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

- Polk Nadar.

This man has the status of Count in the kingdom and is one of the top nobles who should be at the vanguard of his affairs with the Empire.

Originally it had territory in the northern part of the kingdom, but there is a history that the royal family was ordered to transfer it and to keep the current territory of Nadar on account of the failure of the insurgency crackdown and the inadequacy of territorial management.

The truth is a good bullet shelter, although it sounds good to say that it has been sent to the border with the Empire for the extension of peace and has been entrusted with negotiations, etc.

There is no denying that it is a poverty lottery, beyond the inevitability of the last war, and if it is a war, it will be the first to suffer. That would also be the driving force behind your commitment to maintaining peace, but from the point of view of yourself, you shouldn't be concerned.

Around there, it could also be said that he was halfway better at diplomatic skills.

He was currently in a whirlpool of frustration and impatience.

That's because of the reward that came in a few days ago.

The King Prince of the Kingdom, Saylan Crocellulode, comes to inspect immediately.

The fact is, for him, a blue sky thunderbolt, so much so that he lost his complexion shortly after receiving reports from his men. No way, out of this time of year, and the fact that Prince Wang would carry out an immediate inspection, was a matter that he had not anticipated at all either.

Often, it is customary to send officials first for folds with suspicious buds. In spite of this, there is also a great deal of horizontal paper tearing, such as the fact that Prince Wang, who softens up the practice and is responsible for one end of the national government, goes there.

Swirling around in Polk Nadar's head is none of the fear concerns anxiety.

- No way, did you find out about the injustice?

- But then you should be summoned or taken to the royal castle first.

- So, is this inspection to hold it back?

- What do you think?

- Is it true?

- What happens in the future?

Gradually and in contrast to the blunt numbness of the thoughts, the feet heading to the reception room of the Territorial Castle become naturally faster.

Neither does the voice of the squire, which is spoken firmly from behind, come to mind.

Please wait.

The material.

etc., and follow them with a hurried voice.

Polk could not afford more than to take such inadequate account of his squire.

… the reception room is waiting for the caller.

That's one of Polk's accomplices.

When Polk entered the reception room, there was already a man in the room, sitting on the couch.

She is in her mid-forties. He keeps two young squire, an escort, standing behind him and enjoying the softness of one fine leather sofa.

To put your feet together on the couch and smoke paper is a completely unobtrusive attitude on the part of those who go out in front of the upper nobility. It's like my face. I can see the indiscretion that I don't think I'm a customer at all.

But that's allowed here. This guest is someone who is in a place where the authority of the kingdom nobility cannot be reached. Instead, speaking of the equilibrium above and below your position, you can also say that you are leaning towards this Guest.

Dark hair stiffened by nerves with wax. An attitude that seems transgressive is backwards, and the face is honest itself. To see it, it also feels as if this arrogant attitude is a manifestation of fidelity to the norm that we are doing because we have to.

In fact, yes. Because this man only has this attitude in order to formally show that the other one is superior.

Wearing a masterpiece is a distinct appearance from the form of kingdom.

Uniform based on black.

Golden ornament given from the shoulder.

A medal following the cross and the stars.

The design is so meticulous that the word nervous is so cute that it is nothing short of the military uniform of the British Empire, the enemy nation.

Such a man greets Polk with a thin grin when he glances at him.

"His Excellency Count Polk Nadar. You're in a good mood."

"Oh, is there something beautiful about it? I'd like you to stop joking that's not funny. General Grants."

"That's rude. Be disrespectful, forgiven."

Grants - Leon Grants, a member of the army from the eastern side of the British Empire. The status is only one of the generals set up more than one in the army on the other hand, but still in a position to lead a population of 10,000 units.

Leon doesn't even show any bare gestures of bowing his head, as if that's natural. What I show you is I can afford to let Eagle Deep say things. It is this attitude because the other position is above it.

That's why, as long as it's bitter for Polk...

Fu and Leon offer flat hands.

"First, why don't you hang up?

The saying is as if you were in your castle. Polk is angry that he has been turned upside down in his embrace, but "I know," he says more subtly, lowering his back on the couch somewhere.

And

"I think you already know that because you agreed to the letter."

"Prince Wang is coming to see you."

"That's right. Son of a bitch. What did you suddenly think..."

"If the wisdom of Prince Wang is as the wind tells it, it would mean he sensed your lord's disloyalty"

"It's not! The cover-up was perfect! He's been a spy for the Inspectorate General ever since!

"Sure, I guess that's true"

Leon agrees with Polk's words.

Even to the extent he has looked into it, he certainly does not look distracted by the Inspectorate or officials.

Polk moved quickly, sensing that the officials would move or not, skillfully standing around, and sometimes letting him sniff his nostrils.

The arms around here are to be commended.

"But that's just the officials. It's not contained to the lower mouth."

"What?

"From what we've investigated, there's a part of it that's gone awry. The merchants are finally starting to make noise in the alley, right?

"You chatty sparrows..."

Polk throws up bitterly, while Leon creates an invincible grin on his mouth.

"Instead, wasn't it just right? It's the tide, even when you think about it."

"Uhm......"

When Polk raises one roar, he sees the documents sent in advance by Leon.

It contained suggestions from the Empire regarding how Polk would shake himself in the future.

But it's too contouring.

As a kingdom aristocrat, I can even say it's ruinous.

But it was also true that, as things stand, Polk is being pushed into a situation where he has to follow it.

That's why

"I really guess this promises my place in the Empire!?

This is how Polk arouses.

Open your mouth, self-interest, self-preservation.

As for the counterpart, Leon, it also means pioneering.

...... Polk Nadar. An obese man who looks nervous. It is prone to frustration and, together, excitement. Now he moves his body without fear and even bites his nails. If things don't get carried away as planned, this is how people immediately show up in their attitudes.

As Leon stared at Polk with his chilled eyes,

"General Grants!

"... that's for sure. His Majesty the Emperor already knows that."

"Words alone are incredible! I need you to prepare a sure sign!

"Even if they say so. Even if you leave paperwork behind, it's difficult if you ask me if it will be effective."

"All I do is treason against the Crocellulodes! You will abandon your status and territory!

Leon sighs inside at Polk's lack of listening.

I wonder if it's all the seeds I've sprinkled.

I thought this might have happened because of my greed.

"... if you don't like it, you can do as your lord pleases. Either way, your lord shouldn't be counting on us. Isn't it?

"Gu......"

"If anything is revealed, your lord will be guilty of death after the confiscation of territory. I don't like that, so isn't that how you came at us?

Yes. At the time of this, Polk's retreat was already cramped.

If Seylan visits the inspection, he will surely expose himself to the snotty Prince Wang.

Then there is only one path to choose.

Betray the royal family and attach it to the empire.

That was the only way Polk would survive.

"............... So what do we do after this"

"There's no need to rush. This was more than originally expected. Rather, he is even survived by the visit of Prince Wang himself. Your lord will do as he originally planned."

"... ok. Please do me a favor for the future."

"Indeed."

... Leon sighs tirelessly on the spot, freed from the fold of Polk Nadar's exit, often patience.

To be honest, for him who has lived to be steadfast, the way Polk is a greedy, lazy pig himself.

He even treated the goods that were forbidden to trade, betraying the main royal family in order to fatten his private belly, as if he were still a servant if he were to backfire to maintain a subtle relationship with the Empire.

And if that's what we're going to expose, forget about the royal benefactor and follow him to the empire. I don't mind pretending if I get cornered. It would be exactly the kind of corrupt aristocracy you painted.

Only that pride is expensive. He would have hidden it, but even during the talks, there was dissatisfaction everywhere he did it.

Rather, it just seemed hilarious to Leon.

Leon escapes to a paper cigarette for a while.

Converting with a fat pig is so uncomfortable that it has to dissipate.

When you finish smoking paper, turn to the corner of the reception room.

Blurry white masks floated where no one could see them.

Eventually, something emerges with blue clothes together, as if darkness could peel off the corner of the room.

I naturally don't know if I'm a man or a woman because I'm dressed in a relaxed coat and my face is hidden in a mask.

While his squires stiffened themselves by tension, Leon did not break down calm.

Someone in the white mask sits on the opposite side of Grants.

Leon, with paper cigarettes in his ashtray, moved a pinch of frown,

"... Lord Arius, is this a good idea?

"Yeah, you'll do great. I was wondering if this result would be sufficient in return for [Class I Barrier Formation (Wall Alter)]"

It is the voice of a young woman that comes from behind the white mask that Leon called Arius. They are still in their twenties, or teens, and may be bright enough.

As the conversation goes, the back of this meeting is a deal with her.

Of Leon and Arius, not.

empire and with the organization to which she belongs.

Polk Nadar's rebellion was wanted as a consideration for a new anti-sexuality spell.

But I don't know.

"You... No, what the hell do you want? In return for one spell, you want the ruin of one nobleman, imitation that even fuels battle, etc."

"You don't need to know that. General Leon Grants. His Majesty the Emperor is well aware of this matter."

"But you are."

"As a general...... no, as an individual, you mean you're not good at it?

"Naturally."

A single organization, not a nation, not a nobleman in a hostile relationship, wants the ruin of a nobleman.

It didn't fall to Leon.

So here I am, trying to find out why.

"My Lord General. If you're a soldier, don't you have to obey the orders above?

"Mm..."

If they bring up the norm, honest Leon won't be able to say anything.

A military man should be the gear of an organization. If that gear moves out on its own, it is imperative that the tissue ceases to stand.

Since his life has already fallen from His Majesty the Emperor, even if he asks why here, it doesn't change what Leon should do.

And then I hear a thin laugh from behind the white mask.

"Besides, it's good for the Empire, isn't it?

"It's..."

Sure, yeah.

Recently there have been reports of a sharp improvement in the level of training of the Royal Army's Magic Commander units.

The information is still uncertain and it is unclear how much practice has improved, but even if it is true or not, the Imperial Army needs to evaluate its power on a one-off basis.

In that regard, I can say that this patrol was just as fortunate.

We do not wage war from the Empire, but if we succeed, because it is not impossible to proceed without the loss of the Empire.

"If His Excellency the General also understands, there must be no no no"

"... I understand"

... Higher quality of the kingdom's magicians is a threat to the Empire. The kingdom was originally a nation with high demon warfare, and if it became even stronger, it is a headache matter as an empire contemplating expanding its prints to the south in the future.

This one is full of magicians. Originally tormented by the magicians of the kingdom, it is expected that if this were true, it would be even more tormented from now on.

Therefore, we do have to grasp the reality.

"... Lord Arius, have you grabbed anything over there?

"Even we are under investigation. Either way, I was wondering if the key is still in silver with increased consumption."

"I guess..."

Improving the Magician's Proficiency.

As with time, he said, there is a slight increase in silver consumption in the kingdom.

Hence the laying in via Polk Nadar.

He said something should probably work.

- Let Polk Nadar be sacrificed.

That's what Arius said before he incited Polk.

When I think of it, there's still something glum running up Leon's back right now.

In the reception room, an elegant laugh sounds. A laugh with a clear voice, like a silver bell ringing.

Not at all familiar with the idea of falling into the wrong hands.

That's why I can't help but sound creepy.

Eventually, when Arius took his seat, he blended into the darkness in the corner of the room again.

"Silver star, or..."

Such Leon's whining melted into the ceiling, along with the purple smoke that erupted.