The World’s Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat - Volume 3 - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 | The Assassin Scolds His Student

I took a moment to stretch. I’d been doing precision work in my room since dinner, so my shoulders were tight.

After seeing Tarte use the gun today, I’d decided on a few minor tweaks. I was satisfied with the force and precision but thought the reloading system could stand to improve.

The two big disadvantages of the mana-blocking mechanism and the size of the gun were the limit of six bullets and the need to restock them all individually after exhausting them. The mana-blocking mechanism, which prevented accidental explosions, also slowed reloading time, and it demanded more effort than a regular revolver.

As the gun was, reloading it in the middle of combat was not realistic. Unfortunately, if I made it easier to load rounds, the mana-blocking mechanism would become less reliable.

“…Maybe I should come at this from a different angle.”

I considered the idea of swapping out preloaded cylinders. That sort of thing was common for automatic handguns, but it wasn’t impossible for a revolver.

“This should work.”

With this new remodel, reloading in the heat of battle was now a possibility. It didn’t look like strength would be a problem, either, but spare cylinders were bulky.

“All right, next, I’ll make guns for Dia and me.”

While Dia and I could both use Gun Strike, employing a gun prepared beforehand would be significantly swifter. Being able to release a lethal attack without the need for an incantation was a huge advantage. Seeing as the weapon was the size of an ordinary handgun, it would be easy to carry as well.

I’d need to reduce the force of Dia’s gun, though, as she couldn’t match Tarte’s physical strength, even after empowering herself with mana.

After calculating the force of the weapon, I drew up a blueprint. The reduced strength meant Dia’s firearm could be made smaller. She would have an easier time both carrying it and firing it.

Time flew by as I worked on the design.

“That should do it.”

It was getting late, so I decided to end things now that I had completed the design. The building phase would come tomorrow. I crashed onto my bed, and just when my consciousness began to drift away, I heard a knock at the door.

“Lord Lugh, do you have a moment?”

It was Tarte. What could she want at this hour?

“Come in.”

I quickly put away all the dangerous stuff I had lying around and then beckoned her in.

“Sorry for coming by so late.”

She seemed nervous for some reason, and her voice was trembling. The sight of what she was wearing nearly made me cry out in shock.

“Tarte, what in the world are you doing wearing that?”

“U-um, you know…”

Tarte was dressed only in a white negligee. It clung tightly to her body, and her well-developed arms and legs were bare. The dress was slightly transparent, enough so I could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her body was also a little flushed, as if she’d come from a hot bath. She looked unbelievably attractive.

A pleasant scent wafted on the air. I recognized the smell from a new Natural You perfume that I developed. We’d added it to meet a demand from customers who wanted something that would entice men.

The product was only distributed in regular shipments to our members. That could only mean that my mom was behind this. She was in regular contact with Maha and had secretly become a member of Natural You.

I’d also laid eyes on the negligee that Tarte was wearing before. My mom showed it off a long time ago while saying something like she would bewitch Dad and give me a little sister. She’d since retailored it for Tarte.

“I can guess most of it already, but I’ll ask anyway. Just what did my mom fill your head with?”

“Um, I—I am your assistant, my lord, and an assassin. She said that because girls aren’t as strong as boys, they need to compensate by using their bodies as weapons of seduction, so she told me to get some training from you. She also made it clear that as your personal retainer, it’s my duty to service you… As an assassin and a maid, I need to, um, do it with you.” Red as a beet, Tarte falteringly recounted everything she’d heard from my mom.

In her own way, my mom was likely trying to help, but this was the last thing I needed her doing for me. She was probably only doing it in pursuit of some selfish desire, like wanting to see the faces of her grandchildren as soon as possible. Tarte had just been unfortunate enough to get swept up in it all.

“Tarte.”

I called her name, then grabbed her arms forcefully, threw her onto my bed, pinned her down, and hung over her.

“Eek, Lord Lugh!” she shrieked. Though quivering, her eyes still seemed somewhat impassioned as she looked up at me. Even Tarte’s breath seemed sweet. I felt my pulse quicken.

Beholding her in that moment, I wanted desperately to give in to desire. I hadn’t considered Tarte as a romantic interest, but this forced me to realize how attractive she was.

Evidently, I still had a lot of maturing to do. My body might have been overflowing with sexual desire, but losing my presence of mind so easily was unbecoming.

Lust wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. I was also rather angry at Tarte. I’d have to give her a strict scolding.

“You have no idea what you’re saying.”

Tarte was ridiculously beautiful. Sexy, too. Even nobles who saw a plethora of enticing women in their lives would want her. She’d drawn the eyes of many at the academy. Some idiots had even approached me about buying her.

“M-my lord, your face is scaring me.”

My unusual behavior was causing Tarte to panic. I squeezed her breasts.

“That hurts…”

They were big and soft, and they still had plenty of growing left to do.

“If you’re serious about this, I can teach you how to use your body as a tool for assassination. However, you’ll have to lie with many people. Do you understand what that means?”

Tarte went silent. My mom had put her up to this, so she hadn’t realized what she was committing to. She was only thinking about having sex with me and hadn’t thought about what would happen once she finished her training and had to take on a real job.

“Try to imagine it, okay? Using your feminine charms as a weapon means having your body violated by men you don’t even like and then looking for an opportunity to kill them.”

I put my legs between her thighs to prevent her from closing her crotch. Then I squeezed her breasts even harder.

Tears started to form in Tarte’s eyes, and she cowered despite knowing that it was only me.

“You’re scared, right? Even with someone you know, you’re frightened. I haven’t done anything yet, and you’re already trembling. Do you really think you can assassinate like this? All right, let’s practice. Try it. I’m going to do terrible things to you. Look for an opportunity and shove your gun against my stomach.”

I’d instructed Tarte to carry a gun with her everywhere she went. She had one strapped to her even now.

Were this an actual situation, her carrying a firearm in such a way wouldn’t be an issue. The holster bound to her thigh wasn’t large, and this world wasn’t well acquainted with pistols. Her target would believe it to be an accessory of some sort.

I tried to force off Tarte’s negligee as tears streamed down her face, and then she pulled the handgun from her holster and aimed for my stomach. She was too slow, however, and I grabbed her hands and twisted.

“That’s a failure. This isn’t the right moment to strike against a man. If you’re going to make a move, it’s got to be later, when he’s less wary. Wait until he is drunk on lust for you and loses sight of all other things around him.”

“I-I’m sorry—”

I let Tarte go and stood up.

“You’re not ready for seduction.”

I grabbed some tea leaves and cups I had stocked in my room, used a spell to produce some hot water, then brewed Tarte a bit of relaxing tea and handed it to her. She drank it slowly, and she steadily calmed down.

“I had no idea that was going to be so scary. But, um…”

“Are you saying you just weren’t ready? Do you want to try again after you prepare yourself?”

“If it will be of help to you,” Tarte insisted, locking her still-moist eyes with mine.

Her persistence wasn’t because my punishment hadn’t been strong enough. This girl was truly determined to do anything for me.

“You’re stubborn in the weirdest places. I believe you, but I still won’t allow it,” I said.

“Because I’m ill-suited for it?”

“No. You are beautiful and have a personality that men love—you’re extremely well suited for that sort of job. Your timid nature might work against you, but that could be treated with experience.”

Tarte was a hard worker. If she set her mind to a task, she could do it.

“Then why?” she pressed.

“Because the idea of you with another man upsets me,” I admitted, speaking from the heart. Tarte was my assistant, but I also thought of her as an important family member.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said.”

“U-um, I’m happy. I’m happy that I’m dear to you, my lord.”

“You always have been. I’m sorry I haven’t made that clear.”

“That’s not what I meant! I know you value me very, very much. That is why I love you, my lord!”

Both of us had been through a lot tonight, and we were confessing things we usually would have kept bottled up.

“After you finish that drink, return to your room and rest. Sorry for scaring you like that,” I said.

“It’s all right. I understand that it was for my sake. I’m not scared at all anymore.”

Tarte was relaxedly sipping her tea. There was no more need for me to fret.

“Um, I won’t bring up using seduction for assassination anymore… But, you know, what about my service as a maid?” Tarte asked, looking at me with upturned eyes.

“Let’s save that for another day. I don’t feel like sleeping with a girl who started shaking just because a man threw her down on the bed.”

“Hmph, you’re such a bully sometimes, my lord,” Tarte pouted.

She then left my room looking happy but also somehow disappointed. When she was gone, I let out a big sigh.

“That was a close call.”

Everything I did to Tarte was an act to deter her, but resisting had been difficult. Losing myself and simply making love to her had been very tempting.

“…I’ll make Mom pay for convincing Tarte to do something like that.”

That was in horrible taste. I overlooked most of her pranks, but this was too much. She needed to be punished.