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

Wake up at your usual time.

When I looked next door, the tart was naked and held me in my arms.

Happily, the mouth is coveted.

... He looks cute in relief.

"Rugu, well, my Rugu, well"

The power to hold is half strong.

He is cheeky with his sleeping face on and occasionally has mammoths. It's as if he claims to be his own.

It's quite clever to do this in a sleeping minister.

The tart herself is trying to hide it, but she seems to have reinforced that thought by loving each other with a rather strong appetite for exclusivity.

"Well, I don't really like sleeping twice."

It's going to be hard to get out of bed without waking up a tart no matter how.

It's a matter of time before we meet with the Duke of Romarung, and let's take a good look at Tart's sleeping face.

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Tart wakes up and slowly opens his eyes.

"Good morning...... and oh so much time already!? Sorry, I need to arrange breakfast now."

I jumped out of bed in a hurry and fell.

I'm naked, so I see a lot.

"Calm down. If there's a problem, I'm causing it. I worked late yesterday, and let's take it slow."

"Huh, huh"

The tart raised a strange voice, smoking out of his face as it was and overheating.

I guess you remembered yesterday.

The sweetness of the tart yesterday was amazing.

I thought Tart was horny, but not that far.

"I'm sorry, I, forget me"

"Fine. I was relieved the tart made me feel better. And it would be more fun for me to mess with it."

"Master Lug filled me up yesterday! Now I will learn more so that I can fill Master Lug up!

"I'll teach you a lot if you want to study... self-study is dangerous"

While Tart was my first experience, I tried hard to please me with a lot of things, but I was wrong by the way after my knowledge was halfway through, and it was hard in that sense.

... I know who did it.

It's my mother anyway.

I guess I blew in a lot of things appropriately. It comes to my attention that Tart snorts as she listens to her mother with a bright red face.

"Good luck!

The hard-working place like this is the beauty of tarts though.

Nothing, I don't think I have to work so hard on this.

"Put your clothes on before you work hard. It's hard to keep looking at Tart's fascinating body"

"Oh, oh, no, I'm sorry"

Sit down with your hands hiding your chest.

Turn your back on such a tart.

Then I began to hear the cloth rubbing.

I guess I'm wearing the change of clothes I was prepared for.

"Um, Master Lug, do you mean it's hard, you know, that's how I feel"

"Well, yeah."

"Then shall I serve you in the morning? Man, I love that kind of thing, my mother-in-law... uh, read it in a book."

Where the hell did you learn those words?

And my mother, she let the tart call me her mother-in-law, and that's what she seems to like about the tart.

"Another time, please. Than that, I'm hungry. Breakfast, please."

"Yes, it's delicious."

Tart stood up and left the room, saying so.

I'm sure you'll have something with the essence.

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Breakfast is ready, so the three of us gather at the table.

For breakfast, a fluffy omelet with bacon and mushrooms.

A lot of cheese toast, plus vegetable soup.

The omelet is exquisite the way the fire goes through and when you pass the knife, the semi-ripe egg spills. Good choice of utensils and stock. Quite a treat.

Cheese toast, though simple, is the only kind of cheese that gets delivered to the royal castle, and this one is much better than putting your hands on it poorly.

The vegetable soup is understated and relieved to drink after a stuffed omelet or cheese toast.

"Tart, you made a good omelet today."

"Because I had good ingredients."

"I liked this omelet, too. I want to eat again. Today's breakfast is better than usual. I wonder if this is also the power of love."

"Oh, I can't believe it's love"

The tart is lit.

"Dia, I've been wanting to hear why you hit the tart like that"

Having more than one wife is natural as a nobleman, but it is something you have no choice but to do, and there are many emotionally negative women.

"There are a number of reasons."

Dia carries the omelet to her mouth, chews it up and then resumes the conversation.

"One of the reasons is because I think Tart is my friend. It was pitiful to watch."

"Reason number two?

"Duty as an aristocrat. It's my wife's job to help keep Lug's blood. The last reason is for Lug. Tart protects Lug to the end no matter what. Because she is such a child. Think if we love each other, we'll never change that feeling."

"I, you know, don't have to love me"

"Maybe so. But it's hard to keep thinking about it. It's okay now. But I might change my mind someday. That's why I wanted you to love each other properly. To keep Lug safe."

Dia finishes her omelet.

"It's cowardly to ask this now, but I want you to let me hear it.... If it weren't for those three reasons, wouldn't Dia have wanted me and Tart to love each other?

"Of course I do. I just want you to love me."

Dia responds instantly.

I lose my word.

"But three reasons I just said. I want you to be happy because I like tart as a friend, and I want to leave blood for sure. I want someone to defend Lug for his life. When you put it all together, it's more than just me wanting you to love me. All right, then I backed the tart. Oh, tart, do you have dessert?

"Ah, yes. Today's dessert is Orange Jure."

"Like, give me, give me a little more"

"You'll have it soon."

The tart disappears into the kitchen.

"Ugh, Lug. Don't make me say this. It's so embarrassing to put it into words."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Good luck in the afternoon. 'Cause I don't seem to be supposed to follow you, and I wish you well while you develop your magic."

"Do that. Let's change the route on the way home. I have a route home through the attractions just right for my date."

"Like that. I'm looking forward to your date."

Dia and laugh.

You just let Dia take care of herself.

I have to give her something back, too.

Yes, I really thought so.

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I go out with Tart in the afternoon.

My clothes are a special courtesy as a holy knight, and my tarts are servant clothes.

... I don't feel comfortable with the defense because this dress, the tailoring and the materials are good but not for combat, and there is no space to hide the dark ware, above all it is difficult to move with the creation of appearance priorities.

I don't want to wear it if I can, but even if I do, I have no choice but to show my face in front of the royal family.

We'll have more chances to wear this in the future, and try to make something that looks the same but can withstand the battle.

"Has that Master Lug ever met the Duke of Romarung?

"Not directly. But I know what kind of person you are. Extraordinarily good and incredibly loyal"

I know who he is because I've seen his requests to Towaharde.

Highly calculated, well-prepared, and overwhelming loyalty to the country.

All previous requests for assassinations led to the interests of the Kingdom of Alvan.

And some of them were assassinations that benefited both the Duke of Romarung and the Kingdom of Alvan.

If you devise a way of directing with a little understatement, excuses will benefit you to the best of your ability. Such a case.

But the Duke of Romarung will not. Think only of the interests of the country and move.

It just doesn't mean a clean nobleman who doesn't benefit in any way,

That is what the Duke of Romarung would do if he also benefited as a result from measures to maximise the country's interests. On the contrary, if the national interest is to be maximised, I would not hesitate to hand that the Duke of Romarung would be to the detriment.

Yes, he thinks "just” maximizing the national interest.

Competent enough to achieve the maximum national interest, and above all notably overwhelming loyalty to the state.

That's the image I hold of him.

"You're an amazing person"

"Oh, that's why you're scared"

I push forward without even caring for my own detriment.

That means slashing and throwing away immediately if Towaharde or I would be to the detriment of the country.

It's dangerous. But it's not easy to understand.

Because it's sensible, if it's to the detriment of the country, it's an enemy, and unless it does, I can trust you to be on my side.

"You got it. I can't believe there's a garden in the castle."

"I heard the story, but I didn't know I was coming in."

I was coming to a garden in the royal castle.

The Alvan Garden, which bears the name of the country, is said to be Peach Township.

A place that openly proclaims that this country is the most beautiful in the world.

Collect beautiful flowers at the time of each season, combine many kinds of flowers, arrange them to exhibit the highest beauty, and use artwork, jewellery, etc. at all costs to enhance the flowers.

Be in the mood to change everything from seasonal shifts to interiors for harmony with flowers.

The most beautiful space in the world and the most luxurious in the world.

Therefore, there are very limited things to put in.

... I would have chosen this place to keep no one else from talking to me.

When the tart went inside, I lost my word.

It looks so beautiful, it's even taken away my soul.

I'm something like that.

I wanted to bring Dia. I'm sure she would have loved to see this place, too.

"Holy Knight, please come this way"

Guided by a servant.

... By the way, this servant is a certain marquis maid.

Even servants are asked for character to step in here.

In the case of Tart, it would be that he was a squire of the Holy Knight and managed to be forgiven, also on the basis of the achievements of the Helmingworm Demon Crusade.

A gazebo in the garden… a roofed place in a park or something with no walls and a desk and chairs lined up.

So you want me to enjoy the tea, love the flowers, and talk?

I have two clients.

"Princess Farina, the Duke of Romarung, the Holy Knight and his servants are here"

Step forward with the tart and refrain from tarting behind my back.

Then, two of the ancestors.

A mid teenage girl with incredible hair expressing only to the royal family called peaches and a man in his thirties with hair that was too eyelid to melt the gold itself turns this way when it comes to gold.

All I can say to both of them is that they are too beautiful by the time they are inhuman.

That should be it, too. That's how the royal family and the Duke of Romarung were built.

"I'll see you first. Make it Baron Towahade's child, contemporary Towahade. My name is Lug Towaharde."

On his knees, greeting him with his head lying down.

I am not yet the head of the Baron's family, but I have already replaced him as an assassin.

"Please raise your face"

As the word goes, face up.

"Well, how cute. I didn't notice it when I saw it at the party."

"Stay with me, I can't. Lug, you've come a long time. Kian told me about you. [M] Everything is Toa Harde's greatest masterpiece.... I'm having trouble deciding if you should be happy or sad when you become the Holy Knight."

"I will destroy the Demon Clan as soon as possible, and I will try to make the most of Towahade."

"You're reliable. Take your seats. I made the best tea leaves available for this day."

When you get to your seat, a servant pours tea.

The smell was familiar to me.

"What do you say? You love this scent, don't you? Relax."

"Neither do I. It's not like I have this. It's like work is going differently. Hey, what's wrong? Do you hate this scent?

"No, I like it. It's the tea leaves we started working with in Orna."

The tea leaves that are best formulated to suit my tastes and make my job easier, I sell them in Orna.

It's up to me.

"Did Master Lug also know? I, Orna, love it. Makeup, sweets and tea are all the best. Bye, platinum membership card."

Platinum membership is a service that allows you to receive more one-ranked goods than in store on a regular basis by paying high dues.

Orna is a super popular store and disappears as soon as the products are lined up in the store, so platinum members who can get the products stably at a high rate are popular, and the application is killing them and filling their boundaries.

I knew Princess Farina was a member. And that the wife and daughter of the Duke of Romarung are also members.

But to me...... is it a coincidence that you served this tea to Representative Orna, Irg Barroll?

"Do you also like Princess Farina? That's an odd encounter. In my case, I naturally like Orna's products because my mother is a member"

"We seem to fit in. Oh, speaking of which, next time we're having an Orna's new presentation in Wangdu. I asked you to hold it because I couldn't. She says she can't come, but a woman named Marha, deputy representative, would like to come. Me, I was surprised. I can't believe a girl my age or so is that Orna's deputy. I can't wait to see who you are."

With a poor smile like a flower, a peach girl stares at me.

I also know of a new presentation in Wang Du.

As things stand, Orna doesn't have production chasing her orders, and there's no point in adding more new customers anymore. I didn't want to devote resources to the event to develop new customers like that.

So the holding was decided after trying to say no but under pressure from above.

I remember Marha saying stupid things about being busy but not wanting me to waste more work.

Was it at the mercy of this child?

Orna's tea was served, and the next thing I knew, Marha was coming to the king's capital.

... Is that what this is about?

"Princess Farina, it's time to end the chatter and get down to business. Lug, you look amazing."

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I accidentally look at Master Lug. Then it's time to get down to business. Honey, it's not a request for you as a holy knight, it's a request for you as an assassination nobleman. Please kill my brother. I can't do that anymore. Countess Granfeld has boned me to become a puppet, a vice to this country. I don't think I can fix it, so dispose of it."

Remains a poor smile like a flower.

In exactly the same tone as when I praised Orna's tea earlier, she spoke of killing my brother, as if talking to the public.