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

- The day after the night club, Riesha was in a hurry to Arcs' room.

Usually my father and mother forbid me from contacting him because 'my brother's incompetence is infected', but this day I had time to go and see him often.

Because my father was summoned by Uncle Clemelia. Probably going to discuss what to do with Marquis Gaston's future engagement. My mother just paid for it at a tea party with the other wives, so there's no one to blame for meeting her.

These days, the servants have also pretended not to see me even when I meet my brother.

As always, as far as my brother is concerned, he seems to think I'm incompetent, like my father and mother, but I just don't appreciate him blaming me for seeing him.

When I visited my brother's room, he was sitting in the middle of the room.

... My brother has been sitting more often in the form of a walk-in lately.

That brother, who is enthusiastic about studying and lacks not only magic but also sword training, and has not always stayed alone, just sits still, quiet.

Yes, I'm just sitting there.

When I ask him what he's doing and what effect it has on this act, he just says, "I'm not doing anything" and "I'm going to be Seisin Shuyo".

As I did see, they're not doing anything.

Or [doing nothing]. Honestly, I don't know.

My brother said that when I'm quiet, it's something called [■ ■]... he's trying to be, but I don't even know what [■ ■] is or what pronunciation it's pronounced in the first place.

- It's like a figurine.

That was the first feeling I had when I saw my brother when I was doing so.

Yeah, it's like a figurine. No moving, no talking, no magic, no manipulation, just on the spot. It is no different from other furniture conditioning items. Even if you are quiet, you should make some movement if you are human, but there is no such bare gesture at all, to the extent that you can hear only a few breaths.

I don't understand what you're doing - but I'm talking about my brother. I guess it just makes sense that I don't know, and I'm wondering if this will lead to something, too.

With that in mind, my brother, who was pointing toward the window, turned over his shoulder.

"-Lisha, what's wrong?

"Yes, I need to talk to my brother today."

"To me?

Respond with a nod to your little nogging brother.

My brother recently changed from [me] to [me] with a change of tone.

It's rude to my brother, but it just sounds like a girl can't do it and be manly verbal.

Does my brother's face resemble my mother's, tiny and white? Hair is not as straightforward as you are, silver hair is fluffy, and hair tips and texture are soft. It is how I said that when I smile, adorability stands before kindness.

I know it's because I'm just not used to it, but I still feel uncomfortable somewhere.

Before I cut out a story to my brother like that, first check the perimeter. Right, left. From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be anyone in the room, but I asked.

"Is Noah there?

"I'm asking you for a little help right now, and you're out there?

Then it was just fine.

My brother turns around with his butt and turns this way, sitting still. I sat forward to go with it and offered what I had brought.

"Well, this was given to me by someone dressed as a servant when I visited the residence of the Marquis of Gaston the other day."

"Servant outfit?

My brother tilts his neck, either because he hears strange rhetoric.

That was just when the noise grew louder last night, even after the banquet.

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That was just when the nobles invited to the night club behaved with even more luxurious products and fine wines.

Tired of the noise of the drunken aristocrats and the constant greetings, Charlotte and I left the venue to the balcony in an attempt to hit the night breeze.

Drink the fruit water you brought out and take a breath.

I have still been taken to banquets, nightclubs, but I still can't handle the noise when the booze comes in. Taga comes off as soon as the nobles, who are usually concerned with the elegant behavior of what alcohol makes them, and it passes around.

This is the first time I have encountered a disturbance so far, but that would be because the goods offered by the Marquis were too overcrowded. I can hear the drunken nobles shouting so far.

This is that if you're not an adult, you can't be tired either.

Of course, my father and mother are not part of that circle. Rather a cunt who said it was bad for education and took the initiative to let me get away with it.

It seems Charlotte was the same person who pioneered the noise, and, hey, she's sighing.

So, I guess.

"I hear from my father and mother that night clubs are necessary social places, is this okay..."

That's a frank question I thought I'd come out to this night club. I'm not saying it's a bad thing to have a nightclub. But there has to be a limit to luxury. Unbounded waste. Where's the fuss about Kazaki? How can this be said to behave like an aristocrat?

Honestly, all I got was disgust watching.

Then Charlotte, too,

"I agree. This is how you use the taxes you took from the people of the kingdom, so I guess it's not something you took. Besides."

"Marquis's, injustice, is it?"

"Yes."

I don't feel good if this luxury is built on fraudulent exploitation.

Instead of having status and official office, nobility is what comforts the people in ordinary times and serves to fight in times of war.

What bears such great responsibility is turned into evil that we forget our role and then have to eliminate ourselves.

This is like...

"Pork or cow."

Did you already hear the noisy cheer? Charlotte shrugged cold.

daughter of a disciplined military family. Those parts are unforgiving.

And then I look at her like that.

Charlotte sits on a garden chair placed on the balcony, beautiful. She seems to be trapped in melancholy because of the banquet of ecstasy, but that also enhances her beauty. For the education of the Earl's family, it is like a [beautiful woman (Jacqueline) sitting at the window] who is supple, graceful, and in the Chronicle.

Besides, the white dress stands out and looks good on you.

I felt calm, and then Charlotte called.

"-Lisha. What's Arcs like?

"Brother, are you?

"Yeah. I've never seen him before, so, uh, I wanted to ask."

The look on Charlotte's face, which I've been asking, tends to cloud somewhere. Eyes of the same color as milk tea hair are shaking. It is usually bright and enveloping kindness, but it may be tired of the distinct learning of the aristocracy.

"My brother is an amazing man. As the Count also said, my uncle, the National Magic Instructor, teaches me to study magic. I'm studying magic too, but not at all with my brother."

I've never actually compared it, but I guess that's for sure.

When I said my brother was more powerful, I refrained because it would be a glimmer in my body, but I have no doubt that I can use a wide variety of magic than I can.

Charlotte looks admired for a moment when she hears that, but quickly returns to the original cloudy.

"You're a hard worker."

Having said that, does that not shake Charlotte's heart?

Words you say are bad toothpicks, like saying when you can't find the right words.

But I guess that's natural, too. Around her, there are hard-working people and so on. Her home, the Kremeria family, is in a position to coach many underground students by making it a kingdom fine swordsmanship sect. Many people sweat day and night at the training grounds they own, encouraging them to train.

I guess it's just something she's used to seeing, like a line-up effort.

"What kind of lord do you prefer, Charlotte?

"I guess I'd prefer a strong lord... at least I don't really like a little ladybug"

"Hirohiro..."

I wonder about that. Although my brother hasn't, his physique is smaller than that of boys her age, and because of his girl-like facial appearance, he is likely to be classified as a flicker like her.

"Reesha, how's it going?

"Well, I was wondering if my brother's physique is equal to mine..."

"…… yes"

Charlotte breathes a blatantly sorry breath. After all, do you prefer successful men?

Perhaps that is especially true because of the close proximity of a strong man, the Count.

But to be honest, it's true that Charlotte's attitude appeased me. I still miss you, considering that my brother would go to someone.

Folding apart by such a story, in the hallway leading to the balcony, the servant of the mansion was seen.

It's a man, don't do it. My complexion is not good. The bear under his eyes stands out, causing him to peek into the shadows somewhere.

Apparently, he's got a good eye for the surroundings, which is pretty suspicious.

As I frowned, the servant approached me.

... who the hell is it? For a servant, the movement is too unnatural. When he set himself up, the servant-like man bowed his head once to thank him and came closer.

And

"With all due respect, I am a man of kingdom justice. I'm sorry for the sudden, but could you please keep this?

"... what?

The man offers himself a black bag. Suddenly Charlotte and I are taken aback, but those who call themselves judicial officials still look around busily.

You must not be found. In a hurry. Such an attitude conveys such thoughts as they should be.

Suddenly confused, Charlotte shows perseverance.

"Refrain. It would be too disrespectful for us, who have no name, who do not speak vaguely of our identity, and who are the children of nobility, to keep something that we do not know"

Did you get it from the military education? Charlotte makes an impression on her age. To her like that, the man lowered his head even deeper.

"Ha. I am deeply aware of your disrespect. But press it... please..."

He looks at the man's stuffed attitude and turns his gaze on Charlotte asking him what he's going to do.

... a voice that seems to disappear fine like a plea. This is how it is. I wonder how cornered they are.

"What's that? What the hell is it?

"This contents contains numerous evidence of wrongdoing committed by the Marquis of Gaston."

"Phew, the wrongdoer!?

Surprised, my voice grows louder. What springs up with it is a word of doubt.

"Why me? Why would you want to keep something like this with me in the first place?

"... I am ashamed that I entered the Marquis as a servant to uncover the Marquis' injustice, but as I was investigating the injustice, I became suspicious of the Marquis"

If they talk that far, they have a general expectation.

"You're about to get your evidence back, so you're trying to keep it with me?

"Yes, if you keep it temporarily, this evidence will not be recovered."

Sure, I know what to say. If they are kept by the nobility who visited them at the night club, they can safely put the evidence outside. At least, it won't mean they'll be recovered and rubbed.

"This, too, is for this country. Please, please…"

The man says so......,

"This is superfluous in my hands. Before I give you an answer, let me first report to my father."

"No. Would you please shut up to Master Joshua? Before we make this public, it's hard to make things bigger."

…………

The man shrinks like he asks you to lie down.

We have to miss this opportunity. Just like I said it would be over.

This one, too, has the feeling that if you just want to keep it... but also that you don't want to have an extra wave. If you get caught up in something weird, it could even bother my father, my mother, my brother.

But this is evidence of wrongdoing. I can't snort if you ask me if I can leave you alone, and this is what this man got for risking his life for the kingdom.

To say no to this would be the same as to make that right thing go away.

Just keep it and one of the kingdom's nests will be removed.

Then,

"... ok. I'll take care of it."

…… Thanks!

With a colorful reply, the man raises his voice full of joy.

And after receiving the black bag, I asked.

"So, after this, what do you do with this?

"Sooner or later, we'll come here to pick it up. Until then, if you'll keep it at your house... then"

When the man said so, he didn't ask who he was and left early enough.

I was distracted by the busyness for a while, but I was also concerned about the contents of the bags I received.

Still, I was half-hearted that it was some kind of joke, but from what I could see, there were a number of documents and writings inside.

"This is..."

…………

Charlotte, who saw the contents in the same way, has a hard look. Probably because there was something that could have been evidence to back up the black rumors I've been hearing about.

Then Charlotte calls out to me like she's worried.

"Reesha, were you good?

"Yes."

Is that okay? Is it bad? I do not know which this act belongs to.

But at least you shouldn't have done anything wrong.

It is true that there is a great deal of anxiety in keeping important things.

Did Charlotte perceive such inner anxiety,

"I'll keep it?

"Yes, no... Mr. Charlotte. I'm the one who was given this. If he comes to get it, he'll be in trouble. Besides, that could cause trouble to the Count's house..."

"Are you sure?

"Yes."

Although I nodded with all my strength. The sprouts that were made in his chest increased with each passing hour.

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"That's what..."

... I was talking about keeping track of the main points, but my brother who heard it also sounds surprised.

Naturally, you didn't think that would be the story.

Show your brother, like yourself last night, who still seems half-hearted, the contents of the black bag you brought him.

"This is..."

My brother gets the paperwork that was in the bag. It's all I don't know if I see it, but I guess my brother figured out what these are. The expression changed to something sinister.

Give such a brother what was in the bottom of the bag.

"And then, this too..."

"What is this... a ledger? Are you kidding me, accounting books? No, does this mean this is proof? Could it be the back book!? Hey, are you serious..."

Usually a calm and calm brother shouts a screaming voice. Is it so surprising? My face caught on badly.

"Why are you keeping this stuff with your kids..."

"Is this so much?

"... I think it's evidence of fraud enough for tax revenues. That's why it's so lame to leave this stuff with a kid."

"He seemed to be stuffed with cut wings, and, you know, I was wondering if it was urgent"

My brother, who was roaring at the contents of the ledger, exhaled loudly as if he could calm down.

"What about your father?

"I don't know if I can tell you, and I haven't told you yet. And I don't know if this is real."

"... is that so too"

I still don't know if this is real. That's why I couldn't tell him what to tell him or what to judge him.

Besides,

"Besides, I don't want you to tell my father."

"Hmm? You don't want me to tell you? Is that what you said?

"Yes. 'I want Master Joshua to keep quiet,' he said."

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Huh, my brother shut up when he heard about it. Do you even think about it?

Whatever.

"Brother, what shall we do?

"There's nothing you can do, you can't throw it out... to tell your father or your mother."

"He said he didn't want me to tell him, and he said I shouldn't tell him"

With that said, my brother has silenced himself again.

Are you thinking of something? Keep your eyes closed and quiet for a while.

Eventually, you got your thoughts together, and you're turning to Raiseft's red eyes.

"What does Risha want to do?

"Me, sir?

"Oh. I want to make sure Risha's willing"

"I think I should keep it."

"Why? Isn't there any reason why Leisha has to go that far?

You're absolutely right. I don't have an in-laws to hide it through, and there's no responsibility or anything like that.

But...

"Brother. I was taught, with pride in being noble with nobility, that the action should also be noble. That we should be those who stand above the people of the kingdom, and that we should be exemplary in sheltering them and abiding by the laws of the kingdom at all times. If that's the right thing to do, I was wondering if it would be my job to keep it."

"Justice should be done," he said? So you want to take action that could be dangerous?

"Yes. Pretending not to look at it is a serious act in the nobility, I think"

I snort at my brother's question. My father taught me that. Whenever you want, remember the noble possession and act. Then helping those who move for the laws of the kingdom would be the action they should take.

If this evidence is truly authentic, do not pretend not to look at it.

Those who pretend not to see here should not be nobles.

Second, my brother exhaled.

"■ ■? No, man, I was reading it too."

……

I whined about something,

"Reesha, I'll take care of this."

"Brother, are you?

"Oh. 'Cause that's better, right? If I leave it in Risha's room, someone might see what's inside."

"Ah..."

Sure, it's not necessarily that a servant cleans the room and finds this and doesn't tell my father or mother. Or my father or mother who walked into the room might see this in person.

In that regard, if the place of storage is my brother's room, my father, mother and servant will not lean on it, so it is almost impossible to find it.

If so, is it best for my brother to keep it?

"If you hear from that man, let me know too."

"Okay."

That's what I said, I quit my brother's room.

The feeling of anxiety was somewhat lighter thanks to sharing every criticality with someone I could put my trust in.