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

Late at night, I was out of my room.

To see how the trap was set up.

Ever since my father told me I had something to target for the Epona assassination, I've been trying to stay as close to Epona as possible.

If you looked carefully, you could feel the signs of the assassin.

But be careful, your arms seem to stand up quite well, and you can hardly let them grab your tail.

So I changed my policy.

If you can't grab the tail, direct him to get the tail out.

Make them think 'this is the only time' to take action.

First, as a prep for that, I acted as an escort to Epona. It behaved as if it were a guard moving as a clandestine destiny, not blatantly. But I try to know for what I know.

I did all this to get you off guard.

A person is a strange thing, and I unconditionally believe information that I see through in my abilities, even though I suspect that information that people have asked me or that is rolling unconstitutionally may be false information.

That's the same thing this time. Because they saw through the behavior of hiding being my escort, they believed I was the escort.

Then you start aiming at when I'm leaving.

I showed them when to be absent.

That way, I read that it moves whether it's unprepared or not. He's unlikely to decide on an assassination, but he's going to be ready for something I can't keep an eye on.

It's one of the traps that kept Neusch instead.

Exactly, if you abandon the escort completely, you will call for suspicion, so you put Neusch, who has arms, as a substitute.

But in the case of Neusch, even if he has excellent arms in orthodox swordsmanship, he doesn't know how to assassinate and behaves immaturely as an escort.

Therefore, he was sure that he would always show a gap and be an assassin with the skill of the enemy only to make that gap.

Shut up. If I were to leave and leave the understudy, I'd be convinced that 'it's the only time'.

At last, this was a trap to get your hands on the cowardice you're looking at in the far-roll.

Well, I wouldn't take such rough hands if Epona was the object to protect, because Epona wouldn't die for sure, so I dared to force her to think it was a chance to move.

Epona's room, sneaking in behind its ceiling.

When making an assassination, there are not as many advantageous positions, crushing them one by one.

If you want to carry out the assassination, or prepare for it, you must be sneaking in somewhere.

... Found it. Looks like this is the area.

"Did you break in and aim, but give up on hand-held gear?... As far as I can tell, I can always kill you."

Looking down from behind the ceiling, Epona is asleep feeling good and well.

Just a few meters away, I was told I had Amsa Shisha. Not at all alert.

From here, knocking in shelling would be about a scratch.

Even [Artillery Shooting Synchronous "Full Fire"] doesn't get you killed.

Okay, let's go.

The prey was trapped.

... we'll be able to identify the assassins tomorrow.

◇

I normally attend school the next day.

I observe people on the road, using the eyes of Towahade.

To see what the trap accomplished.

Whether you said it was a trap, or killed it, I didn't let you get hurt.

I just marked it.

The assassin's identity is nineteen and eighty-nine, he thinks he's a teacher or a student.

This school is tightly secured. It is extremely difficult to break in, especially from outside the school.

This is inevitably the case, because this is all the children of the aristocracy live together.

Then what you should doubt is what's on the inside.

Teachers have talented talent, and students are magical and some children born into houses like Towahards are specially trained.

... It's not strange to have an assassin.

"Master Lug, it's been a while now, but what has been done?

"Well, you know what I mean"

Surprised. Tart's right. I'm observing the perimeter.

But I'm not acting like I'm going to be noticed around me being vigilant.

If I do that, they'll be suspicious around me.

That's why he was taking the method of analyzing images captured in the brain, using the whole view without focusing.

By the way, it's the same as usual.

"Somehow. Well, the air's a little different."

"Oh well. Good boy."

When I stroke Tart's head, Tart happily narrows his eyes.

For an assassin, a sensitive sensor is of paramount importance. If you don't notice any minor signs, you can't survive.

"Ugh, all the tarts are praised and sloppy. I need to hang in there, too."

"Dia just magically complimented you yesterday."

"That's it. This is it."

Dia's bulging.

It's adorable how you're burning your sense of confrontation.

◇

I walked into the classroom and was relieved.

Apparently, there are no assassins in this class.

Good. I was pretty close to the ones in this class and I wanted to avoid missing my classmates.

After class, I'm going to make errands for the instructor's stuffing.

At least, the instructor who was there was Shilo.

Plus at lunch, instead of eating lunch in the courtyard as usual, we head to the dining room.

I can run into more students there.

Tart and Dia, who came to the dining room to find an assassin but don't know what's going on, enjoy the food in the dining room purely.

"Delicious...... surprised"

"But it's expensive."

"Because they use good ingredients."

Really good.

Always, I don't use the dining room because the tart gets ingredients to make dinner and even makes lunch boxes with extra ingredients, but it might be a good idea to use the dining room for occasional luxury.

The ingredients are good and laborious. Expensive for that matter.

Breakfast, unlike dinner, lunch is self-contained and the price you have the courage to use.

Though Thouahade sometimes makes money as a doctor and can't be used all the time if he cries to his parents, he's pretty tight if he earns about as much as a baron.

So not too many students go by. Probably about 40% of them use the dining room.

Still, more students eat in the courtyard because they are shy of not having the financial power to use the cafeteria, and many eat there somewhere.

"You're not just using good ingredients. The cooking method is also amazing. This cream stew, the stew itself tastes good, but the chicken of the utensils is excellent, and the flavor is cut out in the stew, but it's moist, delicious, and magical."

Cooking lover's blood is making a scene.

After this, I ran into the kitchen and told him about the recipe and he was going to ask for it.

This kind of uplifting virtue is the virtue of tarts.

Look around with love for such tarts.

I finally found it.

The identity of my set trap... it's a special powder paint. He had sprinkled powder paint all over the place where the assassin would have killed Epona beforehand, or prepared below.

It is white with gray, sometimes extremely microscopic, and I don't notice it sticks.

However, when it adheres to my skin, I can't just wash it with water, and when I look at the powder paint with the eyes of Tower Harde, it looks glowing blue.

"Oh, him."

He was a Marquis man enrolled only in Class A.

... Increase the rating of enemies by one step.

Behavior over the past few days had shown that assassins were competent. He's like being entrusted with the assassination of a brave man in the first place.

If that bothers you, you deserve to be in this S-class.

However, to be inconspicuous, I would have enrolled in a thorough class with a professional.

In order to distance ourselves from the surroundings, we also have no loose eye around diving into Class A, where we are given a precise private room.

I dared enter S-class to explore my weaknesses near Epona, but the King's Road as an assassin would be as discreet and distant as he is.

I just don't have enough self-control to seem to eat right into the sprinkled bait.

Thanks to this, only this one earned advantages unilaterally.

All you have to do is do whatever you want.

"Um, I thought Master Lug liked the food in the dining room, too. Because you won't lose! I cook dishes that make you think they taste better."

By loosening his expression, Tart misunderstands that I like to cook.

Just don't bother putting that in your mouth.

Because you're so motivated.

"Lug, dinner's gonna be delicious."

"Oh, that's all I'm in the mood for."

Dia and I laugh bitterly when we see the tart.

Because of this, the tart will make you a treat, and we'll finish it after dinner.

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After school, I left a handful of people, including the school director.

One student will be gone, so rooting is necessary beforehand.

As a result of various conversations, the target is able to escape from a difficult school life and a missing scenario.

Already, part of the fence was cut and traces of escape were also made.

The school director's breathtaking security guard should be the hand to give a witness testimony proving his escape, just in case, he's going to snag the uniform he's wearing and leave the fiber behind to put it down.

The school director also convinced me that at first he was reluctant to finish off the student, but explained that his opponent was planning an assassination of a brave man.

The brave take precedence over all.

... the fact that I killed a student at the cost of this root makes me weak, but at the same time this one also holds the weakness that the other person joined and cooperated with it.

One-Lotus Toshio. Root rooting, including that.

There was also talk that the instructor would execute the punishment, but I thought about it in the unlikely event that I was exposed and eventually decided to do it with my hands.

The very survival of the school becomes worse when the instructor kills the student.

Late at night, I dress up and sneak into A-rank dorms.

I do nothing small.

At a time when everyone is quiet, just go through the gate from the front for the desired room.

It's past time for the lights to go out and nobody goes outside the room alone.

Leaving the room after the lights out time is subject to significant penalties for violation outside of class S.

Turn off the signs, without a sound, and use the key deposited by the school director to open the door and break into the assassin's room.

Make sure the target is asleep and throw the knife instantly.

With Towahade's eyes, it's a blow that cuts through the amount of magic your opponent is entangled in and puts the right amount of magic into it.

It penetrates the spreading futon, the knife pierces deep and the blood spreads, but it's not even screaming.

Immediate neurotoxicity, I can't move a finger the moment the poison flows into my body. Naturally, there's no screaming.

The assassin sees my face.

There was confusion in that expression.

I guess it's unexpected that I, the Epona escort, would come into this kind of direct hands.

... a little crude. I'm too insecure.

"I'm sorry. You can't let me interrupt my work. Then maybe it's no use, but I'll give you one piece of advice. Assassins must also assume that they will always be on the side of being hunted.... well, I don't know if I'd say it once failed."

Cut the consciousness, stop the bleeding, put it in the hemp bag you were bringing in, along with the sheets stained with blood, and take charge.

Walk down the deserted hallway, just like when you came.

There is no risk because I am familiar with the route and timing of the lookout.

I never thought a dorm after lights out would be such an easy place to do my job.

... Well, shall I take you there?

I prepared a secret base for these times.

No matter how much noise you make, it's an unpretentious place to be around.

From this guy, we need to hear the motive for targeting Epona, we need to torture him.

Of course, that's not the only way to end it. Finally got a magical body. Thoughtful, I can experiment with surgery that gives the eyes of towaharde.

Treat the tart. We have to make sure it's complete.

I'll be busy tonight. I'm worried I'll sleep in class tomorrow.