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Table of Contents

Table of Contents ................................................................................ 2

Prologue | The Assassin Brings Home a Guest .................................. 13
Chapter 1 | The Assassin Tests an Improved Spell ............................ 23
Chapter 2 | The Assassin Makes a Delicious Meal ............................ 31
Chapter 3 | The Assassin’s Secret Experiment .................................. 43
Chapter 4 | The Assassin’s Telecommunications Network ............... 55
Chapter 5 | The Assassin Prepares a Counterstrike .......................... 64
Chapter 6 | The Assassin Puts On a Disguise .................................... 73
Chapter 7 | The Assassin Makes Romantic Advances ....................... 81
Chapter 8 | The Assassin Dances ...................................................... 93
Chapter 9 | The Assassin Persuades ............................................... 105
Chapter 10 | The Assassin Is Taken to the Capital .......................... 114
Chapter 11 | The Assassin Goes to Trial .......................................... 126
Chapter 12 | The Assassin Tests a New Divine Treasure ................. 136
Chapter 13 | The Assassin’s Little Sister’s Request ......................... 143
Chapter 14 | The Assassin Embraces .............................................. 154
Chapter 15 | The Assassin Meets the One Who Started It All ......... 160
Chapter 16 | The Assassin Breaks It Off .......................................... 168
Interlude ......................................................................................... 176
Chapter 17 | The Assassin and the Collapsed City .......................... 184
Chapter 18 | The Assassin Flees from the Earth Dragon ................. 191
Chapter 19 | The Assassin Searches for a Means of Victory ........... 199
Chapter 20 | The Assassin Tears Off the Enemy’s Armor ................ 207
Chapter 21 | The Assassin Finishes the Job ..................................... 213

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 Copyright

The World’s Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Another World as

an Aristocrat, Vol. 5
Rui Tsukiyo
Translation by Luke Hutton
Cover art by Reia

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Title: The world’s finest assassin gets reincarnated in another world /
Rui Tsukiyo ; illustration by Reia.
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 Prologue | The Assassin Brings Home
a Guest

We had defeated the demon Liogel and parted ways with Naoise,
who had been tainted by darkness. Although things seemed bleak, I
trusted that I would reconcile with Naoise, and I was determined to
save him from the path he’d started down.
Afterward, I drew up files outlining the gist of our victory over Liogel
while excluding Naoise’s involvement and entrusted them to Nevan’s
subordinates. The retainers were extremely skilled, and I knew they
would be able to handle it. I expected they would supplement the
report where necessary before submitting it to the kingdom.
“Wow, the wind feels so good!” Dia exclaimed, her eyes shining as
she held down her fluttering hair.
We were gliding through the sky using a hang glider I’d produced
with earth magic, and I was using wind magic for course correction
and acceleration. Our destination was the Tuatha Dé domain.
This glider could support two people. I was piloting it, and Dia was
my firmly secured passenger. We were greatly enjoying our trip
through the air.
Hang gliders were an effective method of travel that didn’t consume
much mana. Previously, I’d considered conjuring a vehicle like a car
or a motorcycle. Given my knowledge and magic capabilities, it
should have been doable.
The issue was the lack of paved roads on which to comfortably drive,
which meant I wouldn’t be able to get the best use out of them.
Thus, I settled on a hang glider.
It wasn’t just convenient; soaring also felt fantastic.

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 “Oh, I’m so jealous. I wish I had gotten to ride with Sir Lugh,
too.”
“Lady Nevan, please don’t remind me. You’re making me sad.”
I heard Nevan’s and Tarte’s voices through the communication
device I had attached to my ear.
I had produced two hang gliders. Tarte was piloting the other one,
and Nevan was her passenger. A hang glider for four people would
have been huge and less aerodynamic, so I’d elected to make a pair
of two-person ones.
I could have created a giant wind cowling to carry four people like I
did the other day, but that method of travel consumed too much
mana and wasn’t fit for long-distance flights.
Tarte and I were the wind magic users of the group, so I controlled
one and she the other. I took Dia as my passenger, and she had
Nevan.
“I’m impressed you mastered flying so quickly, Tarte,” I observed.
“It’s surprisingly easy!” she replied.
“I would love to try flying it, too,” added Nevan.
“Really? You can try once we get back to Tuatha Dé. You can’t fly
without wind magic, but you could still enjoy gliding.”
“That sounds wonderful!”
“Hey, don’t forget me. I want to fly one, too! There also must be a
way to gain speed without wind. All you need is propulsion,” said
Dia.
“Dia, I really hope you’re not thinking of using an explosive spell,” I
remarked.
Dia’s two elemental affinities were earth and fire, so the easiest way
for her to achieve propulsion would be via some kind of rupture. The

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force would be sufficient to fly, but the hang glider itself would not
survive.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha, of course not. I have a better idea!”
“Make sure to tell me about it beforehand. You’re scaring me a bit.”
“Roger that, Lugh. My idea does involve science and physics, so I’d be
uneasy about it without consulting you anyway.”
Dia was a genius. Knowing her, she’d be able to use magic to create
something resembling a jet engine.
“That’s not good. The weather’s getting rough,” I observed.
My hang glider began to sway. The wind was growing more
turbulent, and its direction was becoming erratic.
“Doing okay, Tarte?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s a little scary, but I can manage. I will call for help if
anything happens,” she answered.
“Please do.”
A straight flight was one thing, but I was worried at the thought of
her having to fly through inclement weather.
“These communication devices are so useful, Sir Lugh. Did you
make these with magic, too?” inquired Nevan.
We were able to speak over the distance between our hang gliders
thanks to some radio earpieces I’d built. There was no way we would
have been able to hear each other while soaring through the sky
without them.
“While they use magic, they’re a product of science.”
All you needed to develop a radio communication device was a
junior-high-level knowledge of physics. If you could also use earth
magic to produce materials and manufacture them with a high
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The radios were not without a few limitations, however. Because of
their portable size, their range of communication was only about one
hundred meters. I would have to make improvements later.
Despite the current issues, the tools would already be hugely
advantageous in this world, which still relied on primitive methods of
communication.
Quickly delivering information was difficult here. Consider the
military, for example. It used messengers to run and convey things
during operations. The accuracy of the reports was often low
because of the game of telephone performed by the various
recipients. What’s more, there was a delay before any news arrived,
and the situation could change entirely in the meantime. There was
no guarantee the messenger would so much as arrive safely, and an
enemy might steal the information.
Radio communication was massively advantageous by comparison.
Orders and updates could be handed out safely and in real time. The
difference in speed and accuracy would allow any army to overcome
a massive strength disadvantage.
Radio communication promised to single-handedly change war
forever.
“Science is truly astounding. I am regretting my promise more
and more. This alone would allow humanity to take another step
forward.”
As I’d expected, Nevan took a great interest in wireless transmitting.
Nevan had made a promise not to misappropriate the knowledge
and technology she gained from traveling with me. She understood
the value radio communication would have in military matters as
well as mercantile ones. She knew it could upset the present balance
of the world, and that must have been vexing for her.

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“I can’t have this revealed to the public… I’m sharing it with you
because I trust you. I would rather you not forget that,” I warned.
“Have no fear. I still want to spend my life with you, Sir Lugh. I
would never do anything to upset you,” Nevan assured me.
Hearing her say things like that was both embarrassing and terrifying.
I did trust her to an extent, though. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have
revealed radio communication to her in a nonemergency scenario.
“Tarte, watch out. Heavy wind incoming!”
“Okay. Whoa, that is strong.”
An enormous gust buffeted us from the side. The wings of my hang
glider creaked and then lost their balance, causing us to fall into a
tailspin. I knew the wings weren’t going to break because I had
constructed them to bend and dissipate force in a situation like this.
However, that was what sent us into the plunge.
“AAAAAH!” screamed Dia.
Undoubtedly, this was frightening for her.
The worst thing about a tailspin was the panic that came from not
knowing which way was up. Because we were at a reasonable
altitude, my best option was to wait for the wind to calm down and
restore balance once I got a grasp on the predicament. Anyone in
their right mind would realize that.
However, distress causes one to act without thinking.
Once I got our tailspin under control, I checked above and below. I
oriented the hang glider accordingly and started to glide again.
I searched for Tarte and found her ahead of us. She had made all the
right moves without getting flustered.
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I was surprised by how coolly she’d handled the incident despite this
being her first flight.
Tarte compensated for her lack of natural intelligence with hard
work. She didn’t mind forming countermeasures ahead of time for all
imaginable situations, which made her highly reliable.
However, her ability to adapt was poor. She was not quick-witted
when dealing with the unexpected. It was a weakness of hers.
Despite that, Tarte had dealt splendidly with a sudden difficulty. All
of her hard work had likely built a strong foundation within her. She
had persevered in her training to gain a great many skills, and it had
increased her underlying strength.
She had truly grown. I decided I would rely on her more from now
on.
Tarte and I used wind magic to quickly lift ourselves from our
lowered altitude.
“You handled that well.”
“It was all thanks to your training, my lord!”
That made me happy to hear.
“At this pace, we’ll reach Tuatha Dé in no time. Hang in there.”
“Yes, my lord.”
I figured she’d had enough practice by now. I used wind magic to
accelerate past her, then signaled for her to follow. We were moving
significantly faster than before.
This was a practical assessment for Tarte. Given her current skill, I
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We landed the two hang gliders in the courtyard at the estate.
“Flying through the sky really does feel incredible! I could get
addicted to that,” said Dia.
“I’m a little tired, but it was fun,” Tarte agreed.
“Hang gliders are such an incredible invention. They’re so fast, and
they can soar above enemies… I can think of so many applications for
them. And that’s not to mention radio. Oh, how I wish I could use all
these treasures right in front of my eyes.”
I pretended not to notice Nevan’s grumbling as I stretched to loosen
up my stiff body, then stepped into the estate. I heard footsteps race
toward us.
“Welcome home, my adorable little Lugh! I’ve been waiting for you
to get back. We can’t throw the party without you.”
“Hello, Mom.”
Despite being around forty, she looked so young that she could have
passed for being in her teens.
Mom hugged me, and her eyes went wide when she saw the girls
behind me.
“Oh my, you’ve brought home another wife, Lugh.”
“Dia and Tarte are not my wives, and I don’t have that kind of
relationship with Nevan,” I retorted.
“Really?” Mom asked, tilting her head.
Nevan approached her.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Nevan Romalung. I plan to marry
Lugh and bring him into my household someday. I look forward to
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Nevan gave an elegant bow in the noble style. It was so graceful that
it made me sick.
Dia and Tarte stiffened at her bold declaration.
Mom looked unusually serious.
“Do you mean the Romalungs?” she asked.
“Yes, the Romalungs,” Nevan replied.
My mother avoided going to aristocratic gatherings, but she was a
baron’s wife. House Tuatha Dé and House Romalung had an
inseparable relationship. As such, she recognized the name, as well
as the family’s true nature and its secret role in the kingdom.
“This is a surprise. You have it rough, Lugh. Being this popular can’t
be easy. But I can’t approve of you marrying into her family. You
can’t leave me. I’ll cry if you move away.”
“I have no plans to wed Nevan, let alone move into the Romalung
estate,” I offered, but somehow, it seemed like neither one of them
heard me.
“If you cannot stand to be apart from him, you are welcome to move
in, too, Lady Esri. I promise you will know our best hospitality.”
“Hmm-hmm, that is not an option. I am a Tuatha Dé woman.”
My mother and Nevan both laughed. Something told me I needed to
do something to defuse the tension.
“Anyway, I invited Nevan here as a guest. What was that about a
party, Mom?” I asked.
I decided the best thing to do would be to change the subject. That
wasn’t a permanent solution, but it would give me time to think of
something.
“Ah, I’ve been so excited to tell you. You’re going to be an older
brother, Lugh!”

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“…Are you saying you’re pregnant?”
“Yes! I have a feeling it’s a little sister. My instincts are usually right. I
would like you to give me a name for her, Lugh.”
“O-okay, I’ll think about it.”
“Hmm-hmm, you don’t need to worry about it that much. Whatever
you choose will be fine.”
I was taken aback by this sudden development. I wasn’t sure if I
should be happy or concerned.
“Tarte, Dia, if you two have children, I’ll raise them together with my
daughter. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Lugh’s little sister and his
children grew up like siblings?” my mother said.
“That sounds nice. I’m nervous about raising my firstborn anyway,”
answered Dia.
“U-um, I had a lot of siblings, so I can help!” offered Tarte.
My mom had been joking, but Dia and Tarte were totally on board
with the notion. I watched in disbelief as the idea gradually took
shape.
Also, it was apparent that my mother refused to call Nevan by her
name. She must have really hated the idea of me being married off.
Nevan was puffing up her cheeks with frustration, but I knew that
was an act to garner attention.
“I’m not planning on having any children right now,” I stated.
It was customary in this world for nobles my age to have offspring. I
didn’t want to do anything to decrease my fighting strength until
after the hero problem was resolved, though, and I hoped to enjoy
some more time dating before becoming a parent.
“That’s a shame. Anyway, come on in. I’m sure you all are tired, so I’ll
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all-out feast I’m preparing for tomorrow’s celebration. Lugh, Tarte,
I’d appreciate your assistance with that.” My mother smiled at the
two of us.
I gave her a nod. “That’s fine with me. I’ll take care of the hunting. I
haven’t had Alvanian rabbit in forever.”
“Me too,” Tarte added. “I’ll pitch in with the food.”
There’d been a major surprise waiting for me, but it felt nice to be
home all the same. I was looking forward to a bit of rest and
celebrating my new family member.
It was time to go to the forest and secure some food for the feast.

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 Chapter 1 | The Assassin Tests an
Improved Spell

Not long after returning home, I left to go hunting. I was stalking

deep in the woods to keep from disturbing the hunting ground the
citizens of the domain frequented.
“A little sister… Gaining a new family member doesn’t sound so bad.”
I was shocked at first, but that had since given way to excitement.
It also meant I could not allow myself to die. So long as I was a
Tuatha Dé, my sister would be able to live as a typical noble. Yet if I
died, she would inherit the clan, meaning she would have to become
the blade of the kingdom.
I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted my sibling to live a regular
existence.
That was what I thought about as I hunted.
I was also testing out a remodeled version of my wind probing magic.
“Found one. This new version is useful. I can tell the forest is
especially lush and fertile this year. Dia will be happy to have
Alvanian rabbit.”
I had a fondness for the spell that allowed me to search my
surroundings by merging my consciousness with the wind to broaden
my area of perception. I used it quite often.
This was an improved version of that. Until now, the variant I had
employed expanded outward as a circle with me as the starting
point. As the range grew wider, it became more burdensome to
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It’s easy to understand if you imagine a circle. Assume I enlarged the
area of my search to one meter. The scope of a circle with a radius of
one meter is about three square meters, and the size of one with a
radius of two meters is about twelve square meters. That’s only an
increase of nine square meters.
However, if I were to expand my search area from a circle with a
radius of 100 meters to a circle with a radius of 101 meters, the field
would increase by 631 square meters. This problem limited the
coverage of my search.
Thus, I devised a remodeled version with a new formula.
This new iteration didn’t scan an entire circle at once; it just
extended a long rectangle some dozens of centimeters wide in front
of me. I could only see what was ahead, but if I rotated the rectangle
around myself, I could map out everything in all directions. I
detected everything at a fraction of the cost, and the burden
wouldn’t grow exponentially every time I increased the range.
By nature, it was pretty similar to radar, and was very effective.
There is one big weakness, though.
Because I was rotating a rectangle, I didn’t sense the entire area at
all times as I had before. The time required to turn the scanning zone
a full circle was less than 0.1 seconds, but oversights could still
happen. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem, but it could prove fatal
in a highly mobile or close-combat scenario.
For that reason, I needed to swap which method I selected
depending on the situation. I would use the circular version when 0.1
seconds could prove fatal and the rectangular one at all other times.
All right, time to start hunting.
I produced a crossbow from the Leather Crane Bag I used to store
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power, but too much force would damage the meat. A crossbow
made more sense if the goal was to bring the game back intact.
I removed the bolts loaded into the weapon and replaced them with
new ones. I carried around a crossbow because it was handy in
various situations. They didn’t make any noise, making them superior
to firearms for some assassinations.
I took position and fired. True to my aim, the bolt sped through the
trees and pierced the Alvanian rabbit’s head.
“That’s one.”
Alvanian rabbits rivaled large dogs in size and made for a substantial
meal. I expected everyone to eat a lot, though, so I wanted to get
one more.

I finished hunting and trekked back down the mountain. I’d

successfully bagged two Alvanian rabbits and one boar. I’d also filled
a basket with mushrooms and edible plants.
The Leather Crane Bag is a godsend.
Having to carry all of that without it would have been a pain.
I was going to share the meat with the commoners after I butchered
the animals. We weren’t going to be able to consume such a large
amount by ourselves.
Autumn was fast approaching now, and it was getting time to start
thinking about winter. Undoubtedly, this game would help the
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After I finished cutting up the rabbits and the boar, I handed the
pelts of the former and some meat from the latter to an influential
man in the village and requested that he share with everyone.
Boar was filling, and if cured in salt, it could help with getting
through the winter. Alvanian rabbit pelts went for a high price, so the
man was happy to have them.
He gave me fresh vegetables as a thank-you gift. I decided I would
use them for the feast tomorrow.
I headed to the kitchen upon returning home. We were holding the
feast tomorrow, but preparation needed to be done now.
I needed to rub the meats with spices to disguise their strong scent
and let them sit overnight to sink in. It would make the food taste
even better.
There were a few people in the kitchen already.
“I’m back. I’m not surprised to see you hard at work with my mom,
Tarte, but I didn’t expect Dia to join you,” I remarked.
“Hey, that hurts. I’ve been thinking about learning how to cook, too,”
Dia responded, puffing up her cheeks.
I always took Dia as more of a gourmand than a chef. Her lending a
hand with food was rare. I wasn’t sure exactly how she was actually
assisting, however.
“Ah, welcome back. You’ve done as splendid a job as ever, Lugh. I
don’t know how you always find so much delicious meat in such a
short amount of time,” said Mom.
“The Alvanian rabbit and the boar both look delicious,” Tarte
commented.
“Did you say Alvanian rabbit?! Please make stew and gratin! That’s
been my favorite ever since you served it to me all those years ago!”
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“That’s what I’m planning on doing with the rabbit. I’m going to
make tataki with the boar,” I answered.
I’d searched for Alvanian rabbit in the first place to make Dia her
favorite cream stew and gratin, so that was already my intention. I
intended to prepare tataki with the boar because I wanted to test
out another new spell as I cooked.
“Lugh, what is tataki? I’ve never heard of it,” said Mom.
“That’ll be a surprise for tomorrow. Are you all working on
fermented runamass?” I questioned.
“That’s right. I know how much you and Cian love it,” my mother
answered.
She and Tarte were preparing fish. Tuatha Dé had a large lake, and as
such, its citizens ate a lot of fish-based meals. Runamass, a type of
trout, was a signature taste of our domain.
There had long been restrictions on fishing in Tuatha Dé to protect
the blessings of nature, and it was banned outright during the
breeding season. Thus, the people developed a method of preserving
fish to eat during that period.
Initially, the intention was only preservation, but once the Tuatha Dé
domain became wealthy around the time of my grandfather’s
generation, some began to think of using this method to create
delicious foods.
Dried runamass dishes made in Tuatha Dé took an extremely long
time to prepare using reasonable methods and had quite a distinct
taste. They were so good that I was confident they would sell even in
the commercial city of Milteu.
Mom and Tarte were making fermented runamass. It was a regional
dish in Tuatha Dé produced by fermenting the fish in rice bran made
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Fermented runamass was excellent steamed, and it was custom to
eat it that way on special occasions.
One might find the idea of fermenting fish in rice bran odd, but in my
previous world, it wasn’t all that rare for people to do so. In
principle, it didn’t differ much from salted rice malt.
“Wow, this is really nice runamass. It’s large and weighty,” I
observed.
This was an exceptional specimen. You didn’t see one this good very
often.
“Hans gave it to us as a celebratory gift. With runamass like this, you
just have to salt it overnight and steam it!” replied my mother.
“I’m sure it’ll be amazing. Although…people from other domains
tend not to like it when cooked that way. Shouldn’t we fry it since
Nevan and Dia are here?” I asked.
In my opinion, salting and steaming only made the runamass more
delectable. Unfortunately, fermented dishes were always
accompanied by a peculiar scent that many couldn’t abide. There
were even some in the Tuatha Dé domain who couldn’t handle it.
Masking that odor was impossible, unfortunately.
Dia and Nevan had never even heard of rice bran, so I estimated an
80 to 90 percent chance they would react negatively. Considering
that, it seemed best to fry the runamass with plenty of spices.
Admittedly, that did feel like a waste, though.
“Hmm-hmm-hmm, that won’t do. I am set on steaming it. You
cannot become a Tuatha Dé woman if you don’t familiarize yourself
with this taste! I’m making you and your father’s favorite dish, and
you can’t convince me otherwise!” she proclaimed, jabbing a finger
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She had a point, but I thought it would be best to ease Dia and Nevan
into this dish.
That gave me an idea.
“Mom, can you leave the steamed fish to me?”
“…You’re definitely plotting something.”
“Not at all. I just learned a delicious way of steaming seafood while in
Milteu, and I want you to try it. It makes the fish moist without losing
any of the flavor. It was so good it made me question all the steamed
meals I’d ever eaten in my life. I think fermented runamass would be
amazing prepared that way.”
“Urgh, I can’t help but be interested by that. Fine. But promise me
this—you will make steamed fish.”
“Yeah, no problem,” I agreed with a grin.
Saying that I learned this method in Milteu was a lie. It was actually a
skill I’d picked up in my previous life. It was the best method for
steaming food that I knew. I was sure it would make my mother
happy and enable Dia and Nevan to enjoy the runamass as well.
I’d originally learned how to cook to disguise myself as a chef and get
near my assassination targets. It was a strange feeling knowing that
ability would now bring joy to my mom, girlfriend, and friends.
In my first life, I lived as a tool. But I could say with pride that it
hadn’t been a waste. The great variety of techniques I gained back
then enabled me to put smiles on the faces of my loved ones.

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 Chapter 2 | The Assassin Makes a
Delicious Meal

I was in the kitchen the following evening, preparing a feast to

celebrate the growth of our family.
“Lord Lugh, please taste the stew.”
“Add a little more salt.”
“Yes, my lord.”
I left the finishing touches on the stew and the salad to Tarte, freeing
myself to work on the boar and the runamass.
I pickled the boar in fruit juice containing spices to counteract the
smell and enzymes to tenderize the meat. Since noon, I’d been
engrossed in a special sort of cooking.
I was using the tenderloin of the boar because it was low in fat, and I
had thoroughly removed the muscle.
Given that I was feeding a pregnant woman, I paid particular
attention to sanitation. I cleansed the meat thoroughly, performed
high-pressure sterilization using wind magic, and froze it to kill
parasites using fire magic. Fire magic manipulated quantities of heat,
which meant it could also be used to freeze.
I had announced yesterday that I was making tataki, but I wasn’t
going to serve them raw meat.
I was trying out a new cooking utensil. Tarte peered over with great
interest.
“That’s a strange pot.”
“This is called a slow cooker. It’s really convenient.”

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The tool had been a cutting-edge cooking implement in my previous
life. It was scientifically proved that sixty degrees Celsius was the
ideal temperature to cook meat to increase its flavor and prevent it
from becoming tough.
The only problem was that it demanded an incredible amount of
time and patience. I needed to heat the boar meat for five hours.
You also have to watch the pot for the entire five hours… But I have
a trick to get around that.
The slow cooker had a certain something built into it, which I’d
created using technology gleaned from analyzing my divine treasure.
I’d engraved a formula into the pot and inserted Fahr Stones into it
so the spell would cast repeatedly.
This cooking session was a test of endurance for magic tools to see if
they could repeatedly invoke magic over a lengthy period.
I pulled the vacuum-packed boar meat out of the water in the slow
cooker. I had poured liquid seasoning and spices into the vacuum
seal along with the meat. Five hours in that bag had caused the
flavors to permeate the boar.
“Looks perfect. I’ve learned that extended use over a long period has
no negative effect on the precision of a magic tool. Time to finish
up.”
I grabbed a small charcoal grill I’d once made for fun. The coals were
lit, and the grate was heated.
I placed the boar onto the grill. I’d cut the meat into the shape of a
cylinder earlier, which allowed me to roll it to sear the entire surface.
The meat had already been sufficiently cooked, but I did this for the
extra aroma.
Once I finished with that, I cut the boar into thick slices. It had that
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temperature, plus it had been pickled in fruit enzymes overnight. It
would be easy to chew, even in thick slices.
“Wow, what a nice light-pink color. It looks delicious,” said Tarte.
“It’s great. Here, have a slice,” I offered.
Excluding the grilled skin, the boar meat slices were entirely the rose
color of the juiciest and most tender roast beef. That was what you
could achieve with a slow cooker.
“I can’t believe how soft and delicate it is. Boar tataki is amazing.”
“Yup. The amount of time required prohibits me from making it
often, but the taste is worth the effort. Can you finish things up here
for me?”
“Yes, my lord!”
Tarte placed the cut slices on a salad and applied a special ponzu
sauce as the finishing touch. Ponzu was light and went well with
tataki.
It was finally time to get started on the day’s main course.
“Yep, newcomers are not gonna take well to this scent.”
I pulled the runamass out of the rice bran. Unsurprisingly, it stank in
that fermented way. You got used to the smell eventually, but it
would be rough on anyone eating it for the first time.
I washed the runamass thoroughly to remove the rice bran, cut it
open to plaster it with salt, wrapped it in parchment paper that I had
moistened together with herbs, and put it in the steam cooker.
Tarte watched me with evident confusion. “Why did you wrap it in
paper before steaming?”
“Wrapping the fish in paper keeps it moist and prevents the fish
extract from escaping, and it’s a good way to transmit an herbal
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evenly. There are a great number of advantages to this method,” I
explained.
“That sounds like it will get rid of the smell of the rice bran.”
“There’s still more to do on that front.”
Steaming fish wrapped in paper was a Japanese cooking technique
called hosho-yaki. This was only the beginning, however. I was
making this steamed fish in the Chinese style.
I purposefully removed the runamass from the cooker before it was
finished, then moved it onto a different plate. I sprinkled plenty of
green onion shreds on top and poured a heated balm on top of that.
A fragrant odor wafted from the loudly crackling charred green
onions. That scent mixed with the balm I’d created and the smell of
the fermented runamass, removing the rice bran stink entirely.
I’d made the steamed fish a little sweet because I planned to cook it
with oil as the last step.
This was a Chinese method known as qīng zhēng, and it was one of
the most delicious ways to prepare fish.
Lastly, I added sauce and sprinkled coriander on top.
“The charred onion smell is making my mouth water!” exclaimed
Tarte.
“The taste is just as good as the smell. The oil made the skin crispy
and the exterior soft and flaky, but the middle is moist,” I stated.
“Wow, I can’t wait to try it. Can I taste it now?”
“No. I want to preserve the visual of the full steaming fish.”
“Aw, man.”
The fish gave off an appetizing scent and featured the best points of
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With that, my feast was now complete.
I’d promised Dia that I would make gratin, but that would definitely
make for too much food. I decided I would use the leftovers from the
stew to make gratin the next day.

It was finally time to eat. Mom, Dad, Tarte, Dia, and Nevan were all
at the table.
Still standing, Tarte inquired, “Um, is it really okay for me to sit at the
table?”
“This is a special occasion. We’re celebrating! You’re already an
official mistress, so no one will complain if you receive special
treatment. Actually, I would like for you to sit with us from now on,”
my mother replied.
Tarte sat down and shrank in her chair. She was used to standing
behind me as my retainer.
“Um, when did I get officially recognized?” she asked timidly.
My mother chuckled. “Oh, Tarte, I know what you’ve been up to. I’m
floored you thought you could keep such bold behavior from me.”
Tarte flushed. She was easy to tease for someone so shy.
“Mom, please save the teasing for later. The food is going to get
cold,” I said.
“You’re right. Let’s dig in!”
We all raised a toast with local Tuatha Dé alcohol.
“““Congratulations on the pregnancy!”””
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“Lugh, you lied! There’s no gratin!” Dia fumed.
“I thought it would be one too many dishes. I’ll make gratin
tomorrow,” I assured her.
As I’d expected, Dia was puffing out her cheeks in anger. When she
tried the boar tataki, however, her mood instantly improved.
“This is amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever had meat so soft and sweet.”
After watching Dia’s reaction, Nevan also reached for a slice of
tataki.
“I’ll have some, too. Oh my, that is delicious. This is even more
tender than the beef in the capital. Is this really wild boar?” she
questioned.
The beef in the capital she was referring to was a luxury food made
from cows that were raised specifically for consumption. Most beef
came from cows that could no longer work, resulting in tough and
smelly meat. Those in the capital, however, lived easy lives so that
they wouldn’t build extra muscle, and they were only given food that
would make them taste better.
“It all depends on the cooking technique. Even wild boar can be
delicious if you put enough time and effort into it,” I explained.
If you chose an appropriate part of the boar and spent a great deal of
effort preparing it, you could make it even better than beef… It
wouldn’t stand a chance if you spent an equal amount of effort on
quality beef, though.
I wanted to find a way to get my hands on a cow from the capital.
Maha would probably be able to arrange it for me, but I didn’t want
to increase her workload for an unnecessary indulgence.
“Is it out of line for me to ask what that ‘time and effort’ entails,
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“I don’t mind sharing a cooking method, and you don’t have to keep
silent about it, either. I’ll write the recipe down for you later,” I told
her.
I couldn’t let her see my slow cooker because it made use of a
technique I’d learned from analyzing a divine treasure, and I didn’t
want that information to spread, but telling her about the method of
low-temperature preparation didn’t seem problematic. Given the
wealth of House Romalung, they could probably hire chefs to work
on low-temperature cooking full-time.
“I’m sad there’s no gratin, but your stew is as good as ever,” Dia
praised.
“Lugh’s soup is already a specialty of the Tuatha Dé domain, and
people even travel from other parts of the country to eat it,” Mom
said with evident pride.
The wild boar tataki and the cream stew were both well-received.
The next dish, the steamed fermented runamass, was what I was
nervous about.
My mother narrowed her eyes. “Hmm-hmm-hmm, I see you’ve yet
to touch the fish, Nevan. Any girl unfamiliar with this taste is unfit to
marry a Tuatha Dé.”
I didn’t like the smile on her face. Mom had been wary of Nevan ever
since the girl declared yesterday that she would have me marry into
her family.
“I would be glad to have some,” Nevan responded.
“Wait, that applies to me, too! I can’t fathom why anyone would
ferment fish in rice bran,” said Dia, panicking. She looked way more
frightened than Nevan, despite already possessing Mom’s approval.
“You said it would stink, but this actually smells quite pleasant. The
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Dia gave a surprised look. “This is the fish that was supposed to
stink? I thought for sure that hadn’t been put on the table yet.”
“Huh? Now that you mention it, something does smell really nice…
Lugh, did you make normal runamass instead of fermenting it? How
could you!” accused my mother.
“I promise it’s fermented runamass. Try it, and that much will
become clear,” I assured her.
Fermented fish was known for its awful odor but had a richer taste
than raw fish, so she would understand once she tried some. No
amount of cooking magic could make a raw dish taste like this.
Nevan, Dia, and my mother grabbed slices and sampled my
handiwork.
“It’s delectable! This is without a doubt the best steamed fish in the
world,” declared Nevan.
“Yeah, it’s amazing. I’ve never had fish that smelled this good. It’s
delicious, too,” agreed Dia.
My mother was nodding. “This is unmistakably fermented runamass.
It’s delicious. This completely spoils my test, but I’m touched that
you made such a wonderful meal for me, Lugh. I can feel that the
baby in my belly is happy as well.”
After hearing their opinions, I decided to taste it myself. Just as I’d
wanted, the skin was crispy, the exterior was soft, and the inside was
moist. The flavoring was perfect, too. I doubted one could find
steamed fish this good even in the capital.
Tarte also gave it high praise after eating some a moment later.
However, one person at the table was looking unsatisfied.
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“It is certainly good, but…I like the smell of rice bran, so it doesn’t
feel quite right to me.”
That was unexpected. Cooking was a complicated art. I thought the
smell of rice bran was a detriment, but apparently, there were some
people who liked it.
I was hoping to impress my dad just as much as I was my mom… I’d
have to learn from this failure and get it right next time.

For dessert, I served a fruit tart. I’d used an abundance of produce

that was in season.
“Whew, that was delicious. You’re the best cook in the world, Lugh!”
exclaimed my mother.
“Surely that’s an exaggeration. You’re overly biased as his mother,
Esri,” my father argued.
“I disagree, Father. As someone who has eaten gourmet food from
all over the world, I assure you he is the best there is. There is more
to Sir Lugh than just strength. My lust for him grows ever stronger,”
said Nevan.
A chill ran down my spine.
My father gave me a strained smile and a look of encouragement.
“You’re too skilled, Lugh. That is my single greatest worry… The more
capable you are, the less likely the country is to ever leave you alone.
You should at least take some time to rest while you’re at the
estate,” he urged.
“That’s not an option. I need to use this free time to prepare. As I am
now, it’s only a matter of time before I fail and die.”

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That was why I had turned today’s cooking into a test of endurance
for magic tools and the hunting session into a trial for my new
probing spell.
“Um, Lord Lugh. We have already killed three demons. I think the last
five will be easy for us,” Tarte stated.
“You’re wrong about that. It will only get tougher from here,” I
asserted.
That wasn’t fear talking—I firmly believed that.
“Oh dear. Do you mind sharing why you believe that?” Nevan
pressed. I had a feeling she already had an answer in mind and was
checking to see if my thinking matched hers.
“Demons are intelligent. They’ve been acting individually so far only
because they are competing with one another. That rivalry has also
made them act hastily in their assaults. But now, three demons—the
orc, the beetle, and the lion—have died in succession. Assuming
they’re not complete morons, the demons have to be devising a plan
to deal with us,” I explained.
If this was just a game and the demons were the pieces, they would
likely continue attacking without much consideration. They weren’t
that stupid, however. Their methods hadn’t worked, so they were
bound to change their strategy.
“What do you think they’ll do, Lugh?” asked Dia.
“Having two demons attack us at once would be the simplest
solution. Do you think we could have won the last battle if there had
been a pair of them?” I asked.
Dia frowned. “…I’m afraid we wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
“That’s right. Right now, we can defeat a demon acting alone if we
have time for thorough preparation, and even then, it’s still a close
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multiple demons attacking. That’s why I devised the version of
Gungnir that sends enemies flying.”
That was an ability I had initially prepared to separate multiple
enemies.
“They are already capable of creating situations I can’t handle.
Sending a horde of monsters to attack Tuatha Dé, for example. If a
demon tried that, I wouldn’t be able to abandon my home to track it
down. By the time we finished cleaning up the monsters, the demon
would have already completed its goal and made its escape. Simpler
yet, they could attack a location too far away for us to reach in time.”
I could travel at very high speeds with my hang glider. However, we
would need to be informed of a demon’s appearance first, and the
messenger would not move as swiftly as we could. Mina had
previously given me information on demons, but there was no
guarantee she’d do so again.
“Sounds like a lot could go wrong,” said Dia.
“That’s why I can’t get careless. I need to stay focused,” I replied.
I was always striving to become stronger and improve my
information network. Presently, I was building a high-speed
communication system that shared a base with the Natural You
information network I’d constructed with Maha’s help.
Until now, I’d been relying on carrier pigeons, which were considered
to be the fastest method in this world. I was now capable of
something that far surpassed birds in both speed and reliability.
Real-time transmission would be enormously powerful in this world,
where the primary form of long-distance conversation was letter
transport. That didn’t just go for opposing demons; it would serve
me well in my future business endeavors, too.
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“I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you to grow stronger, too,
Tarte,” I said.
“I will go through any training for you, no matter how hard!” she
responded excitedly.
“I’m gonna work hard as well. I’ll keep at my magic development,”
added Dia.
“Well then, I will contribute with my funds and influence,” Nevan
remarked.
I smiled. They would make many things possible that I couldn’t do
alone.
Now that I thought about it, it was nearly time for something I had
been anticipating. I needed to prepare.

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 Chapter 3 | The Assassin’s Secret
Experiment

I had a relaxing and restful morning.

After taking a shower, I retrieved a basket from the kitchen. I was
going out this morning, so I prepared lunch for myself in advance.
When I went outside, I found everyone waiting in comfortable
clothes.
“I can’t wait for the picnic,” said Tarte.
Dia nodded in agreement. “And we’ll be flying.”
“I’m interested to see the other thing you said you had planned,”
Nevan stated.
There were two goals today.
The first was to fulfill the promise I had made when we returned to
Tuatha Dé, which was to teach Dia and Nevan how to pilot a hang
glider. There was a small hill on the mountain behind the estate that
they would be able to glide comfortably from.
My second goal was to perform a certain experiment. This wasn’t a
small-scale test like trying out a remodeled spell or testing the
endurance of magic tools—it was a test of something that might
change the world forever.
“We don’t have much time, so let’s go. There’s a good wind
blowing,” I urged.
The direction and strength of the wind today were perfect for flying.
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I produced two hang gliders with magic and explained how to pilot
them.
“All right, get flying.”
“Huh?! Do you really expect us to use them right after that
explanation?!” Dia asked incredulously.
“He wants us to learn by practice rather than study. It sounds simple
enough to me,” said Nevan.
“I’ll give you directions from the ground, so don’t worry,” I stated.
It would be rough, but this was the fastest way for the pair to figure
it out.
I was only able to use this method because Dia and Nevan were my
students. A normal person likely would have crashed and seriously
injured themselves or even died. But Dia and Nevan could strengthen
themselves with mana if they encountered any difficulty, and even if
they did get hurt, I would be able to heal them.
That was why I could get away with being so hard on them.
“Make sure you put on your radio communication devices.”
“S-sure thing. They’re our safety net, I suppose,” responded Dia.
“…I really do wish I could take this technology home and spread it
throughout the world,” lamented Nevan with a sigh.
They both put on the earpieces. Wearing those would allow me to
advise them from the ground.
“Oh yeah, I remember you said these are only effective within one
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“That only applies if you want to maintain portability and two-way
communication. I’m making this mountain the site of my experiment
for a prototype I’m testing out.”
I produced an object from the ground. It was a large steel magic tool
shaped like a rectangle as tall as I was.
“At this size, the device is able to amplify the audio signal. It can
reach over two kilometers, twenty times farther than the portable
version,” I explained.
Because all it could do was bolster the frequency it transmitted, once
Dia and Nevan flew beyond one hundred meters, it would no longer
be able to receive transmissions from their devices. We would have
two-way communication within one hundred meters, but it would be
one-sided beyond that.
Being able to advise them was still handy, though.
“It can reach that far?! This would make anyone unbeatable in war. It
would enable instantaneous transmission of information to an entire
army at once. This is more valuable than ten thousand soldiers!”
Nevan said, amazed.
Even an army of that size would be able to act with perfect unity
with this. Such a development would bolster the fighting strength of
any force by a dozen times over, perhaps even more.
“As I’ve told you, I didn’t make these for war. If the nobles of this
country obtained this technology, it would take them two seconds
before they put it to use invading other nations,” I said.
There were many aristocrats of great ambition in the Alvanian
Kingdom. It was inevitable that such hot-blooded people would
launch campaigns against other territories were they to acquire
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Nevan pulled a face. “What is the problem with that? It would lead
to greater prosperity for this kingdom.”
“That’s not my style. I would rather bring prosperity to the country
by improving what we have than by stealing from others.”
I wasn’t a pacifist, but I didn’t want to cause unnecessary misery and
bloodshed. I was personally content with the Tuatha Dé domain
alone, and I was not going to get roped into mass killing just to
satisfy another’s greed.
“Your lack of ambition may be your one weakness, Sir Lugh,” Nevan
commented.
“I don’t see that as a failing. Anyway, forget that. Get flying before
the wind stops blowing,” I instructed.
“S-sure. Help me if I need it, okay?” Dia requested.
Looking much more confident, Nevan said, “Here I go.”
The pair took off from the top of the hill. They rode the wind and
glided far into the distance. They were both flying safely and with
solid fundamentals.
“Dia and Nevan are fast learners. I knew it would be okay not to go
with them,” I remarked.
“They really are. They got the hang of it much quicker than I did,”
agreed Tarte.
They were even swift to correct whenever a crosswind hit. Their
understanding of the structure of the hang gliders was what allowed
them to fly so well.
However, they both steadily dropped in altitude because they
couldn’t use wind magic. There weren’t many updrafts to regain
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Eventually, both Dia and Nevan landed. They strengthened their
bodies with mana and began to run back this way.
Actually, Dia clearly had something else in mind. I didn’t like the face
she was making.
I have a bad feeling about this.
“What’s she doing now…?”
My girlfriend ran full speed and then jumped as high as she could.
From that elevation, she was sure to fall right back down.
She started an incantation midair.
Under typical circumstances, intoning magic took all of your mana
and resources and made it so that you would be unable to maintain
physical strengthening, but the use of Quick Chant, which was
derived from Multi-Chant, enabled her to do both at once.
Dia could not use wind magic, so I had no idea what she was plotting.
“Whoa!”
A massive explosion erupted behind Dia. She rode the blast to lift the
hang glider’s elevation and accelerate.
She set off the detonation a good distance behind her so that it
wouldn’t damage the hang glider. What’s more, she was using Multi-
Chant to begin another spell concurrently with the explosive magic.
The second bit of magic activated.
“…She’s absolutely crazy.”
Flames were shooting out of the soles of her feet.
Technically, it wasn’t fire. Dia gathered air, pressurized it, and
combusted it to spew hot and pressurized gas for thrust. Her method
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She managed greater speed than even Tarte and I could, and we
could manipulate the wind.
I was astonished that Dia had come up with such a spell despite
never hearing of a jet engine.
“Lady Dia is amazing. She’s going so fast,” Tarte said in wonder.
“Don’t get any ideas about imitating her. That has a high degree of
difficulty and must be very unruly. Losing control even a little bit
would cause the flames to burn up the hang glider, and then you’d
be in free fall. The mana consumption must be terrible, too. Anyone
other than Dia or me would run out of power immediately.”
Because Dia couldn’t use wind magic, she had to employ a non-
elemental spell to gather the wind around her and compress it. This
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There were many flaws, but putting those aside, it was a very good
spell. If I replicated it, my ability to alter air with magic would
eliminate the need to gather and compress it.
After spending some time enjoying flying, Dia descended and landed
next to us.
“Ha-ha-haaaa. What’d you think of that? I can fly fast even without
wind magic!”
“You surprised me. I may have to make a special hang glider for you.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”
“Don’t even think about trying to fly to the capital alone.”
“Th-that would be pretty difficult.”
It was terribly inefficient magic. It wouldn’t last long enough.
Nevan returned shortly afterward, carrying her hang glider.
“Haah…haah… I’m finally back. Flying feels terrific, but the return trip
is torture. It’s so heavy,” she said, panting. The ever-elegant Nevan
was drenched in sweat. “Dia, I have a request,” she began.
“What is it?” Dia responded.
“Can you create a propulsion spell with light magic?”
“Sorry, I can’t imagine how I would do that.”
Light propulsion was often seen in science fiction, but I had never
heard of it being realized. Technically, a specialized agency had
announced a completed theory that proved it was possible. I didn’t
feel like even I would have a chance of recreating it with magic,
though.
“That’s unfortunate…”

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Magic was helpful, but it wasn’t almighty. There were things that it
wasn’t capable of.

After enjoying our fill of gliding, we sat down to eat lunch. It wasn’t
quite time for what I was waiting for.
“I’m thrilled that we are getting to taste your cooking again, Sir
Lugh,” said Nevan.
“I wish you would cook every day,” added Dia.
Tarte looked down. “Um, that would make me kind of sad. I would
feel inadequate as his retainer.”
I unveiled the sandwiches in the basket. I’d prepared standard egg
sandwiches, pork steak burgers with wild boar meat, and a special
surprise for today.
“Lugh, you lied again. Yesterday, you said you would make gratin.
Urgh, I want to eat gratin so badly…,” Dia moaned, looking at me
with obvious ire.
“Well, I don’t think gratin would work on a picnic… It wouldn’t be
very good after it got cold,” Tarte asserted.
“What is gratin?” asked Nevan.
Dia proudly took charge of answering.
“It’s delicious. First, you simmer macaroni in the cream stew we ate
yesterday, then you add cheese and bake it in the oven. It has a very
rich and satisfying taste. It’s my favorite food.”
“That does sound tasty.”
“And yet, a certain someone refuses to make it.”
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“Have a little faith in me, Dia. I did make some. Try the sandwiches
first.”
I hadn’t lied. I was Dia’s boyfriend, and I wanted to make her happy.
That said, gratin was still ill-suited to an outdoor meal.
That was why I made gratin that would taste good even after it got
cold.
“All I see are sandwiches,” Dia protested.
“Let’s start eating!” exclaimed Tarte.
“Yes, let’s,” agreed Nevan.
I smiled and poured soup out of a flask.
Nevan took a bite. “Wow, this egg sandwich has a rich taste. It’s a
little sour. I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
All I did was crush soft-boiled eggs and mix them with homemade
mayonnaise, but mayonnaise didn’t exist in this world. That made for
a novel flavor that would garner positive reception anywhere.
“The seasoning on the pork steak is salty and sweet. It’s fantastic,”
observed Tarte.
I’d cooked the steak in the teriyaki style, which meant marinating it
in soy sauce and broiling it. Teriyaki was good even when it was cold.
Last but not least, it was finally time for today’s surprise item.
“Hey, it’s gratin! You really made gratin! It’s soooo good.” Dia
squealed like a child.
The special surprise was gratin croquette sandwiches. I’d added
meat and macaroni to cream stew, then used that as the main
ingredient to make deep-fried croquettes. The croquettes were
covered with thick tomato sauce that I’d boiled as long as possible
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The result was a strong flavor that could be enjoyed even when the
sandwich had cooled.
“Gratin is very delicious indeed,” praised Nevan.
Dia puffed up her chest. “It’s not my favorite food for nothing.”
“I like it, too,” Tarte concurred.
Carb-heavy pasta and carb-heavy white sauce coated in carb-heavy
batter and deep-fried, and then sandwiched in carb-heavy bread. I
felt like you might find a picture of this meal in the dictionary next to
carbohydrate.
Despite all that, it was truly delicious. It didn’t make sense. In my
previous world, you could even find gratin croquette burgers at a
particular massively popular hamburger restaurant.
“Whew, that was delicious. You really are the best boyfriend in the
world, Lugh.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
I stroked Dia after she hugged me. Seeing her this happy made the
effort I’d put into the meal worthwhile.
“Oh yeah, you said you were conducting another important
experiment not related to hang gliding, right?” she questioned.
“Yeah, it’s about time I get to it, too,” I responded after checking my
pocket watch to confirm that it was nearing the appointed time.
An experiment that could change this world forever was about to
begin. This technology would allow me to be notified the moment a
demon was found.
The giant rectangular communication device I had used to talk with
Dia and Nevan began to vibrate.
“Can you hear me, dear brother? This is your little sister calling
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Maha’s voice arrived in real time from about four hundred
kilometers away.
“I can hear you. The experiment was a success.”
“Hee-hee, I’m so glad. Now I’ll be able to hear your voice
anytime.”
The experiment was a success.
I had set out to make a telephone. This project actually began two
years ago, and I’d finished the prototype back then as well. However,
establishing a proper telecommunications network required time,
money, and labor. Even making full use of Natural You’s influence
and funds, it took this long to complete.
The girls were shocked. Transmitting a signal over a distance of two
kilometers was hard enough for them to believe. They could never
have imagined four hundred kilometers.
This tool could only send a signal two kilometers earlier in the day,
but now we could hear Maha’s voice from four hundred kilometers
away. It was time to explain to them how I had pulled this off.

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 Chapter 4 | The Assassin’s
Telecommunications Network

Maha continued to speak through the large device I’d created.

“I’m so moved. After two years, our work is finally complete.
This sounded like nothing more than a fantasy when you first told
me about it.”
“I’m sure it did. But now all the principal sites are connected, and the
telecommunications network is complete,” I said.
“This will make Natural You unbeatable. I’ll use this to give you
more support than ever, dear brother.”
Building this had taken a considerable portion of time and effort.
We’d faced many obstacles along the way and patiently solved them
one by one.
As part of the experiment, Maha gave me a business update and
read the results of an investigation I’d requested. There were zero
problems with the sound quality.
If I had to look for a slight issue, there was a tiny bit of lag because of
the distance of the transmission.
“Am I imagining things, or am I hearing the voice of a girl I don’t
know behind you? I also get the feeling that she’s lovely and
harbors special feelings for you… Hee-hee, the idea that you went
and got yourself a new girlfriend while I was working myself near
to death for you is so funny I might cry.”
Maha and I concluded with a personal conversation before ending
the call.
That was terrifying. What really scared me was that Maha didn’t
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even listening to my excuses. I would have to go meet her in person
soon. I asked the unreasonable of her every single day. I needed to
make sure I looked after her.
Nevan hounded me for answers as soon as my conversation with
Maha was over.
“Did that really come from Milteu?! That’s just under four hundred
kilometers from here. Are you playing a prank on us? There isn’t a
girl hiding in that box, is there?”
“I would never waste my time doing something so frivolous. Her
voice actually traveled here from that distance.”
Nevan was speechless. Such range would enable much more than
ordering an army on a battlefield; this could be used to connect
people throughout the entire country. There was no way she didn’t
see the possibilities.
Information had degrees of freshness.
Take business as an example. If you knew the market prices
throughout a city at all times, you would be able to rake in enormous
wealth just by moving goods from one spot to the next. However,
because information needed time to travel, people couldn’t do that.
By the time you procured some items, the market price may have
already changed, or you might wind up in competition with others
who had the same idea.
However, if you possessed a telecommunications network, you
would be able to send and receive information instantaneously. That
meant you would be able to deliver goods prior to changes in the
market price and before rival companies had a chance to act. Even a
monkey would be able to turn a profit.
The advantages spread beyond the business world. In every field,
from politics to military affairs and more, instant data would allow
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The ability to move a few days faster than the opposition would
always give you a leg up.
The people of this world were not connected. News took longer to
reach those who were farther from the source. We were going to be
the only ones genuinely in touch with the world, granting us
unparalleled coordination.
It was an advantage beyond what anyone in this world could
conceive of. This invention would change the world.
“…If used to its full potential, this would enable world domination,”
said Nevan.
“If that was our goal, yes. But as I explained earlier, I have no desire
to do anything like that. I developed this only as a tool to strengthen
my information network,” I responded.
Outside of employing it for Natural You, I had no intention to use it
as anything other than a relay device.
“Um, Lord Lugh. How are you able to communicate over that far a
distance? Two kilometers was the limit for that big box… Do you
have something even bigger somewhere around here?!” asked Tarte
incredulously.
“Ah, I’m curious about that, too,” Dia admitted.
Tarte and Dia recovered from the shock much more quickly than
Nevan. They didn’t understand the value of this invention as she did.
Tarte’s question must have been on all of their minds.
“I was using a wireless version before, but this one is wired. The
signal travels through cables that connect the devices. That’s why
they can transmit so much farther than the wireless version,” I
explained.
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“That’s because it’s underground,” I answered.
That was the biggest reason this had taken two long years to
complete.
“Aren’t you worried about the wires, my lord? If one got cut
somewhere, the devices wouldn’t work,” Tarte pointed out.
“You’re right about that. That’s why I made cables that wouldn’t
break. This is what they are made out of.”
“It’s thicker than my legs,” Tarte observed, astounded.
“The part that’s actually transmitting the signal is thin, but it’s
protected by ample material. I’ll show you how sturdy this is. Try as
hard as you can to cut it. You can even strengthen yourself with
mana.”
“O-okay, I’ll give it a shot!”
I held out the wire with both hands, and Tarte drew her knife and
slashed it. Her boosted strength made the impact powerful. Her knife
was a magic blade crafted from a special alloy I’d fashioned. The
blow would have cut through iron, yet the cable rebuked her attack.
Tarte’s eyes were wide with clear surprise. “No way. It didn’t break.”
“That’s how strong it is. This wire can handle Tarte’s hits. It’s also soft
enough to bend so that it won’t snap. And not only that, the cables
are buried at least five meters underground. They’re tough to cut,
and I’ve devised a way for the devices to function even if one is
severed,” I elaborated.
“What do you mean by that?” Dia pressed.
“Two different routes connect the important sites. If one is
disrupted, the signal will travel along the other.”
I’d designated Milteu and Tuatha Dé as core sites, so they were
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Dia arched an eyebrow. “Wait, ‘important sites’ suggests that there
are other less critical ones.”
“Of course. There are twenty sites in total set up with a
communication device. There is already one stationed in each of the
kingdom’s major cities,” I said.
“Does that mean a voice can travel from one of the devices to any of
the other nineteen?” asked Dia.
“That’s right.”
Anything less and it wouldn’t have been a network.
The maximum distance the wired devices could transmit a signal was
eighty kilometers, meaning no sites could be farther than that from
another. Once a transmission reached one device, it could amplify
the signal and send it on to the next one, enabling communication
over a distance of hundreds of kilometers.
The reason I’d prepared two routes was not just in case a wire was
broken, but also in anticipation of a site’s destruction.
“The scale of this is unreal. I can see why it took two whole years,”
said Dia.
“That was part of it, but having to build it in secret made it take
much longer than it would have otherwise. I couldn’t just hire
anybody for this. I needed mages who could wield earth magic, a
significant number of them. I used forty percent of Natural You’s
total assets to build this telecommunications network,” I explained.
“U-um, forty percent of Natural You’s assets could buy you a small
castle, right?” asked Tarte.
“More than that. The price was significantly more than you’re
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It wasn’t easy finding mages who would agree to such dirty work and
be tight-lipped about it, and the ones I did locate had charged an
exorbitant sum.
I’d made the telephone lines and the equipment myself, but most of
the money still went to labor costs and bribing people in power to
turn a blind eye.
“Whoa, that’s an absurd amount of funds,” said Dia.
“It sure was. I’m not concerned, though. Now that the
telecommunications network is complete, I can make that back in
two months.”
That wasn’t wishful thinking. It was the minimum amount I expected
to make in that time. By my estimations, I would actually pull in even
more than that.
That was the kind of profit I could reap by dominating my
competition in an information war.
“Two months? You’re being overly modest. One week should be
enough. I’m surprised you decided to share this with me. House
Romalung would be willing to destroy a city or two for something like
this. Actually, make that an entire country,” stated Nevan.
“I know you won’t take it from me by force. You believe that my
value is even higher. Don’t you want to see even greater marvels?”
“Hee-hee, you’re like a chicken that lays golden eggs… Very well, I
will keep this strictly to myself. Truly, you never cease to amaze.”
Nevan smiled. She then began to grumble to herself about how
effectively she would use this telecommunications network.
“There’s one other thing I’m wondering about. You used a wireless
connection to advise us while we were flying earlier. Could this
machine take a wired transmission delivered from another site and
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“Very sharp. That’s exactly right. The reverse is possible as well. You
can only transmit one hundred meters with a mobile device, but that
information can be picked up by one of the wired ones and delivered
to a different site,” I answered.
I was impressed that Dia had deduced that on her own. I’d created
both stationary and mobile communication tools specifically for that
purpose.
The large wired apparatuses could transmit to all mobile ones in the
surrounding region. That meant you could receive transmissions
even if you weren’t at one of the hubs, and you could also send
information to one of those sites from a distance.
This was the same way cell phones worked in my old world.
Communication machines were set up in every city to send data to
cell phones, and the machines were connected to other devices by
wires.
The convenience of that system was one of the reasons I’d set it up
this way, but more importantly, this enabled me to get away with
not telling my intelligence agents the exact location of the large
stationary devices.
I’d given my agents mobile phones, but I concealed the existence of
the base units. I’d also informed them that the phones were
excavated divine treasures rather than my own inventions. All they
were aware of was that using their phones at specific locations let
them transmit information across the country.
It wouldn’t especially matter if any of them betrayed me, because I
didn’t mind if they told anyone the phones were divine treasures,
nor did I care if they were stolen.
I only chose people I could trust to be my intelligence agents, but
there was nothing wrong with being careful.
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“That’s why I want you to keep these communication devices with
you at all times. They’ll allow you to contact me from most cities.
Also, even if I’m not at any of the sites when you contact me, I can
listen to a day’s worth of transmissions afterward,” I explained.
“Yes, my lord. I’ll take care of it,” Tarte responded.
“Wow, I’ll make sure not to lose it,” added Dia.
“I will never let go of it,” promised Nevan.
The three gripped their mobile communication tools.
Teaching the girls how to use them could wait. There were different
channels, and each one served a different purpose. I’d made their
mobile phones to only receive transmissions from my private
channels.
“All right, the experiment is complete. Let’s head back,” I declared.
“Ah, I’ll go back with my hang glider,” stated Dia.
“I will use mine, too. That way, I won’t have to carry it,” Nevan said.
“Fine with me.”
Evidently, they had taken a great liking to the hang gliders. I watched
as they flew off.
My personal phone rang. The channel being used was the one for my
intelligence agents in the royal capital.
I listened to the report.
Tarte looked frightened as she commented, “Um, you look like
something is upsetting you, my lord.”
“Sorry, I just got some bad news. It seems my network is coming in
handy already. It likely would have been too late had this news
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Receiving information in real time was just as valuable as anticipated.
I hadn’t been wrong to make this investment.
I planned to use my swift access to this new information to take
those idiots in the capital unawares. My strike would come quicker
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 Chapter 5 | The Assassin Prepares a
Counterstrike

I returned to the estate and got right to work on my retaliation

against the aristocrats who had laid a trap for me.
If left to play out, their ploy would harm both my individual standing
and House Tuatha Dé.
“Building a telecommunications network with well-placed agents has
given me even more power than I expected.”
It was an enormous infrastructure that connected twenty major
cities and allowed for one-to-one conversation. I had deployed spies
to each area, and they used the phones to share the information
they gathered. Specifically, there were two types of people I
dispatched for the job.
The first group was made up of the most loyal of my Natural You
employees. They were working as merchants in all the important
metropolises, and they primarily sent me data related to economics
and the distribution of goods. Overseeing the flow of money and
inventory helped me recognize the start of any schemes.
The greater the plot, the more funds and assets will shift. I can use
that to deduce whatever the planner is up to.
Keeping people quiet was easy compared to disguising shifting
resources.
It was the other group that proved helpful this time.
My other intelligence agents consisted of nobles who admired me as
the Holy Knight. Nearly all of them were mages, and they offered
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They were made up of people who could contact the Holy Knight, so
they were highly skilled. The only people capable of that were either
from highly ranked houses or were those with access to unsavory
back channels.
I had interviewed each candidate individually and chose the ones I
could trust to become my operatives.
Using them was easy. They looked up to the Holy Knight as a hero,
and aiding me made them feel like heroes themselves. I also paid
them plenty of money. They may have been nobles, but most of
them had not yet inherited their houses and thus had never
possessed much to spend for themselves, so they were happy to
have funds.
I also secured their loyalty using conditioning techniques and
reduced the risk of estrangement by giving them whatever their
positions required. That would ensure they would give me all the
information I could want about their own houses.
The problem was that while they were skilled, many of them were
childish. They were all people who wanted to play at being heroes,
so that attitude was unavoidable. As a result, I invested a lot of effort
into risk management in the event any of them were discovered.
“Prioritizing observation of the royal capital paid off.”
I had deployed many agents there. It was the center of politics, and
the nobles who valued the central government over their own
domains were extraordinarily vain and prone to bouts of jealousy.
I suspected there would be many in the capital plotting my downfall.
Certain aristocrats were undoubtedly beside themselves with
jealousy over me.
According to the hierarchy, I was no more than the oldest son of a
lowly baron’s house. Yet I was killing one demon after another, the
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major dukedoms, was getting friendly with me. All that glory and
favor was bound to attract envious glares.
These nobles were afraid that House Tuatha Dé would climb the
ranks of the nobility and threaten their own positions. If only they
knew that Dad and I both had no interest in that kind of thing.
“If they thought about this even a little, even they should understand
what would happen if they sabotaged my position.”
They would only be harming themselves if they got rid of someone
capable of defeating demons. The hero was currently unable to leave
the capital, meaning the demons would be free to rampage all over
Alvan if I was unable to deal with them.
The demons being left to do as they wished would result in the
resurrection of the Demon King. It was entirely possible that not
even the hero would be able to defeat the Demon King, which would
mean the destruction of the kingdom.
Those aristocrats should’ve at least left me alone until the demon
threat was taken care of.
Despite the grave stakes, they justified their savage acts born of
jealousy and vanity with unfathomable logic as they plotted my
downfall.
“I had planned to let stuff like this go if it wasn’t overly harmful.”
This particular scheme was of especially poor character. I had to deal
with it.
I was going to challenge them openly at first, but I was considering
turning to my main profession if required. That was how deplorable
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The following day, a Romalung messenger arrived to pick up Nevan.
As a lady of a prestigious family, she was constantly busy. She had
remained with us as long as she could, but it was time to see her off.
“I enjoyed my time here in Tuatha Dé very much. I will come again.
Thank you for your hospitality,” she said.
“You gave us a great time in Romalung, so there’s no need for
thanks. I hope we can continue to build a favorable relationship,” I
responded.
“As do I. Next time we meet, I’ll treat you as your caring
upperclassman.”
“And I’ll behave as your innocent junior.”
That reminded me that the academy’s reconstruction was supposed
to finish soon. That would indeed make Nevan my upperclassman
again. I’d intentionally avoided her at the academy last time, but
there would no longer be any need for that.
“Before I go, I noticed that something seems to be troubling you, Sir
Lugh,” Nevan remarked.
“What are you talking about?” I responded.
“Don’t think you can fool me. Nothing about your expression or your
behavior suggests that anything has changed, but something feels
different.”
She got me. Very few people in this life or my previous one had ever
seen through me when I concealed my feelings.
“A little trouble came up.”
“Shall I lend you some of House Romalung’s strength?”
“I can handle it myself.”
That wasn’t a boast. I genuinely didn’t require Nevan’s help, and I
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I wouldn’t need House Romalung’s help until later on.
“I see. Please contact me if you change your mind… I will keep this on
me at all times,” she said, waving her mobile phone.
“When the time comes, I will,” I responded.
This telecommunications network was set up in each of the
kingdom’s major cities. It went without saying that included the
Romalung domain.
I had taught Nevan the location of the large signal device in the city,
and we would be able to contact each other if she used it. Her phone
was set to access only one channel, however, preventing her from
listening in on my intelligence agents.
Nevan gave one last bow and departed.
Being around her was mentally exhausting, but it was also great fun,
and I learned a lot from her. Maintaining an amicable relationship
with Nevan was for the best.

After Nevan left, I returned to my room and used my mobile phone

to connect to the telecommunications network.
There was a large relay device set up within the Tuatha Dé estate. It
was a slightly special one and not present in the records. Even Maha
didn’t know about it.
This machine had a unique function that the others didn’t have. Its
purpose was to pinpoint any traitors and keep the damage they
caused to a minimum. That was why I kept everyone in the dark
about it.
I set my phone to one of the channels established to speak to my
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“This is Silver, speaking to King…”
I used real names when speaking on our personal channels, but I
used code names when talking to my operatives. I was Silver, and
King referred to my agents in the royal capital.
I issued my orders to begin setting a ploy for the fools trying to trap
me.

I prepared hang gliders the next day. The first was a two-person one
for Dia and me, and the other was for Tarte alone.
“Sorry about this. I had wanted to rest at home for a little longer,” I
apologized.
“I don’t mind at all! I will go anywhere if it means I can be with you,
my lord,” Tarte responded.
“This is really terrible. I can’t believe they’re calling you a criminal,”
said Dia.
“Yeah, it’s despicable.”
The people trying to bring me down were framing me for murder.
They hadn’t discovered that I was an assassin, so their claim was an
utter fabrication.
There was no greater shame for one of my profession than being
discovered and captured. It was as good as being publicly branded as
unskilled.
Even if this was a false charge, it still infuriated me.
“Their methods are crude. They killed a political rival and disposed of
the corpse in Jombull, and they are going to have a false witness
testify that I slew the person during the battle with the demon,” I
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“Um, would you really be punished for that, my lord? I think it’s
inevitable that people will die during a fight with a demon. If we
were focused on preventing all loss of life, we wouldn’t be able to
fight,” said Tarte.
“I shouldn’t be. As a Holy Knight, I’m relieved of the responsibility for
any damage I cause during battle,” I answered.
Those rights didn’t just apply to a Holy Knight but also to the hero
and some of the higher-ranking regular knights.
When people of great strength fought, it was inevitable that there
would be far-reaching destruction. People in those positions were
often deployed to fight powerful enemies or to deal with extreme
emergencies. They wouldn’t be able to handle the situations
properly if they were worried about collateral damage.
“That doesn’t make sense, then. It shouldn’t be possible to pin the
crime on you,” reasoned Dia.
“No, it’s enough for them. The person they’re saying I killed was
virtuous and popular. Even if ending their life isn’t technically a
crime, I’ll become an object of hatred among the commoners and
nobles. Some may even call for vengeance. The scheming aristocrats
want to sabotage my standing. They’re even fabricating discord
between the victim’s family and House Tuatha Dé to make it look like
I killed him on purpose.”
Some death may have been accepted as inevitable due to my rights
as the Holy Knight, but intentional murder would still be judged
problematic. Even if I wasn’t charged with a crime, there was no
doubt that many noble houses would place a variety of sanctions on
House Tuatha Dé.
“That’s disgusting. This is why I hate noble society,” said Dia.
The most effective way to advance in the aristocracy was to drag
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It was possible for people to climb in rank during a war by rendering
distinguished service, but it was much more difficult to stand out in
times of peace. That meant the most important things for aristocrats
became avoiding failure and causing their rivals above them to drop
in the standings. Particularly ambitious nobles excelled in that area.
The people plotting my downfall were of that variety.
“How do you plan to deal with it, my lord?” asked Tarte.
“I’ve discovered the identity of the witness who is going to provide
false testimony. I’ll win him over to our side with a little convincing.
When it comes time to tell everyone of my crime, he will instead
testify against the mastermind who is trying to sabotage me,” I
explained.
“He’s going to change allegiances?” asked Tarte.
“You think I can’t manage it?”
Tarte seemed surprised, but I was a master of persuasion.
I wouldn’t have had time for this counterstrike without my
telecommunications network because of how trials worked in the
Alvanian Kingdom.
After someone accused another person of a crime, there was a
deliberation to determine if a trial should be held. Upon approval, a
carrier pigeon would be sent with a letter, and a government official
would depart in a carriage at the same time, carrying a copy of the
same letter.
The accused had to return to their domain within three days of the
government official’s arrival and then accompany the official to the
capital. Then the trial was held as soon as possible, taking into
account the involved parties’ schedules.
It took a minimum of one week to reach Tuatha Dé from the capital
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Thus, the government official would arrive five days after the bird.
The official would then wait for three days, giving the accused a total
of eight days after receiving the initial letter to return to their
domain and go with them to the capital.
However, this time, it seemed like the plan was for the carrier pigeon
to have an “unfortunate accident” that prevented it from delivering
the missive. Ignorant of the situation, I wouldn’t return to the Tuatha
Dé domain during the three days when the official was there. This
would make me a truant, and my guilt would be automatically
assumed.
Even in the case that I made it, the people taking me to court had
pulled some strings to have the trial take place the day after I
reached the capital. If I hadn’t known about the conspiracy, I
would’ve either lost the case by default or had to attend the trial
with no chance for any preparation.
“This really wasn’t what I had in mind when I built this
telecommunications network,” I admitted with a bitter laugh.
Still, it had saved me. The government official carrying the letter had
reportedly left the capital this morning. Learning about that
yesterday afforded me a bit of preparation time.
“I’m relieved that it sounds like you can prove your innocence,” Dia
remarked.
“Me too. But I don’t plan to end things there. They’re going to pay.”
It wouldn’t be enough to simply prove my innocence. I needed to
make an example of those who plotted against me so that no one
would be foolish enough to attempt such a thing again.

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 Chapter 6 | The Assassin Puts On a
Disguise

We were flying to the capital on our hang gliders, moving much more
swiftly than we would have on the road.
A trip to the royal capital by carriage required days. Quick
information and movement were what gave me the edge on my
opponents.
At some point, the pleasant flight began to make me feel a bit
mischievous.
“I’m gonna try the spell you created, Dia,” I stated.
Her spell used a system built on sound logic that ejected pressurized
air heated by flames to gain extreme acceleration. That Dia created
this with no prior knowledge of jet propulsion showed her incredible
sense for magic.
I would be able to make even better use of it, however.
“Be careful. I didn’t like the sound the hang glider made when I tried
it. You can use wind magic, so I doubt the hang glider would hold if
you went all out,” Dia warned.
“I’m calculating the intensity carefully,” I assured her.
I’d made the hang gliders as light as possible so they offered the least
resistance when accelerated with wind magic. There was a bit of
leeway, but if I went above the top velocity the glider could handle,
there would be a risk of damage.
“Did you already finish your version of the spell?” Dia inquired.
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It seemed like it would come in handy, so I’d put together a modified
version of Dia’s formula.
I’d made two revisions. The first was to use wind magic to gather the
air around me more efficiently. The second was to add a non-
elemental spell to cover the hang glider in a coating that shielded it
from the propulsive force.
I called the revised bit of magic Thruster.
It would come in handy for both travel and battle. The high-pressure
gas I expelled would be extremely lethal, and it would enable me to
perform powerful attacks while moving at very high speeds.
It was time to test Thruster out.
I used Multi-Chant to twine together fire and wind mana, then
finished the incantation for Thruster and activated the spell.
We accelerated with astounding speed, our faces distorting from the
wind pressure. We were moving ridiculously fast. It felt so good that I
could see myself getting addicted to it.
I ended Thruster just a few seconds later. Any more and I worried the
glider might fall apart.
“This spell is incredible,” I said.
“Ah-ha-ha, that was amazing! That’s what happens when you
combine my work with wind magic and your outrageous mana
capacity,” Dia cheered.
“It seems that way… I’ll have to redesign the hang glider so I can
make effective use of this.”
I would need to increase its sturdiness enough to withstand the
incredible velocity, even if it made it heavier. Constructing a frame to
handle Thruster made more sense than holding back on the spell’s
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“That would be nice, but I don’t think there would be any point if
you’re the only one who can use it. Look, we can’t even see Tarte
anymore,” Dia said.
“You have a point there.”
I quit using wind magic and switched to just gliding to give Tarte time
to catch up. After a short wait, I heard her voice on the radio.
“I lost sight of you after you whooshed ahead… I can’t keep up
with that at all…”
It sounded like she was in tears.
As Dia had claimed, Thruster was pointless if we got separated.
Wait, I’m going about this the wrong way.
“Okay, I know what I’ll do. I’ll make a four-person aircraft designed
with Thruster in mind.”
I’d initially built gliders instead of an airplane because I couldn’t
manage the necessary propulsion and because I could move faster by
prioritizing lightness. According to my mental calculations, however,
Thruster would allow superior speed even if I increased the aircraft’s
weight and designed it for four passengers.
“…What kind of monstrous thing are you going to make? You’re
scaring me a little,” Dia commented.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” I answered.
The final product would no longer be a hang glider, but a private jet.
I would need to work out a design.

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We landed on the outskirts of the royal capital. I wasn’t the only one
in disguise this time; Dia and Tarte were as well. I did their makeup
and chose their clothes.
I’d also prepared fake identification papers. We could have gotten
into the city using our academy IDs, but our goal with this trip was to
win over the witness of my would-be saboteurs. I couldn’t risk
anyone realizing that we had visited the royal capital.
Frowning, Dia said, “I don’t like dyeing my hair. I hope you haven’t
damaged it.”
“Don’t worry. I took that into account. This is a new Natural You
product,” I assured her.
I was very fond of Dia’s silver locks. I would never do anything to
harm them.
I had developed this dye as merchandise for my cosmetics brand.
There was a demand for hair coloring among the wealthy, both for
hiding grays and for achieving more fantastic beauty.
The selling point for all of Natural You’s products was that they were
as good for your health as they were for your looks. That was why it
reigned as the top company on the market.
I had designed this dye so that it would actually provide care for your
hair instead of harm it, and it flew off the shelves after word about it
spread.
“That disguise is unbelievable. Everything about you feels different,
Lady Dia,” observed Tarte.
Tarte herself had long, straight red hair. I’d used a binder to flatten
her chest and gave her the makeup of a pampered lady. She
appeared nothing like her usual self. Her easy-to-approach
atmosphere was gone, replaced by that of a young woman of noble
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After looking at Tarte, Dia checked a mirror.
“…I don’t care too much for the neck up, but would it be bad if I wore
the rest of the disguise every day from now on?” she asked.
“Yes. That would bring you no satisfaction,” I answered.
Dia’s hair was black, and she was wearing it up. I used her cosmetics
to intentionally dirty her fair skin and give her freckles to give her the
appearance of a country girl. By contrast, I dressed her in expensive
and gaudy clothes.
Anyone who saw her would think the girl was just some rural person
enjoying a trip to the capital.
There wasn’t a trace of her usual noble, doll-like beauty. The facade
completely spoiled her good looks. That she was still cute was a
testament to her natural fairness.
Dia, however, wasn’t focused at all on her face. She couldn’t take her
eyes off her chest, which I had padded to look bigger.
“I can’t believe how real this looks. You should offer this at Natural
You. It would definitely sell! I would totally buy this!”
“…Yeah, it probably would.”
Some upper-class women stuffed their busts, but it was always crude
and easy to spot. They could fool people to an extent if they wore
thick dresses, but the padding felt too different from the real thing. It
was unnatural.
However, the lining I’d fashioned, combined with a special bra, made
the fake chest look entirely real. The shape and texture were perfect.
Even touch wasn’t enough to figure out it was fake. Initially, I’d
created the false bust for assassination, without considering the
potential sales.
“This is the best. They’re soft, and they even bounce. I love them so
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large chest is really hard on my shoulders.’ ‘Running makes them
bounce, which is painful and makes me lose my balance.’ ‘These are
just a hindrance.’”
Dia looked very satisfied with herself as she complained about her
new chest. Despite her gripes, she seemed to be taking great delight
in this.
For some reason, Tarte’s face was flushed. I then realized that Dia
was mimicking Tarte’s voice.
“Lady Dia, that’s mean! Those are all things that I’ve said!”
“Heh-heh, this is payback. Now you understand the anger and pain
the less-endowed feel when they hear those words!”
Dia was a near-perfect human being with one insecurity: the size of
her chest. I decided I should let her have her moment.
I worked on my disguise as I watched the two girls banter.
“All right, let’s get going. Be careful not to lose your fake
identification. We can’t enter the capital without it,” I announced.
Tarte blinked a few times. “…Um, is that really you, my lord? You
couldn’t look more like a girl. You’re more beautiful than me… I think
I’m in shock.”
“Me too. I’ve never seen a girl this beautiful, even at parties here in
the capital,” agreed Dia.
I was cross-dressing. Being a woman better suited my plan.
My physical appearance was relatively androgynous, and with a good
enough disguise, I could pull off a perfect feminine figure. I was sure
of my acting as well.
When I was a young boy in my previous life, I would sometimes dress
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“You made this fake chest originally so you could look like a girl,
didn’t you?” asked Dia.
“That’s right. I figured it would come in handy at some point. There’s
no more effective facade than one that presents you as a different
gender,” I answered.
I’d thought about disguising Tarte and Dia as boys, but no matter
how convincing their appearance was, it would have been impossible
for them to act masculine. There was a high chance people would be
suspicious, so I had decided against it.
My behavior, on the other hand, was effortlessly feminine.
“…You’re pulling this off so perfectly you’re making me wonder if this
is a long-held fetish of yours,” accused Dia.
“That reminds me, Lord Lugh used to wear girl clothes all the time!”
exclaimed Tarte.
“Oh yeah, he was dressed as a girl when we first met!” recalled Dia.
They both looked at me with suspicion.
“Give me a break. My mom forced me to wear those outfits,” I
protested.
“I know, I know. I’m just teasing, Lugh,” said Dia.
“I will accept any hobbies of yours, my lord!” insisted Tarte.
My head hurts.
They were giving me no choice. Once we finished this job, I would
have to show them just how manly I was. I needed to regain my
honor.
First, I needed to take care of the pressing threat. My plan for doing
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 Chapter 7 | The Assassin Makes
Romantic Advances

The three of us entered the capital. We used the gate made

especially for nobles.
Those nearby undoubtedly saw us as three noble ladies touring the
capital who were totally ignorant of the ways of the world. Our fancy
clothes practically screamed that our families were wealthy with new
money, but we didn’t have a single guard with us.
The royal capital may have had a reputation for being safe, but it was
still foolish to walk around unprotected like this. We were also a
group of beautiful girls—we stood out tremendously.
Typically, assassins wanted to avoid bringing attention to
themselves, but this time, I was purposely standing out for the sake
of my objective.
After entering the city, we ate lunch at a restaurant that catered to
the nouveau riche and then chatted as we enjoyed sightseeing.
“That meal was so good. It had been a while since I’d eaten in the
capital,” said Dia.
“It was delicious but also really, really expensive. I could use the
money we spent to make an entire week’s worth of food,” replied
Tarte.
Dia had enjoyed everything without a care, but Tarte couldn’t get
over the price and wasn’t able to savor it at all.
I had chosen that restaurant intentionally to fit our performance as
three foolish aristocratic ladies from upstart noble families that were
prospering financially. It was the kind of eatery known for ripping off
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Unfortunately, Tarte was as bad an actor as I’d thought she’d be. Her
true feelings were breaking through the role she was supposed to be
playing.
“I enjoyed it very much. It would be exhausting eating such posh
food every day, but it’s nice to indulge every once in a while,” I
stated.
Tarte’s and Dia’s smiles spasmed a little. They still weren’t used to
hearing me talk like a woman.
I didn’t just change my manner of speaking. In order to complete my
disguise, I had also made my tone of voice, gestures, and everything
else as feminine as could be. I heard Dia whisper, “It’s scary how
natural he sounds.”
One important detail was that my clothes were noticeably less
expensive than my companions’. I’d designed our personas to be
close friends, but they were a level richer than I. According to our
fake IDs, however, I was from the highest-ranking noble family of the
trio.
I gave my character this difficulty to garner sympathy from my
target. I had rank but lacked funds. That matched the mark, who was
from an aristocratic house but struggled financially. Giving yourself a
background similar to your target was a fundamental method of
earning compassion.
“I thought it was supposed to be hard to get into the capital, but that
was really easy,” Dia commented.
“Yeah, we got in with our IDs alone,” added Tarte.
“Must I repeat myself? We aren’t here as simple tourists. We are
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The identification I’d procured actually belonged to real people.
Many nobles had financial difficulties and wouldn’t hesitate to give
you an ID in exchange for a bit of cash.
“Also, why do we have to wear such restrictive clothing? It’s hard
walking around in a dress,” Dia complained.
“For goodness’ sake, this is the royal capital. We have to look our
best, otherwise no one will take us seriously!”
Those were lines I’d written beforehand to demonstrate the vanity
my character possessed despite her starved wallet. Not even
aristocrats would wear such fancy and fettering attire while going
around sightseeing. The only people who would think to dress this
way would be country bumpkins visiting the capital.
“That’s not the only reason, right?”
I couldn’t answer Tarte’s question while remaining in character. I
decided to use a wind spell called Whisper.
This magic delivered softly spoken words to the ears of the person
you were talking to and also delivered their replies to you.
It enabled us to converse with each other under any circumstances
without being overheard. Additionally, I’d trained Dia and Tarte to be
able to speak while only barely moving their lips.
To other people, it only looked like we were walking in silence.
“I’m planning on slipping into a party being held by the man who is
going to testify against me. I’m then going to woo him to get the two
of us alone. That’s why I’m playing the role of a dumb and excited
country noble,” I explained.
“…You know, it hurts a little that you chose yourself to play the role
of seductress instead of one of us. We’re girls, in case you’ve
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 “I’m the most qualified. Also, one of you two hitting on another man
is not something I want to see,” I responded.
“Ah-ha-ha, that makes me feel better about it,” Dia said.
“I’m happy to hear that, too. But the thought of you sacrificing
yourself for us and doing…that to a man…” Tarte gulped.
“I’ll be doing nothing of the sort. The purpose of this disguise is to
get him to take me to his room.”
“Ah-ha-ha, of course. That’s a relief.”
Was it my imagination, or did Tarte actually sound disappointed?
I’d spoiled Dia’s beauty with her makeup and hid Tarte’s large chest
to ensure they wouldn’t receive sexual advances. That said, they’d be
denied entrance to the party if they were outright ugly.
Knowing as much, I’d decided to halve their charms, aiming to make
them attractive enough to gain admission but not so lovely that guys
would hit on them.
By contrast, I’d made myself as beautiful as possible because I was
playing the seductress.
I wonder if I should’ve done more to make them less enticing.
Tarte was charming and cute even without her chest, and Dia was
beautiful even with dirtied skin and freckles. I regretted not doing
more to diminish their looks.
“Parties are costly. He must be a very wealthy noble to be able to
hold them so often,” mused Dia.
“You would think so, but that’s not the case with him. He’s actually
holding these gatherings in an attempt to make money,” I said.
“Um, how can he make a profit from parties if they’re expensive?”
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Soirees were a source of headaches for nobles. They were obligated
to hold them often, and any sign of stinginess would harm their
reputations and make it difficult for them to move up through noble
society. It was common for nobles to end up endangering their
domains in their pursuit to show off to others.
This explained why Dia and Tarte found it difficult to believe he was
holding parties to try to make money.
“To lower-ranking nobles and upstart merchants, attending the
parties of noted noble families is a way to gain prestige. Many of them
will spend exorbitant amounts of money to secure an invitation. Our
target is from a famous noble family that has fallen to ruin. He’s
struggling financially and is using his house’s past glory for profit.”
“Wow, I’m not a fan of selling your prestige as an aristocrat, but
I’m even more stunned that anyone would think they could buy status
with money.”
Dia was born a major noble, so she detested that kind of thing.
No matter what size fortune one had, it could not purchase dignity
and tradition. That was why upstarts paid for connections to notable
houses.
It went without saying that forming a bond with a ruined noble
family would only make one a target of scorn in high society, but
honor couldn’t matter less when it came to the struggle for
supremacy among upstarts. They were okay with the status alone.
“There’s one more thing I don’t understand. Why is being a girl
better for this job?” asked Tarte.
“Apparently, the rich people attending the target’s parties are
ordering him to gather beautiful, well-mannered noble ladies, and he’s
struggling mightily to do so. Bad rumors are spreading about him,
which means most aristocrats won’t associate with him. The social
climbers at his events believe that anything can be bought with money,
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they attend. How do you think our target will react if he finds three
beautiful and ignorant girls of high birth here to tour the capital?”
“…He would want to trick us into attending the party,” answered
Dia.
“But does he have any idea we are here?” asked Tarte.
“I’ve got that covered. The spy I placed in the capital who found this
information is also an aristocrat. He’s a relative of the owner of the ID
I’m using. I had him tell our target that I slipped out of my home to visit
the capital with two friends. As expected, the target took the bait.
We’re supposed to meet him ten minutes from now.”
Preparation was the most essential part of assassination. The killing
lasted only an instant, but how much preparation you put in
beforehand determined the success or failure of the mission.
I had performed thorough research on the target and thought up
every conceivable plan. Just like I always did.

A fountain on the city’s east side served as a popular tourist spot.

The spy I had placed in the capital had told us to wait there.
I checked my pocket watch to see that it was the appointed time. I
expected him to arrive at any moment.
“Ah, hey, Lulu. You got here before us. Are these your friends?”
Lulu was my female name. A pleasant-looking man with neat blond
hair waved and ran over to me.
His name was Robert. He was the second son of a viscount. He
idolized heroes and was an operative thoroughly devoted to me. The
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He was the one who hoped to trick three ignorant noble ladies into
attending his party so he could show them off to the wealthy
attendees.
“It’s been a long time, Robert. Sorry about this. I know you’re busy
with work,” I said.
“I’d do anything for you, my cousin. Are those two friends of yours?”
inquired Robert.
“Yes, they both wanted to meet you. Their names are Torte and
Dira.”
“Nice to meet you. I am Torte. Lulu has told me so much about you.”
“I’m Dira. It’s lovely to finally meet you! I’ve been so excited to visit
the big city.”
“It’s not every day you see three girls this beautiful in one place!”
Tarte and Dia were calling themselves Torte and Dira, respectively.
Those were the names on the identification papers I’d bought.
Robert and I were speaking as cordially as if we really were relatives
who hadn’t seen each other for ten years. We looked as close as
brother and sister.
We were putting on this charade to gain the trust of the mark.
Robert is just as useful as I expected. His acting is natural, and he’s
smart enough to sense my intentions and keep the conversation going.
I decided we had made a good enough show of being on close terms.
It was time to begin my assault.
“Robert, is this man an acquaintance of yours?” I questioned.
“Ah, sorry. He’s a friend of mine. He is the prince who is going to
invite you into high society. That’s what you’ve always yearned for,
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I saw a look of relief in the target’s eyes. He’d been seeking an
aristocratic lady to meet the demands of the upstarts, and he had
finally found one in me.
He was so dazzled by the bait in front of him that he didn’t doubt us
for a second.
The target opened his mouth to speak.
“I will take it from there. I am Count Grant Frantrude, head of House
Frantrude. It would be my honor to have you three at a noble party I
am sponsoring tonight,” he announced.
At this point, the job was already 70 percent complete.
Okay, time to act like he’s deceiving me.
“You’re a count? But you’re so young! That’s amazing. High society in
the royal capital… There will be halls with sparkling chandeliers,
beautiful music, and graceful dancing! Ah, sorry. I got carried away.
I’m from the country, where nothing shimmers at all. I’ve always
fantasized about that kind of thing,” I said.
“No, there’s no need to apologize. Seeing you this happy makes
coming here to invite you feel worth it. My soiree shall provide all
that you seek and more. You are welcome to enjoy it to your heart’s
content.”
“Thank you! See, Torte and Dira, I knew that dressing up was a good
idea! A prince just fell for me!” I exclaimed.
Count Frantrude beamed. “I’m a lucky man, getting to meet three
such beautiful ladies.”
I thought back on the information I had received about the target.
Count Grant Frantrude was in his mid-twenties, but as he said, he
had already inherited his house. He was chosen to testify against me
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That wasn’t the only reason, though. He was also a man who would
do anything to restore his house to its former glory. As such, the
mastermind judged him the perfect candidate who would listen
unquestioningly so long as money was promised.
House Frantrude fell to ruin because of the previous Count
Frantrude’s incompetence. He’d wasted a fortune pursuing his hobby
of collecting works of art and then sold his family’s land to raise quick
funds.
Had he been permitted to continue, House Frantrude surely would
have perished. For that reason, the current Count Frantrude decided
he needed to kill his father and seize control…and then went through
with it.
Afterward, he tried to restore their finances by selling the works of
art his father had amassed, but the majority of them were judged to
be counterfeit. The young count couldn’t so much as pay off the
interest on a loan.
He then set his hopes on using the name of House Frantrude to curry
favor with the upstarts.
Personally, I didn’t look down on his efforts. He had resolve and an
ability to get things done, and his actions were well-reasoned.
The method he had chosen was dirty, but the man knew it was his
only option. Most importantly, Count Frantrude was keeping his
house afloat, and he had decreased the debt. Judging by the results,
he was in the right.
“Torte, Dira, please thank him. You want to go to a party in the
capital, too, don’t you?” I urged.
“Thank you very much,” said Tarte.
“Wow, a party in the capital. I’m so happy,” Dia added. She sounded
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Count Frantrude grinned, showing no signs of suspicion. I saw
unconcealable ridicule in his eyes.
These upstart country bumpkins have no idea I’m just using them.
That was probably what he was thinking.
He was utterly ignorant of what was actually going on.
The easiest kind of person to deceive was one who thought they
were duping you. They lowered their guard because they thought
themselves superior.
I began to probe Count Frantrude as we made small talk. By doing so,
I noticed he was very into my look.
I gazed at him lasciviously. It wasn’t surprising that he liked me. I’d
had Robert inquire about the count’s type before I arrived, and I’d
constructed my appearance based on that information. My hair color
and style, clothes, way of speaking, gestures, perfume, and the topics
of conversation were all to his liking.
He was insecure about being a high-ranking noble poorer than the
upstarts who attended his parties, fostering a pretentious attitude in
him. To win sympathy, I played up my constructed background,
which was similar.
During our conversation, I used the information I picked up to make
minute adjustments to my character, further captivating Count
Frantrude.
Talking to him has told me exactly what kind of man he is.
Count Frantrude wanted to be respected. He was ridiculed by his
peers and seen as a clown who sold his pride to young social
climbers in exchange for their money.
He was working himself to the bone using whatever means necessary
to save his house from devastation, but even his kin were put off by
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The envy of a noble lady with no knowledge of the world had to
make him feel good. My flattery alone obviously pleased him.
I was positive that he would take me to his room with a little more
sweet talk. Once there, I would make him into my puppet.
“Please follow me to my carriage, ladies. I will take you to my estate.
You three are here as tourists, correct? I’ll have us take the scenic
route.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful. You’re so considerate. Are all men in
the capital gentlemen like you? You’re like a different species
compared with the ones back home.”
“Ha-ha-ha, I can’t say all men in the capital are like me, but I always
treat women with care.”
The count was really warming up to me now.
I see: Being told that he is better than others makes him happier
than simple praise.
That was probably a result of his insecurity. I decided I would shower
him with what he wanted to hear. “You’re so much more graceful
than those lowly upstarts. You’re a true noble, not just in title.” I
would praise him profusely while degrading the people who caused
him so much grief.
“Count Frantrude, could you dance with me at the party? I would
love nothing more.”
“You’re a very assertive lady. I would be glad to.”
I was the only one he took by the hand when we stepped into the
carriage. He left the other two to his subordinates.
The first step was a success. I had made an excellent first impression,
and he took no interest in Tarte and Dia.
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This was an interesting situation. We were both liars who thought we
were fooling the other person. It wouldn’t be much longer now until
we reached the conclusion of our mutual deception.
It would be clear which of us was the better liar in less than half a
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 Chapter 8 | The Assassin Dances

Count Frantrude gave us a superb tour of the royal capital. He had a

complete knowledge of the city, was a good conversationalist, and
was attentive. His behavior was refined. He was a noble through and
through.
He was the type that was popular with girls. His biggest problem,
however, was the elitism that peeked through occasionally. He was a
wealth supremacist, something you saw often among the
aristocracy.
Noble girls wouldn’t approach him because of his bad reputation,
and his pride prohibited him from reaching out to commoners. That
left him alone and starved for praise.
Consequently, he was also easy to manipulate. I would have total
control over his heart.
“Do you like the royal capital, Lulu?” Count Frantrude asked.
“It’s a wonderful place. I would like to live here someday,” I
answered.
“Then how would you like to move into my place?”
“My, you’re such a charmer.”
I dodged his question, then blushed and looked at him with adoring
eyes. I understood that these kinds of gestures would tug at his
heartstrings.
We put our hands together and gazed at each other.
“You’re a lovely woman, Lulu. That was a joke, but I fear I may
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“Oh, I knew you weren’t being serious. You’re terrible, Count
Frantrude.”
We both laughed bashfully. An innocent atmosphere reminiscent of
a teen romance novel flooded the carriage.
I felt glares weighing on me, and I turned to see Tarte and Dia staring
at me coldly.
It’s not like I’m doing this for fun. I would rather they not look at me
that way.

The carriage continued to head for Count Frantrude’s estate.

I was in for a surprise when we reached the manor. I suppose this

was what I should have expected from a once-famed noble family.
There weren’t many aristocrats who could treat guests with such a
lavish mansion in the royal capital. Plenty of families had money to
spend, but this place possessed the grandeur of history and tradition.
The structure was the final asset left to House Frantrude. If the count
hadn’t killed his father and used every method available to him to
restore the house, this estate would have fallen into other hands
long ago.
I praised the estate profusely. This place was the count’s pride as a
Frantrude, so complimenting it was as good as complimenting him
directly.
“This manor is the very embodiment of House Frantrude’s history. I
will do whatever it takes to protect it…no matter what people may
say of me,” he said, his aspirations coming through. He must have
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It was likely that providing false testimony against me was part of his
efforts to protect this estate.
“‘Whatever it takes’? That sounds dangerous. What do you mean?”
“Ha-ha, I don’t want to bore you. Anyway, the party is about to
begin. I’ll lend you a room, so please use it to rest and freshen up.”
“I’ll do just that. See you at the party.”
I smiled and then made for the chamber Count Frantrude had
granted me.

As soon as I entered the room, I began investigating it.

I searched thoroughly for any mechanisms that could pick up our
voices and then tapped the walls to see how thick they were. Once I
confirmed that no sounds would be overheard, I gave permission to
Dia and Tarte to speak as themselves.
Dia spoke up first. “I don’t even know what to say about what I just
saw. You had him totally wrapped around your finger. I feel worse
about myself as a woman…”
“When you act like that, my lord, I think you could win anyone over,”
Tarte commented.
“…It’s all just part of the job,” I insisted.
They hadn’t really accused me of anything, but I wanted to say that
because I saw doubt in their eyes.
“I know that. You just scared me a little. If you were to manipulate a
man that easily, then what about…?” Dia trailed off. Before she
stopped, she was going to accuse me of performing to get them to
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I did also have the skill to seduce women. It was much easier than
cross-dressing and enticing a man.
“I don’t act in front of you two. I want to be with you both forever,
and that would be meaningless if I made you like me through acting
or some kind of trick. It would be exhausting for me, and it wouldn’t
last very long. Being able to love each other even after we share our
true selves is what gives this meaning. That’s the kind of relationship
we have, don’t you think?”
Had I only required their temporary loyalty, I would’ve played a
version of myself that they would’ve cared for even more. But a
relationship of that sort wasn’t real and would inevitably unravel at
some point.
“Ah-ha-ha, that’s good to hear. I love you as you are now, Lugh,” said
Dia.
“I love you, too. Hee-hee, being your true self because you want to
be with someone forever is such a nice sentiment,” Tarte agreed.
“Thank you, you two.”
Dia raised an eyebrow. “Why are you thanking us?”
“I didn’t have a reason. I just wanted to say it,” I answered.
“You’re so weird, my lord.”
I gave my gratitude because they liked me for who I was…but I was
too embarrassed to explain as much.
“All right, the party is about to begin. Come here so I can fix your
makeup,” I stated.
“Sure thing… Lugh, can you teach me how you do makeup
sometime?” Dia requested.
“I would like you to show me as well. You’re even more skilled than
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“Sure, I don’t mind. It’s a useful skill for disguise,” I answered.
“Yay! Hmm-hmm-hmm, I can’t take you being more beautiful than
me!”
So that was the reason. As I saw it, though, Dia was already
significantly more lovely than my female disguise.
Suddenly, she sniffed the air around me.
“I’ve been wondering, is that sweet smell a new Natural You
perfume? I don’t like it.”
“I was curious about that, too. It smells familiar. It’s sweet like Lady
Dia said, but it’s not appealing in the least. Why did you choose this?
All of Natural You’s perfumes are so nice.”
They both criticized the scent rather harshly, but that was to be
expected. It didn’t have any effect on women, but it had a massive
one on men.
“I chose it because it’s best for the job, of course. You know how
Tarte discharges pheromones that attract men as a side effect of
Beastification? I harvested them to create this perfume. It’s an
unpleasant smell for women, but it arouses passion in men.”
The pheromones Tarte released when using Beastification were
intense enough to mess with the mind of an assassin with perfect
control over his mental faculties. I could have employed a variety of
aphrodisiacs and love potions, but none were as potent as this. A
while back, I’d thought to secure some of Tarte’s Beastification scent
to use as a raw material, believing I’d find a use for it later.
“You’re way too serious about this, Lugh! I can’t believe you’re going
this far to seduce a man!”
“I-I’m so embarrassed. You’re wearing my scent… Urrrgggh, you’re
terrible, my lord.”
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 Shoot, I guess I shouldn’t have revealed that information.
“Anyway, it’s time for the party. Let’s get going.”
I cut off the conversation with an awkward smile, and we headed for
the venue.

A few hours later, the party was in full swing.

I was exhausted, even with Rapid Recovery. The attendees were
awful. Every single person there was an upstart who thought they
could buy anything under the sun with money and made no effort to
hide it.
Obviously, not all people who came into new money were of poor
character. I just had a problem with the type who attended parties
like this, thinking they could purchase honor and dignity.
Probably because he knew the idiotic clientele didn’t know any
better, Count Frantrude had cut corners with the party wherever
possible. Everything was cheap.
To give some examples, the orchestra providing the background
music was second-rate. The food looked luxurious, but nothing more.
Deep-sea maroru eggs were being passed off as the more decadent
caspia eggs. The wine bottles were vintage, but they were filled with
cheap alcohol. At a glance, it all appeared high-class, but it was only a
charade.
“Urgh, I’ve never been to such an awful affair,” complained Dia.
Perhaps hoping to console her, Tarte said, “Ah-ha-ha, well, we knew
what to expect.”
The girls were in low spirits and near their limits. They had been
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some men had even demanded that they sleep with them in
exchange for money.
I shepherded them to a corner of the hall to give them a break. Then
I surveyed the hall and locked eyes with Count Frantrude, who was
dealing with his unsavory patrons. He walked toward us.
“Sorry for the wait, Lulu. How about that dance I promised?” he
asked.
“It would be my pleasure,” I answered.
I signaled with my eyes for Dia and Tarte to wait there, took the
count’s hand, and made for the center of the hall with him.
“I’m so sorry about tonight. I couldn’t have imagined they would
behave this vulgarly. I’ve subjected you and your friends to terrible
distress.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Count Frantrude. Those men are
at fault. Unlike them, you’re a true gentleman. Dancing with you
makes my very soul sing.”
“It puts me at ease to hear you say that… Those upstart pigs are
beyond help. I’m just as bad for having to use them… Ha-ha, sorry.
For some reason, being around you causes me to let slip my
innermost thoughts and complaints. I’ve never talked to anyone
about this stuff before.”
Count Frantrude was a prideful sort and was loath to show any
vulnerability. At the same time, he desperately wanted to have
someone he could share his grievances with. That was why he
revealed his innermost thoughts almost immediately after meeting
someone willing to accept him.
My attractive perfume, physical appearance designed to suit his
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alcohol all worked together to break down the armor around his
heart.
“You’re such a strong person,” I remarked.
“…Am I? You’re the first person to ever tell me that,” he admitted.
“It’s true. I can tell you have a powerful will. I can’t bring myself to
dislike someone like that. You may indulge in a bit of
wickedness…but it’s not easy dirtying your hands to protect what’s
important to you. I find that admirable.”
“I might cry. I think I’ve always wanted someone to tell me I’m not in
the wrong.”
Count Frantrude smiled, and we continued to dance. When we
separated after the song ended, he looked longingly at my hand and
started to say something but was interrupted when one of the
pigheaded guests ran up to us. The brute shoved Count Frantrude
out of the way, grabbed my hand aggressively, and began to stroke
it.
“Dance with me next, girl! Nicely done, Count. Didn’t think a
senseless loser like you could reel in such a good one! Her hand is so
smooth. I knew common girls couldn’t compare to the noble variety.
This is worth all the money I spent!”
That gave me goose bumps.
Aristocrats always received special treatment. They possessed mana,
which actually did give them abilities that surpassed ordinary people.
It was also true that a large number of nobles were attractive. There
was a theory some believed that mana, shaped by aristocrats’
unconscious desires to be stronger and more beautiful, made it a
reality.
It wasn’t surprising to learn that a few wealthy commoners took
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those with mana made them feel superior. That was why these
upstarts with no titles were hounding the count to snag noblewomen
for the party.
“Mr. Chartreux, you’re making her uncomfortable. Please act a little
more gentlemanly,” Count Frantrude chided.
“You sure you should be talking back to me, Count?” the man
snarled.
Despite initially trying to stop the man called Chartreux after
recognizing my discomfort, Count Frantrude went quiet.
This must be one of his best customers.
I decided to put on a little performance. I needed to make sure this
unpleasant experience ended up being worth it.
I started by looking at Count Frantrude and pleading for help in timid
silence. He responded by giving me a pleading look of his own.
His message was clear: “Please dance with this man.” I performed a
momentary look of despair, then gave a resolved nod.
I was playing a maiden willing to sacrifice herself for her love. I
silently communicated the message that it would be hard, but I
would persevere for his sake.
“I—I would be happy to give you this song, good sir.”
“Even your voice is adorable. I’ll teach you how to use those hands
and hips of yours.”
And thus, I was subjected to the dance from hell. His face was too
close to mine, he was overly clingy, and he clenched my bottom
frequently.
This was the most uncomfortable dance I had ever experienced as
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one felt so terrible likely because I now lived as a person rather than
a tool.
Evidently, growing to be more human did come with drawbacks.

Thankfully, we got through the party without any major incidents. I

can safely declare it to be one of the worst I’d ever suffered.
After I completed my dance with that upstart pig, he pestered me to
become his mistress. Continually turning him down proved tiring.
I would have let it slide if that was all he’d done. However, he also
cast dirty glances and words at Dia and Tarte.
I couldn’t let him get away with that. I was absolutely going to make
him pay.
He was unaware of this, but I knew he was the owner of a company
that served as one of Natural You’s business clients. His enterprise
had been about to go bankrupt before it experienced sudden growth
thanks to being associated with my cosmetics brand. Almost all of his
income depended on his relationship with Natural You.
I could ruin him whenever I felt like it, and Natural You would suffer
no damage in the process. There were plenty of replacements.
After the party ended, I had Tarte and Dia go to the room Count
Frantrude lent to us.
Count Frantrude had invited me to meet with him alone. The two of
us stepped onto his balcony and shared a toast.
“Sorry about earlier. I made you dance with such a terrible man for
my own benefit.”
The first thing out of his mouth was an apology. He had fallen for me
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“No, I chose not to refuse him. I didn’t want to cause trouble for
you.”
Tears formed in the count’s eyes. “…I will free myself of this
situation. I just need to stick it out for a little longer, and I’ll be able
to break my ties with their ilk. What I am about to say is for your ears
alone. House Frantrude is on the verge of bankruptcy. That’s why I
have to use those people to raise money. But it won’t be much
longer until I have enough money to pay off the debt my moronic
father is responsible for. Once I get there, I’ll never have to cater to
those lowlifes ever again.”
There was a fire in Count Frantrude’s gaze. He was drunk on the
alcohol, on the ideal woman I’d created, on Tarte’s pheromones, on
the drug mixed into his drink, on his newly budding love…and most
of all, on me.
“So please stay with me! I need you, Lulu. You’re the only person
who has ever understood me. You risked yourself for me. I want us
to be together.”
“Th-this is so sudden. I don’t know what to say.”
“I don’t know what’s come over me, either. But I want you more
than anything. Once I get the money, I’ll be able to keep you safe and
make you happy!”
“…I would like a night to think about this. I have a lot to consider.”
“Then can you give me your answer tomorrow morning? I will come
by your room.”
“Yes, I promise to be ready by then. I do have just one thing I want to
say first.” I paused and kissed Count Frantrude on the cheek. Taken
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“I love you. I have from the instant we met. I’ve never seen a more
handsome man in all my life. But we nobles are never permitted to
live for our feelings.”
I took off running after saying that, ensuring he would never forget
me. Placing such obstacles between us would cause his affection and
his possessiveness to grow.
He was head over heels for Lulu, which meant her time was at an
end.
When the count called on Lulu tomorrow, she would be gone, and
Lugh Tuatha Dé would be waiting to use her life as a negotiating chip.
With his beloved Lulu on the line, Count Frantrude would definitely
betray the mastermind.
Okay, time to return to my room and perform the finishing touches.
My plan was going to ruin whoever dared to plot against me. They
were going to pay massively for putting me through this difficult and
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 Chapter 9 | The Assassin Persuades

Count Frantrude’s heart was now mine, just as I had planned. My

past self likely would have done it easily and without feeling, but I
found the experience quite painful.
I was glad for both of our sakes that I succeeded. I wasn’t optimistic
enough to blindly trust that wooing was guaranteed to work, so I had
prepared a backup plan, one far crueler than seduction.
Now as Lugh Tuatha Dé, I waited in the chamber for the count to
arrive.
The door swung open, and Count Frantrude burst in. It was poor
manners for a dignified noble. He must have been dying to hear
Lulu’s reply to his question.
“Lulu! Can I have your answer?” he asked with flushed cheeks and
hope in his voice. A beautiful bouquet of flowers was clasped in his
hands.
“Hate to break it to you, but the girl you’ve fallen for isn’t here,” I
said coldly, giving him the bad news.
“How did you get into my estate?!”
“I recommend you keep quiet… Anything less might endanger her
life.”
I walked around the dumbfounded Count Frantrude, closed the door,
then nudged him in the back. He staggered, tripped over a chair I had
prepared, and then plopped down onto it.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Huh, I was sure you would know me. I’m the man you’re trying to
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He was shocked speechless, and then he averted his eyes.
“How?”
“‘How,’ you say? Are you inquiring about how I learned of this
scheme in the royal capital? Or how I am here when I’m supposed to
be in the faraway Tuatha Dé domain? Or how I determined you are
the one providing false testimony against me? Or maybe you’re
wondering how I know that you have a budding romance with a girl
named Lulu?”
I wanted him to think I knew everything to sway the negotiation in
my favor. Obviously, I actually did know pretty much everything.
Count Frantrude’s face was pale.
“Let’s just talk this through, all right? I’d like to be as civilized as
possible. That said, you’ve really upset me. You should watch your
behavior, because I have no idea what I might do.”
I tossed him a necklace as I finished speaking. It was one I’d worn as
Lulu yesterday. I’d told the count the piece was a memento from my
mother to ensure he’d remember it.
“Th-that’s Lulu’s.” He gasped.
“That it is. I took it thinking it would make for a nice negotiating
tool,” I replied.
“Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with this!”
“That’s not entirely true, given her affiliation with you. Her life is now
in danger because of the actions of her idiotic lover… Poor girl. I feel
bad for her.”
“We are not lovers!”
“…You really shouldn’t lie to me. My subordinates told me she cried
your name when they carried her off. Your agitation is also plain as
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“I—I will not stray from my ideals for her sake. I killed my own father
for House Frantrude. I am willing to cast aside a girl or two, no
matter how much I may love them.”
Count Frantrude wasn’t stupid. The most effective thing to do in a
hostage situation was to make the captor believe their prisoner was
worthless. Otherwise, the captor would keep trying to leverage their
safety against you.
There was just one problem—Count Frantrude was a terrible actor.
He had no experience in high-pressure situations like this.
On the other hand, I was more than acclimated to people like him.
Persuasion would be a cinch.
“I see. If that’s how you want to play it, we can call it here for the
day. Tomorrow, I might return with a finger of hers. Oh, right, I’m
sure you’d like a sign that she’s safe. I’ll make her write a letter using
the blood dripping from her missing finger. I’ll send one a day until
she has no fingers left,” I stated, whispering the last part into his ear.
I filled my voice with malice.
No matter how strong the count was, he wasn’t used to dealing with
death. This was his first time experiencing the coldness of the world
and the malice of a true assassin. It cut through his bluff as though it
were made of wet paper.
“W-wait. Is Lulu safe?”
“Yes. Provided you don’t try to pull anything, you have my word that
I will treat her with care.”
“What are you after? What is it you want me to do?”
“Wow, you catch on quick.”
I wanted to applaud the count. His teeth were chattering from fear,
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to discuss, not kill him, and he took that to mean I wasn’t interested
in revenge.
He was also right not to attack me or to call for help. He understood
that it was impossible to overpower a monster with might
comparable to the hero’s.
“When it comes time for your testimony at the trial, read this script I
prepared. Do that, and I’ll return your girl to you.”
I casually tossed a note to Count Frantrude. He read it and broke into
a cold sweat.
“You’re telling me I have to betray Marquis Carnalie. I could never. I
owe him everything.”
“…Is that so?”
The script said that Marquis Carnalie threatened and bribed Count
Frantrude into perjury. Marquis Carnalie was the mastermind behind
the plot to frame me.
“This is madness. Marquis Carnalie will never forgive such an
affront… He’ll seek revenge.”
“That won’t be a problem. The marquis will be going to prison.”
I tossed out another document. It contained information showing
where the murder victim had actually died and evidence that
Marquis Carnalie had ordered nobles loyal to him to transport the
corpse to Jombull.
Honestly, the account was only partially true. The majority of its
contents had been fabricated or embellished. I thought most of it
was accurate, but it still lacked some necessary details.
Even so, it was adequate to fool a man whose mind was clouded by
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My agents throughout the country were working to gather evidence
and complete our case. By the day of the trial, we would have
irrefutable proof.
No matter how damning the evidence I presented was, however, it
wouldn’t be quite enough to corner Marquis Carnalie. I needed
Count Frantrude to get me there.
“Wha…? I don’t… This is impossible. It’s only been a few days since
the plan was set in motion. How did you gather all this evidence?
How did you get to my estate? It doesn’t make any sense!”
“Aren’t you aware? I was chosen by the goddess to be a Holy Knight.
She appeared in my dreams and told me that people threatened to
interfere with my efforts to save the world. When I awoke, I was in
the capital.”
It was such a blatant lie that it was comical. As far as the count knew,
however, the only way to explain the speed at which I’d gathered
information and arrived here was to say it was the work of the
goddess.
When my Demonkiller spell became public information, I’d explained
that the goddess had taught it to me. It was well known among
nobles that Lugh Tuatha Dé, Holy Knight, could hear the voice of the
divine.
“This is what the goddess said: ‘Those who interfere with Lugh’s
efforts to save the world will cease to receive my blessings.’ Are you
ready for your life to end?”
“I—I never… I never intended for a second to interfere with saving
the world… If I had known the goddess would abandon me, I…”
“Whatever your intentions were doesn’t mean a thing. The fact of
the matter is the goddess decreed that I would save the world, and
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Count Frantrude slid out of his chair.
I think that’s enough of the stick.
One of the fundamentals of persuasion was the carrot and stick. The
technique involved alternating between negative and positive
reinforcement to induce the desired response.
“Look, there’s a way you can make it out of this—testify as I tell you
to. You can still recover. If you cooperate, you will actually be helping
to save the world. The goddess will be pleased with you. She may
even bless the rest of your life.”
“I will help save the world? But I… I need money. If Marquis Carnalie
gets arrested, my family will be ruined.”
“If that’s all you need, I can provide it. This is all yours if you help
me.”
I pulled a sack stuffed with gold coins out of my Leather Crane Bag
and shoved it into the man’s hands.
The Alvanian Kingdom had already begun using paper money, but
pieces of gold were still in active use when dealing with other
countries, and they were accepted domestically, too.
I chose to use coins because I wanted to gain total dominance over
Count Frantrude. People went crazy for the weight, sound, and
shininess of gold. Paper wouldn’t have had the same effect.
Immediately, the count’s eyes lit up. He opened the bag and peered
inside.
It was no small sum. Fortunately, now that I had completed the
telecommunications network, I could make as much money as I
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“This is three times what that cheapskate Marquis Carnalie promised
you. It’s enough to forgive your father’s debt. You have no need to
cater to those upstarts ever again.”
Marquis Carnalie’s scheme had a few significant holes. In his rush to
advance the plan, he’d been sloppy, leaving behind lots of evidence.
However, his biggest mistake was going cheap on the bribery. Paying
off his most important witness with a stingy one thousand gold coins
was going to be his downfall.
“By the goddess…”
It looked like the carrot was quite effective. One more push was all it
would take to break Count Frantrude’s mind completely.
I had one more trick up my sleeve.
“Use that money to buy your freedom. Then get your revenge on
Marquis Carnalie for deceiving and exploiting you.”
“He deceived me? What do you mean?”
“Do you really have no idea?”
I shrugged to feign disbelief.
“You seem to be grateful to Marquis Carnalie for purchasing your
works of art and introducing you to the upstarts.”
“Th-that’s right. If he hadn’t purchased all those paintings and
sculptures and set me up with those wealthy commoners, House
Frantrude would have gone under long ago.”
The count genuinely believed he owed everything to Marquis
Carnalie. Things could not have been going better for me.
“…There’s such a thing as being too trusting, you know. There were
some counterfeits among the pieces that your father collected. But
ninety percent of them were genuine, and the remaining ten percent
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“That’s a lie! I hired an inspector to confirm they were fake.”
“That inspector was an accomplice of Marquis Carnalie. I have
something I think you should see. I drew up a list of the clients
Marquis Carnalie sold art to. Galatea’s Necklace was sold to Baron
Dolaira, Frattora’s Vase went to Viscount Marleeda, Faran Furulu’s
landscape painting was bought by the Balor Company, and the list
goes on. Marquis Carnalie fenced every single one for a high price. If
you don’t believe me, you can confirm it yourself. I’m sure you have
an acquaintance or two on this list. Visit their estates and ask to see
the art they purchased. They’ll be thrilled at the chance to show off
their expensive treasures.”
“What? Th-this can’t be…”
“Your father was a fool, but he had a real eye for finery. His
collection was worth more than what he spent to acquire it. If the
works had all been sold for the appropriate price, you’d be filthy
rich.”
Count Frantrude’s father had loved art deeply, and he only bought
pieces of the utmost quality. He was a disaster as the ruler of a
domain, but he was a true expert as a collector. Even the
counterfeits he got fooled into purchasing did nothing to diminish his
skill of evaluation, given that they were all of higher quality than the
originals. He relied not on knowledge but on his heart and his eye for
creativity when choosing beautiful pieces.
“Marquis Carnalie is also receiving a commission from the upstarts
he introduced you to. The man played you like a fiddle. He’s made
House Frantrude sell its honor and has profited massively in the
process. Are you going to let him get away with this?”
I’d nearly burst out laughing upon discovering all this myself. You
didn’t see a case of someone being fooled and bled dry to this extent
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Count Frantrude was a smart man, but he was naive and overly
convinced of his father’s foolishness. The marquis had seized upon
that.
“Wh-what have I done…? I—I have to make him pay!”
“Here’s your chance to do just that. As you can see, I have evidence
that pins Marquis Carnalie as the true criminal. All you have to do is
provide testimony, and he’ll be ruined. Once the trial is over, you can
start a new life with this money. With Lulu by your side.”
“I can avenge myself…and never have to worry about money again.
And Lulu…”
“There’s no doubt the goddess will bless you and Lulu for helping to
save the world.”
“I can be with Lulu…with the goddess watching over us…”
Count Frantrude swallowed audibly and clutched the bag of money
tight. He was no longer afraid, and his eyes were trained on the
future.
I’d used the carrot and stick, then filled him with a desire for
revenge. Count Frantrude was now my puppet, and he would dance
as I wished.
My work in the royal capital was complete. It was time to get back to
Tuatha Dé.
My operatives throughout the world were busy gathering
information to bring down Marquis Carnalie. Come the day of the
trial, I would wear an innocent look as I brought down the one trying
to destroy me.
He was going to spend the rest of his life in jail regretting trying to
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 Chapter 10 | The Assassin Is Taken to
the Capital

I returned to Tuatha Dé, having finished my work in the capital.

Even though I was home, I kept busy using the telecommunications
network to collect information. Just yesterday, I’d finally gained
enough evidence to complete the documents proving that Marquis
Carnalie was the true criminal.
“Just in time…”
Having an instant method of communication was such a massive
advantage that it was unfair.
Normally when gathering data from all over, it would take days just
to send orders to your on-site agents, and then days again for their
reports to arrive. Additionally, new revelations could lead to more
targets to investigate and more time waiting for commands and
replies to travel. It all involved a lot of delays.
The only reason I was able to put together these documents on such
short notice was because I was able to issue orders swiftly.
If one controlled information, they controlled the world. It was no
exaggeration to say that I could conquer the planet with this
telecommunications network if I wanted to.
“Coming in, Lugh!”
Dia opened the door and walked into my room. Barging into my
room without knocking wasn’t a case of bad manners; I had an
agreement with Dia and Tarte that if my door was unlocked, they
were free to come in.
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Dia always wore a particular expression when she’d finished crafting
some new magic.
“That’s right! I really like this one. Here, write it down for me. I can’t
test it until you do.”
Dia proudly explained her new spell.
I’d been too busy lately to help with magic development. As such, I
was relying entirely on her.
Earlier, I’d taught Dia a decent amount of knowledge from my
previous world that I thought might be useful for magic, and she was
doing a superb job of using that to make spells. There were times she
even came up with ideas I’d never considered.
Without her help, my magic wouldn’t be nearly as diverse.
“That’s definitely interesting,” I said.
“Your phones and hang gliders made me realize something—magic is
useful for more than just battle. Wouldn’t this spell be handy?” she
replied.
“Yeah, it’s great.”
Once again, I had to admit that Dia was a genius. This formula was
something I’d never have conceived of.
Judging by its function, it was clear she made this for me because I
was about to leave for the trial in the royal capital. She was probably
too embarrassed to say as much out loud, though.
“Ahem, are you prepared for the trial? You’ll be branded as a
criminal if you lose. You can’t let that happen.”
“I’m as ready as can be. My evidence is perfect. How the trial goes
will depend on how many cards he has up his sleeve that I haven’t
predicted.”
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“I’ll manage. No matter what he has prepared, I’ll be able to
thoroughly refute his claims.”
“That’s good to hear. I’ve been feeling so frustrated, though. I’m
useless in these sorts of situations, and I wasn’t very helpful in the
capital, either.”
Dia gave me an apologetic look, and I shook my head at her.
“That’s not true. I was only able to write the formula I used to
construct the telecommunications network because of a rule you
discovered. You were a great help in the royal capital.”
“I don’t recall doing anything.”
“He jumped at the chance to meet us because of the prospect of
inviting three noble ladies to his party. You two also did a great job of
serving as my foils.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You know how I gave you both clothes and makeup to intentionally
ruin your beauty? I also made sure you didn’t fit his taste in women. I
did that for two reasons: The first was to protect you, while the
second was to ensure that my beauty stood out by comparison.
Additionally, I displayed a constant concern and desire to protect you
two. Count Frantrude prefers women who look after others, so that
earned me his favor. A person’s attractiveness is always relative and
dependent on emotion. Using other people as a foil to stand out is a
common technique.”
I’d engineered Dia’s and Tarte’s appearances so that they wouldn’t
fit his type and made them rank lower than me in noble society. This
created a contrast that emphasized my beauty.
“I don’t know if I should be happy or hate you for that! Either way, I
want you to keep relying on us. You always seem to go off and do
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“Really? I feel like I’m constantly leaning on you.”
“Do so even more. I am your older sister, after all.”
“You’re my younger sister now, though.”
“Grr…”
Dia puffed out her cheeks. It was so cute that I just had to smile. She
had no idea how big a help she already was to me.
“Ah, looks like they’ve arrived. Watch over things here while I’m
gone,” I said.
I looked outside and saw a jet-black carriage parked in front of the
estate. That particular style of buggy was only used by government
officials sent to meet suspects and transport them to the capital.
“Good luck, Lugh,” wished Dia.
I was going to the capital alone. Because I was the accused, I wasn’t
permitted to bring anyone with me. Dia and Tarte couldn’t assist me
in the trial anyway.
The moment I got up to go meet the government official, someone
came hurrying into my room. It was a breathless Tarte.
“Lord Lugh! I have provisions for the journey!” she announced,
thrusting a large basket into my hands.
A sweet aroma wafted from the food within.
“This is bread that will keep for the trip! I baked it because I thought
you might not get a proper meal over there. Safe travels, my lord.”
Looking in the basket, I saw a long-lasting type of bread that
contained different fruits and pickled nuts. I’d taught Tarte this
recipe as part of survival training. Evidently, she hadn’t forgotten
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Perhaps she chose to make this for me in the hope it might help me
survive this ordeal.
“Thank you, Tarte. I’ll gladly take it.”
Truthfully, I’d forgotten that I would need to bring food.
I was being taken to the capital as a suspect. I hadn’t yet been
convicted, so under normal circumstances, there would be no reason
to treat me poorly.
However, there was nothing standard about this predicament. Given
Marquis Carnalie’s plot to ruin me, he may have bribed the
government official to harass me and rob me of my decision-making
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Tormenting your opponent, denying them meals, and sapping their
willpower were all common tactics to hinder their ability to debate in
a trial.
I gratefully stored Tarte’s basket in the Leather Crane Bag along with
the documents for the court case. I then folded up the Leather Crane
Bag, put it into a plastic container I produced with an original spell,
and swallowed it.
Thankfully, I could fold the Leather Crane Bag small enough that it fit
in the palm of my hand. Had it been larger, this trick would’ve been
far more difficult.
“Uh, Lugh, that bag is really important! Why the heck did you
swallow it?!” asked Dia incredulously.
“I swallowed it because it’s important. With a little practice, it’s
possible to store things in your stomach and take them out
whenever you want. They might confiscate any belongings on my
person, so I need to hide it,” I explained.
“Do you ever run out of surprises?!”
I also could’ve easily hidden the Leather Crane Bag in my rectum.
This was a relatively popular technique. Spies regularly concealed
communication devices between their butt cheeks, and criminals hid
drugs in body cavities to pass through customs.
“You’re amazing, my lord… Oh no, I messed up again.” Tarte cast her
eyes to the floor.
“What’s wrong?” I questioned.
“I forgot about your Leather Crane Bag. I should have made softer
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The panic was plain on Tarte’s face. She’d baked me something
resembling fruitcake. It was firm and held little moisture so that it
would keep for a long period of time.
“It’s okay, this is fine. I’m happy to have it. I’ll be back in about one
week. You’ll both be in trouble if you don’t finish your homework by
then, okay?” Hoping to ease the girls’ tension, I cracked a joke.
“Ha-ha, I’ll get it all done!” said Dia.
“I will master it before you get back!” promised Tarte.
It would’ve been a waste to not have them do anything while I was
away, so I decided to give them a special assignment.
I was sure they would both grow a lot by the time I returned.

The government official knocked on the door with obvious

impatience. Normally, a servant would have greeted him, but this
time I did so myself.
“How may I help you?” I asked.
“Is Lugh Tuatha Dé here?!”
The man at the door was middle-aged and slightly shorter than me.
He had an overbearing and vulgar manner.
“I am Lugh.”
“You should have received a letter a few days ago. I’m taking you to
the capital under suspicion for the murder of Count Marlentott.”
No such letter had been delivered, of course. They’d tried to catch
me unaware by staging an accident that kept the missive from
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I started shouting in response, saying I never received that kind of
letter, I didn’t know what he was talking about, and there must have
been a mistake. I watched for the man’s reaction as I gave my
performance.
If he had just been a normal government official, he probably would
have found it odd that I never received the letter and then explained
the situation to me. However, this man had undoubtedly been
bribed…
“You shame yourself, murderer! Follow me now!” he yelled,
threatening me by drawing the sword at his hip. A mocking smile
spread across his face.
He knew the letter never arrived.
“Okay, I’ll go. I can prove my innocence.”
He punched me in the face as soon as I said that. I could tell from the
blow that he was a mage. That made sense—only someone with
mana would be qualified to take a noble in as a suspect.
I had anticipated the strike, and the slowness of his blow made it
easy to turn my head to lessen the impact. It looked like a hard
strike, but it barely hurt at all.
Despite that, I staggered and fell on my back, then held my cheek in
terror.
“They call you a Holy Knight? How pathetic! Don’t give me that
rebellious look. I don’t see any remorse for what you’ve done! I’m
gonna beat it into you by the time we reach the capital!”
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After I got into the carriage, my hands were bound, and a blindfold
was wrapped around my head. They even gagged me so I wouldn’t
be able to perform any incantations.
Next, they seized all my belongings, just as I expected they would. All
they did was give me a light frisking, though; it could hardly be called
thorough.
Two people were assigned to watch me, and it was apparent they
were both in the pocket of Marquis Carnalie.
What happened after I entered the carriage was comically
predictable. They showered me with verbal abuse, let my meal slip
out of their hands and fall on the floor when it was time to eat, and
regularly stepped on my feet.
The two government officials were unconscious. Their eyes were
open, and their bodies were totally relaxed.
With them in that state, I undid the iron chains binding my hands and
removed the gag.
I took out my Leather Crane Bag without difficulty and ate the bread
Tarte had made me. It was hard, but the plentiful dried fruits and
nuts gave it a luxurious taste.
I was also grateful to find a flask full of warm soup in the basket. The
broth calmed my frayed nerves.
“That was delicious. Tarte’s grown even more skilled as a cook.”
I would have gone hungry if not for her efforts. Now that I had a full
stomach, I read over the documents for the trial again.
Meanwhile, the government officials were muttering to themselves
creepily. They were motionless except for their twitching fingers.
I’d injected a drug into their necks using needles. These fools weren’t
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Plus, binding, blindfolding, and gagging me wasn’t nearly enough to
keep me from striking their vitals.
The drug was a very strong truth serum I’d prepared. I gave them
such a strong dose that it left them unsure of the boundary between
fantasy and reality. The amount left a person dreaming with their
eyes open, seeing what they wished to.
Judging by their muttering, it seemed like they were both tormenting
me in their dreams.
I was a rich noble and the heir to my house. I was good-looking and
praised by everyone. As such, both of these two despised me, and
they were having the time of their lives beating me up while I was
incapable of fighting back.
The advantage of this serum was the realism of the delusions it
induced, which lasted for hours. That was why I didn’t use a drug
that would have simply knocked them out. Their memories of the
delusions would remain, and they wouldn’t realize what I had done
even after they returned to their senses.
I was going to administer the drug regularly until we reached the
capital. That would keep them quiet and serve me later on. Regular
injections opened one’s mind and made them susceptible to
suggestion. I was planning on giving them a slightly different kind of
chemical the day before we arrived at the capital in order to turn
them to my side and gain their cooperation.
“I never really wanted to use this on anyone, though. The
aftereffects are nasty.”
If they had been simple government officials, I would have behaved
during the trip. However, they had been bribed and took delight in
tormenting me. I wasn’t so kind as to care about the suffering of
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“Okay… I’ve read the documents enough times. I guess I’ll work on
some magic development.”
I hadn’t gotten quiet time like this in a while. A little enjoyable
research was just what I needed.
I took out a pen and some paper.
Dia had been surprising me with one spell after another lately. I
needed to make something that would astonish her.
There was one idea I’d been considering for a while. Dia would surely
be delighted when I showed it to her, and then she would build upon
it to fashion more new magic.

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 Chapter 11 | The Assassin Goes to
Trial

We arrived in the capital after a few days of travel. I had totally

brainwashed the observers and turned them into my loyal servants.
“Nothing to report. He sat there in dejected silence the entire time
without any resistance. His possessions have been seized.”
That was what I had them say.
The substance I had used to brainwash them was very useful. There
were plants in this world that could be fed mana to amplify their
medicinal effects as they grew, which meant significantly stronger
drugs could be made here than in my previous world.
I appreciated these chemicals, but I took heed of the danger that
someone could use them on me as well.
There were nobles who made a fortune on pharmaceuticals. I had
knowledge from my previous life and from House Tuatha Dé, which
was famed for its medical knowledge, but even then, I doubted I
could rival nobles who specialized in the subject. It wouldn’t have
surprised me at all if they possessed drugs more vicious than what I
had.
“…I’m being treated this way even after arriving in the capital.”
I sighed at the situation I had wound up in. They had covered my
eyes and mouth and restrained my arms and legs even in my jail cell.
This was way overboard for a suspect who hadn’t been convicted
yet. Marquis Carnalie had used his influence to ensure I was treated
this way. His plan was to cut me off from the world to keep me
clueless about the crime he was framing me for and overpower me
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I had to give him credit for his thoroughness. Still, he had no idea
who he was messing with. I had already used my intelligence agents
to bribe a number of the prison guards. Those guards let me do as I
wished while it was their shift to watch me.
One of the guards told me that the case was tomorrow, exactly as
my intel had said.
I decided it was time to slip out of my jail cell for a bit. Those
watching me had been bought off by my agents, so I had plenty of
time. I would return after obtaining one final weapon for tomorrow’s
trial.

My trial began the next day in a courthouse in the royal capital.

The hearing was open to the public, so nobles and people qualified
to reside in the capital could watch from the spectator seating. This
kept the judge and the plaintiff in check, as having witnesses
prevented them from performing an unjust trial. This newly
introduced system was keeping fraudulent charges down.
Interest was high in my trial because I was a Holy Knight and had
already defeated two demons, so the courthouse was packed.
I spotted Nevan in the audience, grinning at me as if nothing were
amiss. She must have heard about the case.
She doesn’t look worried. Normally, people are finished by the time
they’re put in this position, though.
Trials weren’t held in Alvan unless there was evidence that proved
guilt with near certainty. In other words, the verdict was decided the
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Usually, the plaintiff’s evidence would be read and thrust before the
defendant, who would be told to confess. If they did so, they would
be officially branded a criminal. Even if they didn’t, though, the judge
had the right to declare the evidence valid and convict them anyway.
Marquis Carnalie himself stepped to the podium as the plaintiff and
read his fabricated documents without faltering.
He was stout with a face colored by greed, and he behaved in a
haughty manner. He fit the stereotype of a corrupt noble so perfectly
that I almost laughed.
I waited for him to finish without interrupting.
“This evidence clearly shows that Lugh Tuatha Dé abused his
privileges as the Holy Knight to intentionally kill Count Marlentott,
who had been in a feud with House Tuatha Dé. It is an outrage that
he would take the rights awarded to him to protect the country’s
peace and abuse them for his own self-interest! He deserves severe
punishment!” proclaimed Marquis Carnalie.
His claim was almost verbatim what my intelligence said it would be.
“The defendant may now speak,” announced the judge.
“I did not kill Count Marlentott, and there was never any feud
between him and House Tuatha Dé. This accusation is a total lie. A
thorough investigation of his evidence should make this apparent,” I
said.
“You disgrace yourself, Lugh Tuatha Dé. I even have a witness. Count
Frantrude happened to be in Jombull at the time, and he saw
everything. I have called him here today. Your Honor, permission to
have him deliver testimony,” the marquis responded.
“Granted. Your witness may take the stand.”
Count Frantrude, the man I’d won to my side by cross-dressing,
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“I was in Jombull the day the demon attacked, and I happened to
catch sight of Lugh Tuatha Dé as he fought. He looked divine as he
battled the powerful monsters, utterly devoid of fear. It was
captivating. He appeared like a legendary knight out of a fairy tale,
and despite the danger to my person, I was rooted to the spot.”
Wow, that’s a surprise.
It was clear that he wasn’t lying. He actually had witnessed my fight
against Liogel.
“During the struggle, something diverted his attention from the
monsters. He saw Count Marlentott. The count had been knocked off
his feet while trying to flee. Lugh Tuatha Dé laughed, then kicked
some rubble toward him. The rubble hit Count Marlentott in the
head and killed him. I am confident he did it on purpose.”
Everyone in the audience began to talk at once.
“That’s horrible.”
“To think the Holy Knight would do such a thing.”
“Sure, he’s the Holy Knight, but he’s still a lowly baron’s son.”
I heard many such comments among the uproar.
“Silence!”
The judge struck his podium with his gavel, and silence returned to
the courthouse.
“You are sure of this, Count Frantrude?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s the truth.”
Marquis Carnalie smirked to himself after Count Frantrude finished.
He surely thought he had this in the bag.
But he was getting way ahead of himself. He was so intent on setting
me up that he didn’t realize I was the one trapping him.

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Count Frantrude was not done yet. He took a deep breath, then once
again began to speak.
“What I mean to say is it’s the truth that Marquis Carnalie
threatened me into saying that. He blackmailed and bribed me into
giving false testimony. Given that he used me this way, I say it’s likely
the rest of his evidence is fabricated as well. Your Honor, I am not
here today to frame a Holy Knight for a crime but instead to charge
Marquis Carnalie for bullying me into committing perjury!”
Marquis Carnalie’s face went pale. His earlier confidence had
vanished.
The audience grew even louder than before.
Marquis Carnalie hadn’t expected for a second that Count Frantrude
would betray him. He had been overly confident of the man’s
cooperation. I, on the other hand, had known about this upset.
It was common for things to go wrong during an assassination or any
other operation. Professionals made sure to prepare a plan B or a
plan C for such occurrences.
Only an amateur trusted everything would go off without a hitch.
“You fool! Have you lost your mind?!” exclaimed Marquis Carnalie.
“I’m the one who’s lost my mind?! You’re the one pinning a felony
on a Holy Knight who risks his life to protect this country, nay, the
world. And for what? Repulsive jealousy. I could never do such a
thing! You can have your money back. Threaten me all you like. I
have decided to abide by my own sense of justice and expose your
plan for the good of the kingdom!”
Mentally, I was applauding Count Frantrude. He was giving a
convincing performance, and he quickly won over the entire
audience. I was the one who had written the script, but it resonated
as much as it did because of the actor’s skill.

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I decided I would increase his reward.
“Your Honor, I don’t know what has come over my witness. I ask that
you invalidate his testimony,” requested Marquis Carnalie.
“I will do no such thing. It does not look to me like he is lying. If what
he says is true, Marquis Carnalie, you’ll be standing here not as the
plaintiff but as the defendant,” the judge stated.
“That’s absurd. I swear by the goddess, I’ve done no such thing.”
He truly has no shame.
Struggling was going to get him nowhere at this point.
The trial was shifting in my favor. It was time to deliver the final
blow.
“Your Honor, may I make my argument? I prepared some documents
regarding this case. They contain evidence that Marquis Carnalie has
been unjustly plotting my downfall. Please take a look at this
summary first,” I said.
I had gathered a massive amount of proof, and it would have taken a
long time for anyone to read through it all. For that reason, I’d
drafted a synopsis and prepared many documents to supplement it.
The judge ordered his aide to collect the papers from me and bring
them to him.
Pure shock colored Marquis Carnalie’s face. He had ordered for my
things to be seized and for any documents found to be destroyed. He
was also under the belief that I had been brought here ignorant of
the situation and without any time to prepare.
“Good heavens, this says that Count Marlentott wasn’t killed in
Jombull, but here in the capital, and that Marquis Carnalie ordered
his body transported to Jombull after the fact. That’s not all—the
feud between House Tuatha Dé and Count Marlentott was
fabricated, and it was actually Marquis Carnalie who had a hostile

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relationship with the late count… This is very interesting,”
commented the judge.
“Lies! It’s all lies!” screamed the marquis.
“That is a possibility. But these accounts are far more convincing
than the evidence you brought here today. I believe we could use
them to prove your guilt. At the very least, I cannot convict Lugh
Tuatha Dé here today. Your witness was the only person at the scene
of the purported crime. Now that he has retracted his testimony,
there is not one person who saw Lugh Tuatha Dé murder Count
Marlentott.”
“B-but, uh… That’s circumstantial evidence!”
“Everything suggests that you are more suspicious than Lugh Tuatha
Dé. Marquis Carnalie, do you know what it will mean for you if Lugh
Tuatha Dé’s documents are verified?”
Falsifying evidence in court was a very serious offense. That alone
could result in compulsory labor designed specifically for nobles and
the demolition of his house.
To make matters worse for him, he’d tried to try to hinder the
person entrusted with saving the country all because of a personal
grudge. This was a major crime.
What’s more, he was also guilty of killing a noble. Marquis Carnalie
was ruined.
“I’m innocent! Who are you going to believe, the head of the
honorable House Carnalie or some lowly baron’s brat?!” he shouted.
What an imbecile. That statement revealed his hostility toward me
for all to see.
It made him look bad in the eyes of the audience. His behavior was
enough to convince anyone he’d frame me.
The judge squinted as if he was thinking the same thing.

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“To answer your question, I must believe him over you. He has risked
his life multiple times to repel the demons. Judging by his
achievements alone, he surpasses even the hero as this country’s
greatest hope. I have reached my verdict. Lugh Tuatha Dé is
innocent. Subsequently, I am ordering an investigation into Marquis
Carnalie using these documents as a foundation. Depending on the
results, a trial will be held to prosecute him. Because I believe there
is a high risk he will destroy evidence or flee in order to protect
himself, I am exercising my authority as judge to arrest Marquis
Carnalie until the inspection is complete,” announced the judge.
The door behind the judge opened, and knights entered to restrain
Marquis Carnalie.
“Don’t be absurd! I’m a marquis! A Carnalie! Why won’t you do as I
say?! I-I’m innocent!”
He passed by me as he was led away. I used a wind spell to carry
sound as he did so. The magic assured that only those I wanted
would hear my words.
“Don’t think this is over yet. I ransacked your estate while you were
away. You’ve been getting up to some really crooked activities. I’m
going to expose it all to the public and end you. I won’t stop there,
either. Your associates are going down, too. You’ll spend the rest of
your days in jail wishing you never messed with me.”
I filled my voice with malice.
A stain formed on Marquis Carnalie’s pants. Someone in the
audience noticed it, and whispers spread through the crowd. Before
long, people started pointing at him and erupting in laughter.
Marquis Carnalie’s face went red, and he trembled from humiliation.
For someone as proud as him, there was no greater disgrace.
He had set out to satisfy himself by ruining the impudent son of a
baron, but now he was the one ruined beyond saving.

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“Lugh Tuatha Dé, I extend my deepest regrets to you. If we can
corroborate the information in these documents, we will confiscate
Marquis Carnalie’s private funds as per regulations and use it to pay
you indemnities,” said the judge.
“No apology necessary, Your Honor. I’m just grateful you believed
me,” I responded.
I was glad I got such a levelheaded judge. My greatest fear was that
Marquis Carnalie had bought the judge. Had that been the case, it
would’ve been a tough fight.
Bribing a judge was a major offense on its own, however, and
would’ve been very risky.
…If I had been trying to bring someone down the way Marquis
Carnalie just was, however, I would have done it. If I used every
method of persuasion available to me, it would be hard but possible.
Even if the bribery failed, I could just silence the judge before they
could tell anyone about it.
In the end, the reason he lost was because he did nothing a small-
time villain couldn’t do. He wasn’t nearly ready to pick a fight with
me.
All right, time to test the gift I nabbed for myself.
I’d slipped out of my jail cell yesterday to sneak into his estate. My
goal was to find dirt on him for insurance.
Marquis Carnalie had amassed a large collection of valuable goods,
all of which had been procured through wicked means similar to how
he’d cheated Count Frantrude. Thinking I might find something
interesting, I’d cased the estate thoroughly.
I was right to do so. I found a divine treasure that not even my
agents knew about.

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This was the second divine treasure in my possession. I hoped to
study it to learn more about the workings of divine treasures than I
could from the Leather Crane Bag alone. Plus, it undoubtedly
possessed helpful properties of its own.
Acquiring such a valuable item made the recent hassle worthwhile.
That was why I could find it in my generous heart to forgive Marquis
Carnalie. I wasn’t interested in fixating on him.
That said, he was going to be tried in court regardless of whether I
continued to get involved.
I prayed that he would find it in himself to repent for his misdeeds.
He would probably die or attempt suicide before he ever
repented…but that was none of my concern.

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 Chapter 12 | The Assassin Tests a
New Divine Treasure

After successfully absolving myself, I was set free after completing a

bit of paperwork.
Prison life was too cramped for my liking. Admittedly, though, I could
break in and out of a cell of that caliber at will, and it was actually
nice to have free time to devote to magic development.
But more importantly…
“Airgetlam… Certainly never expected him to be hiding a divine
treasure.”
After checking to make sure that no one was around, I took out the
divine treasure that I’d pilfered from Marquis Carnalie’s vault.
It looked like a silver artificial arm. False limbs weren’t all that rare,
actually. Airgetlam was special because it was a perfect one that
contained a reactor core.
The device was perfect in every sense; it could be attached to
anyone’s body and function flawlessly as an arm with no sense of
discomfort. It reproduced the exact same mobility, flexibility, and
sense of touch possessed by a flesh-and-blood arm.
It was also extremely durable, and according to legend, it could even
endure a blow from Gáe Bolg, the spear that Setanta had wielded.
The advantages didn’t stop there. Mana constantly flowed from the
reactor core. I watched it closely with my Tuatha Dé eyes and saw
that the amount of magical energy it outputted rivaled Dia’s. In other
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I was also surprised to see that Airgetlam’s mana changed to match
that of its owner’s upon contact. That meant its power could be used
as your own.
This divine treasure was ridiculously convenient. So much so that I
was tempted to cut off one of my own arms and attach it in its place.
“…That would probably make Dia and Tarte sad, though.”
I could swap out my right arm for the divine treasure, but I didn’t
intend to at the moment. I didn’t think either of the girls would be
happy about me having a magical tool for a limb, even if it did make
me stronger. I also wanted to be able to embrace them with my own
two hands.
Actually, wait. There were no rules that said I needed to have just
two arms or that the artificial arm needed to be attached to my body
at all times.
Airgetlam was activated by attaching it to nerves. That meant it
could be used in ways beyond a mere arm replacement.
This warranted further investigation.

Before leaving the courthouse, I sneaked into a private room and

radically changed my appearance using tools for disguise that I
carried around in my Leather Crane Bag.
This case had drawn a tremendous amount of attention, and I would
have been bombarded with questions if I left the building as Lugh
Tuatha Dé.
Just as I expected, I left the courthouse to find a crowd searching for
me. I cut through the throng and emerged on the other side without
anyone realizing who I was.

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Nevan wasn’t there. She’d smiled at me and left as soon as the trial
was resolved. I doubt she came because she was concerned. She
likely came to see what I was capable of. I was sure my performance
satisfied her.
I handed a letter to an intelligence agent in the crowd. The operative
hadn’t seen through my disguise, either, but we had agreed on a
gesture I could use to show him it was me.
The message was for Maha. I’d written it to thank her for all the help
she gave me with this case and to give her an additional request. It
also stated that I intended to meet her tomorrow.
She’d been taking on a lot for my sake, and I hadn’t given her the
proper appreciation. Maha had carried the largest burden during this
latest challenge and had undoubtedly worried the most about me.
Maha was the manager of my information network and could see
everything that was going on with the case. She couldn’t help but
speculate as a result.
“It’s windy,” I said to myself.
A storm was approaching. Judging from the movement of the clouds,
the humidity, and the temperature, it would hit in the evening and
pass before morning.
Flying during inclement weather would be tough. It wasn’t
impossible, but it would be exhausting. I wouldn’t be able to use
Windbreak to nullify the gale because the hang glider required it to
fly, and being pelted by the heavy rain would be miserable.
I decided that I would stay at an inn and play with my new toy, then
head for Milteu as soon as the storm passed.
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The rain had been beating against my window at the inn all night.
Just as I predicted, a storm had hit the capital.
I was glad I had decided to wait. I did not want to fly in that storm.
“…It works just as I thought it would.”
I analyzed Airgetlam, my new divine treasure, in my room at the inn
and learned a few things.
Airgetlam did connect to the body physically, but that was only
secondary to the connection via the spiritual path, which concerned
the mystical and magical realm rather than science. Given that, I
believed it was possible to use it without cutting off an arm.
I attached the arm to a knife and then stabbed it into my shoulder.
The blade gouged into my flesh so that I couldn’t remove it, and I felt
tremendous pain.
Airgetlam’s power healed the wound and closed it, and then the arm
connected to me physically.
However, it still remained motionless. The reason for that was
simple—the spiritual path from my shoulder to my hand was
currently only linked to my arm. Airgetlam’s connection to the
spiritual path was being blocked.
However, I did see it try to link with my Tuatha Dé eyes. By observing
the movement of mana, I formed a rough estimation of the formula.
Even now, Airgetlam was searching for a connection to the spiritual
path. That made it extremely easy to analyze.
“This looks doable.”
I had come across similar formulas during my time researching spells.
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spiritual path. For example, one circulated fire mana through the
spiritual path to temporarily cover the body in flame for a powerful,
life-risking attack.
A line to the spiritual path could not be secured without cutting off
an arm… But I could fix that by creating a new line.
I decided to fashion a spell that would form a branch from the path
that traveled from my shoulder to my arm. As I wrote, I couldn’t help
but think about how much better Dia’s version would have been. She
was far superior to me where the intricacies of magic were
concerned. When I got home, I would have to show her this.
For now, my goal was to get Airgetlam to a usable state. I would be
satisfied if I could just get it to move.
I devoted myself fully to magic development. It was rough going, but
I felt like I was making gradual progress.
When I finished the spell I desired, I lifted my head to see that
morning had come, and the storm had passed. I had been immersed
in my work for hours.
“Okay, I’ll go ahead and chant it… Marionette.”
That was the name I had chosen for this new bit of magic. The spell
activated, and just as I hoped, the spiritual path from my shoulder
branched off. Then Airgetlam, which was still stabbed into my body,
found the connection it was searching for. I extended the path and
linked to it.
For a moment, I nearly blacked out.
An intense discomfort overcame me. The information load Airgetlam
poured into me was enormous, and it was a ceaseless burden on my
brain. I was able to handle it because I employed the skill Limitless
Growth to increase my mental capacity, but it would have fried
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Arms contained an enormous amount of information. A human arm
had many movable parts, including the fingers, the wrist, the elbow,
and the shoulder, and each muscle had to be controlled as well.
Normally, Airgetlam cut into the resources the owner used on their
severed natural arm, but because I had forcibly added it on to my
shoulder, the data required to move that arm flooded into my brain
all at once.
Humans were designed to function with two arms. Controlling three
was unnatural, and it was inevitable that there would be
complications as my body attempted to process it. It felt wrong and
intensely uncomfortable.
Despite that, my strengthened brain somehow adapted.
“…It’s connected. Hmm, I could get used to this.”
After Airgetlam linked to the spiritual path, the mana created in its
reactor core flowed into me. The arm also possessed the ability to
strengthen my self-healing and rejuvenate my body.
What’s more, I sensed that I could use Airgetlam as a medium
through which to release magical power. I could combine it with the
power I outputted from my body to double my instantaneous mana
discharge.
My instantaneous mana discharge had always been my biggest
weakness. Despite my capacity being off the charts, the portion of it
that I could release in one go didn’t even exceed what an ordinary
mage could achieve. This would do a lot to overcome that weakness.
Also…
“I have perfect control over its movement.”
I was successfully able to use the artificial arm to draw a concealed
knife from an interior pocket and swing it. The movement was
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The problem was that I couldn’t move my new silver limb without
making a conscious effort. For the moment, I wasn’t able to influence
it on reflex.
Okay, let’s figure this out.
Still, there were already many uses for Airgetlam. Hiding it under
loose clothing made it perfect for surprise attacks.
For example, I could use it to break through my clothes without
warning during a sword fight and swing a blade. No one would be
able to react to that. After all, it would never occur to anyone that a
person had a third arm.
There were plenty of other fun applications as well. This new divine
treasure was a massive advantage that significantly bolstered my
capabilities.
“That’s good enough for now.”
I withdrew the artificial arm from my shoulder. Blood spurted from
the deep wound, but it was quickly healed by the effects of Rapid
Recovery.
All right, I succeeded in using this divine treasure.
Later, I intended to study it further to deduce how else I might use its
technology. Its control was so precise that it could be used as an arm.
There was plenty I could learn from it.
“Guess I should get going. It’s already morning, and I’m sure Maha is
excited to see me.”
The sun was rising, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
It was a much better time for flying.
I was sure Maha would be angry with me initially for going so long
without visiting, but that would quickly turn to joy at seeing me
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 Chapter 13 | The Assassin’s Little
Sister’s Request

I soared through the air and arrived in Milteu. Because I was going to
visit Maha, I went as Illig Balor, not Lugh Tuatha Dé.
I approached a spot where one of the communication devices was
buried, accessed it with my mobile phone, set it to Dia, Tarte, and
Maha’s channel, and activated it. I wanted to tell them I was safe.
“This is Lugh. The trial ended successfully in my acquittal. The plan is
to spend the day working in Milteu and then return tomorrow.”
I was about to end the call there, but someone else accessed the
telecommunications network, and voices began to come through.
“Thank goodness you’re safe, my lord! I’ll have your favorite
food ready when you return.”
“Why the heck did you take so long to contact us? We were
worried sick!”
“Tarte, Dia. I told you both yesterday that he was safe.”
“But I couldn’t possibly relax until I heard Lord Lugh’s voice
directly.”
“Same here. I pulled an all-nighter waiting for you, Lugh. I’ve
been too worried to even work on spells.”
It was Tarte, Dia, and Maha.
Maha had a communication device in her room, but Dia and Tarte
couldn’t receive transmissions with their phones unless they went to
the mountain behind the estate. They must have been so worried
about me that they went there yesterday and remained there until
hearing from me. I had taught Tarte survival techniques, so they’d
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 “Sorry for worrying you. I have gifts for you both when I get
back. Maha, I’ll meet you in two to three hours.”
“I’m all ready for you here. I adjusted my work schedule so I
would have time after the trial. I have all the time in the world for
you today, dear brother.”
“Aw man, I’m so jealous. I want to go on a date with Lugh, too,”
said Dia.
“That’s rich coming from someone who lives with him,” Maha
fired back.
“You’re right. Sorry, Maha. Hey, do you want to meet up
sometime? It’s weird that we’ve never met.”
“Yeah, it is. I’ll make time in my schedule for you. I have plenty
I’d like to talk to you about. We should pick a meeting point.”
“We should do this without Lugh, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Do I want to know what this is about…?” I asked.
Just what were they planning on talking about in my absence?
“There are some things you can’t talk about with a guy
present.”
“There’s no need to fear, dear brother. I don’t want to fight her
or anything. I would never do anything to upset you.”
“Yeah, I just want to make friends. Talking like this is already
doing a lot to bring us closer.”
It sounded like nothing to worry about. That was a relief. I decided I
would give them their space for their girl talk.
“I’m hanging up. One thing before I go—everything that is said on
this transmission is recorded in the log, so keep that in mind,” I
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They all seemed to be in a talkative mood, so I thought I should warn
them. I didn’t think any of them would say problematic stuff, but
there was a chance they could let slip something that would be
embarrassing for me to hear.
“Yes, my lord. I feel so ashamed I didn’t realize I could speak to
Maha whenever I wanted.”
“You haven’t changed one bit, Tarte… But it feels nice to hear
your voice.”
“Ah, you should come with me, Tarte! Having a mutual friend
will make conversation easier.”
“I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I will do my best to help
you two connect!”
That eased my fear a little. Tarte’s presence would prevent things
from getting too weird.

As I walked through Milteu, I was reminded of how lovely a place it

was. The city bore the honor of being the largest port in the Alvanian
Kingdom. You could find just about anything there.
I picked out a gift for Maha while gathering some things I needed. I’d
gotten her some cookies that she liked while I was in the capital, but
I decided I would also buy her a bouquet of flowers. Her favorite
purple blossoms were in season.
Tarte and Dia didn’t care much for flowers. Tarte preferred food, and
Dia liked receiving books. Maha had the most traditionally feminine
tastes of the three.
After I finished shopping, I went to Natural You’s main store. A
friendly receptionist greeted me, and I headed for the room where
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When I entered, Maha calmly lifted her face from some documents
she had been reading intently.
That relaxed demeanor was very like her. Dia or Tarte would have
rushed toward me right away.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, Maha.”
“Yes, it’s been a long time. I was so lonely without you.”
Maha gave me a strained smile and stood. She had prepared tea for
us, just like she always did. Her herbal brews were delicious and
relaxing.
“Can you make mine strong this time, please? I brought a gift for you
from the capital. They’re Marlana raisin cookies. You said you liked
these, right?”
“Thank you. Those are my favorite. I used to think goods in the
capital were too expensive even if they were high in quality, but now
I know the prices are worth it.”
I put the flowers I’d bought in a vase as Maha made the tea.
“Meluna flowers, too? I’m not sure how to react to all this
attention,” she remarked, smiling despite herself.
I was relieved my gifts made her happy.
“I wanted to thank you for the hard work you’ve done for me.”
“I… I’m glad to know you think of me that way. This is actually
perfect timing. I want to ask you something.”
Maha grabbed the herbal tea and sat in front of me.
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“You’re the only one who can do this for me, but let’s discuss it after
we finish the sweets.”
“Sounds good. It would be a waste to let your herbal tea go cold.”
Maha paid careful attention to every step of preparation. She put
considerable thought into the temperature, the steeping time, the
quantity of the tea leaves, and the quality of the water.
There couldn’t have been many other people who altered the water
depending on the tea leaves they used. There was no concept of
hard or soft water in this world, and I hadn’t taught her anything
about it, either. She’d discovered all of this on her own.
Her tea hit the spot. It was just what my tired body needed.
I broke the seal on the raisin cookies I’d brought, and the scent of
grapes wafted through the air. The sweets were a high-quality soft
kind. The raisins—the key ingredient—had been pickled in premium
brandy, and the spices inserted into the dough brought out their
flavor.
They were a luxurious treat with an intricate taste. Maha was
overjoyed to have them.
“These cookies really are delicious. I wonder if we could make them,
too,” she remarked.
“That would be difficult. From what I’ve heard, they make the brandy
exclusively for pickling the raisins. It would be very expensive and
require a significant amount of trial and error. Figuring all that out
requires a lot of time,” I explained.
“You’re right. That kind of investment runs counter to our business
practices.”
“We usually dominate the market either with novel ideas, by utilizing
our technological and monetary advantage, or by using our
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taking commonplace goods like cookies and meticulously perfecting
them, nor do we have the labor for it. I don’t think it’s the right
course for us.”
In business, there were always things beyond your capability. It was
important to focus on what you could do and use that to succeed.
“That’s true… But I do want to try this kind of thing sometime as a
hobby.”
“Natural You has become large enough. If it grew any larger, that
would actually give us less freedom. Playing it safe here and opening
a shop just for fun might be a good idea.”
Natural You was still expanding, and we were in dire need of greater
facilities and personnel to keep up with the rate of growth. We were
on the verge of becoming so large that we would be unable to
monitor every nook and cranny of the company with even the most
efficient management.
That came with dangers. We could end up losing control of parts of
the enterprise that went unchecked.
Business required the courage and the willingness to pump the
brakes.
“I agree with you. I wanted to consult you about that, but you beat
me to it.”
“I’m surprised to hear you say so.”
“Don’t insult me. Do you realize how long it’s been since you
entrusted me with the company, dear Illig? I’ll bet I have surpassed
you when it comes to skill in enterprise.”
“You might be right.”
I really was nothing more than an adviser at this point. Natural You
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We enjoyed the raisin cookies and herbal tea as we talked about the
company, and before we knew it, we had run out of both.
Maha then started to fidget. She did say that she wanted to ask me
for something once we were finished eating.
Is her request really so embarrassing?
Maha cleared her throat.
“You know…not too long ago, I realized that something had changed
in Tarte. I could tell from her letters that she seemed happy and that
she had gained some confidence. She used to always be so timid.”
“Huh. Now that I think about it, you’re right.”
Tarte had always lacked confidence, and that held true even after
she became one of the strongest people in Alvan.
But her behavior had been a little different recently. She was acting
more self-assured. That much was obvious from the phone
conversation earlier. Not too long ago, Tarte never would have
spoken that way.
“I asked her why…and she said that you two, uh…did it. Ever since
then, I’ve been unable to stop thinking unpleasant things, like how
unfair it is that she got to and I haven’t… So, dear brother, could I ask
you to do it with me, too? I love you, Illig. I know you think of me as a
little sister, and that makes me happy. However, that’s not enough
for me. I’m afraid that you don’t care for me as much as Dia and
Tarte and that I’m the girl you think of the least. I’m the only one
who’s not in a relationship with you, and it hurts.”
Maha peered up at me, her face beet-red and her eyes moist.
She looked so cute and innocent.
“…Oh, Maha. Are you really okay with me? The heir of the Balor
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I said that in jest, but Maha puffed out her cheeks in response. It was
rare to see her do something so childish.
“The Balor Company’s power is certainly attractive, but not as much
as you… Besides, we could grow Natural You even bigger than the
Balor Company if we wanted.”
I gave an awkward smile. If any other merchant heard her say that,
they would have laughed in her face. But I was confident that Maha
and I were up to the task.
“You’re right about that… I should warn you, I can’t promise to love
no one but you.”
“I know. I’m okay with it.”
Maha got up and sat beside me. She then gazed at me intently.
I think I know what she wants…
So I gave it to her.
“Ngh… Haah. Hee-hee, that kiss was much more daring than your last
one.”
“That’s because I always saw you as family.”
“You don’t have to stop seeing me that way. But I want to be your
girlfriend, too.”
Maha kissed me next.
First Tarte and now Maha. I had wound up in relationships with both
of them.
I had used techniques from my previous world to win over their
hearts and condition them so that they would never betray me. That
only affected their loyalty, however, and not romantic feelings.
I didn’t use love as part of their behavior modification because it was
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attachment to Tarte and Maha, and their affection for me, was born
from something outside of my design.
I was distrustful of anything that defied reasonable explanation, but
the mystery of it did leave me overjoyed.
“Shall we take this somewhere else?” I asked.
“Yes, I already have a place prepared,” answered Maha.
“You’re always on top of things.”
“I’m a merchant to the last.”
There was no doubt about that.

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We readied ourselves to leave the store. Maha smiled as she led me
by the hand.
I was taken by her. She had truly become quite beautiful.
I wanted to make her happy. Initially, I’d acquired Maha because I
needed her as a tool. Now, however, I loved her as a precious
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 Chapter 14 | The Assassin Embraces

We disguised ourselves and departed the main store at separate

times. I then waited for Maha at the inn she’d made a reservation at.
The place Maha had chosen was extravagant. The furnishings were
all nice, and the establishment seemed to emphasize anonymity
above all else. This inn protected the privacy of its customers.
Maha and I were both relatively famous, so we needed to take
precautions. The representative and the proxy representative of
Natural You drew more attention than some lower-ranking nobles.
We could pass off walking together as necessary for work, but we
couldn’t have word spread that we were in a romantic relationship.
Our room had a shower, albeit a primitive one. It was operated by
using a foot pump to pressurize a tank of warm water connected to
the overhead spout. It was simple, but I was glad to have it
nonetheless.
I showered first, and I was now waiting for Maha to come out.
Per her request, I was going to sleep with her as Lugh rather than
Illig. She said she wanted to be with the real me.
Maha made no attempt to hurry. She was taking her preparation
very seriously.
My heart was throbbing. This luxurious inn was frequented by
couples, and its rooms had a certain atmosphere to them. Above all,
this was Maha I was about to sleep with.
“I can’t stay calm…”
Just like Tarte had become more adorable over time, Maha had
grown to be more beautiful, more so than I ever imagined when we
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That was true of Tarte as well. Girls became women before you knew
it.
My lack of composure will make Maha anxious. I need to calm
down.
Shortly afterward, Maha emerged from the shower. My eyes were
drawn to her skin, which was flushed from the hot water.
That wasn’t the only thing that caught my eye.
“How do I look?”
“It suits you perfectly.”
Maha was wearing dark-blue lingerie that matched her hair. Its
alluring design suited Maha’s mature persona very well and brought
out her attractiveness.
My initial reaction was relief rather than arousal. This was so like her
that it made me want to laugh. It was nice to know that even in this
situation, Maha was still Maha.
“Come here,” I instructed.
“O-okay,” she responded hesitantly.
“You don’t sound like yourself.”
“Yeah, that was kind of like Tarte… I’m really nervous.”
Maha started to sit next to me on the bed but decided against it and
sat between my legs instead, leaning her body back against mine.
“You smell nice.”
“I acquired a special perfume oil and coated myself with it after my
shower. I know you like this type of fragrance, and it makes my skin
pretty and soft.”
“Lingerie and perfume oil? You put a lot of effort into this.”
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“I’m not as lovely as Dia or Tarte, so I need to go all out to look
presentable in front of you.”
“That’s not true. They’re both attractive, but you’re just as pretty as
them.”
“No, I’m not. Even if you’re right, I can’t relax unless I dress up. I
want to do my best to look nice for you, dear brother.”
Her lingerie was at the cutting edge of fashion. Nobles usually had
these kinds of undergarments custom-made by famous designers. It
couldn’t have been easy for Maha to get some. The perfume oil was
also very valuable.
It was flattering that she’d gone to such lengths for me. Overcome by
her sweetness, I hugged her from behind.
I could hear her heartbeat. Actually, I could hear mine as well. Ba-
dum, ba-dum. Ba-dum, ba-dum. The sound was evidence of our
passion.
“This is really nice,” I said.
“Yeah. Word of advice, though: You really shouldn’t say things like
that to a girl.”
“You’re back to yourself.”
Those kinds of retorts were Maha’s specialty.
“Yeah, I feel a lot less nervous now. Feeling your skin on mine is
putting me at ease. I’ve always felt most comfortable at your side…
Hey, remember how you used to sleep with me whenever I said I was
lonely?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Tarte and Maha had both been traumatized from the loss of their
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relatives, and I did my best to fill that role for them. Thus, on nights
they felt lonely, I had let them sleep in my bed.
“I could never have admitted this then, but there were times when I
pretended to be sad just because I wanted to be close to you. I think
Tarte did, too… We’ve both seen you as a man for much, much
longer than you think. Did you ever realize that?”
“I didn’t. Or more accurately, I didn’t want to.”
There had been plenty of signs. However, I’d overlooked them
because I was set on thinking of Tarte and Maha as family.
“Tarte did a much poorer job of concealing it than me. She would
often pleasure herself while in bed with you.”
“You did, too, Maha.”
“Tarte was a bad influe— Wait, you knew?!” Maha exclaimed,
turning around to look at me.
Tarte had been so obvious that I wasn’t sure if she’d even tried to
hide it, but Maha had attempted to subdue her voice. Maha started
doing it a few nights after Tarte did, so she probably thought that if I
hadn’t noticed Tarte, she could get away with it, too.
“I’m an assassin. I’m always probing my surroundings, even while
asleep. Want me to give you the number of times you did it and the
exact dates? I have a very good memory.”
Maha’s face flushed an even deeper red, then she turned forward
again as if unable to look at me any longer.
“You didn’t have to tell me that. I want to die. What kind of sadistic
person notices that and ignores it?”
“I knew you were of the age to have uncontrollable sexual desire, so
I let you do as you pleased. It’s not such a weird thing to do anyway. I
wasn’t sure what to think about you using my arm without
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the way, I think you deserve some of the blame for making me worry
to the point that I let you sleep in my bed.”
“…You didn’t do that out of kindness. Urgh, I want to die.”
I couldn’t see Maha’s face, but her ears were scarlet.
“I thought it would be okay to tell you this now, but I guess I
shouldn’t have?”
“No. I don’t want to be the only one feeling this embarrassment, so
I’m going to tell Tarte you knew about this later.”
Maha, who was usually so levelheaded, was really shaken by this. I
could only imagine what Tarte’s panic would be like.
“I had heard that girls don’t like talking about other girls while in bed,
but you seem fine discussing Tarte.”
“That’s because it’s Tarte. She’s always been family, and that’s not
going to change. Also…”
Maha swiveled and pinned me down on the bed. Resisting would
have been easy, but I let her do as she wished.
“I’m only getting started with my efforts to make you obsessed with
me. I’ve always been good at studying for a test. I’ve read many
books, and I’ve used tools to practice. All in the aim of making you
happy, dear brother.”
“You’re a model student, Maha.”
“Yes. That’s what you wished for, so that’s what I became. Leave
everything to me tonight… I’m going to make sure you’ll never get
me out of your head.”
Maha smiled and kissed me. She then hung over me and whispered
in my ear that she loved me.
Okay, time to test the results of Maha’s study.

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Her inexperience showed. Research could only get you so far, and
she didn’t understand that there was much you could only learn
from doing the real thing.
Maha became my girlfriend today, but she wanted me to continue
being her brother and teacher, too. I would instruct her on the things
she needed to know.
I could tell it was going to be a long night.

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 Chapter 15 | The Assassin Meets the
One Who Started It All

I was dreaming.
I was awake, but I knew I was dreaming.
It had been fourteen years since I had last seen this place, formed of
scenery that could not exist in reality. It was the white room the
goddess had called me to when I died.
“Congraaaaaatulations! You’ve racked up enough achievement
points to grant me more resources to interfere with fate. You won’t
want to miss the next episode of the goddess’s wonderful
benevolence!”
Naturally, the owner of the realm, the goddess, was here.
“You haven’t changed in fourteen years,” I remarked.
“Actually, you’re the one who hasn’t changed. This personality and
way of speech were both calculated just for you. You’re the only one
who gets the privilege of seeing me like this, tee-hee.”
It sounded like she’d chosen this personality because it was the best
way to communicate with me.
I considered why she would have chosen this temperament for me.
This was just a guess, but she might have been acting blatantly
suspicious so that I could discern her true motives. Being able to
easily understand what she wanted put me at ease.
“More resources to interfere with fate… I see. My encounters with
Dia, Tarte, and Maha were way too much of a coincidence. I had
been searching for useful allies, but finding one person after another
who fit my criteria was odd. Are you saying you’re able to
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“Ah, you picked up on that? That’s right. I’m so good at influencing
the threads of fate that I could do it in my sleep. Those three have
helped you a lot, haven’t they? They’ve even serviced you…in bed.
You’re a real lady-killer!”
“…I don’t feel great knowing you’re responsible for my relationships
with them.”
“Oh, you have the wrong idea there. It takes an insane amount of
resources to exercise control over someone’s feelings or actions.
Frankly speaking, it would be like nailing jelly to a tree. All I did was
change the course of destiny ever so slightly to set you up with the
personnel you desired. Arranging the meeting is all I can do, and I
have no knowledge of what will happen afterward. You should be
proud. You are the reason for violating those three the way you
have. Oh no, are you going to assault me next?!”
That was a major relief. I would have felt empty inside if their
feelings had been manipulated by the goddess.
“Okay… That’s good.”
“By the way, today was the day of Maha’s death on the original
timeline. I’m happy for you. You avoided all of their deaths.”
“Are you implying that they all should have died by now?”
“That’s right. Let’s see, where did I put the Akashic records…? Ah,
here they are.”
The goddess made a show of producing a very thick book from
nothing. Akashic Records was written in plain font on the cover.
“According to the original flow of things, Tarte was the first to die.
She was abandoned on a snowy mountain so her village would have
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while on her way to Tuatha Dé. Dia was next. Viekone was defeated
in the war, and she was purchased by a perverted noble who took an
interest in her superior magic ability. He wanted to sire an heir with
her, but… Oh, that’s disgusting. Humans are so stupid. How could he
expect her to have children after doing that to her? She was
disposed of after being thoroughly broken. Whew, the poor girl.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine that happening to those two if I hadn’t
existed.
“Maha’s the last. She was cute, so the villainous director of the
orphanage sold her off to a pedophile noble. But you know how
tough she is. She won his good graces and became his mistress. She
had him wrapped around her finger. Then, just as she was about to
open her own store with his backing, a great evil befell her! Crazed
with jealousy, the pedophile’s wife arranged for Maha to be
kidnapped by burglars and…nope. Not reading that. That would
destroy my pristine image. She was going to die today.”
“You can’t have picked three people who would have died if they
hadn’t met me by coincidence.”
There had to be some reason for that. There was clearly meaning
behind everything the goddess did.
“You’re right. Certain factors make meddling with destiny more
difficult. These include an individual’s ability and wit and the
influence they will have on the future. The greater the person, the
more challenging they are to tamper with. However, children who
die young have little impact on fate. That means while those three
are skilled, their destinies are easy to alter. Talk about getting bang
for your buck.”
“You’re talking like you think of us as pieces on a chess board.”
“Of course I do. To be fair, I’m less than a piece myself—a simple
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Her limitations were apparent. All she had done over the last
fourteen years was introduce me to three girls who should have met
their ends.
“That can’t be what you called me here to talk about… I have some
things I want to ask you. There is too much I don’t know about this
world. If you really want me to save it, give me information.”
I had felt that way ever since meeting Mina, the snake demon. I was
way too ignorant of this world. There was no way I could win the
game without knowing the rules.
“Oh, come on, that’s just mean. You’re saying that to hurt me. It
would take a ton of resources to teach it all. I wouldn’t be able to do
anything else.”
“But it was okay for you to talk my ears off about the girls?”
“Yes, that was no problem. I mean, surely you had already reasoned
all that out yourself. That’s why it didn’t cost anything!”
The goddess’s eyes bored right through me, as emotionless as the
prop she asserted she was.
She was right. I had conjectured that the goddess had arranged our
meetings and that they would have died if we hadn’t met.
“Then stop wasting time and tell me what you can. Surely it costs
something to call me here. If you’re some kind of mechanism, you
would never have done that without a reason.”
“Ding, ding, ding! Correct! Your achievements have convinced the
top brass that the world can be saved, and they have decided to
provide some much-needed help. They increased my budget, which I
will use to grant you a reward in the near future. That was why I
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“…You can’t tell me what it is because that will take resources. So
you called me here because this boon is something I would’ve missed
unless you told me about it.”
The goddess beamed. Evidently, I was right. It must have been a
rather large reward if she wanted to make sure I got it.
“Okay. I’ll keep an eye out… I want to save this world, too.”
I loved everything I had gained while living as Lugh Tuatha Dé from
the bottom of my heart. I had so many important people in my life,
including my parents, who had raised me so adoringly, and Dia,
Tarte, and Maha, who had all grown to love me. I didn’t want to lose
them.
“Then I wish you good luck. You are our only hope left.”
“…That sounds like important information. You’d better not have
wasted resources saying that.”
The goddess had just implied that there had been other people sent
to this world besides me, and that they had died. I wondered if she
had lied to me at the time of my reincarnation about me being the
only reincarnated soul or if I had simply been the first.
“It’s fine. I knew you had already picked up on that. Those idiots all
stood out because they wanted to cheat their way through life and
show everyone else how overpowered they were because of their
knowledge from their previous world. But that only succeeded in
painting targets on their backs for other humans to kill them. Oh,
what a waste they were. At least they died, so their souls could come
back to me. Still, I always thought it was best to diversify your
investment instead of putting all your eggs in one basket.”
Just as she said, I did know of some people who seemed like they
may have been reincarnated like me. Each of them had a habit of
standing out, and Natural You’s information network had found
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cooperation, but curiously, every one of them rejected me, wishing
to work alone.
I was also aware that they had perished. All of the people the
goddess reincarnated were highly capable and talented. But human
limitations held them back, meaning they could die from the slightest
moment of carelessness.
“Okay, we’ve reached the end of the dream. Make sure to give that
adorable Maha a nice morning after. Okay, that marks the end of the
goddess’s divine message! I’m pooped. I’m done with work for the
day, so I think I’m gonna head for the spa, then wind down with a
television drama and a drink.”
The white room began to distort.
Just what was the goddess’s reward? I needed to investigate. I
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 Chapter 16 | The Assassin Breaks It
Off

I woke up to find Maha sleeping beside me. I hadn’t seen her face so
relaxed since when we lived together. She typically kept up her sharp
appearance and never showed any vulnerability, so it was pleasant
seeing her like this.
“…Tarte, Dia, and Maha would have died if they hadn’t met me. I
may have already known that, but that didn’t prepare me for hearing
it directly.”
It was easy to call that fate, but I was no longer a puppet who was
satisfied leaving things up to destiny. I was brought to this world to
stop Epona from going mad. Looking at Maha’s sleeping face,
though, I couldn’t help but feel I had been reincarnated to save those
three.
“Good morning, dear brother.”
Maha woke up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She must have been really
tired.
Yesterday, I had let her do as she pleased at first, but I took the lead
later on. Just as I’d expected, studying could only teach you so much,
and Maha was frustrated by her inability. Being the sore loser that
she was, she’d studied my actions fervently so that she could keep
up. It was funny to watch.
“Good morning, Maha. Do you feel all right?” I asked.
“No, I don’t… You’re so mean, Lugh,” she responded, glaring at me.
I’d been a little too rough for our first time. She was too lovely, and
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“No, I’ll do that. Giving you tea was always my most important job.”
“Oh yeah, I guess it was.”
Tarte was the servant and did most of the chores when the three of
us had lived together, but Maha always took care of the tea.
Maha got up and headed for the kitchen while wearing some
comfortable loungewear. En suite kitchens were a selling point of
this particular inn. A normal hotel would never have had one in every
room.
A pleasant aroma began to fill the area before long.
I heard a knock from outside, and a basket was inserted through an
opening at the bottom of the door. That was the inn’s breakfast
service. Nice timing.
I went and collected it when Maha brought the tea.
“Let’s eat breakfast,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m hungry after all that exercise last night,” I responded.
“Oh, Lugh, you’re normally so cool, but you have a real habit of
sounding like an old man sometimes. That’s sexual harassment.”
An old man, huh…? That hurts a little.
“I’ll try to be mindful of that.”
“Yes, please do. I want you to be the coolest person I know.”
Maha smiled, and I smiled back.
I took a sip of the tea. It was very relaxing. As per usual, Maha had
put great care into all aspects of its preparation.
We ate the sandwiches next. They surprised me. I didn’t have high
expectations, but they were pretty good.
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“Well spotted. The ingredients are top-notch, too. This inn caters to
the upper class,” Maha explained.
Mareuil was one of the best bakeries in Milteu, and I’d frequented
the establishment when I’d lived here. It even looked like the bread
had been made and delivered this morning. I could see why Maha
had picked this inn. I needed to remember it.
“Whew, I’m full. I’m going to return to work… Before I do, however, I
have something I need to tell you,” Maha stated.
She passed me an envelope containing some documents. I quickly
looked through them.
“This seems suspicious.”
“Yes, very. I’m ordering the intelligence agents on site to perform an
additional investigation.”
The files Maha gave me detailed some strange happenings in the
relatively large town of Bilnore, located to the north of Milteu. The
area had been struck by frequent earthquakes, and dozens of people
had gone missing over the last month.
That wasn’t all, either. A wire in my telecommunications network
had been cut—the same kind of wire that Tarte had been unable to
so much as scratch after swinging one of my knives as hard as she
could while strengthened by mana.
That part of the telecommunications network was constructed in a
ring formation, meaning that if the wire was cut on one side, the
transmission could just travel in the opposite direction, so that in
itself wasn’t a big deal. But anything powerful enough to sever it was
concerning.
Pairing that with the disappearances, something was clearly going
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“What do you think it’s up to?” Maha asked.
“We’ve just killed two very strong demons in a row, the beetle and
the lion. I predicted the demons might be careful this time and try to
catch us unawares. From what we know, I think the one behind this
might be secretly preparing a massacre that will wipe out the entire
town at once. It will then try to produce a Fruit of Life and run before
anyone arrives to get in its way,” I posited.
Until we had more information, I could only offer conjecture, but I
imagined the demon was planning to hollow out the ground below
the town in order to sink the entire populace at once. That would
cause frequent earthquakes and would explain what happened to
the cable. A plan like that would kill everyone in the town
simultaneously.
Maha nodded. “You may be right. Judging from the beetle demon
case, it takes a few days after everyone dies before the Fruit of Life
manifests. It probably thinks that killing everyone in town at once
will give it enough time to finish everything before we learn of the
incident.”
After a typical incident, there’d be an investigation. Then the people
who could deal with it would be contacted and sent off to the
problem site. Despite everyone’s best efforts, each of those steps
would inevitably take multiple days.
If my theory was correct, it would be impossible to stop the demon
from obtaining the Fruit of Life and escaping… Impossible for anyone
but me, that is.
“I’m growing more and more impressed by the telecommunications
network every day,” Maha commented.
Only I could defy the conventional methods. If anything happened in
the Alvanian Kingdom, I would learn of it immediately via telephone
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Even the demons should have had no idea I was capable of that. That
was what enabled me to catch them.
“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” Maha said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Why are the demons only appearing in Alvan? If they want to avoid
a fight, wouldn’t it be much safer for them to attack a country
without you and the hero? The orc, the beetle, and the lion all struck
here. If a demon is actually behind this, that will be four in a row.”
“I’ve been suspicious of that, too. I initially thought the demons were
targeting this country to draw out and kill the hero. The orc demon
even clearly stated that killing the hero was his goal. This time,
though, the demon seems to be using tactics to avoid alerting the
hero and me. It doesn’t make sense for it to attack another location
in the kingdom.”
From what I had read in this world’s old literature, the demons had
never attacked one country continuously like this. That was why
neighboring nations were trying to secure agreements to borrow the
hero in case of an emergency.
The appearance of the demons and the Demon King was a disaster
that occurred every few centuries, so many countries had
accumulated knowledge of how to deal with it. Each one had a plan
in the event of a demon attack, so it shouldn’t have made a
difference which nation the demons targeted.
Yet they struck here every time. Something had to have changed.
There must have been a reason the demons could only attack the
Alvanian Kingdom.
“We don’t have enough information to go off of yet. We should do
more digging and deal with the immediate problems… Thank you. I
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The fastest way to learn about demons was to ask a demon.
Fortunately, I happened to know one.
“That’s good to hear. I’m going to shower and return to Natural You.
I have an important meeting at noon.”
“You’re really busy.”
“Yes, I am. That’s my role. It’s very difficult, but I’m proud that I can
be of so much help to you,” Maha replied before walking into the
shower room.
This visit had made me realize all over again what a great girl she
was.

It was time that I got back to work as well.

I returned to Tuatha Dé after leaving Milteu.

I had my intelligence agents begin an investigation into the town
beset by earthquakes and tried to contact Mina, the snake demon.
I was also settling a variety of other affairs.
“Hello, my lord. You’re working hard,” said Tarte.
“Didn’t take long for you to shut yourself away again,” noted Dia.
“Looks like you both are finished with today’s training,” I said.
Tarte and Dia both nodded. They were making the final adjustments
on the homework I gave them when I’d left.
“What are you doing, Lugh?” asked Dia.
“I’m following up with Count Frantrude. He was a big help during the
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“Ah, I’d been wondering about that. He fell in love with the girl you
at the party. What are you going to do about that?”
“I’m sending him a letter as Lulu. I wrote that she returned safely to
her domain and that she wants to see him. I also said that she’s going
to the capital in two months and they can meet up then.”
I wrote the letter with feminine handwriting. That was another
assassin skill of mine.
“That’s just stalling.”
“It’ll get the job done. We’ll exchange lots of letters over the next
two months. In them, I will subtly change her behavior, tastes, and
habits so that she’ll diverge from the ideal woman Count Frantrude
has in his head. It’s a bit of a gamble, but I’m sure his love for her will
fade before too long. I’ll then meet him in person and put on a
performance to end their romance for good.”
Count Frantrude would likely fall into despair if Lulu dumped him
abruptly. That was why I wanted to stall our meeting and sully his
affection for her little by little. In the end, I would ensure he left her.
“That sounds like a lot of effort,” Dia commented.
“He served me very well. I want to thank him by giving him the
cleanest end to this relationship possible. I want him to be at peace
about the breakup and have no lingering feelings.”
The human heart was fickle. The love between Lulu and Count
Frantrude was dramatic and passionate but ultimately fleeting. He
knew very little about her, and upon learning more, he would realize
she was not his ideal partner and lose interest.
“That’s terrifying, my lord… I would still love you forever no matter
how coldly you treated me,” stated Tarte.
Dia snickered. “You’re such a worrywart, Tarte. Your mind went right
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“Um, well, I don’t think Lord Lugh would ever abandon me. I just got
a little scared.”
“It’s okay to feel that way, Tarte. It’s perfectly natural to be
frightened of someone who is able to play with the human heart like
I can… I’m only sharing this with you because I trust you both. I
believe that you will accept this side of me.”
If I was just concerned with ensuring they liked me, I wouldn’t show
them the nastier things I got up to as an assassin. I revealed this kind
of stuff to Dia and Tarte because they had my confidence.
Additionally, I knew they were worried about the Lulu matter, and
this would help reassure them.
“Okay! You can trust me, my lord.”
“If something like that was going to turn me away, I never would
have liked you in the first place.”
“Really?”
I gave an awkward smile and finished writing the letter. Then I tied it
to a carrier pigeon’s leg.
This carrier pigeon didn’t belong to Tuatha Dé—it was one Count
Frantrude had addressed to Lulu. He had no clue that the bird he was
using to send presents of love would end up leading to his breakup.
The little pigeon flapped its wings and took off into the sky. I was
done with the Count Frantrude matter for now.
I cleared my throat. “Tarte, Dia, you’ll both present your homework
to me tomorrow. Please be prepared.”
Next, it was time to determine how much stronger they had gotten
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 Interlude

I changed into some comfortable clothes and led Dia and Tarte to the
mountain behind the Tuatha Dé estate.
We typically used the courtyard or the training grounds for combat
practice, but when we needed a wide space or expected major
damage to our surroundings, we chose this spot. It was perfect for
testing new magic, and our many sessions had turned the once-thick
forest into a wasteland.
“Did you both finish your homework?” I inquired.
“I worked really hard so I could surprise you, my lord!” exclaimed
Tarte.
“I aced it,” answered Dia.
Confidence radiated from both of them.
Tarte and Dia both really enjoyed being praised. Strangely enough, it
appeared to make them happiest when I did so as if they were
children. Being talked to like that should become embarrassing once
you reach a certain age…but that didn’t seem to be the case for
them.
“Okay, can you go first, Tarte?”
“Yes, my lord.”
Tarte clenched her fists and concentrated until her fluffy fox ears and
tail popped out.
As always, her fox features made her look adorable. Underlying that
adorable appearance, though, was a palpable bloodlust like that of a
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This was her Beastification skill. I’d gained it from the hero’s skill My
Loyal Knights, and I then passed it on to Tarte. It was Tarte’s trump
card, giving her explosive physical strength and sharply heightened
senses. The downside was that her behavior was affected by the
animal instincts she gained.
Tarte had always been unable to deny those impulses. But now…
“I can see it in your eyes. You’ve maintained your intelligence,” I
observed.
She was giving off an aggressive aura, but her eyes still looked like
Tarte’s.
“Yes, my lord. Just as you told me to, I used Beastification as much as
I could and fought to calm myself the entire time. It didn’t work at
first, but I got better at it little by little,” she said.
“Let’s test it out, then. Use your best spell, Wind Shield.”
Wind Shield covered the body in armor made from air. It provided
defense, and it could also be released to gain acceleration, meaning
it possessed offensive uses as well. I often employed it myself
because of its great utility. It was also an original spell and fairly
difficult.
“Watch this. Wind Shield!”
Tarte’s incantation was fluid, owing to how much she’d used the
magic, and the spell activated without faltering. Wind rose around
Tarte and wrapped around her.
“Perfect… If you can use difficult magic like that during Beastification,
you should be able to use most spells.”
“I tested that while you were away. Of all the spells you’ve taught
me, there are only two I can’t use.”
I knew what they were without asking. Of all the original spells I had
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in her regular form, Tarte could only successfully cast them one-third
of the time. Not being able to use those properly had more to do
with her ability than Beastification.
“Good job, Tarte. That was a harsh assignment.”
I hugged her, and she released her wind armor and leaned her body
into mine. I patted her on the head.
“Hee-hee, it was tough, but I persevered whenever I thought about
how it would help you, my lord.”
The homework assignment I had left for Tarte was meant to
strengthen her control over Beastification. Until now, every time she
used it, she would lose herself to animalistic impulses and rampage
blindly. Her vision narrowed, she attacked recklessly, and she could
only use the simplest of spells. The skill did a lot to diminish what she
was good at.
Beastification increased her strength tremendously, so even with
those weaknesses, she was more than powerful enough. But in a
battle with a truly mighty opponent, those shortcomings were a risk.
Wildly attacking alone wasn’t enough. Tarte also needed the
awareness to defend herself, deceive her opponent, and flee if
necessary. The stronger an opponent was, the more important
strategy became. Having multiple options was essential to forming a
varied battle strategy.
Tarte had many ways to attack and defend, including her spear,
hidden pistol, and the many spells Dia and I had given her. Without
both her raw force and her wits, she would eventually come up
against an enemy she couldn’t defeat.
That’s why I’d instructed her to cast an advanced spell during
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Accomplishing that was only possible if she maintained
consciousness. It was evidence that she had the ability to reason
even after triggering Beastification.
“You passed. I’ll give you the reward I promised later,” I said, pulling
apart from our embrace and placing my hands on her shoulders.
“I can’t wait!”
The reward Tarte had requested was a little unexpected, but her
eyes were shining with anticipation, so I wasn’t going to reprimand
her for it.
Tarte dispelled Beastification and stepped back. Dia stepped forward
in her place.
“My turn. Time to unveil the fruits of my research!”
She looked even more smug than usual. Though in her case, her
pompous expression made her look unbelievably cute.
“Don’t tell me you actually did it? I thought I was asking the
impossible.”
“Really?! I had a feeling. It was ridiculously hard!”
Dia puffed out her cheeks. That looked cute, too, making her appear
more funny than scary.
“Sorry about that. You really are amazing, Dia.”
“That’s ’cause I’m your older sister. This is the improved magic
bullet.”
It was the type of projectile we used in our pistols. When performing
the spell Gun Strike, we created the bullets within the barrel and
then used an explosive spell to fire them. For our pistols, however,
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The bullet Dia gave me was engraved with magic runes. It was a
magic tool crafted using information I’d obtained by analyzing the
Leather Crane Bag.
The little thing was imbued with magic.
“Wow, you made a lot of changes to the prototype,” I remarked.
“That’s because you got a number of things wrong. It was super
difficult without the real thing,” she responded.
Before I left, I’d given Dia a prototype bullet, a paper summarizing
the results of my research, and the records of my tests with the
prototype. As she said, it would have been best to give her the target
of my analysis, which was the Leather Crane Bag, but I wouldn’t have
been able to win the trial without it.
I closely inspected the improved projectile and realized that my
theory during my attempt at constructing it had been incorrect.
Geez, that means I never would have been able to finish it.
“I have one question. How did you notice my method was wrong
without even having the Leather Crane Bag?” I asked.
Finding errors in my thesis without the object of study should have
been impossible.
“That was easy. Certain parts of it felt wrong to me. The rest of it
made sense, but those pieces just seemed off. How can I put it…? It
was like it stopped sounding like music. I just adjusted things so that
they flowed properly,” she explained.
“You’re a genius…”
I’d thought I knew just how clever Dia was, yet she still managed to
surprise me. She had always been better than me at discovering the
rules of magic and developing formulas. I possessed knowledge of
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my previous life, but she still noticed things I didn’t. Her awareness
had always been far greater than mine.
It was possible that what I saw as characters, she perceived similarly
to how one sensed sound. She had an innate gift that no amount of
effort could acquire.
“Mind if I try it?” I asked.
“Go ahead! I can’t wait to see your reaction,” she answered.
I nodded, then grasped the bullet tightly and chanted a spell. Finally,
I loaded it into my pistol and fired. I successfully hit a large boulder
located about two hundred meters away. A few seconds later, an
explosion within the boulder blew it to smithereens.
“Perfect… The spell imbued in the bullet activated.”
“Of course it did. It’s amazing, right?”
“Amazing doesn’t begin to explain it.”
Dia had taken something I had been at a total impasse with and
completed it in just one week.
Rounds like these were sure to be incredibly useful.
Magic’s biggest weakness was its range. Explosive spells could only
reach a few dozen meters away. If you disregarded accuracy
completely, they could reach one hundred meters at best.
However, infusing a spell into a projectile enabled us to fire
accurately from hundreds of meters away. Being able to cause a
magic explosion from inside of something like I had with the boulder
was a massive advantage.
This bullet would serve us very well.
“Are you impressed by your older sister?”
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“Do you really mean that?”
Dia stepped forward and glanced up at me with a cute smile. I smiled
awkwardly, then hugged her and patted her head like I had with
Tarte.
“You really enjoy this kind of thing for someone who likes to call
herself my older sister.”
“This is totally different. I want to be respected and relied upon like
an elder sibling, but I also want to be spoiled as your girlfriend.”
“I see. Then I’ll do just that.”
I did respect Dia, and I enjoyed spoiling her, too. Supply and demand
were in sync.
“And don’t forget my reward. I pulled multiple all-nighters for that!”
“You worked really hard…”
“You’re the one who gave me the homework that required it!”
“That’s true.”
I was truly surprised that she had succeeded.
They’re both amazing.
Tarte and Dia had both triumphed over the massive hurdles I’d set
before them and gained new strength in the process. I needed to
reward them for their hard work.
I needed to keep growing, too. I wanted to continue to make them
proud.

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 Chapter 17 | The Assassin and the
Collapsed City

Something had happened in Bilnore, and we needed to hurry there.

“Reports have stopped coming in.”
I had given orders to my intelligence agents in the town, which was
experiencing frequent earthquakes, to contact me regularly. I’d
instructed them to do so because I knew that if contact ever ceased,
it would mean something big.
“I wish there was time to gather more information, though…”
I especially regretted that I hadn’t been able to get any help from
Mina. I did have the minimal insight the Alam Karla had provided us
during our visit to the Sanctuary, though. She’d revealed that there
were eight demons, and I knew that meant four were still
undiscovered.
There was little to go on, but I could still deduce what was going on
to an extent. The problem was that all my information was vague
and secondhand… Mina would have been able to give me specifics.
I didn’t know if it was simple chance that Mina had vanished or if she
was intentionally evading me.
“…That gives me two options.”
The first was to continue observing and not act until I was sure we
could win. The second was to rush to Bilnore now and search for the
demon.
Both had their pros and cons. If I kept a distance and gathered data, I
could increase our chances of victory. If the demon completed the
Fruit of Life before I was ready, however, it would run. The
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guarantee a chance to halt the completion of the Fruit of Life, but
challenging an enemy blindly was perilous.
“I need to make a compromise.”
Ultimately, I elected to head for Bilnore. However, I didn’t intend to
engage the demon right away. My plan was to scout the situation.

I thought that was the best course of action.

As soon as we finished breakfast, I ordered Tarte and Dia to get

ready for travel. They both looked surprised, but they nodded and
started on their preparations.
Tarte was bringing a magic spear I’d made instead of her usual
foldable one, and Dia was bringing a pistol to be safe. As soon as we
were ready, we took off into the sky with our hang gliders.
“We don’t know what kind of demon this is, right?” asked Dia.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m gonna scout first. I want you both to hide
somewhere out of sight,” I answered.
“Yes, my lord. That is your area of expertise. I hope the demon
is weak this time.”
Tarte was once again using her own hang glider, so we were speaking
through communication devices.
I was going to investigate alone because that was the best way to
avoid detection, and it would make running easier in case of
emergency. I wasn’t necessarily going to fight the demon if it found
me; I was keeping in mind the option of running if I didn’t see any
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“We actually don’t even know if it’s a demon yet… It would be nice if
this turns out to be nothing.”
Truthfully, I was wishing that from the bottom of my heart.
I thought back to the lion demon we’d fought recently. If we had
fought him without any prior knowledge, we may not have been able
to win. It was only our careful preparation that enabled us to beat
him. Mina had said that Liogel was the strongest of all the demons,
but that did not mean the others were weak.
“Hmm, we’re almost there. We just passed over the town of Baruya,”
said Dia.
“Yeah, our destination should come into view any moment now,” I
agreed.
I concentrated mana into my Tuatha Dé eyes to strengthen my
vision. I was shocked by what I saw.
I did see Bilnore…but there was no way it could be called a town any
longer.
“That’s horrible. How could anyone do this…?”
“This is unbelievable. The whole place is underground.”
Just as Dia said, Bilnore had clearly sunk underground. A large
settlement with a population of several thousand had been
swallowed completely. It was a tragedy.
The hole was very, very deep. Not even Bilnore’s tallest buildings
emerged above the earth. As far as I could tell from above, it was
over one hundred meters deep.
From the state of its structures, I understood that the town had
fallen in an instant. The entire population had likely died
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“Had I learned of this sooner, I might have been able to prevent it,” I
lamented.
“There’s no use dwelling on that. You couldn’t stop it, but let’s at
least be thankful that we’re here now,” consoled Dia.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
I only realized what had happened because of my
telecommunications network and because I’d ordered my agents to
send me regular updates. If not for me, no one would have known
about this until much later.

Thanks to that, we had avoided the worst-case scenario.

We landed our hang gliders, and I headed for the mountain of rubble
that had been Bilnore alone. I used wind magic to slowly descend
into the giant hole.
It smelled terrible. They hadn’t started decomposing yet, but the
remains of the crushed citizens were scattered everywhere. The one
saving grace for the people was that their deaths had been quick.
I did my best to conceal my presence and walked without making a
sound. Even then, the odds of being noticed were still very high.
The majority of creatures that lived below the earth were excellent
at sensing vibrations. I could avoid making noise, but it was
impossible for me to walk on the ground and not cause some
amount of fluctuation, and I was afraid those tremors would give me
away. I was being careful by using wind magic to cushion my feet,
but that was ultimately just to make myself feel better.
“So this is what making a Fruit of Life involves… The souls themselves
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If I increased the power in my Tuatha Dé eyes to their limit, I could
view souls.
Normally, when a person died, their spirit returned to the heavens.
Then, as the goddess put it, they were bleached and placed into a
new vessel. When I was reincarnated, the bleaching step was
intentionally skipped, leaving me with my knowledge and
experience.
However, these souls were being tied here, and instead of returning
to the heavens, they were steadily dissolving and being sucked into
something.
“I had the wrong idea when I fought the beetle demon.”
Back then, I’d thought the beetle demon was absorbing the nutrients
and mana from the human bodies in the town in order to make a
Fruit of Life. It was likely still after a Fruit of Life, but it was not
absorbing the nutrients and mana for that purpose. Souls were used
to make Fruits of Life, and he’d only been recycling the remains of
the citizens to create more tree monsters.
This made me realize anew how much of a harmful presence demons
were to humans. Actually, make that the world. Souls usually
returned to the heavens after death, meaning the number of them
didn’t decrease.
However, those spirits dissolved and processed like this would never
be able to reincarnate again, causing the existing number to
gradually drop. The goddess and whoever else was in charge were
likely going through the trouble of reusing souls because producing
new ones was difficult.
“That’s why Fruits of Life are necessary for the Demon King’s
revival,” I reasoned.
Mana was a power that souls produced, but it was only partially as
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condensing thousands of souls would be unimaginably huge. That
had to be the reason for the Demon King’s almighty strength.
Ah, I see. That makes sense.
All this thinking led me to a certain hypothesis about the true nature
of the hero’s power. The demons I had met had dropped some little
hints.
“There’s no way the hero could be human.”
“The hero’s very existence is different.”
“Fighting a monster like that is not possible.”
Even the demons saw the hero as alien, and that wasn’t just due to
the hero’s strength. It was the difference in their existential
foundation.
In other words, humans and demons were creatures with only one
soul, but the hero was born with thousands of compressed souls,
making them intrinsically the same as the Demon King. If that was
true, it explained why the goddess and her superiors could only
produce one hero per era. Making multiple ones would exhaust their
supply of souls.
Everything connected in my head. The more I thought about it, the
more correct my hypothesis seemed.
“Hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk!”
A high-pitched laugh interrupted my thoughts. It was an unpleasant
sound.
What is that?
“A living thing in my nest, in my nest. Strange, strange. You’re living,
but you won’t get away, away.”
I sensed the overflowing, powerful mana and miasma unique to
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Countless slimy pink tentacles emerged from the ground. Each one
of them was thicker than me. The tentacles opened sweat glands and
spewed pink fog, which began to gradually fill the hole.
This was bad. Breathing this vapor would kill me instantly.
“I need to get aboveground right away.”
Scouting was important, but my survival was top priority.

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 Chapter 18 | The Assassin Flees from
the Earth Dragon

I was surrounded by countless mucus-covered tentacles, each one

resembling a giant earthworm.
The pink fog they were releasing was dangerous. It was dissolving the
nearby corpses and the stone edifices of the ruined town. The vapor
must have been heavier than air, as it was steadily filling the hole
and blocking my paths of escape.
I had ingested many poisons from a young age in order to build up
immunities as part of my assassin training, but I couldn’t imagine it
would be safe for me to inhale a demon’s toxin.
I began an incantation, then summoned wind and used it to blow the
pink fog away.
“That’ll never work, never work! There’s no point, no point in
resisting me. I’m watching you.”
The tentacles lashed out at me as the voice spoke. They were fast.
Each one moved like a whip wielded by a master of the weapon. The
point of a whip could exceed the speed of sound, and each of the
limbs moved swifter than that as they attacked with complex and
coordinated movements.
Their mass was overwhelming, and keeping track of their curving
trajectories was difficult.
But not all hope was lost.
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I poured mana into my Tuatha Dé eyes and used wind magic in
addition to defensive martial arts skills to avoid getting hit. I must
have appeared like an acrobat as I dodged the incoming blows.
I threw a knife, and it stabbed into one of the tentacles. The thing
was thicker than my body, so piercing it with a knife wasn’t going to
cause any pain.
This wasn’t a normal blade, however. An explosion severed the
tentacle entirely and sent it flying.
The knife was a revamped version of a WASP knife that I’d created.
The weapon itself didn’t burst. Instead, the tip of the blade injected
gas into the tentacle, which caused rapid expansion within the
target.
It was extremely effective against living organisms. I’d developed it
as a toy simply to kill time, but it proved very useful against this
opponent.
I hope it felt at least a little pain…
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
The demon neither screamed nor faltered, and the remaining
tentacles attacked me one after another. Naturally, the one I’d
destroyed quickly regenerated.
I clicked my tongue in frustration and used a wind spell to lift myself
into the air.
To put it bluntly, there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t going to learn
anything useful from messing around here—I needed to retreat.
I jumped high and used magic to continue rising. This demon could
not have been a worse matchup for us. It would be significantly more
difficult to handle than Liogel.
I eventually rose out of reach of the tentacles, but I knew I couldn’t
let my guard down. It wasn’t going to let me escape that easily.

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“Hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk!”
The ground shook as its peculiar high laugh sounded. The ground
began to shake violently enough to cause buildings to crumble.
Then the demon appeared. It was humongous and creepy and
resembled a reddish-brown caterpillar. Its length easily surpassed
one hundred meters.
Those pink tentacles that had been chasing me writhed within its
maw. The monstrous creature leaped at me with unbelievable force,
despite its enormous frame. It was as big as a skyscraper yet was
steadily gaining on me.
Should I use a Fahr Stone to counter it? No, it’s too close. I would
get caught in the blast.
It felt like a bit of a waste, but I decided to use one of my most
powerful attacks.
“Cannon Volley!”
I quickly produced dozens of artillery guns from my Leather Crane
Bag and fired them simultaneously. Normally, I would spike the
cannons into the ground to prevent them from being knocked back
by the recoil. I used magnetism to try to keep them in place this
time, but my mana was unable to fully negate the kick of so many
heavy shots at once.
The backfire caused the cannons to blast upward through the air, but
the shots still flew in the desired direction. Admittedly, I’d shot with
minimal accuracy, but the demon’s massive size meant I needed only
to aim down.
Cannonballs rained down on the demon, each one piercing its body.
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It continued its charge unbothered. Its wounds wriggled, and
tentacles like the ones in the demon’s mouth grew out of each one.
It was a repulsive sight.
My attack didn’t do any damage, but the overpowering kinetic
energy of it slowed my enemy. I thought that would be enough for
me to escape.
However, the farthest-reaching tentacles birthed thinner ones that
reached upward and wrapped around my legs. The appendages
dripped with mucus, and even my special combat clothes made with
monster membranes began to melt. If I had been wearing ordinary
garments, they would have dissolved immediately, and my legs
would have liquefied down to the bone.
I dispelled the wind armor around my body and used it to rocket
upward. The explosive acceleration tore the tentacles grasping my
legs right off the demon.
I finally managed to crawl out of the hole and onto the surface. I
looked back into the crater just in time to see the brown caterpillar
shoot out of it and fling itself into the air. It resembled a breaching
whale before it fell back down.
“Hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk. Too bad, too bad. Please come again. I
must return, return.”
A few seconds later, the gigantic demon collided with the ground,
causing the earth to cry and shake.
Then it went shockingly silent. The demon apparently killed all who
entered its lair but left anyone beyond alone.
I peered into the darkness below and saw that it had already
disappeared underground.
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That was being kind. I couldn’t think of a single way to defeat it with
my present capabilities.
I carefully unraveled the thin tentacles wrapped around my legs and
bottled them. There was a good chance that studying them might
reveal something useful.

I decided against going back into the hole and instead joined up with
Tarte and Dia. I would have been discovered immediately if I went
after the demon, and there was no point trying to fight it right now
anyway. I couldn’t defeat it, and engaging wouldn’t teach me
anything more, either.
“I’m back,” I announced.
“That thing is unbelievably big. We could see it from here,” said Dia.
Tarte offered me a glass. “Welcome back, my lord. Here’s some
lemonade for you.”
“Thank you.”
I took the lemonade and quenched my thirst.
The combination of sweet and sour hit the spot.
“How’d it go? Did you discover a way to defeat it?” Dia inquired.
“Actually…I’m kind of at a loss,” I admitted.
I had been able to come up with a decent strategy for each of the
demons thus far, but I was drawing a blank on this one.
“Yeah, me too… I mean, it’s gigantic. Demonkiller would never
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“You’re right. It’s over one hundred meters long, while Demonkiller’s
range is a few meters at best. We need to find the Crimson Heart,
and if it turns out it’s in the middle of its body, we’ll never reach it.”
Demons were difficult to kill because they repeatedly healed if we
didn’t use a spell called Demonkiller to materialize their Crimson
Hearts, which housed their power of existence, and then smash
them. Given the caterpillar’s enormous size, however, there was a
high chance we wouldn’t be able to reach the Crimson Heart.
“We can’t follow it underground, either,” said Tarte.
“Yeah, it can escape whenever it wants by burrowing into the earth.
And it’s too big to hold in place,” I agreed.
Burrowing gave it a huge advantage. Any time we cornered it, the
demon could just dig away and regroup. It also worked as a great
defense. For example, I considered smoking it out using Fahr Stone
explosions like we did with the beetle demon, but that wouldn’t have
much effect if it was deep below the surface. That ruled out Gungnir,
too.
I was also concerned by how it didn’t pursue me very far after I left
the hole. That was proof that it was prioritizing completing the Fruit
of Life over killing me. Undoubtedly, it would flee at the first sign of
danger.
“Oh yeah, I wonder which demon that is,” said Dia.
“There’s only one of the remaining four demons it could be. It looks
like a caterpillar, but it must be the dragon,” I answered.
“I thought dragons were supposed to be cooler than that,” said
Tarte.
“…Sure. But only a dragon could be that big.”
There were legends of something called an earth dragon. Apparently,
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“Hmm, is there anything in legend that says how heroes in the past
managed to defeat it? There’s no way they didn’t struggle with the
earth dragon, too. There’s nothing they could do about it hiding
underground,” Dia remarked.
“One story has it that the earth dragon ate the hero and returned
below the earth, but the hero killed it from within its stomach,” I
explained.
“We can probably replicate that. Once inside its body, it wouldn’t
matter if it went underground, and we’d be able to reach the
Crimson Heart.”
“Yeah… The problem is, it spews poison gas that can melt stone. I’d
really rather not get swallowed.”
“Darn, we’d be melted in an instant.”
We needed to find an edge. I’d hoped that looking to legend for hints
would reveal something. At least we knew that this was an earth
dragon.
Now that I thought about it, I recalled reading that a previous hero
had a rough fight and was ready to accept defeat when a storm
suddenly swept over the area and slowed the earth dragon’s
movement. Perhaps there was something to that.
“…Might as well try it.”
“What are you doing with those Fahr Stones, Lugh?” asked Dia.
“I thought I’d harass our opponent a little before giving up,” I
answered.
This was just an idea, but it was worth the attempt. I could use the
bottled tentacles to perform a test.
Retreating would be the smartest option rather than taking any risks.
Epona wasn’t liable to get here in time, but withdrawing would at

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least let us request her assistance. I expected she’d be able to beat
this demon.
Still, I didn’t want to take that gamble. If we didn’t stop the demon
here, not only would the Demon King be that much closer to
reviving, but another town would likely suffer the same fate as this
one.
There was always a chance Tuatha Dé, Milteu, or another place with
people important to me could be next. That was why I was going to
do my best to stop this. This wasn’t for justice—I simply wanted to
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 Chapter 19 | The Assassin Searches
for a Means of Victory

My first encounter with the earth dragon went pretty roughly. I

couldn’t find anything that gave me an edge.
It wasn’t entirely fruitless, though. First off, I’d discovered that the
enemy was the earth dragon from legend. Knowing this, I was
reasonably certain it possessed other abilities I had yet to witness
but were described in stories.
Secondly, I had collected some of its severed tentacles, which were
currently squirming inside my special bottle. More specifically, they
were ones that had sprouted from other tentacles.
Those two things alone hardly guaranteed victory, but it was a start.
“Um, why are you filling those Fahr Stones with mana? You have
plenty of prepared ones already,” said Tarte, looking confused.
“I’m putting different combinations of elements into these. I brought
Fahr Stones filled with non-elemental mana to use as rechargeable
batteries and others filled with a mix of fire, earth, and wind mana
for bombing. These stones are going to serve a different purpose.”
A large amount of magic power could be poured into a Fahr Stone,
and changing the composition inside altered the Fahr Stone’s nature.
“Oh, I see. You’re going to cause a storm,” observed Dia.
“That’s right. Using the wind and water mana of three hundred
mages will allow me to cause a storm, which will directly lower the
earth dragon’s strength. I’ve never tried this before, but legend has it
that rain slowed this demon, so it’s worth a shot,” I explained,
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“Hey, that’s an interesting idea. But not even you can prime all those
Fahr Stones in such a short amount of time,” Dia said.
That would’ve been true with normal methods. My Rapid Recovery
skill only multiplied my mana recovery by a little over a hundred. If I
poured magic power into the Fahr Stones with full strength, I would
deplete myself before I finished.
“That’s why I’m gripping the Fahr Stones filled with non-elemental
mana in my right hand to draw power out of them, then converting it
within my body and channeling it into empty Fahr Stones. That
allows me to fill them without exhausting my strength. I want at least
five Fahr Stones capable of summoning a storm.”
“I’ve never even thought of doing that before…but it should work.
Want some help?” offered Dia.
“No, I’m good. This is only working because the mana in these Fahr
Stones is mine. Your control over magic is elite, but it would be hard
even for you to convert someone else’s mana.”
“That’s true… I could do it, but it would take a lot out of me. Sorry.”
She had no idea how outrageous even the thought of being able to
do that was.
“I have something else I want to ask of you. I’m gonna explain my
plan, so listen up. You too, Tarte.”
They both approached me and sat down. There was no way I could
pull this off alone. I needed both of them.
After gathering my thoughts, I began talking.
“I noticed a number of strange things when I encountered the earth
dragon. You both saw the wormlike tentacles extending from its
giant body and its mouth, right?” I asked.
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“I severed one of them using a WASP knife, but it regenerated
immediately.”
“There’s nothing strange about that. Demons always revive endlessly
unless you break the Crimson Heart,” Dia reminded me.
“Yeah, that’s why defeating them has been so difficult,” agreed
Tarte.
“You’re right, but it looked different. While the cut-off part of the
tentacle was still in the air, the remaining part that was still attached
to its body swelled until the tentacle returned to its original length.
What’s more, the severed tentacle remained whole.”
Dia seemed to catch on, but Tarte looked confused.
“Ah, I get it… That’s not very demon-like.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand.”
“A demon’s regeneration resembles turning back time. Everything
goes back to its original state. That’s not how the earth dragon
recovered. Its flesh bulged and regrew to create a new limb, while
the severed flesh remained separate from its body.”
Demons’ absurd healing power was their greatest weapon. All the
demons I’d defeated previously—the orc, beetle, and lion—had
rewound to their original state when injured, and any amputated
limbs disappeared almost immediately. The earth dragon’s
regeneration worked differently, resembling something found in
natural creatures.
“So are you saying it’s not a demon?” asked Dia.
“No, it was making a Fruit of Life. Only a demon can desecrate souls
like that. That means it’s a demon. But it may not all be a demon.”
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“Yeah, that’s the only way to explain it. The demon is probably in the
belly of that beast. That follows with the legend. The notion that the
hero killed the demon from within is only half-right. It’s likely that
the hero encountered the actual demon while inside the earth
dragon… Here, I have proof. I didn’t realize this during the fight, but
bottling up a part of a demon’s body like this and taking it with you
should be impossible.”
I pointed at the tentacles in the bottle, all of which were still jumping
around energetically. If the earth dragon was a demon, the severed
tentacles would have disappeared.
Things were moving fast when I’d cut off the tentacle with the WASP
knife, and it was possible that I overlooked something. This,
however, was definitive proof the giant creature wasn’t a demon.
I couldn’t yet decide for sure that the interior and exterior were
separate entities, but if my theory was correct, we had a chance of
winning.
“You said you had something to ask of us,” stated Dia.
“That’s right. If the outside is not a demon, it shouldn’t be able to
keep up if we deal it enough damage. Unlike the hero, I can’t brave
the mucus and search inside the earth dragon safely. That’s why
we’re going to kill the external beast to draw the demon out. We
should then be able to kill the demon. Here’s what I want from you
two. When I force the earth dragon out of its burrow, overwhelm it
with firepower and kill it for good. Use these to do it.”
I gave Tarte and Dia nearly all of the Fahr Stones I had filled with
earth, fire, and wind mana to use as bombs.
That left me two big cards to play.
“My job will be to fish the earth dragon from its burrow. No amount
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emerges from the hole, use all of these to hit it with the biggest blast
you can,” I instructed.
Dia frowned. “Hmm, how are you going to get that giant thing out of
the hole?”
“I’m gonna use the Fahr Stones I’m filling now for that.”
This strategy would put me in mortal danger, but I had already
confronted the earth dragon once, and my gut was telling me I could
pull this off.
“So Lady Dia and I will… Ah, I understand,” said Tarte.
“Me too. I’ll fill the Fahr Stones beyond their capacity and calculate
how to position them for the most effective bombing, and Tarte will
use wind to position the stones as I order her to,” reasoned Dia.
“Exactly.”
Fahr Stone blasts were strong, but the way to get the most effect out
of them was to inundate and crush the target.
The force from explosions traveled outward radially. If we used the
Fahr Stones without any thought to placement, most of the energy
would travel away from the target. We could prevent that by
surrounding the target with Fahr Stones and triggering multiple
bursts at once. The force would all travel inward, giving no room for
escape.
Determining the most effective deployment of the Fahr Stones,
quickly filling them past their capacity, and timing the explosions all
at once should not be humanly possible. Given Dia’s smarts and
sense for magic, though, I knew she was up to the task. The problem
was Dia wouldn’t be able to throw the stones where they needed to
go.
That was where Tarte came in. She had trained very hard with her
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would be able to deliver the Fahr Stones to the exact positions Dia
indicated.
“That’s going to be really hard. I’ll have to make three-dimensional
calculations the moment it emerges from the hole,” said Dia.
Tarte nodded. “That sounds really difficult.”
“You’ll have only a few seconds, and then Tarte will have to position
those stones immediately… This is the hardest thing I’ve ever asked
of either of you.”
Tarte and Dia exchanged a look. I understood that what I was asking
for was unreasonable. I wouldn’t be able to support them, either, as
sending the earth dragon flying was going to take all of my attention.
“I’ll do it,” Dia stated.
“…Me too. Um, Lord Lugh, do you think we can do it?” asked Tarte.
“Yes, of course. I decided that your present capabilities are
sufficient,” I answered affirmatively.
“Then I’ll definitely succeed!”
That reply was very like Tarte.
I wasn’t ready yet. I needed to prepare for this operation and think
of a backup strategy in case it failed.
My plan was built on a number of assumptions. I needed to bear in
mind the possibility that it might not work.

A few hours later, I had all the Fahr Stones I’d prepared for this
mission ready to go. I grabbed them, jumped into the hole, and used
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Before the descent, I’d performed a test on the severed tentacles to
determine why storms bothered the earth dragon in the legends.
The result turned out to be very simple—the creature was just bad
with water. Its reddish-brown skin repelled the liquid, but the
tentacle mucus washed away when cleaned.
Mucus was very important to the earth dragon. Everything the
secretions touched melted and then evaporated into the pink fog,
and it also served defensive purposes, as it was slippery enough for
blades to slide off without cutting its flesh.
The creature also had a habit of expelling mucus from its innards
when its external coat was rinsed off, suggesting that flooding the
earth dragon with water would cause it to dry up and weaken.
Understanding that left me with one course of action.
The Fahr Stones I was holding were not the ones filled with wind and
water mana; instead, they contained 100 percent water mana. I filled
two of the dangerous little spheres past their capacity and tossed
them into the hole.
What would happen if a Fahr Stone filled with the water mana of
three hundred mages exploded? The answer turned out to be quite
simple.
I watched the result play out in front of me. An incredible waterfall
surged into the hole, filling it with violently turbulent water.
Drainage in the crater must have been poor; the water level rose
quickly. It was as if the liquid had run up against a dam.
If my hypothesis was incorrect and the entire earth dragon was the
demon, it should’ve been content to stay below. If it died, it would
just revive immediately. Nothing was keeping it from waiting for the
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However, if the exterior was not a demon but a monster birthed
from a demon, it would have to surface. A regular creature would
not be able to return from death. I didn’t know if it would die from
losing all of its mucus or from suffocation, but it would perish
eventually.
The earth dragon could not take the third option of leaving.
According to Mina, once a demon began making a Fruit of Life, it
would break if abandoned for too long.
Surely the demon wouldn’t want all of its hard work to go to waste.
That meant it only had a single option.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You’re making me so mad, so
mad!”
The earth dragon’s giant figure leaped out of the hole, which had
become a full-fledged pool.
Unlike last time, it was out to kill, not to play. I could feel its
bloodlust. Flooding its lair must have upset it.
My hypothesis was correct. Now we had a chance of winning.
It was time to remove its ridiculously large armor and get a look at
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 Chapter 20 | The Assassin Tears Off
the Enemy’s Armor

I’d used Fahr Stones filled with water mana to submerge the sunken
town under a lake, and unable to handle the assault of water, the
earth dragon leaped out of the hole.
“I hate water, I hate water, hate, hate, haaaaaate! You will pay, pay,
pay!”
Being pursued by a mountainous figure like this earth dragon was
nothing if not terrifying. But I wasn’t going to look away.
Assassins never neglected even the most trivial pieces of
information. They understood that data meant everything for
ensuring success and survival.
I used the enhanced vision of my Tuatha Dé eyes to observe it very
carefully.
I knew it.
The wounds from Cannon Volley had already healed. However, the
earth dragon didn’t look identical to before the attack. When I broke
through its reddish-brown shell, its inner flesh had swollen to close
up the wounds, but the shell did not re-form.
I could still see the enlarged pink tissue closing the injuries. We gave
it all that time, but it still hadn’t fully mended. More and more, it was
apparent that the massive caterpillar beast was not a demon.
“The water must have agitated its wounds.”
“Hate, hate, hate, hate!”
Flooding the crater had worked precisely because the earth dragon
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within its mouth and curled up so the water would be repelled by its
shell. It wouldn’t have been bothered by the attack at all.
However, my Cannon Volley blasted off too much of its shell. That
enabled a large amount of water to soak through its wounds into its
interior, wash away its mucus, and cause great pain. This wasn’t my
intent when using it, but the Cannon Volley ended up not being a
waste.
The enraged earth dragon was closing in. Its eight malice-filled eyes
were trained only on me. That was a good sign.
It had been at ease during my first encounter with it, so much so that
it had been playing with me. It was extremely difficult to predict the
next move of an opponent in that state of mind.
Now that it was furious and set on killing me, it would be much
easier to deal with. Anger narrowed one’s vision, and intent to kill
limited one’s choices.
As the earth dragon charged, it extended its spear-like tentacles to
block off all paths of escape. Using normal evasion methods, dodging
would have been impossible.
“Let’s play,” I said.
I threw a Fahr Stone. This one was filled with 70 percent wind and 30
percent water. Instead of another waterfall, it unleashed a storm
containing heavy rain and an explosive gale.
The earth dragon was flying with unimaginable speed for its gigantic
frame, but it was only jumping, meaning it was working against
gravity. As a result, the gale visibly slowed it. That wasn’t all—water
was seeping into its innards, washing out the mucus of its tentacles,
and dulling its movement.
“I’m wet, I’m wet, I’m weeeet. Nooooooo, he’s escaping!”

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I was swimming through the wind, a feat possible because I was
using my body to manipulate air resistance. I’d created the storm
myself, so I knew the changes in the breeze. I used that to accelerate
and dodge the earth dragon and its attacks, then slip under it.
The storm cleared, and then I activated four more Fahr Stones.
“Take this!”
The final Fahr Stones were filled with 70 percent wind and 30
percent fire, a ratio specialized for explosive power. They formed a
directional burst that sent the giant earth dragon soaring.
I normally mixed in earth mana to maximize destruction but had left
it out this time. This was best if all I wanted to do was knock the
target away.
Naturally, using a weapon that powerful in midair sent me rocketing
toward the ground. I released all of my wind armor to slow myself
down as much as possible, but I was still certain to die instantly if I
hit the ground.
I knew that this would happen, so I’d come up with a plan
beforehand. I put on a mask to protect my eyes, ears, and mouth,
adjusted my posture in midair, and covered my body with mana. I
then landed in the water, sending up a big splash.
I’d submerged the town primarily in order to pester the earth
dragon; however, I’d also done it to use the water as a cushion.
The impact from hitting the water was still enormous, and despite
using mana to defend myself and wearing my special assassin’s
clothes made for shock resistance, I broke several bones.
I ended up tumbling all the way to the bottom of the crater, but I
didn’t suffer any major injuries. I kicked off the floor and rose to the
surface.
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I looked to the sky as I trod on the surface and took off my mask.
My skin was tingling from the dissolved mucus in the water. It was
still harmful even after being diluted to this degree.
I saw fifteen shining Fahr Stones fly toward the earth dragon, which
had been launched high into the sky. The little rocks traced odd
trajectories as Tarte’s wind guided them into place so that the force
of their rupturing would be directed inward. They were already ready
to burst.
As soon as the Fahr Stones all reached their target coordinates, they
exploded.
“Way to go, Dia. That was perfect positioning and timing.”
Once again, I covered myself in mana for defense and dove
underwater. The blast had come from fifteen Fahr Stones; even deep
in the hole, I was in danger of being killed.
The Fahr Stones also contained earth mana, scattering countless
deadly iron scraps.
The boom and shock of the detonation reached all the way to the
bottom of the water. The surface of the liquid evaporated, and the
entire lake grew warm. Bits of iron rained down, sending up columns
of water.
That’s what happens when you trigger fifteen explosions, each
containing the mana of three hundred mages, at once. Absurd.
I gasped as I came up for air.
Straining my eyes, I searched for the earth dragon. It seemed that
the enormous explosions had caused it to vanish without a trace.
If I was right, and it was indeed not a demon, it wouldn’t regenerate,
leaving only the true demon. Anything less than a demon wouldn’t
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I watched intently. If the earth dragon came back, we’d have no
choice but to run.
I poured mana into my Tuatha Dé eyes to make sure I overlooked
nothing and also used a wind probing spell.
Something began to happen. It looked like I was watching a bad
movie in reverse. Scorched pieces of flesh appeared in the air and
gathered together in the shape of a human figure, the burns
disappearing in the process.
When the regeneration was finished, a humanoid creature with
shining white skin hung in the air. Its appearance was strange, for it
possessed no unevenness or orifices. This made it look like a
mannequin.
“It’s gone? It’s gooooooone! My armor, my armor!
WAAAAAAAAAH!”
The demon’s scream sounded more like crying than an angry shout. I
had thought it sounded like a young boy, and it looked like I was
right.
He was clearly mentally immature. Whiplike appendages extended
from his alabaster skin and wrapped around a wall. Then he pulled
himself to the ground with them. He was likely thinking of fleeing.
The demon’s protective armor was gone. I could now kill him. I felt
significantly less mana and miasma coming from his body than I had
from Liogel.
“Time for my main profession.”
Not letting the slightest chance go to waste, I prepared to
assassinate the demon. I also made sure I was ready to support Tarte
and Dia if they needed it.
The demon had been totally safe inside his invincible armor, but
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 Chapter 21 | The Assassin Finishes
the Job

I had removed the earth dragon armor and forced out the demon’s
actual body.
The documents in the Sanctuary about each demon tended to be
more detailed the more difficult they were for past heroes to defeat.
The earth dragon armor had been described in great detail, but there
was nothing about the real demon except that he was killed inside of
the earth dragon.
I suspected that meant he wasn’t very strong. That’s why I decided to
fight him using our normal tactics: Tarte would confine the demon,
Dia would fire Demonkiller at him, and I would deliver the killing
blow.
When performing a surprise attack, it was best to be out of sight. The
hole the demon had bored into the ground was perfect for that.
“Freeze!”
I chilled the surface of the water so I could stand on it. That was all I
needed to fire with precision. I could even hit my mark from within
the crater. Given Railgun’s extreme firepower, shooting through the
ground and piercing the demon was going to be a piece of cake.
I produced my Railgun from the Leather Crane Bag and used a wind
probing spell to link the air and my vision. The new version of my
probing spell enabled me to aim and fire with Railgun from deep
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My role in this assassination was to finish the demon off by sniping
him and to help Tarte and Dia fight in the case that the demon was
too much for them.

~ Dia & Tarte’s Point of View ~

Dia and Tarte poked their heads out from a trench they had dug to
protect themselves from the explosion and iron shards. As soon as
Tarte threw the Fahr Stones, the pair crouched down in the ditch,
and Dia formed a strong magic barrier as a lid. Lugh had instructed
Dia to do so because they would have died otherwise.
“So…is the earth dragon dead?” Dia wondered.
“Yes, that giant, gross creature is gone. It looks like the only thing
remaining is a small human with shining white skin,” answered Tarte.
“Then Lugh was right.”
Tarte could also use Lugh’s special wind probing spell, allowing her to
observe the situation carefully while still remaining safely in the
trench. However, because the girl’s magic skill and computational
abilities were significantly inferior to Lugh’s, the range of her scan
was limited, and the information she collected had to be simplified
so she could process it.
“Your role in Lugh’s plan is to hold the demon in place,” instructed
Dia.
“Yes, my lady,” Tarte replied.
“Also, don’t forget that he told you to run if things become even a
little dicey for you.”
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Tarte grabbed her magic spear, Dia drew her pistol, and they both
leaped out of the trench.
Tarte injected a drug into her neck. It only worked for a limited time,
but it removed the limiter on the brain and increased one’s physical
abilities and mana output. The substance also boosted her
concentration.
Lugh had ordered her to aim for a brief fight. They didn’t yet know
this demon’s abilities, so it would be suicide to not go all out.
Tarte gripped her spear tight, and Dia added some new parts to the
barrel of the pistol she’d drawn from the holster on her thigh.
Dia was wielding a remodeled version of her firearm. It was a size
bigger, and it could be fashioned into a bayonet by adding parts to
the barrel. Magic runes were engraved on the blade.
“This feels great. It’ll make me even stronger.”
The bayonet had been added partially to give her a close combat
option, but more importantly, the weapon served as a magic wand. It
gave spells direction and assisted in gathering mana. Dia could cast
just fine without the wand, but having it increased her precision and
might.
The drawback of using a wand was that she wouldn’t be able to use
the pistol for self-defense against nearby assailants. That was why
Lugh had thought up a combination tool that could act as both. The
added weight pushed the pistol’s center of gravity toward the front
of the barrel, making it more difficult to handle, but its benefits far
outstripped its detriments.
“I’m going after him!” said Tarte.
The faceless demon was trying to flee. He’d decided to abandon
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They couldn’t afford to let him get away. There was no guarantee he
couldn’t create his earth dragon armor again. And if he did, another
town might fall prey to him. Tarte didn’t have a moment to spare.
She activated her most powerful skill, Beastification, and her fox ears
and tail emerged. A hostile, carnivorous glint filled her eyes. She also
performed the incantation for Wind Shield, covering her body in
armor made of air that could be used for defense and speed boosts.
“My homework is paying off.”
Not too long ago, Tarte would not have been able to suppress her
Beastification instincts, hampering her ability to cast spells. Due to
her daily training and the homework Lugh had assigned her,
however, she could now cast spells as difficult as Wind Shield
without issue.
“Danger, danger, danger, must kill.”
The faceless demon lacked eyes, ears, and a nose, but he still turned
to face Tarte and reached out his right hand. His sharp fingers
hardened and extended toward her with the speed of bullets. Tarte
relied on the animal senses and superhuman reflexes from
Beastification as she released wind to accelerate, dodged the attack,
and sped toward her prey.
The fingers she dodged stabbed into the earth, the dirt beneath each
finger transforming into a giant golem. They all pursued Tarte.
It had to be some version of the same ability the demon had
employed to create the earth dragon. If Tarte had been struck, she
might have become his puppet.
“Too slow!”
Tarte ignored the golems chasing her and hurried forward. She
released the rest of her wind to move quicker still, leaving the
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“So fast, so fast.”
The faceless demon reached out his left hand. Even with
Beastification, Tarte would be unable to evade at this distance. It
would have been physically impossible, no matter her reflexes and
agility.
So Tarte elected not to dodge it.
“You’re mine!”
The girl never faltered, and she succeeded in stabbing the faceless
demon before he was able to finish lifting his left hand. If she had
hesitated even for a second, she would have been too slow.
The demon was pinned to the ground by the spear. Tarte had thrust
it down diagonally to pierce the demon and trap him, and she ran
past him after the polearm left her hand.
That wasn’t the end, however. She turned around and began to
chant a lightning spell that Dia and Lugh had developed.
The spell was called Mighty Storm.
As the name implied, it produced a thundercloud and called down
lightning. Using a cloud instead of producing electricity directly
enabled a stronger lightning attack for the amount of mana
expended.
The spell did have some problems. Namely, it took time for the
lightning to strike, and as expected of a bolt from above, it was
rather inaccurate. With the demon pinned to the ground and Tarte’s
spear acting as a lightning rod, however, neither of those would be
an issue.
The five golems finally caught up to Tarte and tried to interrupt her
incantation. A bullet hole appeared in each of them before they had
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The golems were so massive that a measly bullet shouldn’t have
been able to stop them. However, the mana that had been imbued in
the bullets expanded, solidifying their joints and rendering them
completely immobile.
The shots had been empowered with earth mana.
“I recommend you don’t forget about me,” Dia stated before
beginning a new intonation.
Tarte cast her a look of thanks, then finally completed her own
magic.
“Mighty Storm!”
A violent thunderstorm appeared, and lightning struck. The bolt was
absorbed into the spear that pinned the demon. Electricity surged
through the mannequin-like creature’s body, frying his innards.
He had now been brought to a full stop. Dia finished her spell at that
moment. There was only one spell she could be using at a time like
this.
“Demonkiller!”
It was the one thing in the world that allowed a regular person to
slay a demon. It was so difficult that Lugh and Dia were the only two
in the world who could cast it, but Dia performed the incantation
effortlessly.
She fired a red bullet of compressed mana from the tip of the
bayonet that served as a wand. It hit the faceless demon, a field
expanded, and a shining heart mixed with crimson jewels appeared
in his abdomen.
That was the demon’s core. Until that was destroyed, demons would
not just regenerate from injuries, they would also revive endlessly. In
other words, destroying the core enabled the normally immortal
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“My heart is so beautiful…,” the demon muttered, entranced, as his
charred skin was restored. He didn’t seem to think he was in danger.
Only the hero could destroy the Crimson Heart without the help of
Demonkiller, and even once it was materialized, its hardness
surpassed that of all metals in the world. Enormous power was
required to smash it, and on top of that, Demonkiller only lasted a
few seconds.
The demon understood all of that, and that was why he felt at ease.
What the demon didn’t know was that an attack capable of ending
him was approaching at that very moment.
A second later, a bullet traveling ten times faster than the speed of
sound shot out of the ground and pierced the demon’s Crimson
Heart. After a slight delay, his body fell to pieces, and he
disappeared.
The demon did not regenerate again. He probably didn’t even have
time to process that he was dying.
The absurd speed and force of Railgun brought the fight to an
anticlimactic conclusion. Another demon was dead.
“Lord Lugh is amazing. He never misses,” said Tarte.
“He says he can see by linking with the wind, but he didn’t use his
eyes at all. Lugh’s a monster,” agreed Dia.
Tarte ended Beastification, and her fox ears and tail disappeared. Dia
removed the blade of her bayonet and returned the gun to her
holster.
The pair then exchanged a high five.
“I’m glad we won… That was the weakest demon we’ve encountered
yet,” Tarte remarked.
“He had probably invested most of his power into that giant, gross
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stood a chance against it. The way it could flee underground was
totally unfair, too,” said Dia.
Tarte nodded. “Yeah, Lord Lugh is truly a genius for coming up with a
plan to kill that thing.”
“That wasn’t the only reason we triumphed. That fight felt easy for
you because you’ve become crazy strong. You can fight a demon as
an equal now.”
“I owe that all to spending so much time by Lord Lugh’s side. I feel
like if I’m with him, there’s no limit on how strong I can become. You
are growing very powerful, too, my lady.”
Just as Maha had said, Tarte had changed. It wasn’t too long ago that
she would have modestly deflected Dia’s compliment. It was a
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“You’re likely right. Anyway, let’s go meet up with Lugh.”
“Okay! I can’t wait to hear him praise me.”
The two girls smiled and ran toward the hole where Bilnore had
been. To them, the joy of defeating the demon was significantly
outweighed by the joy of being praised, stroked, and embraced by
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 Epilogue | The Assassin Accepts an
Invitation

I used wind magic to observe the state of things aboveground. I had

no doubt that Railgun had destroyed the faceless demon’s heart, but
that didn’t mean I was free to relax yet.
I used an earth probing spell in addition to my wind one and
thoroughly scanned the area.
“…Everything seems fine.”
Now that I was certain the demon was gone, I exhaled and released
my concentration.
Just to be safe, I would need to check if the light of the demon statue
in the Sanctuary changed to red, just like with the lion demon. This
one had pulled an entire town underground—I had to be positive it
hadn’t gotten away, no matter how unlikely that was.
There was just one problem.
I feel a power rising from below… Looks like it was completed.
I felt a tremendous force beneath the frozen surface of the water.
There was an object glowing jade green.
It had formed just before I’d fired Railgun, and I saw all of the
remaining souls in the area get sucked down toward it at that
moment. I’d even felt like I was in danger myself. Had I not been
protected by mana, my spirit might have been stolen, too.
There was only one thing the object could be. It was the item that
demons created using ten thousand human souls in order to use as a
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After the faceless demon’s earth dragon armor was destroyed, he’d
abandoned the Fruit of Life and tried to flee. However, we had
unwittingly aided in completing it by stopping him.
“Thank goodness for my information network. We wouldn’t have
even made it here to fight otherwise.”
Without my agents and our remodeled hang gliders, the Fruit of Life
would have formed long before we arrived, and the earth dragon
would have disappeared somewhere.
No matter how strong I became, it would be meaningless without
ways to locate the enemy and the speed to reach them in time. It
wasn’t hard to imagine a scenario where I never caught up to this
mannequin demon and it managed to revive the Demon King.
“Now, what to do with the Fruit of Life…?”
I broke the ice, then used a wind spell to lift the Fruit of Life out of
the water and into the air. It resembled a green jewel, but it pulsed
like a living organism. It was beautiful and eerie at the same time.
However, a strong impulse overwhelmed all other thoughts
regarding it.
It looks delicious.
I started to drool. I had never felt so hungry in my life. The
anticipation of feasts and even starvation paled before it. Every cell
in my body was screaming for me to eat it.
I summoned all my willpower to resist. Just touching it would be
dangerous, let alone consuming it. However, there was something
about this object that was making me lose my mind, despite all my
assassin’s techniques to control my emotions and act logically.
My hand rejected reason and reached for the Fruit of Life. I
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gushed from the wound, and the intense pain distracted me from the
jewel a little. I knew that wouldn’t last, though.
I used earth mana on the floating Fruit of Life to enclose it within an
aluminum alloy. Strangely enough, a barrier of aluminum mixed with
silver trapped mana. Typically, I used that when carrying magic tools
around.
After I’d surrounded it with the thick alloy, my hunger lessened
significantly. I then stored it in my Leather Crane Bag, and the
temptation I felt for the Fruit of Life finally disappeared.
“That was close. One mistake and it would have been in my belly.”
If I had eaten an item made for the resurrection of the Demon King
that contained ten thousand human souls, I probably would have
either exploded or turned into a monster.
I wasn’t sure of that, though. Human instincts were very reliable.
Putting aside ethics, following your gut feelings almost always
resulted in the correct decision. You could eat the majority of things
you desired to. You naturally hungered for what your body craved,
after all.
If my instincts were telling me to eat the Fruit of Life, there was a
chance it would be good for me. I didn’t want to take that gamble,
though. Losing could mean either dying or becoming a monster.
It was too risky.
Performing human experimentation would also prove difficult. My
subject could become a terrifyingly powerful creature the moment I
fed the fruit to them.
Still, I could conceive of other uses. Studying the Fruit of Life might
reveal more about the Demon King. I could also use it as a
negotiating chip with Mina.
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Regardless, the best thing to do at present was take it with me rather
than make a hasty choice. It only delayed the issue, though.
“Guess I should go back aboveground.”
I sensed with the wind that Tarte and Dia were racing toward the
hole. For now, I could focus on celebrating our victory with them.

The Fruit of Life was safely tucked away in the Leather Crane Bag.

Dia and Tarte flew into my arms as soon as I rose aboveground. I

expected this behavior from Dia, but Tarte was usually too
embarrassed. It must have been the side effects of Beastification.
I was relieved to see them both unhurt.
“You were great, my lord,” said Tarte.
“Your plan couldn’t have been better this time,” agreed Dia.
“Everyone played their roles perfectly. This was a team victory,” I
replied.
If any one of us had failed, the mission would have fallen apart. We
truly were the best team.
We hugged to share in the joy that we were all safe, then pulled
apart.
Dia squinted at me.
“Something feels off. There’s a strange mana around you.”
“About that… The Fruit of Life ended up forming. I was exposed to it
when I put it away.”
Although I’d resisted consuming it, the waves it gave off had still
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No power had leaked out of the Leather Crane Bag after I put the
Fruit of Life into it, but I was worried about the other items inside. I
knew putting the fruit in there was a risk, but there was no way I
could leave it behind, and carrying it by hand was not an option,
either.
“Are you going to be okay?” Dia asked.
“I wasn’t exposed for too long. The energy should scatter on its own
eventually… I can’t have anything happen to you two, though. You
should keep your distance from me for a bit. Tarte, take Dia on your
hang glider and return home first,” I ordered.
Neither one of them moved.
“If anything happens to you, you’ll need someone nearby to deal
with it. There’s no way we can abandon you,” insisted Dia.
“I will stay by your side, too. If you say you’re okay, my lord, I believe
you,” Tarte added.
“…Thanks.”
We were all in the same boat now. I couldn’t call it logical, but I was
sure the three of us would get through it just fine.
“Tarte, Dia, step back,” I ordered, putting them behind my back to
protect them.
By probing the wind, I had detected a presence nearby. Facing it, I
drew my concealed gun.
“After insisting on just watching this entire time, now you decide to
show yourself…Naoise.”
The man before us was my friend who had been manipulated by the
snake demon Mina into abandoning his humanity to grow stronger.
Evidently, he’d grown even more powerful since we last met. That
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“I wanted to fight, too, but Mistress Mina ordered me not to.”
It’s Mistress Mina, is it?
Last I saw, Naoise and Mina were equals in their relationship. Now
he was referring to her as a superior.
She had him wrapped around her finger. At least Naoise still wanted
to fight for humankind. He wouldn’t have wanted to battle a demon
otherwise.
“I see. Let’s get to the point. You waited this long to show yourself. I
assume you have something to tell us?”
“I want you to follow me. Mistress Mina is waiting for you.”
Naoise pointed at the ground, and a giant snake emerged from that
spot. He climbed up on top of its head and beckoned for us to join
him. The snake was enormous, so there was plenty of room.
“What if I refuse?”
“I would have to fight you.”
Naoise drew his magic sword.
Although he was more capable than last time, I would still beat him.
Unfortunately, he was strong enough that I couldn’t risk holding
back, so I’d be forced to kill him.
I thought of Naoise as a friend, so I wanted to avoid that. Plus, I
wanted to speak with Mina anyway.
“Got it. Let’s go. I’ve never traveled by snake before… Tarte, Dia, stay
close to me.”
“Trust me, I will. I hate snakes,” said Dia.
Nervously, Tarte remarked, “…This is kind of scary.”
They both grabbed on to my collar, and we climbed onto the snake’s
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creature’s head provided surprisingly solid footing, and it had a
number of horns you could grab on to for balance.
Once we were all on, Naoise spoke words that were clearly not in a
human language. The serpent responded by taking off at a speed
that outpaced a horse-drawn carriage.
Undoubtedly, we were bound for Mina’s secret demon hideout.
There was no way she would let us ride a giant snake into a town
where she operated as a human.
Mina absolutely knew what the earth dragon—that faceless
demon—was doing.
Despite that, she’d elected to give me no information. I wanted to
know why. Depending on how this went, my alliance with Mina could
collapse.
Should that come to pass, getting out of her den alive would be
difficult. I needed to make preparations before we arrived.
I assumed the worst, because that is what assassins do.

Afterword

Thank you very much for reading The World’s Finest Assassin Gets
Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat, Vol. 5.
I’m Rui Tsukiyo, the author.
I’m so glad you chose to read Volume 5.
I bet some readers were surprised by how the goddess acted this
time!

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The unavoidable return of the Demon King and the hero’s terrible
blunder are fast approaching. Please look forward to the next book!

Promotion
The second volume of the manga, drawn by Hamao Sumeragi,
releases in July. Please check it out!
The anime adaptation of my other series, Redo of Healer, also
published by Kadokawa Sneaker Bunko, is proceeding smoothly, and
its broadcast schedule should be announced soon. (It’s a pretty lewd
revenge story.)
Not much longer until it airs! Please check that out, too.

Thanks
To Reia, thank you for providing wonderful illustrations for this
volume as well.
To Miyagawa, my lead editor, thank you for always giving me such
quick and honest responses.
To the editing team; all involved at Kadokawa Sneaker Bunko; lead
designer, Takahisa Atsuji; and all the people who have read this far,
thank you very much!

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