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

I haven't enjoyed my home in a long time.

Again, my house is fine.

I was healed at dinner.

Mother's cooking doesn't mean it's particularly delicious, but it suits her tongue.

Not only because I grew up with it, but also because I like my mother.

And the next day he was out hunting in the mountains.

Not that I'm thankful you entertained me yesterday, but today I'm going to sift through my handicrafts.

Dia also came looking for ingredients because the cream stew of rabbit meat I made was what you wanted.

"Tart, are you still okay with your magic and strength?

"Yes, I can manage!

The hunting ground I always use is just down the deep beast road. Yeah, there's a beast territory and it's dangerous.

Like in the shallows of the woods, people's hands are accessible, they are not making it easier to walk, they drain their strength and scrape their legs just to move on.

We hunt in places like this because we don't prey with the inhabitants.

Some of the inhabitants make their living from hunting. I don't want to get in their way.

Not only that, but it also has some benefits.

Not even a hunter gets in, which means there's a lot of prey here.

Furthermore, this evil path itself becomes a training.

I've been trained to hunt here.

"I found it after the Alvan Rabbit went through...... this should not have gone that far yet"

By passing the evil path, you build your appearance and strength, and build attention and concentration that does not overlook the slightest traces left by the beast.

I miss you.

A tart is passing down the path I followed.

The tart speculates on the location of the prey from the slightest trace left by the alvan rabbit and chases it.

In this hunt he was giving two challenges in order to overcome Tart's weaknesses.

One is to keep the eyes of the tower hade activated at all times after entering the mountain.

Unless you have [super healing] if you normally use the eyes of Tower Harde that continue to consume magic, you will fall right down.

That's why we have to keep the rinse activated.

Wear magic control by keeping it activated at minimum output for long periods of time.

The other is to use newly prepared weapons.

The tart spear is in an area that can be described as top-notch.

It is natural to continue to aim superior, but use new weapons as a shortcut to become stronger.

Off the road as knights and martial artists, but we're assassins.

I just greedily pursue strength.

Tart runs.

While chanting the magic created by Dia when she heard Tart's request.

It's assassination-oriented magic.

"[Windshadow]"

Tart specializes in fast-moving magic while keeping wind cowls together to eliminate air resistance and reduce health consumption.

What I just activated was that arrangement. While accelerating the wind together, the wind erases the smell and sound, erases the signs and does not enlighten the prey.

However, the sound can't completely turn off the smell either. It takes a hell of a lot of delicate manipulation to completely eliminate the sound and smell.

Then the chanting difficulty and control of the magic itself becomes difficult.

That's why magic itself lightens the processing to a certain extent, while moving so that even incomplete magic can erase its own signs.

It's easy to put into words, but hard to execute.

"Good move."

Alvan rabbits have abnormal hearing and smell.

If he hasn't noticed me while I'm under the wind, I guess I'll pass.

I'm watching the tart from a little further away.

Tart rolled up his skirt.

On the left thigh was a split spear, this time on the other side was a pistol and barrel.

This is the new weapon I gave Tart.

"It can also be used for tarts [shooting]. I hope it works."

The [shooting] that Dia and I use had major drawbacks.

First, [shooting] requires the use of the explosion magic of the fire attribute, which can only be used by a very small part of the magic holding.

And if you're going to eject a bullet with a foul stone explosion, you can use it by anyone as long as you keep your magic in the foul stone, but it was too explosive and it really withstood the explosion, so the weapon had the drawback of becoming larger.

That's where we developed the powder with foul stones.

If this is the case, it can be adjusted to the proper power with the amount of powder.

Tart's pistol bullets contain just enough powder to withstand the strength of a pistol size.

Tart takes out his right thigh pistol and attaches a barrel to his short barrel gun.

At close range, take advantage of the advantages of the short barrel, ease of handling, and attach the barrel if it is above medium range to increase accuracy.

With the tart magic, the foul stone powder explodes into a critical state at once.

A bullet was thrown out of his pistol and Alvan Rabbit's head blew to pieces of wood.

Tart shot with one hand, but something he could only do because he had magic and could strengthen his physical abilities.

It's more than twice as powerful as a magnum bullet, and it's like a grand horse blowing up even if a big man stood up and shot him with both hands.

It took such unscrupulous power because it was developed as a gun to kill a magician.

"Dear Lug, I did it! There's a good part left to eat."

Earlier on, I even got to the point of stuffing the alvan rabbit, but I put a bullet in the center of my body, and it split.

To eat deliciously, you have to shoot to blur the edge of your head, get close to the rind, and yet remain calm in that state, shooting with precision.

This is that kind of training, and Tart accomplished it.

"Well done, you passed. How comfortable is that gun?"

"Very nice. It would be great to have up to six shots in a row."

Pull the cock, the revolver rotates and the next bullet is loaded.

The pistol you gave to the tart is revolver-style and can contain up to six bullets.

If you pursue performance, you should turn it into an automatic pistol, not a revolver pistol.

However, we must not allow outbursts to occur in the unlikely event.

Other than the bullets loaded, the revolver formula was better for mounting a mechanism to block magic from the outside.

"Right. Keep saying if you have any complaints. It's still a prototype. We need to improve."

"Yes! I'll report back to you as soon as I can think of one. But this is just amazing. I don't need chanting, and I can't believe anyone with magic can use amazing magic of power."

I kept in mind that this gun could be used by anyone, as she put it.

... so that in the future anyone can make a gun that can be used immediately or in a true sense if they get a high-performance gunpowder without having to rely on foul stones.

"The age of entrusting everything to one hero ends one day. Maybe this gun will do the job."

I joke and say.

Once, in medieval Europe, guns drove the knighthood society away.

The privileged class of knights was allowed because the knights had the power from an early age to build their bodies, learn swordsmanship, reign as overwhelming powerful men, and protect their peasants.

But everything changed the moment anyone had the tools to kill people easily: guns.

The workouts piled up by the knights from an early age mean nothing before the lead balls, on the contrary, the peasants have trained for only a few days to become capable of killing even the knights.

The knights are no longer needed, the peasants feel ridiculous about being exploited, and the knight society is over.

"Master Lug, are you going to leave your guns all over the world and put an end to today's society?

"I'm not going to do that yet."

This world, no, the aristocratic society of this country is rigid and stable.

I don't bother sprinkling the spark.

In the first place, the only gun I could use that I gave the tart was a magical one, and even if I could make a gun that didn't use foul stone, I would keep it to the point where I would use it in my body.

"Tart, it's time to go home"

"Yes, I look forward to Master Lug's cream stew. If you tell me the recipe, I can't make it like Master Rugg, and I'm missing something."

Cream stew.

It's a dish that I made here at a young age and when did it turn out to be a specialty dish of towahards.

In the Inn of Towahade, travelers behave themselves and spread the word around the world.

… these days, it's the end of something that even likes to come to Tower Hade territory to eat a real cream stew.

"I didn't make it that special."

"Let me take a look at it. Today is the day to unravel your secrets!

The tart is in a mood.

Even with all that chatter, it's just great around quickly ending rabbit skin calves, blood drainage and dismantling and waxing with wood skin.

When you get home, let's just use the rabbit Tart hunted to make a delicious cream stew.

The tart worked hard on today's hunt, and I need to feed her the best thighs.

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Dinner begins.

Today's menu includes a bunny meat cream stew and homemade bread. Another dish that I quickly added to that.

The cream stew is sourced with rabbit bones and dried mushrooms native to the mountains of Towahade, with the addition of white sauce.

The utensils use plenty of seasonal vegetables and rabbit meat.

"After all, Lug's cream stew is excellent. It stains my son's taste."

"Mother, I hear a lot about my mother's taste, but I've never heard her describe my son's taste."

"But because it's the only flavor I can say it is. Lug, delicious."

"That line, it scares me a lot."

My mother has cream stew in her mouth and a full grin on her face.

"Ugh, at least I want to beat Master Lug just for the cooking arm... now I have the significance of being an exclusive maid"

The tart was delicious, but he said he regretted it, hitting the boned thigh.

The best thing about rabbit meat is thigh meat with strong umami as a puffiness. Eating this is the privilege of what you hunted for.

Outside of school, by the way, it is often the tarts who do not eat together as exclusive maids and refrain from eating behind them, but today orders are down from their mothers to eat with them.

Something tells me, yesterday, my mother called in a tart and it was blowing in a lot, but maybe it has something to do with it.

My father is away on my medal award and he has the environment he needs for his mother to do evil.

"I miss you. Even when you've been Lug's master, you've had cream stews made, haven't you? I can't believe I produced such delicious food that year. Lug's been a mess ever since he was a little girl."

"It's just a little premature. And then your order of gratin burned."

"Yay! My favorite."

The truth is, the next day I prepared a gratin to make with less of the cream stew for Dia, who really wants to eat it.

Stew on short, thick pasta and just cook in the oven with tomato sauce and cheese, so it's not so much trouble.

"The richness of the cheese and the acidity of the tomatoes add to the cream stew, which is even better."

Dia has a lukewarm face and eats plenty of pasta intertwined with cheese and cream sauce.

As the sawdust and tart have drunk their saliva, they also offer gratin before her.

... even to my mother who is about to resent me at last.

I didn't make my share.

The taste is similar, even though it is changing the impression of the flavor with tomato sauce so you won't get tired of eating the extra cream stew the next day.

I'm just tired of eating alongside cream stews, and cream stews are heavy.

As strange as it is that our women are flat with Peroli.

"Well, I'm very satisfied."

"Master Lug, I'll take care of it."

"I'm going back to my room. Lug, come back later. 'Cause I'm done analyzing the magic that you were asked to do."

Each, scatter.

I'll work in my own room, too.

I'm curious about the analysis you were asking Dia to do, and I want to improve the prototype of the gun.

Tart is looking at me sideways.

That's a trick when you're hiding something. That's what it was like when I gave you a birthday present in a surprise.

In the meantime, let's pretend we don't notice now.

I'm curious about what my mother blew in, but Tart wouldn't do anything that would bother me.