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

Episode Seventy: Rivel Coast's Trouble

- Rivel Coast, an Imperial Army southern side army affiliate, was sighing tirelessly while doing the given job.

(How could I do this...)

Spitting out with sighs is a bunch of gloomy stupidity.

Livel's unconscious use of such unproductive behavior is nothing more than an embarrassing dissatisfaction with the current situation.

What Rivel is being made to do here is to check the load against the inventory, a very simple, monotonous task. It is such a downward job as anyone can do to see the number of loads and how much they carry out and record them.

... Originally, Rivel is not a person in a position to do this.

He graduated from the Imperial Military Academy with exceptional grades and enlisted in the army with a regular path of elite courses, officer treatment.

He was asked for the future, and slowly planned to take up a staff position.

But why don't you open the lid?

Day three over my first job, no way. What I was waiting for was a decree of transfer to the south.

The situation has been dispatched to the moderate realm of Rhinol, and even crossed among the human beings of the kingdom, making them do such an agent's work.

(I graduated with outstanding grades! Though they would normally be dispatched to the battlefield to work centrally as is or to gain experience on the ground!

Normally, after graduation from military school, it should be customary to build further drills in the rear or master the corporals as lieutenants on the northern side, which is currently at war with the Empire.

Nonetheless, it was one of the enemy countries, the Kingdom of Rhinol, that was headed first. Inside it.

The task was to accompany the Count of the Kingdom, led by the respondent Count of the Kingdom, in an operation aimed at seizing silver, to assist and monitor it.

In short, it is a help to the Kosovo mud plundering strategic supplies.

... In the military school, he was educated primarily to command the majority, as far as possible as future generals.

Nonetheless, what I've been given is this kind of work where what I've remembered so far is as useless.

Whatever you think, it's not a treatment for the elite.

(This is all because of those idiots too. Guys, guys......)

All I can think of is the same sync who graduated from military school as Rivel.

Livel and I are not at all close to each other, and if that's all, we are still incompetent together who have been hostile and even harassing each other. I never admit how much Revell has achieved, and I've been giving her physical traits and making fun of her.

Naturally, one of them must have pulled his leg this time.

I am jealous of myself for finishing my outstanding grades, and I have decided to admire my instructors and the great men of the army.

They're incompetent, but they're just kids from a good place. Getting parents to put pressure on you is an easy story.

Otherwise, why should someone as talented as myself engage in such work in such a place?

The Empire is meritocracy. That is why the incompetent, the talented, are treated coldly, and the competent, even if they are of low status, tend to be heavily used. In a country like that, when the incompetent and the talented rise up and the competent suffer an affair, there is always a plan behind them that is not even busy.

I was plunged.

Absolutely must be.

(Absolutely... Absolutely...)

Just like earlier, a solitaire leaks out of Livel's mouth.

A certain grudge dissipated and my heart steadily folded, and, uh, I glanced at the other side.

On the crate, documents, deeds and even instructions from the Count are piled up in a mess.

In the back of the warehouse is placed the silver, which is the seized load.

I just put a cloth on it and I can't even feel this look like I'm going to hide it.

All I can say is that the controls are tedious. But the only reason this is getting through is because most people in this room are getting high that this base will never be found.

But what Rivel doesn't know is why he chose this location as a temporary supply storage hub.

The place is Rustinel Territory Capital, ruled by Louise Rustinel, the great lord who sounded like a sound.

Because of the river, it is convenient to transport.

It would be surprisingly hard to be noticed because it is common for no one to feel at their feet.

But as a soldier out of school, I have to say it's perfectly dangerous to be based in a place like this.

Sure, if it has to be here, that's not the case.

But there are other candidates for the base.

There's no reason why we should ever be here.

Nevertheless, it is utterly painful to understand that we are also doing this here, from silver, which is the object, to the storage of instructions.

Given the convenience of transportation, silver can be said to have no choice.

Although the instructions are to be incinerated once a certain period of time has elapsed, if we can hold this place down, that is the exhaustion.

Danger is the norm to disperse.

Yet when this one tells you to do it, the people here don't listen.

You just don't like the hassle?

In the first place, has it not reached an idea in itself that things will be exposed?

Without trying to think about the worst at all, stick to only the tasks given to you by comics.

(Are you stupid? These guys...)

These people are all people here. They immediately insult others and don't even try to listen to people's opinions. Only the dull minded owners think we should take instructions from the top.

And leading those people is a merchant named Pyrocolo.

"Mi, nice to meet you all"

What you hear is a voice that lacks confidence.

The attitude of giving instructions to the surrounding area is also well understood.

The people here do the work of superficial merchants, so I guess the people who manage chose the bright ones on that path.

Pyrocolo was a race of sorts that was not suitable for doing these rough jobs.

So...

"Nice to meet you, yeah! This one was damaged in yesterday's raid! You know that, Temehe!

"Oh, no! I'm not surprised they can use magic."

"If you've been dealing with engraving, you've decided to use magic too! Temehe is an idiot!

"Hino! Sorry!

Pyrocolo is outraged by the man to whom the role of thief is addressed, shrinking like a small animal.

This is because when we raided the village last night to seize silver, there was a great deal of damage to those who undertook the role of thief.

Apparently, there were magicians of the kingdom staying in that village, who unfortunately demonstrated their power to protect the village?

To hear the story, most of those who attacked the South Gate side were defeated by the magic of their magicians and captured on the spot.

And they shall be dead with the matin which they were given beforehand.

The man who is now yelling is the one who brings together those who took the role of thief, and he thinks that the damage was caused by Pirokoro's failure to report.

If Pirokoro had that much piercing, he would have been able to contain the dissatisfaction that erupted.

Whenever something fails, the beginning and end of eating a poke up like this.

All I can say is that I made the wrong choice because I haven't been able to keep the one below me tight.

... If you work in an environment like this, it is visible that one day you will be broke.

Yet they, no matter who improves, don't move.

Stupid.

How can you be so stupid with others?

"- Hey. Imperial small-time use"

I was called out that way, from crossing over to the lid.

What is a small-time use? It's called an unwillful way, but swallows anger and turns the voice around.

It was the skinny man sent in by the Nadar side who called Rivel.

Now flutter over the crate and our faces.

Piercing all over the place unnecessarily to say fashionable.

A tattoo picturing a beast occupies half of his face.

I don't know if I can even say I'm the face of the back society if I let a woman serve me on the side... I'm not sure about that though.

I can't blame you in any way for saying that all the other humans are busy moving around because this man is a magician.

"... what?

When asked about the vigilance mix, the man gave a mocking grin.

"Is it time to finish the confirmation? Hmm? Oh, come on. You still hang on to that kind of work? You really can't use it."

The man of the Wizard speaks loudly.

Do you want to tell the people around you?

Rivel also tries to argue, but the smoothness of his mouth was one of the better guys on the Magic Master.

"The incompetent guy just seems pathetic. Wherever you go, you smell like a troll, and you don't even get treated decently."

"Oh, I am!

"What the fuck? That's why they flew you here, isn't it? You call yourself the elite of the Empire?

"Gu......!

"It sounds pathetic. Hey, whatever you do, you can't do anything. What about humans?

A mocking grin is particularly hateful.

Livel's job hasn't been slow enough to be told he smells like a troll, as the man says.

Instead, I'd say this is normal for you to be doing unfamiliar work.

This man, from the very beginning of Livel's assignment here, comes stuck with every thing.

Perhaps he's trying to boost his self-esteem by denigrating people like Rivel.

Snoring a fallen elite would be a pain in the chest.

You've been caught laughing at men, you can hear mockery from around you.

When I was distracted by it, I kicked on the paperwork that the man of the Mage had stacked.

"Ah..."

The paperwork swept through the universe and scattered around.

I was putting it together beautifully around the corner, but now I'm reorganizing it again.

Besides, men are deliberate.

"Oh? I didn't see you. Oh, my God, hey, Livel."

"………………"

What is it that you didn't see? I know and you kicked it.

"What? Are you mad at me? Hmm? What do you say? If you're angry, why don't you say something? Yeah?"

A man comes provoking.

But you must not be put on this. If you rebel on a man's thoughts, these provocative acts will accelerate even further. The vulgar harassment of this hand is that it was tasted scattered in the military school. I don't know why I'm dealing with them.

Was it unhappy with the man that Rivel did not come on the provocation? "Keh," he said, spitting evil.

"Later, when you're done working on that one, why don't you do this one?

"Don't give me orders. It's empty in the first place, I hope you do."

"Ah? What?

Contrary, the man of the Mage rises up and stares.

Are you trying to use magic to intimidate me?

"Wow, I'm an imperial person!... treat imperial humans intact and your employers often think of it!?

"Che......"

Pointing out, the man of the Mage shows a bitter face.

I guess you just don't want to hurt the people of the Empire and make Count Nadal's heart certificate worse.

To a man like that, I give it back.

"You, it's nice to be flirting like that, but you know what I mean? After we go back to Nadal territory, you threaten the back of Prince Rhinol's king, as instructed?

"Oh? You don't have to tell me that. It's happening. Unlike me, you fight in front of me, right?

"... if you know what I mean"

"Ha, is that all you want to say? That's not even a payback, is it? If you want to change the subject, use your head properly."

…………

"I can't say it back and now it's not good... okay, I feel good right now. I forgive you. After this, there's a long-awaited raid on Prince Wang."

To the lid, a man distorts his mouth.

It's a grin that's blinded by the cruelty of hunting.

"It's coming to my attention right now. Prince Wang and his surroundings seem to be screwed with my magic."

Apparently, this man is immersed in joy with the thought of being active in his next operation.

But Rivelle has some questions.

"You're from the kingdom, aren't you? Why do you approve of discussing Prince Wang?

"Why? I would have decided that. To blow a bubble in a kingdom that didn't appreciate me, a competent magician."

"Let a bubble blow?

"Yes. I've been in touch with magic since I was a kid, and I didn't hate a single wizard around that rivaled me. Yet the officials treated me the same way they treated Mogri's wizards there, just because they hadn't left the magic court."

"So, do you want to discuss the King Prince?

"Prince Wang is a child of the greatest wizard in the kingdom, right? That makes you hungry, doesn't it?

…………

To say that and laugh is like the devil himself who comes out in a fairy tale.

It also seems deeply resentful to root for that disturbing grin.

What is competent.

You didn't appreciate it?

Isn't that just resentment?

I guess it was because I was talented that I disparaged myself to the Count's children and so on.

"Are you complaining?

"... nothing"

"Keh... you just have to shrink in the corner like incompetence"

The man comes cursing at his back.

He is an emotionally unstable magician.

... Why should I be with these people?

So always this guy is just obsessed with keeping himself and satisfying his immediate greed, and doesn't try to see the big picture.

It would be the ultimate in stupidity at all.

And the stupidest part is the people on the side who get their silver stolen by these people.

I don't even know that the Count is stealing silver.

I believe I'm just being bandit damaged right now, searching for thieves and touring the mountains.

Stupid. Not at all, it can only be described as the extreme of stupidity.

"I guess the people of Rustinel will also risk the King Prince of the Kingdom without realizing that the silver has been stolen like this..."

It's a stumbling block that spilled stupidity, as usual.

I hold my mouth when I say something fuzzy.

- If you put it in your mouth, it causes tongue damage.

These are commonly said words in empires.

When you say something that is insulting to the other person, it returns an event that goes against the content of the word.

The world was founded by manipulating events [Ancient Arts Language].

Every word now used in the world is assumed to have been differentiated from it.

Therefore, every word is equipped with some power.

It is said that the event will have a very small but influential effect.

For this reason, it is customary for the military to attach importance to such tests (gens), and not to say anything if you think with your heart that you are underestimating or not related to the target.

I also think Rivel would be superstitious, but when you insult someone, it's often easy to fall into a pit.

That's a bad sign, that's what I thought it was.

"Well, there's a Rustinel army out there!

"At this hour!?

"Why!?

"And he's armed!

"Huh."

And then something cold runs down my spine wondering if I've caused a tongue attack.

A man who was yelling earlier grabbed me by the pimples.

"Hey, no way, Temeye, you didn't do badly!

"Yes, no, that shouldn't be..."

Pyrocolo says so, because it has been out of shape since yesterday.