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

I turned seven.

Training from my father and [super recovery]. And thanks to voluntary training, physical abilities are further improved.

My father has frequently examined my body with that medical knowledge, noticed the existence of [super recovery], and has recently made a body based on that premise.

The very existence of something called skill is also known in this world.

However, the ability to verify skills is limited and some high-ranking blacksmiths need [appraisal paper].

The Kingdom of Alvan doesn't have any craftsmen who can make [appraisal papers], so they're picking them up from other countries.

And today's training was hunting training, exploring the mountains on the territory.

This is training that goes hand in hand with food security.

Run around the mountains to build strength and agility, and hone signs erasing and tracking skills by hunting for prey, and moves to mow your life with one blow.

Wild beasts are more sensitive to a few steps of signs than people. Assassination of humans is easy if you can kill with a single blow, with wild prey surprises.

Mountains with little human hands struggle just to move on. There is no way, grass is growing everywhere.

Observe carefully to avoid missing the slightest trace left by the prey while selecting a route that can be driven.

"Today's prey is set."

Rabbit shit, it was just now that I shit that too. Looking around, there are footprints left after the grass has been ripped apart and proceeded.

This one can eat full stomach.

... Even if I say rabbits, Alvan's Rabbit, Arte Rabbit, is a large dog size.

Slip through the trees at high speed.

Strengthens physical abilities by wrapping magic around them to become windy.

Still, although I can't use magic, I'm learning how to use magic. It just clumps into your body, it becomes armor, and thus moves better.

On the way, I try to fly from tree branches to branches and move.

Scaffolding a tree branch usually breaks it. But covering it with magic at the moment you slap your foot is a good scaffold.

Sounds good. I can manipulate you to breathe magic. But for some reason, I still can't get my hands on magic.

Moving on for a while, I found my prey. Approximately thirty meters away, a giant rabbit is digging up yams to eat.

I can't get any closer.

I can't smell it under the wind, but the rabbit gets noticed approaching with good ears.

Squeeze the bow that was hanging on a tree branch with his legs as he erased the signs.

The specially made strings are so tight that even the big man can't pull them off. Reinforcement with magic is the prerequisite bow.

Arrows are released.... convinced of the hit the moment I let it go.

That pierced my head with a blow.

As long as the wildlife is pierced through the heart, it moves for a dozen seconds. If you want it to die instantly, it's best to destroy your brain.

"All right, now that's an achievement for the morning norm"

I can jump off a tree, drain and dismantle giant rabbit blood on the spot, wrap it in a wooden skin and stay in a cage on my back.

Then I gathered the mushrooms and the mountain vegetables, and I went home.

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"Lug, let your mother cook today"

"You promised me I'd cook the day you brought back the prey. Mother, sit down."

Back at the mansion, I was just in the kitchen making lunch with today's prey.

Since I was about five years old, I've earned my trust by actively helping my mother cook, and now I can let her cook alone.

It is to eat delicious food and also to make a strong body.

To make a tough flesh, you have to understand nutrition and pay attention to your diet.

In fact, athletes II and others have had a dedicated dietitian since a young age, who has thoroughly fed and gained a strong body.

That's right. The Towahards don't have that much knowledge either.

So I cooked my own food once every few days and consumed the nutrients I lacked.

I usually listen to my mother as honestly as I can. I won't give in today either.

Anyway, it's not until the body can do it that food and education is most effective. I can't take it back if it's not now.

Getting a strong body should be a priority above all else.

No matter how skilled you get, in the end, physical says things.

"Mmm."

My mother swells her cheeks easily and is obstinate.

My father appeared worried about what was going on.

"Esri, why don't you leave it to Lug? That kid is quick to master the art of towahards, but he also remembers cooking fast. I don't make weird things. Thanks to the way Esri teaches well."

"I'm not anxious about the food I can cook. I think it must be delicious. I'm proud to be a mother that Lug is a good cook, but one nice idea after another, she doesn't have a mother's face."

My mother is staring at me with her dazed eyes.

I smile bitterly and open my mouth.

"Mother, that's too much praise. My cooking isn't on my mother yet."

"Well, not only is there a culinary talent, but also a flattery talent?"

"Oh, it's terrible if you kian!

Happy family landscape.

My mother is always like this, and my father gives me a soft look except when I work and train.

... I won't show you a single thing that you're a cold assassin. That is another testament to a first-rate assassin. I won't keep you on guard until the moment you kill your prey. So I usually play a figure that is rather well-populated and unawary. However, in my father's case, I feel that he is purely a loving wife and a drowning son.

What I'm making is cream stew.

For rabbit meat that tastes as pale as chicken, the cream stew goes well together. The determinant of flavor is the aromatic stock by homemade dried mushrooms and the milk of the squeezed goats in the morning and butter with it.

Stew with mushrooms and root vegetables with milk and plenty of rabbit meat is also perfect in that you can get a set of nutrients you need to grow.

"After all, the pot that Lug made for me is handy, isn't it? It's magical that a stew stained with a nice flavor can be made in a matter of minutes. What have you been doing for hours making stews?"

"The pressure cooker is not magic. 'Cause I just read a book that was in my study and tried what I came up with."

The principle of a pressure cooker is simple: it applies pressure above atmospheric pressure by sealing the air and liquid from escaping and then heating it.

I can make it if I want to.

I have trouble simmering the stew for hours, so I modify one of the pans into a pressure cooker and my mother loves it as well as me.

"But from me, it's magic."

"Again, Lug is smart. I also know the concept of pressure and the phenomenon it poses, but I did not have the idea of using it in cooking. Flexible ideas are what assassins need."

... These parents are stupid and tickle because they compliment me every time.

That's how the stew was done.

White and thick cream stew.

I am happy to be able to use plenty of milk and butter last year because I get a lot of goat milk that I bought and started growing.

"Father, Mother, sit down. Let's have lunch."

Thus begins the meal of the family.

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As a nobleman, the dish is rarely cooked by my mother or by me. Because my mother likes to cook.

About two years ago, when I told my mother I wanted to cook, it was a pleasure to tell me.... but lately I have been burning a weird sense of confrontation about what my son is going to outrun me.

Whatever my son I say, I think he's very young and cute.

I just want you to give me a break from treating children beyond degrees. Before this, why don't you take your tits for the first time in a long time? What did they say? I felt dizzy.

Because you are loving me as a Lug, or even though I didn't move before I was reborn, I have become more upset these days.

It can also be said that it is getting weaker, but it is not bad if you think of it as a process towards an assassin who does what his father says he should do with a normal heart. Because it's better to have a heart, but the world looks much brighter.

Arrange dishes with that in mind.

Salad and bread on cream stew with plenty of rabbit meat and mushrooms.

As an aristocratic table, qualities.

This is also a routine of towahards, with many configurations: bread and main, plus side dishes and salads and soups. Sometimes desserts come with them.

"After all, Lug's special stew is excellent. Lug could be a genius to come up with something like this."

"I think so, too. I don't even like this stew in the Wang capital. Sell this and you'll make money."

"My mother and father exaggerate. It's not that elaborate."

"Lug is too modest. Yes! Act like a resident at this year's Harvest Festival! I'm sure we'll all be delighted!

"Um, I agree. Even if this behaves to all the inhabitants, it falls within the budget of the harvest festival. Besides, make it a specialty of my land. Unless the people of this realm love it."

Seeing a betta sweet figure on my father's son, is this man really the dominant assassin aristocrat Towahade? Sometimes I think.

I just don't hate it.

I don't hate it, so it doesn't bitter to behave as a son loved by these people.

Besides, in my second life, I enjoy eating so much that I can't compare to the world at first sight.

The food has done quite a bit since the previous life. When entering a party venue where prey is located, the profession of cook is useful, so I often use it, and I acquired skills and qualifications because I needed them.

Both the dishes I was making myself and the ones I ate for research would taste better than the cream stew I made today.

Still, it tastes better today. I guess that's because of emotions I didn't know about in my first life.

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My mother takes a plate to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

It's our rules to clean up better if we don't cook.

My father examines my body with a serious face.

My father checks once a week, before his afternoon training, to see how much his body is growing. This determines the content of the training.

"If you grew up so far, you can treat it. Lug, give the Devil's Eye of Towahade"

Swallow sawdust and saliva.

Finally. The material that was in the study, and I only knew it existed.

My hair is silver from my mother, but my eyes don't resemble either of my parents. My mother is bright blue and my father says he has gray eyes, but black eyes.

For my father, acquired, went from black eyes to gray eyes.

That's the Devil's Eye of Tower Harde.

Special eye giving surgery completed after human experiments using hundreds of death row inmates.

Very challenging surgery using magic, but if successful, a high-performance eye enters.

"Father, please."

"Scared?

"No, because I trust your father's arm"

Yes, he is a silly and kind father when it comes to family reunions like this, but I know that my father is a real professional when it comes to acting like a towaheade.

"Trust me. Promise a guaranteed success."

My father was already there as head of the Towahards family.

As long as that is the case, my father will have no failures.

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A bandage is wrapped around his face and his vision is closed in the dark.

The surgery is over while I'm asleep.

Thanks to [super recovery], I recovered to the point where I could remove the bandage already.

When I open my eyes, I'm amazed at the change in vision.

My eyesight is enhanced.

It's not just that you can see distant things now, it's moving vision that captures moving objects, deep vision that commands proximity.

With these eyes, even rifle bullets are going to make it through.

Plus, I can see magic now. Magic power is inherently invisible, something I can feel quite close to for the first time.

Yet I can see a lot of magic from my own body. When I gathered that together in one point, I understood the movement of magic.

If you see their magic flow, you can spot the first move and respond quickly.

An eye that can be called an anomaly.

I'm just screaming because my brain can't keep up with the amount of information I've gained all at once from seeing too much.

In a while, the brain will grow to withstand that information with the power of [super recovery] and [growth limit breakthrough].

"Father, it's a good look."

"I was relieved to hear that. Anyway, let me tell you about this treatment. One day, Lug will do it to his own child."

"Yeah, I'll definitely inherit it it"

Secrets created by our Lord three generations ago.

This is arguably one of the top secrets in the Tower Hard.

"Then I have good news. I can finally get you what Lug always wanted."

"No way, you found a master of sorcery!?

That's what I've been waiting for.

Magic cannot be learned without a master.

My father and mother were also not taught because of their special qualities on the teaching side. That's why you can't use magic even if you're used to handling magic.

I wanted to know and be able to handle magic as soon as possible when I could create it with [something that weaves a ceremony].

"Um, next week, I'll have a magic teacher. We'll stop training for a while and focus on getting you ready."

"Yes, I understand"

Magic, a force that was not in the original world.

To kill a brave man, that would be the key.

But there was more pure interest in witchcraft than that. I couldn't help but look forward to learning magic.