat Cetanta.

That's not a shot either.

While Epona is asleep, more than a hundred shots, [Divine Spear] is launched to carry out a carpet bombardment.

My reasoning is that if you do that, you could kill about 20% of the time.

Who the hell can kill someone like that?

"... well, let's find out"

Maybe there's some kind of brave weakness I don't know about.

Nonetheless, the irony is working that I'm trying to protect the brave, trying to kill the brave.

◇

I was in the training room again in the evening.

There are only three workout rooms and I thought they were hard to book, but apparently they prefer a large garden as a place to work out, and this place indoors is rarely used.

It would be appreciated if we could hide our training.

I'm in a mock fight with Tart now.

Tart accelerates. Superimposition of physical capability enhancement and acceleration by wind.

I use the same hand. I'm the one who taught Tart this hand. There's no way I can't.

The speed of each other is almost mutual.

But a clear difference begins to emerge. Eye difference. I can't even grasp my moves satisfactorily, Tart, and I can't compete with a completely visible me.

In about thirty seconds, it was settled and the tart spear was scratched off.

"After all, you can't beat Master Lug at all..."

"No, the good lines are going. I guess I cheat."

"Are those eyes... I envy you"

"Tart, do you want these eyes?

Ask her.

I want to give Tart these eyes.

But that may be solitary.

"Of course it is. With those eyes, you can help Lug more, and most importantly, you can be with Lug."

It makes me happy.

I should tell you everything because it's such a tart.

"I think I can give Tart if he wants. But there is a risk of blindness in the unlikely event. Judging by that, too."

"You don't have to worry about it. Still, I want it. Master Lug can't fail, and if he fails, I won't regret it."

"... you'll never fail if you say so. I don't want to betray Tart's trust."

I don't regret failing.

That's why I never want to take the light away from her.

... Right. If we find an assassin after Epona, we'll experiment with it until we're satisfied with it.

So much so that they entrust me with the slaying of the brave. Definitely a powerful magician.

Anyway, you should use it effectively because you're going to kill it.

"Hey, Lug, I have a suggestion. I guess I should do that eye surgery one by one and see how it goes. If it works on one side, if you decide on the other, you'll go blind even in the worst case."

"If you ask me, you are. Let's do that when we treat them."

I don't think about when I fail, but I should avoid avoidable risks.

"Dear Lug, when shall we treat you?

The tart that believed me out of my mind makes my eyes shine and inquire.

"Don't panic so much, maybe a month later. I'm ready, too."

If that were all, we would have captured the assassin and practiced.

"Looking forward to it...... but can I get those eyes? It's the secret of Towahade."

"I don't mind. Tart is family. My father has given me permission too. If I'm responsible, I don't mind."

Ever since I was a child, he's served me all the time. Tart is not just a servant.

... and taking responsibility means killing Tart with my hands when he leaves Towaharde.

That's not possible. But still, if I do, I'll kill Tart.

"Family, responsibility, that's, uh, wow."

Tart turned his ears bright red and began to nag.

"... for once, that's not what I meant."

"Oh, I know, I know exactly what you mean."

This kid's place is really cute.

Maybe there will be a day when Tart will really be a family in the way he imagined.

If a child like Tart were to be his wife, he would surely have happy days.

◇

As the school began a week later, practical training began.

He sees the strength of his students and decides on combinations, uses blade-drawn gains, actually meets swords, and is even allowed to use magic.

Tart finishes the game and gets off the stage.

Her opponent was not a servant frame, but a fifth seat that came in with strength, but a dangerous victory.

There is a spear in that hand.

Originally, I wouldn't train each good weapon in this school, but only class S is special and I get a professional education on the weapon I wanted.

Tart was getting stronger learning the spear of the right path I couldn't teach at this school.

It makes good use of both the table and the back, and the strengths of both.

"How was it?

"It was a good spear judgment. Just don't worry about some mistakes. First......"

Tart is listening in with a serious face.

This kind of honesty and the ability to learn to keep it alive is Tart's biggest weapon.

While doing so, a match began between Neusch and Finn, born into the fame of the Martial Family, who show overwhelming talent in Orthodox swordsmanship in this class.

All students are attracted.

The only swordsmanship these two have is orthodox swordsmanship, which is truly gorgeous.

Ultimately, Neusch won, but it wasn't weird which one won.

And now it's my turn.

… This combination is organized in order of strength.

Already, Neusch, Finn, Dia, Tart. Superior All matches are over.

Then, naturally, it stays.

"Next, Epona Liannon. Lug Towaharde"

This is what happens.

It's actually more efficient to try and feel the power of the brave on your skin than it is any more as an information gathering.

I wish I could come back alive.

In the exam, it seems the Knights captain against Epona is still on the bed.

It is treated by a superior healing magician.

The instructor chose me because he thought that if anyone but me played the game, he would. In a way, it would be the biggest rating.

"Um, Lug, nice to meet you. I'll do my best."

"Right, let's be honest and achieve results through daily workouts"

Look at the teacher's face.

Are you sure you want me to do this? with the will.

The instructor just nodded.

For once, I know you just told Epona not to be serious.

All I should think about is how well you lose while you're giving me a break.

If Epona gets serious, it's over.

Don't let Epona discourage you, though.

Good, you're gonna need a way to lose.

It should be difficult but not impossible.

"You're both ready."

"I don't mind."

"Me, too."

Set up a blade-drawn knife. I don't want to fight with my sword. Accidents cannot be prevented unless they are the most familiar movements.

The instructor raises his hand.

At the same time, pour magic into your eyes.

You can't even chase a shadow if you don't increase the power of Towahade's eyes to the limit, no more.

Excessive intensification will cause severe pain to run, but [super recovery] will force you to stay in that condition while healing.

"Introduction!"

At that moment, Epona disappeared.

One day I saw it, a reproduction of the battle against the Knights Commander.

But I have toughened Toahade's eyes beyond my limits.

I can see too much. So leave the knife on the spot while you step sideways.

I just put it in the air.

If you leave your arms behind and intercept me, my hands will be crushed.

The ring cracked as the brave Epona stepped in, and the knife he left behind blew up like a bullet, poking him into the audience.

I was able to stir it up, but incredibly, the wind pressure alone blows me off by dozens of centimeters.

And with a knife left in the air, only slightly, but after bruising is carved into the brave Epona.

At this speed, it should be devastating just to hit something.

"... I was struck. Mine, a blow. After all, Lug won't break."

I was laughing.

Innocent, happy from the bottom of my heart.

And look here.

Well, the first blow struck me.

What do we do now?

Enjoy this life-threatening practice in action, until you feel comfortable.