I've come to King's Landing.
　The purpose was the Founding Festival and the assassination of the Second Prince.
　While planning and gathering information about the second prince, I realized what Princess Farina and Duke Romalung meant when they said it was too late.

He no longer cared about the national interest, he was a puppet of the snake demon race Meena.
　The quality of his achievements when he was working as a puppet of Princess Farina and the others was bad.
　He's unstoppable because of his position as the second prince and his illustrious track record. Even after I was asked to assassinate him, he's done a lot of things.

''You didn't bring your lovely squires with you, did you?
I wouldn't have wanted to bring you along if I could.

I'm in disguise for the National Day of Prayer.
　As Frank Harzman, one of the young merchants.
　Frank Haltzman's family register was not provided by my father, but rather I obtained it on my own.

He was a merchant who was eaten by a demon while peddling and is now a lifelong loner. He's the perfect person to borrow my name.
　For the Founding Festival, there will be many stalls.
　There he opens a shop there under the name of Frank Hartsman.
　And for some reason, Nevan is helping me with that shop. In disguise, of course.

What they sell are crepes. They are specially made by mixing potato starch into the dough.
　This increases the amount of starch in the dough and gives it a glutinous texture.
　In addition to the texture, the dough has the advantage of not tearing even when baked thin, and it becomes almost transparent.

The translucent, thinly baked dough is beautiful, sticking to the mouth and sensual.
　The ingredients are fine whipped cream and seasonal fruits.
　No tricks with the ingredients, but wrapping the most delicious things of the moment.
　The aim is to hit the jackpot, and a queue forms a short time after the restaurant opens, and it never stops.
　Why don't you become our patron and open a restaurant in Wangdu?　There was even an invitation to join the queue.

You can be proud to be able to stand in line in a city full of discerning people. You're also a top-notch cook. But don't you think that's a bit much?
'This is King's Landing. It's more conspicuous to serve something other than top-notch in a food stall that's good enough to be allowed in King's Landing.

Normally, the fewer customers you have, the better.
　After all, it's only a fake to stay at the point where you can kill the prince and not seem unnatural.

''That's true, too. But won't it have a negative impact on your day job?
We can do it in this situation. In fact, it's a good cover for us to be out in the open like this.

No one expects to be able to kill it while serving customers in a restaurant with enough lines.

Incidentally, the entire conversation now is not sound.

The exchange is in the sign of an assassin who conveys the words by a small trembling of his lips.
　Moreover, they don't pay attention to their lips but set their viewpoints separately and catch them out of the corner of their eyes. If they are looking at each other's lips with a gun to each other's lips, the people around them will think they are suspicious.
　........Even though he's not an assassin, he's a monster around being able to do this kind of thing so easily.

The reason I didn't bring Tart or Dia with me is because of my lack of disguise skills.
　If it's just a disguise, I can handle it with my help.
　But in the case of those two, their behavior remains the same as the two of them.

To play a different person perfectly is to build a different person inside yourself, to unconsciously trace their breathing, their quirks, their speech, their gestures, their way of thinking, their pacing with people.
　If you can't do that, it's just cosplay.
　It's not something that can be done overnight.
　However, Nevan can do it.
　So Princess Farina's shadow warrior is not an expert?

''Hmph, I'm looking forward to watching you kill.
I'm sure we've given you the plans.
Yeah, but all I said was that I'd aim for it from here and let it die of natural causes.

I'm not going to tell you exactly how.
　I don't want any information to get out.

"I don't want you to worry. I don't know if this is going to make any sense to you.

Once this place is secured, 90% of the mission is a success.
　The course and time of the parade have been thoroughly researched in advance by the royal family.
　During the parade, they will be accompanied by an escort and will travel in carriages. In addition, soldiers stand at regular intervals to prevent civilians from getting to them.
　You can get around them, but if you cause such a commotion, an assassination will be suspected.

However, there is a point in the route of progress where the carriage with the prince in it and the spectators are quite close to each other. The road is narrower and they are forced to get closer.
　That's where this stall is located.
　The distance between the prince's carriage and the audience was 3 meters.
　That three meters is the distance at which the assassination is possible under this condition.

In order to open the stall in this position, I enlisted the help of Romalung.
　I believed that Romalung would do well while hiding the traces of screwing up the stall, and in fact, he was right.
　The crepes sold steadily.
　And the number of customers dwindled slightly.

Because the parade had begun.

The soldiers who were organizing the procession because of the narrowing of the road began to precede them, and then they changed the direction of the procession to make room for the convoy to pass.
　After that, one by one, the royals passed in front of us.

Especially popular was the First Prince. The first prince is even hailed as a warrior god. He himself is fiercely strong, and his leadership skills and military strategies are excellent.
　However, if I were to pick a problem, it would be that he specializes too much in battle only. He has a good head on his shoulders as he is skilled in strategy and tactics. He's also skilled in the art of winning people's hearts and minds because he's adored by many of his subordinates.
　And yet, he is a clunker when it comes to politics. Probably the type of person who can only be passionate about what he is interested in.

And the next most popular is Princess Farina. The client of the assassination. She has a stunning beauty and a compassionate smile.
　Once a month in King's Landing, she holds a charity concert in the largest hall in the Kingdom of Arvan and sings, and it is always packed. Tickets are sold out in a few minutes.
　According to a visitor there, she has the voice of an angel.
　Her popularity is as an idol.
　However, it is a mimicry and a schemer.
　Up to this point, all the princes and princesses except the second prince went through, but with the exception of the first prince and Princess Farina, she is not very popular.
　However, the people think that he was just born into royalty.
　And..........

''At last.''

Closing it out was the second prince.
　Considering that the top batter was the first prince, he probably brought a talented man to the beginning and the end.
　The second prince, in contrast to the first prince, has accumulated achievements and reputation in politics and diplomacy.
　........thanks to being a puppet of Princess Farina and Duke Romalung, though.
　However, an achievement is an achievement.

Combined with his sweet mask, he's as popular as the First Prince and Princess Farina.
　I can tell by the size of people's murmurs that they're getting closer.
　I increase my concentration.
　They're coming.
　The second prince is smiling at me.
　Just like his portrait, he is a neat young man with a yellow voice.
　But........there was no life in his eyes.
　The air is stagnant and the spirit that he wears is disturbed. He's not in his right mind right now.

I look at the second prince with Touahade's eyes.
　I analyze the color and wavelength of his magic power.
　The magician is unconsciously clothed with magical power even in normal times, and a common man's slash with a sword will not be fatal.
　You need firepower to kill them.

But if you try to attack with that kind of firepower, you'll stand out inexplicably.
　If you don't have firepower, you can't kill him, and if you have firepower, the assassination will be realized.

If it was allowed to be determined as an assassination, there were plenty of opportunities to kill it with [gunfire] from an extremely long distance.
　This time, they can't even realize that there was an assassination. That's why it's a difficult job, and I'm doing various preparations like this.

I start chanting.
　He barely moves his lips, and at a volume that is not even audible to the customers who are waiting for the crepe to form in front of them.
　A new magic developed with Dia.
　It is an attributeless magic, and its use is the counter-annihilation of magic power.
　Each person has a wavelength of magic power. By shooting the magic power that matches the wavelength, it makes a hole in the armor of magic power that the target is wearing.
　Because there is no physical damage, they don't even notice that they have been shot at.
　........It's just a very difficult technique.
　First of all, unless you're a Touahade eye, you can't read the wavelengths, and if you pour more magic power than necessary, you'll be able to penetrate it instead of counter-annihilate it.
　But I can do it.
　Just before it passes by, the chanting is completed.
　An invisible magic bullet flies around my neck and punches a hole in the flow of magic power that the second prince wears.
　He then uses a dark machine disguised as a stall equipment and ejects a specially made needle.
　This darkener was large, and the only way to bring in something like this without being suspicious was at the stall.
　The second prince held his neck and tilted his head to talk about something with his guards.
　I can't hear him from here, so I use my lip-reading technique.

''Prince, what has happened to you?''
"Just give me a break. It's nothing. Just go ahead.

The second prince removes his hand from his neck.
　There is not a single scar there.
　It's a success.
　The second prince walks past as if nothing had happened.

'Come on, sir. The crepe you ordered, sir.

He smiles and hands me a crepe.
　I look like I'm just baking a crepe.
　None of them would realize that I killed the second prince at this very moment.

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As soon as the parade is over, an announcement is made that the National Day of Prayer is over.

The stalls were closing up shop and the drinking establishments were eagerly trying to attract customers.
　We also quickly finish cleaning up.

I'm so tired. It's a good thing we sold so many crepes.

Nevan stretches.

'Right. Let's go back to the inn.

He can't leave at this time, and since he's acting as Franz, it would be unnatural for him not to take the inn, so he takes the inn.
　Naturally, I've also booked a room for the shopkeeper that Nevan has disguised.
　Until the moment you leave this city, you will spend your time as Franz.
You'll be able to find out more about this in the future. It's a great opportunity for you to have an affair. I'm very tight-lipped.
I'm not going to. You're not to come in my room.

I'll nail it down, just in case.

'I think. When they sell so stupidly, wouldn't you want to launch at a slightly more luxurious restaurant?
'Well yes. That's the way it goes. Let's go.

It makes sense, now I'm a Franz. The young merchant creature is a cool guy, and if he makes a lot of money, he'll splurge.

Yes, by all means. Show me the lowdown in the shop.

The shops in Wangdu are expensive across the board.
　Treating it as a sub-par store is scary because this is what rich people do.

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When I was in the academy, Wangdu was almost the only place to play, so I was familiar with the restaurants in Wangdu.
　Among them, I chose a restaurant with a private room and good food.
　The reason we chose a private room is probably because Nevan wants to talk to us.
　When all the food is ready, the wind magic is used.
　It's a magic to keep the sound from leaking out.
　Seeing this, Nevan smiles.
　He seems to have figured out this magic from the surrounding situation.

You're not going to be able to get away with it. Please tell me a few things. ''Second Prince, you weren't dead, are you okay?''
'About that, in a little while the Second Prince will die. In his own room in the castle. That's the best way to ensure that there's no chance of getting rid of him.

I have the prince's schedule in mind.
　I adjusted it so that he would die by the time he returned to his room.

'Oh, you're back to your respectful language. It's a pity.
I'm not acting as Franz Deutscher in this situation.

The wind blocks out the sound, and the content of the talk is the content.
　The person here now is not Franz, but Rouges.
　The other party is a duke and a person on cloud nine. I'm afraid to say anything.
''What on earth did they do to you?
'I used a needle. A needle a few millimeters thick, about the size of a hair. We had installed a device on the stall that ejects the needles to make it look like cooking equipment. The small needles were difficult to shoot off and the device had grown so large that we opened the stall because it was the only way to conceal the device and get within three meters of its maximum range.

It's like asking the second prince to be suspicious if he approaches the second prince with such a thing on his back.
　The stall was a good cover.

''Can you kill him with a needle like that?''
Yes, though it's impossible to do that with a normal needle. The needle itself is a solidified poison. If you shoot the needle into the artery in the neck, it will be carried in the bloodstream to the heart. Then it dissolves in the heart.

This is why the device was required to be so accurate and why it had to be so large, and why it had to get within three meters of each other.　It had to aim at the arteries in the neck, not the neck muscle.

'What happens if it melts?'
'It relaxes the muscles. When the heart muscle relaxes, the blood flow stops. It's what's called a heart attack, and it can make it look like you're dying of disease.
Won't they identify it as poison?
'The needle dissolves and disappears, and it just relaxes the muscles from the inside out. Unlike ordinary poisoning, it leaves no trace.

At least in this world.

'There was some interesting poison. I learned a lot.
A few hours after the parade is over, the Second Prince dies of a heart attack in his own room, protected by an ancient tool, the Artifact, which no one can enter. It will be cleared up as a death from illness.
Hmmm, that's perfect. Well, that solves the immediate problem. Now all we have to do is our job, and we'll use this illness and death to our advantage.

Nevan drinks with a bewitching smile on his face.
　That's all there is to it, but it's terrific s*x appeal.

''I've enjoyed the food and the drink. It's time to get back.''
Yeah, let's do that.

Nevan held out his hand.
　He wants me to escort him.
　That's all well and good.
　Her laying the groundwork, and the store, was made possible by her. And for that I should be grateful.

I just have to be careful.
　Right now, I'm pressing up against her breasts, trying to seduce her.
　And this isn't just any perfume. It's meant to make a man do it.
　When you think about it, it's all about gestures.

She's seriously trying to drop me.

'Hmmm, it's a long night,'

...the real battle is going to be when we get home.
　But I can't afford to lose.
　Dia reminded me, and I have a date tomorrow.
　As expected, I can't head out on a date with the scent of another woman on me. Especially since tomorrow I'll be meeting that girl who is devoted to me even though I rarely see her.