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

Episode XXI, Guild Leader, Stunning

The Wizard is the property of the nation.

He is a pioneer in technology and a major force in the country.

But even such things, in any case, before power, it is common for us to bow our knees.

Before the wielding power of the powerful, they are made to do unwanted things. And if that's just the way it goes, the natural demon mentor is going to decrease.

It is the so-called [Guild of Magic Instructors] that was created to prevent it.

Originally based on a bureau to grasp the heads of magicians scattered throughout the kingdom, it now operates, as previously mentioned, under the control of the State, with the aim of good offices, guaranteeing positions and protecting the work of the magicians who join it.

The building is located in a district where each government building is gathered as close to the Royal Palace and features a four-story black building.

- But Godwald Zilvester, Secretary of the Demon Guild, was on his way to his castle, the Demon Guild, this morning after meeting and meeting at the Royal Palace.

Ask old secretary Bargius on the carriage to the Guild Office building.

"Sure, it was a good afternoon, you had a meeting in there."

"Yes. Dear Clave Arvent, here are two people for the interview: For the visit, we took the black room because you wanted something that didn't bother you."

"Well? Something's wrong. Do you want me to do it?"

"Evil in a soundless chamber. You look good for a guild leader."

"Hmm. Tell me."

That's what Godwald returns to his laughed-out old secretary.

The Enchantress Guild has three rooms to use in meetings. It is [between the gold] that passes through the high status, [between the blue] that is used when there are many people, and [between the black] that is used to hold secret talks.

The other rooms are not adjacent to prevent eavesdropping, nor are there windows.

It is not so uncommon to be designated here because national magicians and others may use it to report their own research.

"The following two people? A squire."

"I guess. Do you have any idea?

"I didn't hear you were doing research that was about to come up with a report."

Godwald is an old friend of Crave's.

When Crave was a bad boy who was still sluggish and rampaging around, he used to go out to the scene and mess with him.

He was also the one who ran away from home, left the country, and returned to the kingdom, calling out whether he might become a national demon mentor.

For this reason, contacts are frequent, and research is often consulted.

However, it should have been a story of not having a hand in novel research because of its busy territory and military work these days.

Between the blacks, Crave Arvent, a national demon mentor who asked to see him. And there was that squire, Noah Ingvain, and another, an unrecognized girl.

He has the same silver hair as Crave, and a small face with white skin is filled with red eyes like red balls. She wears a white shirt on top and trousers that are rare for aristocratic women and are not skirts but half pants type. There was a protective dagger on his lower back.

"Hih!?

The girl sounded surprised when she saw her face.

I don't know if you'll excuse me. The usual. My face is so tight, there are a lot of scratches over there. I'm used to seeing little kids with faces hanging out and crying.

... Yes, I'm used to it.

The silver-haired girl realizes rudely, or immediately stands up and rushes to bow her head.

"Also, sorry!

"No, I don't mind"

That said, the girl broke her hips again and bowed her head to see what she mistook,

"Ho, I'm so sorry!

The beginning and end of further apologies like that.

You wouldn't have to be so frightened.

By then, are you afraid of this face?

Meanwhile, speaking of Crave, who brought the girl... all his squires are nibbling.

To this master, I have this squire - well, about Noah Ingvain, it's usually clear, but I hear that it was originally these personalities.

The girl is bewildered by grate, but where Crave said it was "okay," she finally regained her composure, bowed her head again and sat on the couch.

Sit face to face with the Mage Guild flag on your back.

I asked Crave for a meeting first.

"I know Noah, but is that your daughter?

"No, no, no. Even my nephew. My nephew, if you look at your clothes, you know you're a man, right?

"Nephew...?

Pretty cute face, but surely the outfit is that worn by the noble men of the kingdom.

Crave didn't have a son - speaking of which, I hear he had an abandoned eldest son in the main house of the Laceft family.

"Ah, it's Arcs Laceft. Nice to meet you."

"Mm-hmm. It's Godwald Zilvester who keeps the Guild of Magic Instructors over His Majesty the King."

When he finished introducing himself only by name, Crave began his usual proper introduction.

"Arcs. An old man with this scary face is the greatest of all the demon mentors in this country... well the greatest is His Majesty the King, but then the next greatest is this scary face"

"Arvent. Scary faces are extra"

"What. I'm trying to soothe the place, right? Come on in for a second."

Crave slaps such a light mouth. Whether you're a national demon mentor or get a title, they still can't pull a bad boy out of this guy. Maybe what you're saying isn't a mistake.

"So, what the hell is going on today?"

"And excuse me!

Second, I hear a woman shouting from outside the door. Are you nervous, your voice was rubbing up somewhat.

Eventually it was the woman who had just recently become an employee of the Alliance who came into the room.

"What the hell. Noisy."

That's how I normally intended to speak up.

"Hih..."

The official woman gave a look of despair and put her ass cake on the spot.

The clap is littered with documents that appear to have been in his hands. Probably came here to deliver some important documents in a hurry.

At first glance, the official woman had tears in her eyes.

And shrink like a small animal on the spot.

"Ko, don't kill me... please..."

"... I won't do that. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Yes! Er..."

"Hmm!? What!? Be clear!?

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry!! Please! How about just life!

As it were, the official woman fell flat.

Then Arcs blued his face, pulled him,

"... I knew you were going to kill me? Do you pack it alive in concrete and sink it into the Gulf of Xanas?

"High!

The employee woman gets even more frightened because Arcs said something specific.

"There's no way I'm gonna kill you... stop saying bad things to people."

"Oh, excuse me!

When I was embarrassed, I stretched my spine this way, too.

Then Crave stares at me with a frightened look.

"My old man's scared of his face, so I don't have to try to be a little softer."

"Ugh, uhh... I can't help but be afraid of my face. What more can I do..."

I groan, but that's the official here anyway.

"So, what's going on?

"Well, Master Balkius told me to take the paperwork and the tea and tea treats because the kids are coming... outside the room now"

Are you ready? The good preparation of the old secretary remains the same.

"Hmm, Balkius, don't be shy."

Then Arcs gave him a somewhere sorry look,

"Um... I don't like sugar treats..."

"Really? That's unusual."

Normally, kids around this age are happy with the sweet taste. It's unusual in there not to like that.

"This guy is different."

"Yeah. You're changing."

"... terrible for both of us"

Crave, Noah Because both told me, Arcs looks delicate.

Officials put tea and tea treats on the table and left the room. I just took one, and Crave cut it out.

"Then it's time to get down to business."

"So, what the hell's going on today?"

"That's... this is it"

That's what Crave offered me was a glass tube fitted in a wooden pedestal.

… what the hell is this? It's too thin for a test tube for chemicals, and I can't put anything inside because my mouth is closed. Wooden frames have scales like the ones written on them. The lower part of the tube is slightly swollen and stockpiles something like red liquid.

Enough to use between the blacks. I'm pretty sure it's something serious.

"What is this?

"This is a measuring instrument [Magic Meter] that accurately measures the amount of magic with a number."

"Is...?

I hear the words of Crave and I raise such a grunting voice.

I didn't immediately understand what he meant by what he said.

Crave, on the other hand, has a niggling grin like he ate a person, even though he wanted to see that face.

So you finally got back to me.

"Hey, but... to measure the amount of magic!?

That's something everyone has tried so far and couldn't do. Or we explored magic to measure the amount of magic, or in a way that uses engraving. But in the end, he said none of it worked and had to be abandoned.

Such as having formed a study that several of my predecessors gave up...,

"No way, is this really it?

"Oh, no way. This is it. You see, the monster that builds up around this bottom is the substance that reacts to magic."

"Substances that react to magic...... right, so this works?

"No, it swells. The more magic you release, the better."

"You made it?

"What the old man has now is my hand added, but this is the one who made the prototype."

That's what Crave says, slapping Arcs on the head that was next door.

But as for this one, it was more surprising.

"Is there such a boy less than ten?

"That's right. What a surprise. I started it all off, too."

While Crave laughs luxuriously, Arcs makes a big deal out of it, even as he smiles like a lit smile.

Take that [magic gauge] in your hand. When it does release magic, as Crave said, the red liquid inside expands. It stretches quickly to the top. When you stop releasing magic, it contracts instantly. Got it in the lower sphere.

"... great sensitivity to magic"

"Oh. Thanks to you, it's easy to measure."

At the beginning of the hearing, I was half-hearted, but when I actually looked at it, it did make up the gauge.

"What's the sensing distance? How far?

"I just don't react when I'm too far away. The limits are a little narrower than here."

To the words, Arcs nods too.

Then, can you use it in such a way as to sense the magic release of the enemy demon instructor?

Anyway, this is an innovative delicacy. With this, it is possible to measure the magic power used in the spell, and the magic encounter is prompt. That would greatly reduce the amount of time previously required by the Wizard to learn magic, and would allow not only for the bottom-up of the quality of the Wizard, but also for the uniformization of the abilities of the Wizard.

The benefits that this would bring cannot be spoken of in a single bite.

There's only one thing I know.

"If this were announced, the contribution to the country would be immeasurable"

"Right?"

"But okay? You guys who made this have a right to keep this a secret, don't you?

This technology is part of the Wizard's secret. Under the laws laid down by the King, it falls into a category which may be monopolized. If you monopolize this and make it the strength of your home, it makes an overwhelming difference from other houses, no, it's not even a dream to create a new faction of your own.

"I've come to a conclusion about that over here. He wants to spread the word about [magic gauges] in return."

"Hmm..."

I want it in return. At this age, it's surprising to go to those answers.

"Arcs Laceft. You announce this, what the hell do you want?

"Money first. If you like, I'd also like to see some important magic material that you can view."

It's a magical demand. Knowledge in gold. Magicians always gasp at these.

Sounds like a magician, but...

"... Crave, aren't kids these days wanting sweets and toys?

"Right. That's crazy. This isn't my first time, but teach me magic, okay? Now I'm making my own magic."

"Whoa...!

Listening to Crave, something chilling up his spine rushes up. The task of creating your own magic is so challenging that you are making it a graduation assignment for the Magic Court. After deepening their knowledge of words and adults at the Magic Academy, becoming familiar with the manipulation of magic, and doing it for exactly five years, students can finally assemble their spells upon graduation. Even at that point, there are many students announcing useless magic, and 10% or no graduates making eye-catching spells, to that extent.

This means that this boy named Arcs is already on that level.

Around this age I thought I could do that was about genius and the famous His Royal Highness the King, but I didn't know anyone had a talent comparable to that. No matter how much you ask for the teachings of a national magician, it's not usual.

"... so far as to produce something like this? Terrible."

This idea and drive that creates what several of the Magic Instructors have been chasing so far.

If it grows in the future............ I can't even predict what will happen.

...... turn your gaze to Arcs Laceft again.

The face is adorable and unusual enough to even look like a girl.

She is now out of nervousness or mouthing tea frequently. He's smiling, he's smiling, and he doesn't look like a man of terrible talent.

Return your gaze to Crave.

"... so, what about this to His Majesty the King?

"Not yet. It's about him. As soon as I said it, I decided to say," Is there a purpose for production? "or," Have you rooted it in all the places involved? "I don't know what they'd say if I hadn't done it."

... Indeed, His Majesty the King would even talk about that. His Majesty seeks a man who can do his job. If you report it, you will undoubtedly ask about the results and beyond.

If I hadn't moved with the rest in mind, I'm pretty sure they'd say something novel.

But...

"If I hadn't told you earlier, I wouldn't have told you." Why didn't you tell me first, Temee "... etc?

"It's unreasonable. That magical idiot."

Talking to Crave like that, he noticed Arcs pointing his eyes at him and solidifying.

"No, you know, calling His Majesty the King a guy or a magical idiot..."

"Hmm? Yeah, you do"

In the kingdom of Rhinol...... no, in other countries too, but kings and royalties are sacred and absolute. It is not strange to be cut off for disrespect, such as vomiting such an unscrupulous word for such a being.

Sure, that's common sense, but when it comes to this guy named Crave, things are a little different.

"I'm friends with him. I used to come out of the city with a lot of patience, and then I ran around with me..."

That's how he speaks of the martial arts tradition that Crave launched with his current king, His Majesty.

I'm somewhat proud of it, but I can only get the impression from here that they were all even a bypass nuisance.

Arcs, on the other hand, is moving his mouth when he hears it.

Eventually, when Crave's bragging is over,

Then I'll just leave a report.

"Okay. You don't mind just making a gesture of acceptance, do you?

"Oh. I'll do the research and stuff over here. When the purpose of the announcement is met, I'll just root it out."

That's what Crave says, he tries to take a seat.

"You're not taking this?

When asked, Arcs answers this.