The day I went home to my parents' house, they gave me a big celebration of my coming of age.
　The next morning, I woke up the next morning when I felt a presence and my mother was about to walk into my room. Being an assassin, I would wake up whenever someone approached me, no matter how tired I was.
　I continued to pretend to be asleep and she stared at me. ........mostly at the lower half of my body.
　Once again, I think, my mother has not changed. I've grown a lot in the last two years, but she hasn't aged at all. It's strange that she's already over forty, but for all intents and purposes, she only looks like she's in her mid-20s.
　........Does Touahade have a secret technique to keep you young?
　If there's such a thing, I feel like it's going to be more of a hit than latex.
　I sit up.

'Good morning. Mom, what's going on in the morning?
I'm sorry to hear that. I can't believe I'm okay today.

That pretty much sums it up.
　I knew the tart had told you.
　The history of the rogue towahade's greatest black hole.

You know what? If I had one experience like that, I'd at least take precautions, and I'd be sick if that happened to me every day.
Boring.
I mean, would you like to see your son do that?
'I'd love to see it!　It's proof that you're a grown-up, rogue girl.
Oh, shit.

He gives a twitchy smile.
　.........The black history that Tart would have told me.
　That was just a year ago. It was the autumn of his thirteenth year.
　Both Tart and Maha usually hid it without showing any such pretense, but they were hungry for love and lonely.
　They have an absolute longing for the idea of family.
　Not surprisingly, they are both still little girls, and yet they have lost their families.
　Sometimes the loneliness was unbearable.
　Only then did they try to sleep together.
　When the two of us slept together, we would gladly accept it.

I didn't mean to be obnoxious. It was just a way of sleeping together. Still, it's comforting to feel the warmth of someone else's body.
　This habit also helps us bond.
　I just didn't understand what a man's body was. Especially the blue urges of the mid-teens.
　Of course, I wasn't so blown away by reason as to mess with Tart and Maher.

That day, Tart and Maha both happened to be begging for it at the same time, and the three of them went to bed together. The three of us woke up in the morning and smiled at each other, wishing each other a good morning.
　Then something strange happened. Tart sniffed and said he smelled something strange. Maha nodded her head in agreement. I was getting impatient with my lower half of my body being sticky.

He hadn't even had much experience with dream semen in his previous life, and this was his first ejaculation as a rogue in the first place, and it took him a long time to figure out what had happened, which delayed his initial reaction.
　That's what made them both aware of it.
　I'll never forget the look on both of their faces at that moment.
　The shame play of the two of them turning red in the face, looking at me sideways while they turned their faces away and looked at me with guns blazing.

I wanted to die. Tart and Maha are family, not people to whom I direct those feelings.
　They said we were family on a daily basis and acted like they were their father and brother, but this abomination.
　It's ruining everything.

I thought I heard the sound of everything I'd built up so far crumbling away in an instant.
　For some reason, neither of them disliked me at all, and it was rather hard for them to care for me.

''Master Lug, well, you'll have to make an offer to me next time!　I'm a servant of Master Rouge and will take care of things like that!　It's not easy to build up!　This is a necessary care!'
''.........Brother Lug, even though you call me your sister, your body is honest. Sometimes I wonder if my sister and my girlfriend don't have to choose one over the other, can't we have both?

I had no idea those two were going to make a joke about me.
　It was a joke, but it was funny. I didn't have to worry about their dignity as father and brother.
　I still don't know why the opportunities for the two of them to ask me to sleep with them increased dramatically after that.
　Since then, I've been careful not to expose them to that kind of ugliness again.
　Especially I don't want Maha and Tart to ever see the uncool parts of me.
　I had also taken measures to avoid an outburst.
　........I think it's troublesome for my body. The s*xual desire at this age is abnormal.
　Even the greatest assassin cannot escape the shackles of the body.

The man.

'I want to see your growing body, Roug,' he said, forcing his mother, who was sitting in her room even as she tried to get dressed, to get ready and come to the kitchen.
　The breakfast that Tart had made was lined up, and when Tart finished serving the food, he stood behind me.
　As usual, the food Tart makes is delicious.
　The food is delicious as always, and perhaps it's because it's made with ingredients from Tauaharde, which gives it a nostalgic feel.
　When we finished eating, my mother chuckled and brought in four blind dates.

In this day and age, there is no such thing as a photograph, so in the case of an arranged marriage, I give them a picture.
　As far as the pictures were concerned, they were all beautiful, with good family backgrounds and close to my age. They're all good deals, objectively speaking.
　Although Touahade's estate tax revenue is not much, but most nobles know that I have a great income as a doctor, a front earner, and that I have connections with great nobles, so I don't have any trouble with matchmaking partners like this.
　Tart, who is waiting behind him as a servant, is in a mood of mindless displeasure.

''No, mother. I don't care about this kind of thing. I'm not going to take an arranged marriage.''

I'm in love with Dia, I don't need it.
　Tart looked relieved at the back.
　If it were a normal nobleman, the eldest son's marriage would be a tool used to make connections and get ahead, and would be thoroughly vetted and frantically scrambled to root around, but neither my parents nor I have any interest in that direction.
　If we raise the knighthood any further, there will be more troublesome relationships and work to do. The current fiefdom is enough.
　The reason why my mother brought this arrangement to me is probably because she can't wait to see her grandchildren's faces.

I can't wait to see my grandchildren's faces. Mom can't wait to see her grandchildren's faces!

.... just as I thought.
　Tart looks like he wants to say something, so I allow the conversation to take place.

'I think it's too early for that rogue-sama.
'Not fast enough!　You're an adult now. If you lean on it too much, you'll be a grandmother before your grandchildren are born!　Or will the tart give birth to you!　.........If I think about it calmly, Tart-chan has magical powers, and unlike the nobleman's children, she won't increase the amount of troublesome relationships and such, so it might be a bargain. It's also a nice feeling to be able to make a baby right now.
Well, you know, if that's, uh, if that's what Master Roughyde wants.

My poor mother teases me, and Tart looks at his feet, red to his ears.

I mean, I didn't have to go along with that joke.

'Mom, stop making fun of the tart,'
'I'm not teasing you, though. I mean, I've been wondering about it since a while ago... What is it, Lug? The way you talk!　And he used me and others, it's kind of cheeky!
'Now that I'm an adult, I'm not sure about the way I used to talk to you. I tried to fix it up a bit.

I thought about being a good little rogue in front of my mother, but I was reminded of that in the morning. My mother needs to be a child.

'Oh no!　My little rogue girl has gone astray. I don't want to talk that wildly!

........My mother still hasn't realized that I was going to thoroughly correct my tone in reverse with this child treatment.

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That night, I released two messenger pigeons into the sky.
　They are in Murteu, delivering a letter to Maha.

Maha is in charge of Orna, the makeup brand, in my absence.
　She is indeed a heavy burden on her own, but she is assisted by her fake brother, Balor's son, Beruid.
　He has been gifted from an early age and has connections in many places. He has a lot of experience in actual combat.
　After all, he came to take my classes every day for two years, unless there was a great deal of circumstance, and absorbed the knowledge. It's also helped him to make further strides, and he's very good at it.

Even though the makeup brand, Orna, is becoming a mainstay of the Balor Chamber of Commerce, it's unusual for him to work under me considering his position, but according to him, he still wants to learn from me.
　I've been told that assisting Maha will make that happen.
　I've told Maha to learn from the bells and whistles, while actively working with him on the 'front'. He can learn as much from the Beluid as he can learn from me.

Now we're all set.

The letter I sent to Maha contained two instructions.
　One is to gather information about the target of this assassination, Count Azuba Venkaur. Mrs. Venkaur is also a client of Orna's. There should be data.
　I'll use that as a foothold to find out everything I can about Count Venkaur.
　........I don't know if I can rely on my client's information in this case.
　That's why I also use my own eyes and ears.

The other is the instruction to send a letter to the Countess of Venkaur that Orna's representative, Irg Balor, wants to visit her to show her the new products.
　The more guilty one is, the more wary and difficult to approach, but if it's Irg, the representative of the cosmetic brand, Orna, Madame Venkaur will be happy to receive him.

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Four days later, the materials were delivered to Touahade.
　Because of the large amount of information and the bulk of the materials, the carriage was used to transport them disguised as cosmetics because they were too bulky to be carried by a carrier pigeon.
　Orna also conducts regular home delivery sales for its members, and since my mother is a member, it's not unnatural for a carriage to come from Murteau like this.
　The regular home delivery service for members was proposed and adopted by me.

We'll send you a few assortments of cosmetics that are one rank higher than those sold in stores every month.
　It's a service for the rich, and they charge a good price for it.
　In fact, the quality is good. The products on the store shelves are compromised to some extent in order to keep the price down, but this doesn't have that compromise. Just quality is the only thing they are looking for.

Otherwise, it would be a frequent occurrence that people who want to resell the products monopolize them and sell them to rich people at exorbitant prices.
　By providing a service that ensures the delivery of top-quality products in exchange for large sums of money, the cosmetics brand Orna is able to consistently earn a large amount of profit from those who are willing to pay, and it also prevents resale.
　The feeling of superiority of being able to obtain special cosmetics without having to fight for them in the store, as long as you have enough money, is very popular with the rich, and the orders were so large that they were quickly filled to capacity.
　Nowadays, membership in Orna has become a status symbol for the rich and noble.

I asked my mother to become a member because regular mail is a reliable and reliable way to exchange information with Maha without feeling the connection between me and Irg Balor.

'Maha works fast. Are you sure he's spreading the drugs around? You're really embarrassing yourself, aren't you?

The Balor Chamber of Commerce's information network was incredibly wide.
　In addition, the Balor Chamber of Commerce had turned its attention to Count Azuba Venkaur because of the bad behavior in Murteu as well.
　Drugs are a misfortune for all but those who sell them.
　Count Venkaur encourages young aristocrats to play with fire at secret parties with their fellow aristocrats to get them addicted, and he also seems to be using the mafia to disperse the drugs in the city with great fanfare.

The drug he uses is made from a perennial herb called Wiese, and it is more of a stimulant than a drug.
　It causes rapid brain arousal, clearing of vision, and at the same time has a strong stimulant effect. To put it terribly simply, it's a blast.
　The price of tremendous pleasure is extreme addiction and the inability to live without the drug.
　So far, Murteau has stopped the drug's infiltration at the water's edge, but the neighboring towns and other places seem to be in dire straits.

'We'll have to kill them,'

Of course, if you're doing a messy business like this that could easily be caught in the Balor Chamber of Commerce's net, you'll be on the front burner.
　But Count Azuba Venkaur has cut the shackles of the mafia's drug shipments through his own territory, and he even calls it an achievement, catching the small fry in his own territory like a lizard's tail cutter.
　The only reason he can push through with that seems to be because he's bribing a higher-ranking nobleman who's protecting the count with a large amount of money.
　........The independence and power of the aristocracy is unusually strong in this country. If there is a certain amount of establishment and the great nobles are protecting it, the royalty will not be punished.
　I can't find any evidence that they are selling information to their neighbors, but the drugs alone are worthy of condemnation.
　The volume of trade is slowly increasing. If left unchecked, all of Alvan will be contaminated with drugs.
　If we can't bring them to justice by the hand of the law, then we have no choice but to cut out the diseased area with assassination.
　This is the work of Touahade.