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

When the Arcs started raiding, a little later.

Charlotte Clemeria, who was being held captive in the guest room of the Marquis Mansion, was also beginning to notice the noise outside.

"... what the hell is all this fuss about?

It has already been a few hours since the Marquis gave me the word to finish.

I was in the midst of anxiety and tension with Liesha about when 'then' would come... but what hasn't been killed yet is probably the Marquis' vigilance over Clemelia and Laceft's trends.

If the two families had already, by some means, obtained information that they were being caught by the Marquis, killing them here would be irrevocable to the Marquis.

No matter how many high-ranking finance officials, there's no way a military family can make it if they really strip their fangs off.

That's why we can't kill ourselves until we can get firm confirmation that we're really not known to both houses.

Conversely, life until then.

No matter how long you estimate it, tomorrow night will be at best.

As I was thinking about it, the mansion rushed to the brim.

The hallway sounded abusive footsteps and anger, which calmed down after a while, but now it gets noisy outside the mansion.

Besides, unlike in the mansion, what you hear is not only anger, but screaming and even loud noises like something being destroyed.

Since the Marquis' mansion is located in an aristocratic neighborhood, there can be no such noise.

Because the entire compartment is a patrol route for guards, and nobles also hire soldiers privately, so trouble doesn't come first.

... With someone, I just want to think about what's going on right now, but it's impossible to talk to Reesha because she's caught as well, in case she's been made to bite the ape so the magic can't be used.

Besides, it seems that it is the back of the mansion that is happening, so I can't even look out the window at the situation.

When I couldn't figure out what was going on, I opened the door to the guest room.

What showed up was a mercenary head with a look and body reminiscent of a giant monkey.

When he entered the room,

"Princesses, it's a raid."

"Shh, raid...?

Listen to what he has to say, face to face with Riesha.

Marquis Mansion with mercenaries placed in the garden and security thickened.

Who the hell are those who raid there?

I don't know if my father, Perth Kremeria, or Liesha's father, Joshua, noticed anything strange and sent a rescue.

"Apparently, your young lady's weak brother brought his people. You're incompetent, you know that."

"Oh, Arcs?

Riesha's brother, Arcs Laceft.

He was, indeed, sent to the sealed tower in the Marquis's story just now.

The sealing tower is known among the kingdom's prisons for its particularly tight security, and even the magician has heard that escape is impossible.

Then how did you get rid of the predicament?

And with what intent, we set up a raid here.

Questioning them, the guest room door opened again.

It was the Lord of this Mansion, Marquis Carw Gaston, who showed up.

Were you even bathing in the water until just before, dressed in a bathrobe, with a slight increase in hot air from your body?

The Marquis asked the mercenary head the most openly.

"Head. What's the situation? Did something go wrong?

"This is my lord. There's nothing wrong with that, right? My men are hitting on me right now. Things are gonna be fine. Come on."

"I heard you were an intruder, but who the hell broke in? Are those the guys from the inspectorate? Or Kremeria, Raceft's..."

"No, that looks like the kid who caught him a while ago and sent him to Seal Tower."

"Stupid! He said he was the eldest son of Raceft!?

"Oh, it seems so. A report from a subordinate says there's no doubt."

"What the hell is this all about? Released by some mistake... No, but the letter must have definitely crossed to the breather..."

When he hears the intruder is Arcs, the Marquis gives him a surprised, suspicious look.

I guess I didn't even dream of it, such as being able to come out of the sealing tower.

Naturally, in a way. There's no way anyone would think that we could break out of the sealed tower.

So much so that I still wonder if it's some kind of mistake.

"But that's a bad thing..."

"You have nothing to worry about. I don't care if you're such a kid."

"It's not. Being free from escape could also mean that the story is being passed on to the Reiceft owner"

If Arcs became free to know the circumstances, it would be reasonable to think so.

I'll tell my parents it depends, and I'll tell my father Perth.

But for some reason, mercenary heads remain spare.

"No, I didn't think so."

"What makes you think that?

"My lord, it seems that only three of us have come to raid, including that kid"

"What?

"There's no doubt about this either. If it is conveyed to the Lord…"

"You mean we should have all the personnel to launch the raid"

"Heh."

Sure it is. If you come to the rescue after telling them that you are being caught, you should send more people.

The opponent is a senior nobleman, his mansion. I can't break through with something raw.

Nonetheless, there are only three of them.

There are too few of them to raid the Marquis Mansion.

I passed it on to the owner, but it's hard to imagine that I couldn't get all the personnel...

If so, we should refrain from raiding until we are ready first.

In other words:

"Have you been in a hurry and lost your blood thinking your sister will be killed soon"

"That would be the place"

The idea of a marquis and a mercenary head is settled, and the footsteps sound like chopped wings from the hallway.

Eventually the door opened without a knock, and a servant ran from it.

"My lord! My lord!

"What the hell is going on?

"There you go, thief... no, a child has broken into the mansion!

"Kid? Is Raceft's eldest son alone?

"Yes!"

"Then seize it quickly! I don't care how hard it is!

"That's what it's like to have no teeth in a servant... but we're stopping it now."

"He's just ten years old. He's one of those kids!? There's nothing you can do!

A servant who hears the roar of the Marquis shrinks in disdain.

Second, the mercenary's head made a low voice.

"... Hey, servant. What happened to the guys out there? You have my men, don't you?

"Yes... apparently you're all gone..."

"Destroy them all!? What's that supposed to mean!

"Certainly. I just peered through the window, but in that way..."

- Guys, I thought you were dead.

From the blue face of the servant, a voice without power sounds.

The look on the face of the Marquis and mercenary heads mixed scares this time.

The Marquis would have prepared quite a few mercenaries.

Though personnel were assigned everywhere for security.

"There's only three of us, right? Besides, the two of us should still be kids..."

"It seems the mercenaries on guard were magically defeated, and the backyard has been ice marinated whole"

"So you've got a good wizard..."

The mercenary head throws up bitterly, while the Marquis punches the table.

"Yep!... you got a bad feeling."

"Oh, does being able to align arms gestures mean that even if they rot, they're military kids...... but it's the guys who make one kid go ahead, I wonder if they hit him bad"

That's what the mercenary head says, but the Marquis stabs the nail at him, still alarmed, with an unfloating look.

"Head, don't be alarmed. Perhaps that child is an incompetent skinned monster."

"Monster, huh. Then I'll skin it off."

As the Marquis and the mercenary head converse, the anger of the servants echoes, along with the rambling footsteps.

Are you even going to sword strike? But he won't meet again, three times, and soon he won't hear it.

When the sound of the hardware hitting fits, the door of the guest room blows off in a luxurious manner.

What emerged from it, however, was a small shadow.

He was a silver-haired, red-eyed boy who looked like he was wearing a boy's clothes to Risha.

Is he Arcs Laceft?

He is dressed in gorgeous clothes worn by aristocratic men and has a sword in his right hand.

And when he came in, he looked around the room,

"Liesha! Are you all right!?

Liesha, who was next door, nodded loudly and showed it.

Found her, Arcs quickly turns to the Marquis with a look of relief, also during which time he immediately turns to Rin.

Ten years old. For those boys to do, a tight face for a long time.

Of all the aristocratic boys of my age I've seen so far, I had to be different from everyone else.

Towards Arcs, the Marquis opens his mouth.

"How the hell did you get out of the sealed tower?"

"You don't have the right to answer that. Trade secrets."

Arcs slaps such a light mouth, while poking his cut at the Marquis.

"Marquis, I want my sister back."

"The kid licked his mouth at me..."

While the Marquis was frustrated by Arcs' story, a mercenary head broke in between.

"Looks like you're bringing in an adult and you're on track, but it was a mistake to be here all by yourself, huh?

"You wouldn't know if you didn't try that, would you?

"You just slapped me in the mouth. I'm sorry I died."

A mercenary head releases a flat back.

"Head, take the hostages!

"I don't know what to say. No sword, no magic, no need to take hostages to a kid."

Arcs on the other hand...... put the cut back toward the Marquis and stand with the sword in his hands.

I know myself well, not from the kingdom-style fine swordsmanship. The sword itself, I suppose, is because it is a short sword, but it is also unusual for noble and noble children to take such a stance with their swords.

But how is it?

Is it also the heart of such sword moves?

The mercenary head also made an interesting voice, "Heh..."

"I think we're going to take one end of the line. Was that an act on your hip earlier?

"In front of the hit. On the day I set him up, my uncle would kill me."

"Ha, then don't hesitate!

"-!!

The mercenary head packs a distance from Arcs at once and is slashed.

Arcs, on the other hand, leaned and flushed his sword, surprised by the speed of its steps.

"Gu!"

"Heh, that's all there is!

……… slaughter with a great sword, rolled out of a giant body. How many children can calmly recieve that feeling of oppression in front of them...... no, even if they were adults.

The sword, which is swung down many times from above, is swept and recieved as he looks up.

"Wow......"

He was leaking such a voice when he realized while such a battle was waged.

Arcs hates stopping on the spot and starts moving around the room.

Despite the chairs, sofas, tables and other conditioning items, they can be frightened, ridden, and endless. And, and, and, fly around with a rhythmic, skillful sense of balance to avoid mercenary-headed sword strikes. Whether you stand on one leg or lower yourself, you will not lose your posture.

It would be a gift of unrelenting training.

Speaking of mercenary heads, Arcs is deliberately running off to someone with furniture conditioning, so he's restricted in movement.

But still, there was a clear difference between adults and children.

arm length, weapon reach, and physical ability.

No matter how good the defense is, the Arcs can't get into the offense because of those factors.

On the contrary, the beginning and end of what I can see visibly is being pressured.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Damn... this..."

"Ha - the defense looks like one end, but if you don't attack it, you can't beat your opponent! Hey!!

"Damn...... guh!?

The mercenary head pokes at the gap shown by Arcs and rolls out a kick.

Defense with the sword came in time, but he was shocked and rolled through the room without a good recirculation.

But Arcs quickly rises up and sets up his sword.

To him like that, the mercenary head is struck with an even more sword.

"I licked you, kid. You're imitating me! After all, it's not like this! Ah!?"

"Damn......"

"Miscellaneous fish like you! You just have to be small in the corner like a mutton fish and stay out of his way strong guy!!

"Gu, uhh..."

"You incompetent kid!!

"Gah......!?

Arcs gets hit once in a while and rolls down the floor, but rises again in the same way.

Look at him like that, I think.

In front of someone so strong,

"Why...?

I wondered how he could get up.

"Why...?

I wondered how he could lay a sword.

Even though I found out then that my strength was inferior to that of a mercenary, I immediately gave up.

Yes, because the 'tiptoe' I profess has shown me the answer to the battle.

For believing it without question.

... arm strength, strength, strength of swords, if they are inferior, it is obvious that they cannot be beaten.

Yet he rises.

Oh, do it, despite the pain.

Oh, do it, despite the wounds.

Mercenary heads make a massive blow where there is a delay in Arcs' defense. The defense would be in time for a haircut, but instead the Arcs were heavily bounced.

Roll through the large guest room floor to the wall.

"Ha, ha..."

In a streak of intense movements, has your breath risen?

My body is full of scratches and it gets hard to watch.

So I couldn't stand myself and screamed.

"No more!

That's how he told me to give it up.

He said he could give up now.

The look on Arcs' face pointed this way.

……

"You know I wouldn't be enemies if I did this any more, if I had as much strength as you!? No more!

"I appreciate your concern, but if you stop here, no, you can't..."

That said, Arcs grins at his mouth.

Why can you eat down that far?

If you're not enemies, they'll poke at you for answers, and still.

Why? Why not? Why not?

Can you stand up like that?

"- I'm not giving up. Even if they say it's less magical or incompetent, let them scratch it..."

"Ah..............."

I hear his words, and, uh, I remember the words of my father, who one day was heard.

Even if I could see the 'front desk', that's not absolutely true.

Even if what you see is your defeat, you can change the outcome unless you give up.

Never forget that.

"Ha ha! You make me laugh! That's a good, cool, superb kid! But what if it's time to take a look at it? You see how invincible they are, don't you? Even the princess. Oh, I'm telling you."

"That's why it's so easy to give up..."

"Then die one foot away"

The mercenary's head slowly approaches Arcs with his sword in place.

"Let me go through the trouble...... head"

"Heh. Copy that. Come on."

The Marquis glanced at him and gave him a brutal grin, that's when.

In front of the lid, a certain 'tip' blinked.

"Ah..."

The sight leaks my voice.

I didn't need a voice to stop him anymore.

"... Surely you're right, there's no way we're going to be enemies if we do it head-on. I knew that from the beginning."

"Then be nice..."

"That's why he hid it through to the end."

That's what Arcs said, pointing to the mercenary head.

Something with a thumb up, not even the shape that normally extends your index finger.

"Am I? What the hell?

"Is this it? That's what I said.

"Ah?"

"Thanks for taking the time to bust me to the end"

Arcs laughs invincibly and squeals something.

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"Maho - Huh!? But with such less magical magic, you think I can handle it!

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Bang!

The dry sound echoes indoors.

Mercenary heads could not react to the magic of Arcs.

No, that blow, whoever it is, won't be able to react.

Even myself when I saw that 'tip', I didn't know why the mercenary head was defeated.

Arcs puts the tip of his index finger in his mouth and blows off the smoke that was smoking at his fingertips.

"Really, this magic will help. I have to thank Swoo later."

That's what Arcs said, and instead of a crummy mercenary-headed body, he stood up.