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

In the kingdom nobility refers to the privileged classes who have been guaranteed titles, official titles, territories, etc. by the King or who have been granted them.

After descent has been socially recognised as "noble," which must be continuously recognized as "noble" from around the world over the generations, there are clear status inequalities compared to ordinary people and discrimination is tolerated.

As for duties, it is their basic style to say that it is for the time being to engage in tasks that are important to the State, such as the administration, finance and military affairs of the State, and to run territory in parallel with them.

The martial arts nobility remains, and it is its role to serve in the military.

A nobleman who joins the King-owned Kingsguards and the National Army and is large and small enough to be given command.

A nobleman who has territory on the border with other countries and, if anything, moves private soldiers to defend the country.

The former is Crave, uncle of Arcs, and the latter is Count Clemeria.

The Laceft family itself is a generational auxiliary to the Cremelia family and is endowed with territory close to the Count's territory. For this reason, Joshua, the father of Arcs, could be said to hit the latter.

Civilian nobles, on the other hand, are nobles involved in government affairs in the palace and in the ministries.

They would be easy to understand when it comes to things like bureaucracy.

Marquis Caru Gaston is also an aristocrat who applies to this civilian nobility and is a high-ranking bureaucrat who is principally engaged in the task of taking charge of the kingdom's finances.

These official positions are not obtained by the examination system, but are all dictated by the rulings of the superiors. The point is not the placement in view of the individual's abilities, it can be said that it is covered by the connections and, together, the soil susceptible to becoming an illegitimate hotbed.

"- You said you lost some paperwork?

Such a surprising voice was raised by Marquis Caru Gaston, the organizer of the night club Leisha visited the other day.

Even though his age hangs on to old age, he looks fat ridden middle-aged.

With golden hair that looks luxurious, Kaisel's beard paints a beautiful curve. Manatsu is sharply cut, from which you can peek at the harshness, the strength of your mind, and the lack of leakage.

A smoked cigar with a fire in your hand.

There are many rings on your fingers with gorgeous gems.

The leathery chair sitting on his back is hung with flashy fur, as if unrelated to the qualities.

On the side is a large cat beast [Hayhu], who plucked the nobles' liver at the other night's club, lying down to serve.

The location is the office of his mansion. Under the dark brown butler desk is laid a bright red carpet with fine embroidery, and the interior is no less than a large hall. Paintings, sculptures, brilliant glass lighting and a crested flag cross the back.

In front of the Marquis of Gaston is one of the servants entrusted with the management of the mansion.

The time is too late. A report from him, which took place first thing this afternoon, uncovered the loss of documents.

In response to the servant's lapse, the Marquis stops his work hand once and sounds the reprimand of the bronze voice.

"What the hell are you doing!

"I'm sorry"

"It's a matter of apologizing!

To the fury of Marquis Gaston, the servant bowed his head deeply and apologized for the loss of documents. After a glimpse of the anger of a single marquis, I cut him out in anticipation of his drinks dropping.

"My lord, if it's just gone, there's something suspicious."

"You think it's suspicious?

"Ha. Where the documents were stored, there are signs of vandalism"

"… so that the document was taken out by an outside person"

"Probably."

"So, what kind of paperwork is missing?

"Yes. It's..."

Then what the servant uttered was a story about documents that smelled corruption committed by the Marquis and about records of the giving and receiving of money.

Having heard a single explanation from his servant, the Marquis pours the cigar into the ashtray, which he was smoking in a calm manner.

"Hum... if it's to that extent, let's make it a problem"

The Marquis did not shed a single cold sweat, even if the evidence was stolen, and his attitude was a word of leeway. From that appearance, it can be seen that it is not enough for the Marquis to take those evidence.

In other words, it can be evidence of injustice, but to the extent that with the Marquis' power, it can be rubbed.

But naturally, some of them cannot be overlooked,

"And then one of the back books was gone."

"... that's not nice"

It is still the existence of the back book that brought shadow into the face of the Marquis.

This is evidence that they were paying less taxes to the state.

But there was still room for the Marquis. I just exposed one of these, and it hasn't reached my own ruin yet. All you have to do is cut through white just to make a mistake, pay the right taxes again, and let the officials involved sniff your nose.

However, once exposed, the surveillance became stronger, so it was something that I didn't want to put on the table if possible.

"Do you have any idea when it's gone?

"Probably at the other night's club."

"At that time..."

Because dignitaries visit nightclubs, security is reinforced more than usual, but because of the large number of invitees in and out, they are often out of sight. Especially since this night club was more temperamental than usual, a considerable number of people gathered.

For a rat to take action, it would mean it was time to dress up.

"... are you still in the hands of the Inspectorate?

"Ha. I had recently received reports that someone was making suspicious moves in the mansion, so I thought perhaps not"

"Do you even imitate the mutineers? As long as it's obnoxious..."

Inspectorate, loyal dogs of the royal family, who in the kingdom monitor whether the nobles are observing the laws which the king has laid down correctly. Sometimes from the outside, sometimes from within, he said, he would look up whether the nobles were not committing injustice.

For the Marquis, who constantly commits injustice, are the haters.

Although he vomited frustrating words, the Marquis, however, remained calm. This is not the first time these crises have happened to him, who has been dyeing his hands at corruption since he became the master.

"So, do you know where he is?

"Ha. I've already held onto them."

"You think I'm holding him down? What's this all about?

The Marquis gives a surprising look. It is paradoxical to see reports go up that there is no more evidence, even though we are holding back the thieves. If you're securing a pattern, it's normal to seize stolen items as well.

But it didn't talk about getting it back.

"It seems to have... let go of him before he could hold onto him."

"So you're saying that the evidence has already passed to the Inspectorate?

"No, it doesn't seem that way either."

"Hmm... so you didn't tie up the wrong person?

"We are also currently investigating the area"

The Marquis often thinks when he hears the words of his servant.

And

"... right. If it's gone at the night club, it's not strange to have already been summoned to the castle"

It's been a few days already, counting from the day they think it was stolen. Even if we are prepared to press charges, if we are in the hands of the Inspectorate, there must be some approach from the other side.

But there's actually nothing.

If so, it is conceivable that the thief hid it somewhere.

"How far is the interrogation going?

"I've already been there, but I can't really break my mouth..."

"I don't mind being rough with my hands. Be sure to let them."

The Marquis gave such an order, and a servant opens his mouth.

"Well, it's about the whereabouts of the paperwork, but I'm curious to hear from the others."

"What?

"I asked the person in charge of the reception the same day that he saw the Laceft family's son returning with a load he didn't have when he visited"

"You think she's Raceft's son? Didn't you take some souvenirs? Would have prepared some for the invitees?

"Ha. But it seemed obviously different from what we had prepared"

"What kind of stuff?

"They said it was like a black bag that didn't fit the dress."

"Mm..."

The Marquis tilts his neck. My son and I first met on the night club day, but I still remembered she was a girl about ten years old. It's hard to think of a child as a dog companion to the Inspectorate.

But...

"If that load was stolen, what can you think of?

"Did the inspector just say that he deposited it with a child he didn't know anything about?"

"Right. Still nothing else..."

When the situation is truly troublesome, the servant asks the Marquis, who looks bitter, about his future policy.

"How would you like it? Could you contact the Laceft family and ask them to return it? Of course, the contents are in the form of laying low."

"No, you can't do that. Confirm the contents to Joshua Laceft. In that case, we are talking about the military houses in the east who are pure. Soon, it will be revealed."

The Eastern military family is bound under Count Clemeria. They are all hard-headed people who do not like injustice and would be thoroughly proud aristocrats. If you look at the contents, no doubt, it will be in the hands of the judiciary.

... should cut the east off the contents, but if this one does, it's the end of the line.

The Marquis sighs loudly at his hearing.

"... man, it's troublesome. I don't want anything to happen in the east either."

"Bye."

"Secretly summon the son of the Viscount and arrange for him to return it easily"

"Easily, is it?

"Easily. Don't mismeasure it around here, okay?

That's what the Marquis says, and he goes back to work just saying that he's done some things.

... without even knowing that the servant was a shadow and he giggled with a nigga.