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

Step into the best, no, most complete castle in the world in the kingdom of Alvan.

How much money did you spend making this?

How many talented people and workforce is that possible?

Just thinking makes me horrible.

"That's more and more amazing to see up close"

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like it before, and I'm never gonna see it again."

I feel aesthetic in this castle.

What we are aiming for is the pursuit of functionality, and we should be putting things like beauty and elegance behind us.

Yet the stuck functional beauty glows only, and while priority is given to functionality, restraint is found everywhere.

... Any ambitious aristocrat would be reminded of differences in character if they could show something like this and it would break my heart.

Or will you want to get this at all costs?

Dia's face shines with curiosity

"Lug, have you noticed?

"Oh, there's a sign of magic. Demonic props, were they being put into practice?"

The moment I crept through the gate, I felt like I was being watched.

It is also a sensible junction in the royal castle.

It's more cluttered than that, if I care about that, the precision I can deceive.

However, it is amazing that we have created tools that can operate with installation and magic.

If you're a human individual with that kind of skill, you don't have to be that vigilant.

But it would only be surprising if research had gone so far as to say that anyone could make it.

Anyway, magic can only be used by using it over and over again for each attribute, something that is given more than God. The only exception is me or Dia.

Being able to make tools means being able to bring the functions you wanted using magic as a power.

I'm getting interested.

While I think about that, I get inside the castle and greet the servant.

A middle-aged man who is long and elegant.

Look at him and get upset. A face I've never seen, but I know it.

... What the hell is he going to do?

I thought it would be the garden or reception room to be guided, but unexpectedly an indoor type of training area on the premises.

It's the size the castle deserves, and it's very big.

There more than two hundred swordsmen were meeting their swords.

A servant man opens his mouth.

"What do you say? The elites of my Romarung. Isn't it brilliant?

Even the castle lost its temper, but it still does here.

All two hundred are magical and trained.

Very rarely does magic come from ordinary people, but it is usually necessary for both parents to have magic.

And, in general, magic is hard to have children.

There are two hundred magicians here alone who are supposed to be rare.

Together with all the magic of the main house and the branch, the Tower Hard has twenty people. That's an old man, a woman, even a child.

But there are only two hundred convincing men gathered here, too different in size.

What the hell kind of trick is that?

... No, I don't even have to think about it. That's what happens if you do Romarung's way.

In order to leave excellent blood, we forcefully gather outstanding human beings from one end to be children.

Though we cannot name Romarung except the one who is especially good, salablets mixed with Romarung and excellent blood who cannot name Romarung remain.

Is that them?

However, as far as I can tell, Romarung can't name Romarung. I should have restricted Romarung to remitting children.

As far as this current situation is concerned, they stopped that system. That hasn't been on the table for a generation or two, either, and I haven't done that.

What the hell was that for?

I still have something to worry about.

"You're using a good sword."

"Your eyes are high. They call it the steel sword in Romarung."

Weapons used in this world are common swords made of iron that are immature and of low purity in iron making techniques.

But what is used here is pure iron, steel that adds carbon to iron, not iron, for more strength.

It is two steps further than world standards. It is not simply cast when making it a sword, it is also forged by the craftsmen.

It would only be possible because it attracts talent from all over the world.

Two hundred magic bearers just looking at each other use weapons that are two steps ahead of world standards.

It can't be the strongest.

"The Holy Knight has one more thing to look at. They're non-magical."

"Is it a bowgun they have?"

"Yeah, well, you know it."

I was training for shooting.

That's the sight of your spine freezing.

First of all, it's one turn bigger than the standard bowgun.

And the mechanism was complicated.

The bowgun is capable of being fired in two overlapping directions, and the foot pedal is attached.

Not only that, but the pulley is used to pull strings.

In my day, the evolutionary form of a bowgun that is capable of releasing more arrows than its own muscle strength, which is said to be a compound bowgun.

As he watches, he steps on the pedal with his feet and pulls the arrow with all his might, including his spine. Yeah, and then I have a lot more power than pulling with my hands.

In addition, everyone here has very well built muscles.

Such a muscular idiot can turn his face bright red and use his full body power, including his leg strength, even with the help of a pulley, to connect a giddle arrow.

"How unscrupulous tension is that?"

In the first place, it is strange to be able to make strings of such tension in this era.

Two hundred people line up in two rows.

Target is steel armor fifty meters away.

A common magic hold, if it strengthens the body with magic, its hardness exceeds iron as well.

But roughly equivalent compared to steel.

I see, is that what that target is about?

"You'll see something interesting."

A servant laughs.

"Shoot!!

At the same time as that word, the first row shoots simultaneously.

Hundreds of bowgun-specific short arrows were thrown out, and steel armor of the same hardness as a magic hold was filled with holes.

In other words, proof that a magician who thought he was invincible could kill even a non-magician.

"They showed me something interesting. The dawn of an era where ordinary soldiers can kill a magician."

The bottom of my heart, I was surprised.

The overwhelming strength of magic lies in its defense.

The arrows, swords, and stone-throwing of the general soldier are not going to do much damage as long as they keep their magic together.

So they say you can't kill a magician on the battlefield except you are invincible and have magic.

Therefore, he was the star of the battlefield. They don't kill me, they keep killing me.

But that premise collapsed.

No matter how aggressive, fast, when you die, you die lightly. In that case, it becomes from an invincible pawn to just a convenient pawn.

If hundreds of people get in a row and are simultaneously fired, as they are now, it is difficult to do so.

The age of magic is over.

Of course, if you have super-first-class magic in general magic stories, you can stand it.

Nevertheless, most magical possessions will lose their value and authority.

... I thought one day those times would come. I thought that was due to the invention of gunpowder and guns.

I had no idea you could get there with such a force move.

I breathe deeply.

It's time to hang out with the farce.

Intentionally turning the tone into something that is directed toward the eye.

"What the hell did you show me this for, Duke of Romarung? Are you going to tell Toahade to help us because we're going to war?

Showing overwhelming power to make you know it's useless to defy is a stone to draw into your peers.

"Ha, were you found out? This is embarrassing. How long have you been spotting this?

The Duke of Romarung, who was disguised as a servant, laughs.

"From the beginning. I'm a pro. You'll see through the amateur disguise. Was Nevan trying to fool me before this, and you're next?"

"I was confident. It's amateur from you."

Put your hands on your face and peel off. It's an exquisitely crafted mask. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have noticed that.

In fact, Tart and Dia were opening their eyes.

"Shall I answer your question? I wanted to show you that my son-in-law's time will be over. It is because of its overwhelming strength that the aristocracy is privileged and flustered. Even an incompetent lord will stand above the people when he protects you."

That's right.

Territorial management is stable, even if you're just incompetent with magic.

Anyway, it's too strong. The peasants will never win a revolt. Running away at night is at best.

In addition, I feel sheltered by its strength. If demons and other things show up, we have no choice but to be magical. So, magical possession looks like God. I'm curious to put up with any dissatisfaction.

"I guess. If it's going to be easy to kill, it's going to flip. There are times when having magic or not is not everything, and having magic is considered to be just one advantage."

If magicians are killed lightly and demons and other things can be dealt with by ordinary people, God becomes just a human being.

The grievances we have endured so far will explode and there will be riots in the territory ruled by incompetent aristocrats.

It's the same in my world.

The collapse of the aristocratic system began where knights were no longer overwhelming.

A knight with a specialized education, riding a horse and wearing expensive equipment was the strongest.

However, advances in weapons have made armor no longer make sense, and it has ceased to stand out and be useful on the battlefield just because you have completed martial arts. The moment the war was just a number, the knight became a single pawn, respect, admiration, faith disappeared, and the knight fell to just man.

The same thing is about to happen.

I mean, it's a time when you can't rule territory just because you have magic.

Incompetence will be eliminated and ordinary people without magic will take their place.

"Don't you think it's funny, one competent talent after another who was made to crouch just because he didn't have the magic power rises with his ambition.... push us away, the old rulers. or create a nation that is only non-magical and may try to get rid of us"

"That's not funny. Because the kingdom of Alvan is stable today. At least, you can't be welcome."

"It's not like you. I can't believe you're saying such a dumb thing."

It seems the Duke of Romarng is around where we can call this general theory dumb.

He looks way ahead.

"... I guess this is what you're thinking. I could make a weapon in Rome that could kill a magician. So it may or may not be made outside of Romarung, and any of them will be made for sure. Then the Kingdom of Alvan should respond to that change sooner than anywhere else. As it stands now, there are soldiers from other countries equipped with a large quantity of weapons that can kill a magician, and one day you suddenly attack me, and it's over...

"Correct. That's not all."

"I can imagine another. Still, it is the overwhelming existence that does not kill that deserves to reign. Yes, like you. The Duke of Romarung wouldn't even die in this bowgun."

"And so are you. Yeah, your answer is perfect. There was not a single minister in my ministry who could think of things from the same perspective as me. Again, you're good."

Short arrows fly over the speed of sound from behind.

Don't even turn that around, pinch it with your fingers and stop it.

The Duke of Romarung applauds.

"I think. He said this change is sifting through the nobles, who are swept back just because they are magical. What survives here is real. It is its authenticity that deserves to guide this country. So you pass. I want you. You've done something rude to see if your daughter's son-in-law deserves it. I'm prepared to apologize."

"As for that, I'm not going to be son-in-law to Master Nevan"

If it's just a towaheade, it's an unacceptable statement.

But a holy knight would be forgiven.

"Oh, I know. But I thought my son-in-law deserved it. So just do it. What, I'm not gonna hate you. You've reassured me, that's all. Nevan is waiting. Go away."

And a real servant shows up, not him.

He said he tried me, but in a way this could be his sincerity.

Reveal your own palms and bring them in after sharing your thoughts.

... just for a little while, I thought it seemed interesting to be the owner of the Roman Lung and to rule the land. With all this power, I can do anything.

But I'm Tower Harde. And I like Dia and the tarts.

That's why I can't be a Romarung. It's only Lug Towaharde.

I stopped by to see Nevan.

She is her, and she seems to be up to a lot.

I can't help it.