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

After Reesha was ready for the recapture operation, Arcs was visiting the location designated in the letter.

The designated location is one of the squares in the Wang capital.

This place is not particularly popular (one-sided) among multiple squares, either because it is in the Wang capital or out of the way, and it feels lonely. Due to the thick clouds in the sky, there is an indescribable sense of ruin from which ghosts are likely to emerge even during the day.

If you put your nose to work on the lid, it smells indescribable. There will be nothing to come and smell this smell that I don't know for sure if it stinks of callousness or dob.

This also seems to be one of the reasons to promote the lack of shadow in this square.

And Arcs was coming to the occasion wearing a blanket that didn't look good in a place like that at all.

What Noah used was a shirt and jacket, and overall blue and white based clothing.

If there is a ribbon and skirt on this, it is likely to be mistaken for Reesha because of her excessive female face.

On the hips, wave a shorter sword of the type that even children can handle.

In one hand, there was one black bag containing false evidence.

These are the two portables.

Waiting, I hear faint noises.

- Hey, did you say that?

What I spilled was words that anticipated someone's arrival.

The identity of the faint sound of matter is the sound of fine clothing rubbing or more than one sound stepping on cobblestones.

Eventually, from the corners of the hedges and narrow alleys around the square, the men pour out straw.

The number of people cannot be two.

Six in all.

When they appear, they immediately surround themselves, as if they were trying to escape.

There is no waste in movement and control is in place.

I get that impression. Stand around.

Eventually a big man approaches whether it's the head of this group or not.

"Is that Arcs Laceft?

"... yes"

In response to the big man's question, I affirm it by stiffening my face.

... I don't want to use salutations or anything like that on the crowded people, but it's theatrical time now.

A well-behaved aristocratic younger brother.

A seemingly unreliable noble younger brother.

Tell yourself that imagining and acting on them is now the key thing.

The look of those who show up falls into one category or another that is not very good.

The head is still better, but overall the hair and mustaches are poorly maintained and hard to say they are beautiful.

Clothes are thin, dirty and yellowing are noticeable.

Just because they're properly armed doesn't mean they're rough in Lower Town.

When it comes to arming the city's unreliable people, such as sticks made of oak and sandalwood or blackjacks made of a combination of cloth and stone. Dagger, how I said superior if I had a knife.

But those who are now in front of them wear their shoulders on leather armor, their tibia, and even swords and metal mace on the Lord's armor. It stands like a caution stick whilst at the end of the day in a tavern.

We don't have all the gear in place and it falls apart.

Nonetheless, the movement is under control.

That's what I can think of.

(... these guys, could they be mercenaries going in and out of King's Capital?

I guess.

I am not a regular soldier.

I'm used to the place.

Moreover, in view of the fact that they are good at moving in groups, there is no doubt about it first.

He seems to be a handkerchief to be truncated at all times, the Marquis' keeper.

A big man turned his back to suggest he was headed somewhere else.

"Well, follow me"

"Ma, wait!

"Am I?"

Towards the big man who turned around, pulling out his sword and pointing his cut.

And what you say is,

"Where's my sister!? Give me my sister back!!

"Cacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacacaca! You have the courage to point your sword at me. But I'm losing my hip."

As the big man said, he's in a nappy state right now.

Not to mention wearing aristocratic courtesy clothes well, from the look of it, it would remind me of a grown child who is not used to rough things.

That's what we're after.

Naturally, we must not fight them.

We must impress upon ourselves that we cannot fight after showing our willingness to defy.

Turn your cutting edge and approach inadvertently, showing off your obvious unfamiliarity.

Regardless, I will not take the structure of kingdom-style fine swordsmanship.

As I was sweetening the grip on the pattern, I was kicked up the pattern butt as a matter of course.

A sword falling out of his hand flies in an unexpected direction.

"Ah..."

"Huh - how can a kid like you not do this?"

"Damn, if magic can be used..."

As bitter as possible, bite your teeth.

When I also weave the nickname information that subtle magic is not available, it seemed like something had occurred to me.

"No, we talked about Laceft's oldest son being incompetent."

"Ugh..."

Then I leak a groan that doesn't fit into the act.

Or how far the hell is that information spread?

I didn't know you'd even heard of such a mercenary.

No, I guess that means the deaf know because their parents are blowing in the people.

Containing sprouted frustration, palms toward a big man as he disguises himself as a misery.

And

"- It's fire. Uh... something! Whatever! Get out!"

"… ha. You can't use magic like that, you idiot! Haha!!

The big guy naturally laughs Guerraggera all the way around the guys.

Naturally, they caught him right away.

Successfully, exhale a small, reassuring breath.

... humans are conservative creatures. I tend to believe what I want to believe and prioritize information I know beforehand. Now the impression would have taken root in them: children who can't use magic, poor children who can't even disobey.

"... is this what the example is?

"... it says something. Probably."

It's coming from the back, that kind of conversation.

Seeing, one of the mercenaries was opening a black bag and examining the contents.

They can't read the letters.

The contents are written appropriately in advance.

A rushing prop to increase credibility, but you seem to have believed me.

... can be put on a carriage that was parked nearby while being caught by the mercenaries.

After being rocked by a carriage for a while, it eventually stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

This would be the Marquis' mansion.

I can just see a little bit of it, how the gold hangs.

Large landscaping and large garden trees are everywhere.

Stone statue at the garden tip.

A fountain made of gold.

To be honest, all I can say is bad taste.

Though pioneering, as he followed them sideways to the men, he was put through to a room in the mansion.

Not in a room, but still a storeroom kind of place.

In the room...... there is no Risha.

He said he felt bitter about pulling the hassle.

- Did you bring him?

"Heh!"

A big man replies to that word.

I came into the room, in good shape - no, he was too good a man.

He also has an unbeatable costume for a big man who worked out as a mercenary, so much so that if he's only his back length, he's comparable to his uncle, Crave.

Perhaps this man is the Marquis of Carw Gaston.

It matches the traits Noah was hearing about.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a trinket that makes money because of working wrongdoings.

The way you walk, stand and behave is grand and feels certain majesty.

If they say bad guys, they do look bad, too - but I feel more right to say dark curtains in terms of the nuances of the discourse.

Look at that, I think.

This is the type with poor nature (tachi).

When the Marquis comes in front of me, I feel a strong pressure that I can't say and show.

This is the power of the superior. It seems that the more people in this world rank higher in this way, the more style and majesty involve physical pressure.

"Hmm, are you Arcs Laceft?

"... yes. Are you, His Excellency the Marquis of Carw Gaston?

"Don't even have to hide it... oh, you're right"

"So you sent that letter, didn't you?

With that said, the Marquis nodded like a hundred million people, which is a hassle to explain.

"Is my sister safe? Give me my sister back."

"Before that, is that the book?

The Marquis turned his gaze to a mercenary with a black bag in his hand.

The mercenary perceives the Marquis' intentions or immediately gives him the black bag he had.

But when the Marquis examines its contents,

"This... you have different contents. I thought you were supposed to bring the evidence you kept in the letter.

…………

"What happened to the contents? Answer me."

"I've already deposited that with an official"

But the Marquis doesn't move in any way, but rather shows us enough room to even leak a thin laugh.

"You're lying. If that's true, you can't even answer this call."

That's right. If it's already in the hands of officials, they won't bother to do anything to get caught.

"Tell me where it is. If you don't tell me, what will happen to my sister..."

The Marquis smells the possibility of harm.

They're taking hostages. Naturally, it will.

Promise (template) first, like in a man's country epoch.

It's not easy to understand.

"... the real evidence has been left at home"

"Is there anyone else who knows where it is?

"Nobody. It's hidden behind the cabinet in the room."

"Right."

Mouth the proper stash, the Marquis turned his back as if he had lost interest.

And bumps. I guess he thinks to himself about how to recover the evidence.

More acting against such a marquis.

"Give me my sister back! If you do, I'll give you back the proof!

"You can't. We can't hand it over until we know if the evidence is real."

"Oh, no..."

"It's your fault. If you bring proper evidence here, give Miss Riesha back what she gave you. You think you can believe the words of this man who tries to plot me with extra wisdom?

"Ugh..."

The Marquis dares to emphasize that he (Arcs) is bad, even though he would not have intended to give it back easily. You're going to keep him mentally interchangeable and make him grow up.

Get on with it and let it drip.

"My lord, what will he do?

"I don't need you anymore. Take him."

"Is this where the princesses are?

Hearing that word uttered by a large mercenary, he raises his euphoria in his heart, "Okay."

I hit the diagram. Now the purpose has almost been achieved.

After this, I'll rendezvous with Reesha to make sure she's safe.

And then we use magic to escape, anticipating when there are fewer people.

I'm ready for the magic.

The magic of sleep to render the opponent powerless, to [the magic of transparency] that uses knowledge such as the refraction of light in the man's world.

Both have short effect times, but levels that can withstand use.

Worst of all, you can use the magic of [Black Bullet (Black Barrett)] to repel it, or use the magic of fire to make a small fire (Voya) noise.

I have as many hands to escape.

In response to a major mercenary inquiry, the Marquis:

"Right... that's fine - no"

"What did you do?

Two, the Marquis shut up.

You're thinking of something, Marquis puts his hand on his chin and narrows his eyes. After I pinched a lot of silence, I turned quietly to this one.

And

"... just in case [Heaven's Seal Tower]. I'll prepare the letter here."

"Heh?"

"Nah!?

The out-of-condition voices uttered by large mercenaries overlap with their own surprise voices.

Both the reasons for the voice would be the same.

The question is, why not imprison him in this mansion?

Immediately a large mercenary asks back to the Marquis.

"My lord. How could you be in that place again? If you just don't want to be with the princesses, you can stay in the other room, right? But the sealing tower..."

"'It' is Reesha Laceft's brother... a child of the military family. I've never been there to keep an eye on you."

"Are you wary of going wild? But this kid, he can't fight, he can't use magic, right? You must be famously incompetent in the aristocratic neighborhood."

"Sure. But isn't it true that it's acting?

"Ha ha..."

The Marquis glances into his own eyes with a baffling large mercenary in his ass.

From slowly approaching eyes, you have to squeeze your back, like trying to find something unclear.

... the approaching face. A gaze that tries to see through sincerity. My body is tied to mundane tensions.

Pressure. Pressure of the superior.

I feel like I've been shown a lot of different actors, and I get sweaty on my neck muscles.

Then,

"I think I'm thinking too much. 'Cause magic and swords are a lot of useless kids, aren't they? There's no need to be alarmed if you're just a kid... but if you want to be a monkey..."

"Fine. Take him. This is my job, too."

"I understand. Hey, get up."

Pulled off by a big mercenary.

I didn't expect you to come here and stay.

Besides, being sent is [Heavenly Seal Tower].

I remember that name.

It is a prison that connects sinful wizards in the Wang capital.

The stronger the measures against magic, the more the magician is told that it is impossible to break out of jail once he can get in here, the more tightly guarded and famous the place is.

"So, what do we do after that? There's evidence in the Laceft mansion. Come on, you can't do this.

As the big mercenaries say, we need to use a reason to inspect other homes.

But it should be hard to make a good reason for that.

Or so it would be difficult to sneak in and find a home. The opponent is a military mansion. Materials related to the kingdom's military are also stored, thus laying the corresponding security.

If they are mercenaries of hundred wars and smells, they shouldn't be easy to reach.

"Right. Oh, man, it's trouble."

The Marquis exhales tirelessly, as he agrees.

And

"First of all...... you look good. It would be time for those two to be gone, making a scene. Especially if there's no movement against this one."

"Without?

"You should leave it alone. If that's the case, it means no one knows this one is involved. When things settle down, you just have to confuse the breathing one of these days."

"So, what about the princesses?

"Right. We'll have you both gone, as planned."

You can't just shut up when you hear those words.

"Hey, you."

……

The Marquis turns this way over his shoulder.

"Are you insane? How much is the Viscount's child?

"It's common for a child of nobility to go missing."

"Are you serious?"

"I mean it."

To the Marquis, who tells us it's only natural to succeed,

"It's sweet of you to go missing and have no yew. Laceft is still a military landlord. Look it up and I'll grab your tail."

"What does Laceft do? What, it all works out"

"Why so much?"

Do you want to know if you're confident? The world is gold, money. As long as you have the money, you can also have the power to make people listen, and with that, most things are missed. "

"I thought I'd solve anything with money or power..."

"Unfortunately, it's something to solve. Everyone in the world moves on a scale of profit and disadvantage. As long as you have money, you can buy love in this world."

"Knock..."

More than the plan went crazy, it's not good as it is.

I make up my mind and try to move,

"Oops. Fuck you."

A big mercenary says those words.

"Gu, ah..."

At the same time he was struck in the back of the head and darkened in front of him.