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

- Lordship of Rustinel, Louise Rustinel, was in a hurry for the city at night with her escort.

The time is at the beginning of the evening. I also ended the clerkship in advance, and now I thought I'd lightly grab a bottle of wine and let it go. It's about the arrowhead.

While I was letting the butler choose wine, an urgent report came in from a small lord, one of the ministers.

When asked what was going on at such a time, the story returned that the Deets had seized the strongholds of the people who had been plotting so badly.

... Reports of burglar damage have often come up in the territory in recent times.

The thieves do not just attack small villages and travelers.

Depending on the allowance to the armed caravan.

There had already been so much damage among the earthy merchants that it was rumored.

The thieves went out everywhere in the land, and once they hid, they were completely invisible.

This one, then, and even trying to respond by managing supplies and cutting off food flows, such as the food needed to live - it's as if the expected effect is not achieved. Conversely, it fuelled the selling reluctance in the territory and even brought in the inexplicable buy-in and soaring.

As this one bites his teeth in a situation that will not remain.

Thieves accelerate banditry like fish that get water.

They won't even let me grab that tail.

If so, this is the good news of this one coming up, as I began to wonder if something big was behind it.

The lead in the bandit noise is Count Polk Nadar, Lord of the adjacent territories.

Rustinel and others have tailored their plans to plunder silver from other territories, even merchants and thieves.

No way. The merchant who just showed up in the morning illustration was a part of it.

Apparently, once the plan succeeds, it will operate in another territory using a different name until most of it cools down. So by gaining track record and getting ink from his lord, he seems to have adopted the method of once again taking in as your business.

(With that said, that was an introduction from Uncle Nadar...)

I recall a merchant by the name of Pirokoro bringing a reference to Uncle Nadar.

I see. Once you return to your own territory, change your name and move it, you're less likely to be suspicious.

... Apparently the place the Deets held down was a base for carrying out the stolen silver.

Further to the conversation, he said he even had a plan to harm His Royal Highness Prince Wang, who is currently on his way to Nadar territory.

From Nadar's side, he falsely attacked the king's prince by greeting him, and the bandit pinched him from behind.

What the hell would have happened if the Deets hadn't held down the base quickly tonight.

I cannot thank anyone who noticed and informed me of this plan as soon as possible.

Noble little brother with silver hair.

A boy who wears clothes often worn by aristocratic boys and looks adorable to the girl as well.

Arches Laceft, eldest son of the Laceft family.

In the corner of the warehouse district, as his men moved busily, he awaited his arrival, a lord with his squire.

Shortly after he faced himself, Arcs Laceft was pompous as if he had spooked for a moment.

Probably because it wasn't a lord-like style.

Busty redhead and.

to the ocular band.

Huge sword.

On top of his outfit, he weaves a piece of the skin of a beast.

Roughly the lord, but never dressed like a woman.

Garanga, who seems to have guessed it, stops by niggling.

"Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.M. You look like a bandit."

"Hmm? You haven't said anything yet, have you?

"No, you don't have to tell me. If you look at that face, you'll see... stay!

When you punch Sukon in the head, the clown shows a bare gesture that hurts greatly.

This leads the ministers in Rustinel, so it's not too tight.

Rather, it's bad at the end of the day because this is working well and it's very well put together.

Another shot at the feeling of eight hits, this time punching me in the stomach, I nodded with my belly holding whether it had been decided on a good spot.

It's also there to hang out with the minister, poking at his knees and giving a voice to the thankful boy.

"You're Arcs Laceft, aren't you?

"Ha!

When I changed my voice, did Arcs Laceft feel this wind?

Her face is tense and tense, and her spine stretches further.

"I'm Louise Rustinel. Thank you for noticing and communicating the evils in the realm as soon as possible. That sounded like a Laceft."

"First of all, I apologize for any misdemeanour in your territory."

"No, I have nothing to apologize for. Thanks to you, we're not going to have to take care of this one."

With that said, Arcs Laceft, again, bowed his head.

Reporting the whereabouts of the thieves and soliciting Deet's help in capturing them, the muscles are clear.

And that's all that matters. It should have been possible to occupy the handle alone without reporting it, as well as the material that drives Rustinel down.

I don't think it's too pure to do that as a nobleman.

(No, no, not even that old to think)

Thinking of something extra, for example, one of the ministers shows up with a bundle of documents.

"Dear Louise. Here's the instructions."

Take it and look right through it, but what it says is still the same as the report.

"... that's incontrovertible proof that Nadar has turned over to the Imperial side. But I didn't expect you to leave evidence like this... but you couldn't muster something very competent."

I don't want to just dispose of anything that could prove it, and I don't want to say it's a handful to leave behind.

Is there no way to gather good people under the kind of people who work stealing in the first place?

Talking to the minister like that, he finds Deet at the entrance to the warehouse.

Eventually, over there, did you realize this one existed?

"Ah! Carchan!

I wave my hand wide and come close.

Although I am perfectly fine after returning from a patrol in the realm and then having had a blast.

"Deet! Come on, I told you not to call me that!

"Uh, but Carchan is a carchanter."

Gotun.

Deet who will never change his language.

When he dropped his fist bone on the top of his head, he crouched into tears on the spot.

"What's the pain, yeah, yeah!!

"Totally when my kid... how did he end up looking so rough"

After leaking such stupidity, I realized that the ministers were turning their white eyes.

Why is this happening every time we talk about this hand?

When I looked at Fu and Arcs Laceft without knowing, you were scratching your head there.

This boy is also this boy, who often seems to get fist bones dropped on the top of his head - anyway.

"Deet, well done"

"No, I owe this all to Arcs, too. I just caught him."

The light-hearted Deet became a mysterious face of what was going on,

"Later, it's like they even grabbed these women."

"Really?

"I protected one young lady who was caught earlier. So you were being treated, shoved naked in a crate and trembled."

"You even did that in people's territory... the girl is going home."

"I know."

Not only does it plunder silver.

I didn't know you worked to such an unattended person.

Besides, we want to harm His Royal Highness the King.

Anger at Polk Nadar just solicits.

"After I have distinguished myself as a whole, I shall immediately take the soldiers and head to His Highness Seylan for a report. You ask for the crime scene and Arcs Laceft. He's a benefactor in our territory. You're gonna treat him right? Like?"

"Oh, yeah. Let me handle it."

I've already heard from Galanga that Arcs Laceft doesn't want to make much of a big deal out of it. I can assume that it has something to do with the purpose for which we came here, and the point is, we don't have to be enlightened around it.

Benefactor, if you decide to entertain yourself as a guest, it will also be a good hideout.

And I'm talking about that Arcs Laceft thing.

"If I can carry it well, Your Highness, I'll tell you about you. He said you had a big part in it."

"Thank you for your attention"

"No, it's up to me to thank you. I'll get you a thank you from here."

With that said, Arcs Laceft, who is awed and thankful again.

Sure, although there is a naive part to it.

Hold on tight attitude where you should be.

It's like if a child takes an attitude they don't like, it's exactly like they're consciously taking bareback gestures like this.

I still don't think I'm old enough to resemble a child Deet.

Whatever, now.

"Clayton!!

"Ha. All soldiers are knocking up and waiting outside the castle gate"

"Okay! When you're ready to organize and leave while I come around!

"Yes, sir."

This case is now in our minds.

Before a row of princes shall come into contact with the greeting from Nadar, they shall break through the border with Nadar, and come unto the prince.

The vanguard placed the emphasis on speed in small numbers, and quickly joined with a row of Princes Wang. Is it best to send reinforcements to Nadar from time to time as soon as the successive formations are in place and to escape from Nadar while consolidating their defences?

Before Prince Wang enters the nostalgic realm of Nadar, he will have to be chased away.

Although I have to report a painful glitch that Nadar was stealing silver from me, if I make a dramatic rescue play here, well, I should be able to do as much as write it off.

To make this scar less, things should blow aloud.

(... for that matter, that kid's ratings will go up... Hmm?

... Involving Galanga, walking in the warehouse and working out a political strategy, something puzzling catches my eye on the pretense.

Bearded iron plates and crushed building materials.

Only one place in the warehouse was slightly damaged.

Near-field windows are broken and scattered outside.

Most of the wood equipment falls apart.

If you look closely, burnt pieces of meat are scattered and creeping around.

"... Galanga, what is this?

"... that's the magic trail used by Arcs Laceft. Come on"

"You know what, that kid?"

"Heh. When I interacted with an enemy magician,"

Sure, it's a tragedy to be convinced when it comes to magic.

But then another question springs up.

"The magic of fire...... it seems a lot more powerful though?

"I don't know how long that's gonna take, do I? The Magic Instructor I ate almost disappeared. It's part of the enemy's magic guide I just told you."

"It's"

As long as people are powerful enough to disappear,

"What kind of magic is that?

"The magical contents are refreshing to our wizards."

"Don't you see?

"The view of the guy who stayed with me is the same because he said it was magic using fire. The instantaneous destructiveness is too much for that to be conclusive."

I don't really get the guidelines for Galanga, who prefers clear answers with a refreshing personality.

When it comes to offensive magic of fire, the first thing that comes to mind is [Flash Spear (Flamloon)] magic. An offensive magic preferred and commonly used by a magician who specializes in fire in the kingdom, it combines the characteristics of Fire and Spear and has the effect of inflaming and destroying objects.

It is also designated as a magic used tactically by the National Army's magicians.

Its power is so scary from other countries.

But the devastating part is secondary because the main effect is what burns things.

Although it bursts and flies, it should not be such a trace even if used.

This state, it also looks as if after I hit a boulder with earth-related magic.

Then what does it mean?

If you turn your eyes to Fujiganga, you'll have a glimmer of sweat on your forehead.

"I didn't know you were cold sweaty."

"Well... think about it if you imagine when you ate that one... like a cold sweat. Come on"

Galanga, who says so, goes on to say the words so as to make a monologue.

"... Our magician said so. That's not a power I can put out with that short spell. Yet about half of the [Flash Spear (Framloon)] spells made it the same or more powerful. Look at that. I envy the purity of a boy who can be innocent. Come on."

This means that Arcs Laceft is also quite capable of magic.

But...

"... there are rumors out there that the magic was obsolete because he was an incompetent man with only a garbage amount... is that what you're talking about?

"That's what I'm gonna tell you."

So, isn't it?

I don't see the situation very well.

At times like this, yes.

"... Galanga. How's your point?

"Arcs Laceft is so prolific that he doesn't look good for his age. I have the skill to engrave at that age, and the courage to step into an iron fire. So, so is magic. Come on. I'm not so sure it's obsolete, but I have no idea what kind of joke it is."

"I guess."

"Besides, both my squire graduated as chief of the magic court. They are two brilliant talents that even the great nobility can't welcome by wanting them. How the hell can you pull someone like that?"

One of the National Magic Instructors, Crave Arvent, the Melted Iron Magic Instructor, should also have originally been a Raceft person.

Probably the handler, but he still pulled two chiefs, and it also seems difficult to attach them to those who are rumored to be incompetent.

"... So, why did Arcs Laceft come to us?

"Not yet about that. The letter of His Majesty King Sinr could not be opened to Mr. Sinn. We were supposed to talk about why we came to Rustinel at the sight of tomorrow, as we talked about in the evening."

"Hmm..."

If you're a parent, you can't open it.

It should be the norm in the first place to have such letters delivered to a person of the corresponding status.

But what I brought with me was an abandoned nobleman's younger brother.

First of all, I'm not a man in a position to keep the king's protégé.

Being able to keep it in this way means congratulating King Sinn on his memory.

…………

"What is it, Mr. Tsuge?

"Garanga, you're telling me to stop being such a jerk. You're with her too..."

"Uh, no, with"

Galanga says so like a blur, making the bat look like a bad laugh.

"Totally...... well that's good. You know the story about how the Royal Army's Demon Commander Unit got better lately?

"Heh. Anything. If the organization is done, thanks to the neatness, the command and operation will be great? And there's more good magicians in the medical department."

"And I need to talk to you about silver."

"Silver?............... No way, then Arcs Laceft has silver?

"At this time of year, I'm bringing a royal sealed letter to us. What you want from us is silver first, and you can't possibly be chewing on one."

Connecting Arcs Laceft with the improved training of the Enchantress Squad may seem like a leap forward, but visiting with a parent book is in itself unprecedented in the first place.

It is only at the stage of speculation, but it will be possible.

"Then why are you incapacitated..."

"Come on. Some kind of hideout or something? You're too competent to take me off the trail and entertain my new home or something kind of thing?

"That's what I'm talking about. Come on! You're just bragging about incompetence, aren't you?

"That's right. Should I see this because my daughter deserved it more..."

Even so.

"... that's the Viscount family of ancient kingdoms. How blessed is his house to be picked up?"

The fact that the personality does not change despite the ancient ginseng does not seem to waver (fluff) much, but because the status of Viscount also has the aspect of assistant to the superior nobility, it does not mean that it has been able to produce a generally competent trace.

Should both brothers and sisters here be seen in the way that they are competent?

Whatever, Arcs Laceft.

This is all we can do at this age, even if we don't talk about it right now.

If you think about your future activities, you might want to tell Deet to get along with Arcs Laceft.

.................. When I returned around the warehouse with Galanga, the formation of the first battalion was over.

What was gathering in Warehouse Street was a bunch of army horses.

It's lined up neatly, and it hasn't wandered one bit.

Look around once at the people you're used to seeing, and speak up.

"You guys used to get together like this, even before a good time at night! Some of them will have left a cup of their own because of the sudden call! But that's the same for me! I wish I'd just drank it and left it nagging. I regret it..."

Mouth it like a boyaki, a laugh arises from among the soldiers.

"But this is the crisis of the king prince of Rhinor. Depending on it, it can also be a retreat as it is. If we help this work, Rustinel's reputation will grow even further. You guys, hang tight and get my stock up!

Tell him to scream, and he'll get a comforting reply back.

The soldiers have enough morale.

Even after running through this all day and night, you'll endure enough fighting.

"Retreat Fight... Retreat Fight Hey"

I casually reworded it, and the laughter comes in.

If it hadn't been a battle, I wouldn't have done it.

But when it did, it did. That's funny.

[Guillotine] gave way to Deet, but there was a good opportunity for him to draw blood from a new product.