Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- Joshua Laceft heard the story after the end of the crackdown on interracial peoples in the east, where there was self-rule.

Not long before the end of the war in Nadar.

An interracial, flood tribe threatening the eastern part of the kingdom broke into the territory of the eastern aristocracy and carried out looting and assaults in nearby villages.

The nobility immediately sends a crusade consisting of private and collecting soldiers, but it does not yield the same results as the outrageous battle gestures of the flood soldiers. On the contrary, it has reached the point of causing damage to the crusaders.

The nobleman, who burned his hands on the crusade, requests reinforcements from the Kremerian family, the head of the Eastern military family. Joshua was instructed by Perth to lead 500 soldiers to raid the flood tribe and repel this.

And after the war, the process settled, and in a few days it will be on its way back to the Wang capital.

Just like Joshua, one of the three Viscounts attached to Perth's aide, Rayban Meyer, asked to take over.

"This is Lord Joshua, congratulations on this one."

Thirty percent of the praise. Viscount Meyer approaches as his hands use a rubber like the merchant shows them.

Joshua glanced at him as he pasted a strange smile and blessed him.

"Lord Rayban. Congratulations...... what the hell are you talking about? I have no idea."

Yes, Joshua has done many flood crusades before.

Speaking of Joshua among the flood tribes, the more they call it 'silver fire', the more they are feared and hated.

Just because I won a small battle, I don't have the muscle to be commended for 'congratulations', etc.

But Viscount Meyer does not break the smile of obedience.

"Just kidding. Your role on the battlefield is exactly what the military call it. Sometimes humble."

"Inside? Active? Lord Rayban, I really don't know. What the hell are they talking about?

"Is this... is it really there?

To Viscount Meyer, who turns a bewildered look, Joshua nods, "Oh," and now he looks surprised.

I heard that your son was awarded a medal directly from His Majesty in the King's capital.

"Medal from Your Majesty? What is that..."

"I'm not so familiar with it either, but I hear you took part in the Polk Nadar crusade for everything and named a first-class"

"... no, it's still some mistake? There's no way that incompetence could have won a medal."

Naturally, Joshua doesn't try to believe in hard work. Rather, I suspect even that Viscount Meyer is in charge.

To Joshua, who does not break his suspicious look, Viscount Meyer puts even more credible information within.

"I'm sure Lord Perth knows about this. I heard you were there during the debate ceremony."

…………

Naturally, Joshua is not surprised to hear the words.

If Perth were to guarantee it, the suspicion would also shake.

On the other hand, what did Viscount Meyer get wrong? Bring back joy to your face again.

"No, Lord Joshua also called your son incompetent and obsolete, so I was totally fooled, too. Raise the rank at just twelve years of age, Symphony. I would also like to congratulate His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the King… No, that is one of the most famous houses in the kingdom."

"Ah, oh..............."

All that comes out of Joshua's mouth is a raw reply.

- That incompetence is some kind of mistake, such as a medal.

- You must be wrong with someone else.

- That's right. Must be.

Words like that disappear in Joshua's head.

As if I were going to tell myself.

It goes without saying that Joshua was in the sky above until Viscount Meyer's persistent pursuit was over.

●

About two weeks after Joshua Laceft heard about the Arcs Symphony from Viscount Meyer.

Joshua was visiting Perth Clemeria's mansion in the King's Capital on this day.

The reason for the visit was to report to Perth, regardless, the backdrop of the flood crackdown.

Guided by one of the deacons, a man walks in from the end of the hallway on his way to the office where Perth is located.

It's a young man with light brown hair.

He's skinny, taller than Joshua, and he's got a physique that makes him snort if he says he's a civilian.

But thanks to the martial arts that dwell in it, it looks bigger on the back than it looks small.

The work was sophisticated and whether the trunk was neat or walking was something that went into the hall.

It also possesses the prestige it deserves for the martial arts nobility.

Are you so masterful for your age because it is the trace of a kingdom-style fine sword art sect?

His name is Ian Clemeria. He is the eldest son of Perth Clemeria and brother of Charlotte. He is a young man who should be the head of the next generation of the Kremerian family.

When Joshua gives Ian an abbreviated thank you, he calls out with a serene look.

A gentle tenor voice position that echoes from a thin mouth.

"This is Viscount Laceft"

"Dear Ian. We're out of time. It's time to get hot, but how are you feeling?"

"I'm letting you stay clean. It was the work of the Viscount, for one thing, to be able to sleep peacefully. Thank you very much."

When he finishes an exchange that exchanges greetings from such a time of year, Ian speaks the words of labor.

"Viscount, thank you for this interracial crusade."

"Ha. It hurts."

Joshua bows her head, keeping her steadfast attitude.

It just might even be against Ian, but Ian is the one who will eventually succeed the Cremelia family. Because he stands above the Eastern nobles, including Joshua, Ian is only a child, and thus has a fearful attitude.

Even one and Ian's are polite in their use of words, but their relative attitude is no different from that of the superior.

"For the Viscount, wasn't it an insufficient battle?

"Ha. The people of the U.N. who have no order, such as interracial peoples. Before a commanding army, it is not enough to fear. … If the Fifth Lieutenant General comes out, I can't say the same."

"Hmm. Mountain Monster, Shitsuji, At a Glance, Hiru, Sitting"

Ian speaks a strange name.

These are those who are commonly called the Five Flood Generals. Internationalities who do barbaric evil also, once they become heads, transform into groups comparable to first-class armies.

"These days, they've been creepingly grown up."

"I hear you're quiet when you're planning something different, even in the military law you're telling me about."

"Ha. Ian, be careful when you arrive for the crusade,"

"Yeah. I'll keep that in mind for the liver."

Ian nodded, saying goodbye and leaving the spot behind.

After finishing his stand-up, Joshua heads to Perth's office as he is again led by a butler.

Eventually when I walked into the room, there was a look of Perth in the back of the desk.

I'm looking at the paperwork now, and it looks like I'm practicing my general position.

Joshua walks over in front of Perth and bows his head.

"My lord, this flood crackdown has brought us to your attention."

"Let's take it"

"Ha. I followed Your Highness's life and led the Commander of Magic Squad to defeat the troops of the Flood tribe dotted"

"Hmmm. Well done... not so much a battle"

"Yes, it was like there was no response."

"So is it ever the work of this flood tribe, the planting of some sort of measure?

"No, I wasn't so tough, I didn't make any suspicious moves. Perhaps, as always, it's part of the solution to grievances within the community."

"It's an annoying story. Something we wish we could do on our own in our own territory."

"Not at all. We'll have to destroy those barbarians soon."

Joshua's story is quite radical, but it is also the totality of the Eastern nobles, including Perth.

That's all, a flood tribe is creepy to a human being in the kingdom.

The same goes for the witchcraft they use in mountainous areas, but they not only kill, take, and commit, but ritualistically perform acts that kill people's lives.

The tragedy is terrible. After they strike the villages, they are shown a nasty sight, as if it is no exaggeration to say where the devil belongs.

Since the Kremerians took the lead in the east, they have moved toward annihilation, but have yet to succeed.

"What about the situation in the Baron Territory?

"Three villages in the Baron's territory were devastated."

"... well. Tell the Baron to comfort himself often. Thank you very much."

"With your life, this sacrifice also exists."

That's what Joshua says, he bows his head gently.

Now the report of the crackdown is over, but Joshua will not quit the office.

Yes, because from here on out, it's important to Joshua.

I have a ritual to ask His Excellency.

"What is it?

When Perth listens back, Joshua says as he shows his face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"Then... before returning from the east, Lord Rayban told me that Arcs had been awarded a medal by His Majesty the King. Your Excellency knows about that, so it depends on how you asked. Is it true that it was awarded a medal?

"Hmm, you didn't know? Nadar's rebellion has raised his hand to match the medal."

Perth knows the circumstances, but something he fell in love with.

Joshua asks Perth, who doesn't even give him yawns, one step closer when he agrees small.

"My lord. That incompetence got a medal, etc., and isn't that some mistake?

"No, it's a fact. It was also called to a thesis ceremony, where it was recited."

"That can't be right! That's a less magical incompetent! There's no way you can be as active as you get a medal or anything!

As Joshua becomes emotional, Perth's knuckles sharpen on the pretense.

"Joshua, the medal was given at His Majesty's discretion. It is the seriousness of being a kingdom aristocrat who disagrees with it. Isn't it?

"Yes, no, no intention at all to criticize the royal family for what they have just said..."

Joshua, realizing that his remarks could be a criticism of the royal family, discourages the audience.

Since the medal is at King Sinn's discretion, it is the same as complaining to King Sinn that he disagrees with it.

"I just listened to you, too, but it's an indisputable fact that the Arcs worked in the Western battle. After realizing as soon as possible Polk Nadar's conspiracy to rebel and save His Highness's crisis, His Highness came to serve on your side, joining the ranks as they were. On the battlefield, he showed his efforts to destroy the Imperial Army's Demon Commander unit and take over the squire chief of the Nadar family. His Majesty admitted it, and he was awarded the Silver Cross Medal of Merit."

"So it's silver...!?

"Yes."

"But! I just took one squire and was awarded the Cross Medal..."

That can't happen first.

In the kingdom, the Symphony, the Symphony, is something that cannot be given without considerable merit, and most of the rewards for the Handle can be done with money or a letter of sentiment. By that criterion, it makes no sense to be awarded a medal just for taking one martial officer.

"That's not the only actual handle. Originally, Arcs does not seem surprised to be awarded the Golden Cross Medal. Your announcement was dropped off at political discretion."

"Then, silly...... that's really what happened"

"Yes."

Joshua's surprise at finding out Arcs was awarded a medal is considerable.

Joshua thought he was incompetent about Arcs, and he didn't doubt it.

That was the blue sky thunderbolt, such as a defector in the family of the Magic Master Army with only a significantly lower amount of magic than that standard, who would be 'active' on the 'battlefield'.

Perth releases a stepped word against Joshua, who still hasn't stood back.

"Joshua, how long are you going to turn away?"

"What do you mean, my lord, turn away?

"Whatever, it's about Arcs."

"... With all due respect, I don't remember turning away from that. No, it stopped coming into my eyes from the day I found out it was incompetent."

To Joshua, who so heartlessly says, Perth spills a small sigh.

"Whether you're a nobleman or not, such as that talented and resourceful kid, you wouldn't be. I can't do anything about incompetence."

"No, my lord! There's no talent in that! That doesn't have the talent that the Mage needs the most! The magic magician needs! I know it is incomprehensible to His Excellency, who is not a magician, but the advantages and disadvantages of a magician are determined by the amount of magic!

"It's Joshua. Why are you so obsessed with the amount of magic? Your brother has less magic than you. Nevertheless, oh and became a national magician. That's where the amount of magic had to do with it?

"... if it were me and my brother, it would be a range of error. Regardless, my brother became a national magician because of his unceasing efforts."

That's what Joshua said, shaking his head aloud beside him.

"But that's different. As an aristocratic wizard, you have too little magic."

"But then Arcs raised the handle he deserved for the Cross Medal"

"Something like that happens. You'll always stand in front of that one eventually. Those with dazzling talents and uninterrupted magic."

Two, Joshua's red eyes glow darkly.

"… Your Excellency. Does Your Excellency know what it was like when I first saw the National Magic Instructor? They show you there's an absolute difference that you can never win, and you can beat it. That feeling that those who don't have it can never beat those who can."

"Your words make sense, too. But isn't that something you can override with your own efforts? Even if there is a birth talent or genius, can the difference be filled with a different skill or knowledge?

"My lord, that is the repetition of the talented. Magic talent affects the unwanted brutally to a large extent. Therefore the talented have no choice but to fill the difference with the amount of magic. As long as there is magic, it will also be possible to let magic say things and deal with great magic"

"What about pushing that value on my son to take the future?

"No. No. There is no better future than that. You can never hope for a glorious future for a less magical wizard. In the future, when it is in the world, it will surely overwhelm the most magical ones."

That's what Joshua says and goes on even further.

"Perhaps that, too, will try to get into the magic court from now on. At that time, you will know for sure. as I was."

"Joshua......"

Perth could not speak to him as he provoked his dark senses.

... Joshua isn't a hundred, either. He legitimately carries on the tradition of the Laceft family and demonstrates a definite sense of talent, as a demon mentor, as a martial officer nobleman.

Evidence of this is how many times we have crusaded the impervious flood tribes of the divine and legitimate army. I even believe that the generals are more talented than the poorly conquered generals who were abruptly appointed.

That's why Perth keeps him on hand, too, and trusts him.

So Perth intends to try to persuade him, but Joshua still doesn't have the ears to listen.

"Yes, that's why. Low magic nobles should be crushed. It has to be. Otherwise..."

That's how Joshua kept bumping and repeating herself until the emotional dawn settled.

●

It was Ian earlier in the hallway who appeared in Joshua's office after he left.

"Father. What the hell are you talking about with the Viscount? For a report, the Viscount also seemed to have roughed up his voice for a long time, but was it also an issue in the east of it?

"No, the east is as usual. There are no major problems besides the Flood."

"So?"

"Let's also know that. I'm talking about Arcs Laceft."

When Perth says so, Ian slaps his hand like he says it will be.

"Oh, is that him? I hear it was quite active in the Western wars too."

"Uhm."

Ian, too, knows about Arcs, and naturally listens to the circumstances in which he was placed and who he is. He said he was a boy scorned as incompetent and obsolete just because he had less magic.

Joshua, too, if only his limited son had played a big part in the battlefield.

"Really? Doesn't the Viscount have peace in his heart?"

"How can you be so stubborn when you are the son who divided your own blood..."

"I also suffer from understanding. Even with less magic, there must be as much road as there is. Why do you hate me so much..."

Reminds me of Joshua's stubborn attitude, Perth frowns.

Ian tried to change the subject because the indoor air had subsided.

"Speaking of which, father. You know, Arcs Laceft's gonna show his face in the dojo at HQ soon."

"Oh, Charles wants to see what he can do."

"Hehe. Does that mean you want to beat it?

Perth smiles bitterly at Ian for creating a pranky grin.

"No, it's purely because I want to fit in. At the time of Marquis Gaston's capture, he seemed to have the same sword skill as Charles."

"I wanted to see him once too...... is your father interested in his prowess too?

"Me, too, only talk about Arcs' prowess. And sooner or later, Arcs will be His Highness's best friend. I need to know my strength."

"What is Your Highness's Kingsamurai..."

"His Royal Highness wishes for Arcs himself. That's for sure."

Ian roars at Perth's words, but I can't help but be surprised at him.

Arcs is an abandoned younger brother. Because that is something that has never been done before, such as the desire of a servant of the Crown Prince, for a person of little or no different status than a civilian, and it is something that I would not even think about first.

"Satire notices Polk Nadar's plot as soon as possible. Work tirelessly for your own sacrifice on the battlefield. Your Highness's trust in Arcs is extraordinary."

"Is it sometimes because you're close? Surely His Royal Highness should have been about the same age as Arcs Laceft."

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure Arcs is competent"

"That's... Looking forward to the day you come to the dojo"

"Oh. I want to see what kind of sword you show me"

Second, Ian asks.

"It was originally between Shall and his fiancée, but Shall still tell him?

"As far as I'm concerned, I hope so, but I'm going to turn to Your Majesty for judgment on that"

"... does the royal family speak out for marriage to an abandoned son?

"Mm-hmm. I'll find out sooner or later about why. Before Arcs earned his medal, he made a big deal out of being a magician."

"It's..."

While Ian puts his surprise on his face again, Perth rises out of his chair.

Looking out the window, Joshua was just walking towards the carriage.

…………

Arcs' talent is beyond doubt.

But Joshua will never, ever, ever try to acknowledge Arcs.

He said he would be crushed by those with a lot of magic.

That's probably it.

- Because Joshua himself was, does Arcs have to be, too?

Joshua had a lot of magic, but Arcs had little magic. Nonetheless, if you admit Arcs, you will admit to yourself that you have no talent.

But...

"... Joshua. Just because she doesn't have enough magic doesn't mean she won't be able to see up there."

Arcs, whether abandoned or treated cold, was never humiliated.

He said he was not pessimistic about the lack of magic, but instead sprung it and asked his uncle, Crave, to mentor him and gain access to magic.

Even when Perth first met him, Arcs had looked forward and lived with a strong will.

This is also true when you make a Magic Meter announcement in the Magic Instructor Guild.

He had the power to look up and move on.

Those who walk towards the top, even if their journey is not fruitful, keep walking on their own feet.

Besides, I'm sure that boy would find a way to solve even that. It seems that way, something seemed that way to him.