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

Some time before the departure of the hall, Deet sent me an ale called "Aniki, good luck -" etc.

Noah, Kazi and the three of us, rocked by the carriage that picked us up, headed to Ceylan's waiting castle.

I ask the Kingsguard who picked me up what the hell is going on, such as calling me at this time before dinner, but the Kingsguard just says "no details have been given," and the situation seems not to be well heard.

Apparently, he just told me to pick him up.

... I feel a glare on the strong western sun before the day when I plug it out of the carriage window and when I close the blackout curtain, the engraving on the tip of the curtain sticks with the engraving at the end of the rail and the night light on the ceiling.

The carriage became brighter, but suddenly, it also remained shady in my mind because of my anxiety that I had received a superior call.

Covering yourself is a strange nervousness.

This call does not seem like a reprimand because it stood around well in the military arena - but it is also true that you cannot be alarmed more than you are not familiar with Seylan.

You'll have to take into account that you were able to stand around well as a result, but that you can be blamed for being inadvertent, and that you will be reprimanded for being disrespectful that you are not aware of. So it's hard to think about calling me on purpose... but I can think about it while also bearing in mind that it's not a very good situation.

... the sun had already set when we arrived at the castle of Narvarondo.

Due to the presence of Seylan, or in the castle, strict vigilance is laid, and the corridor leading to the Seylan room is consolidated with many Kingsguards.

Luggage was inspected before the interview, and anything that naturally becomes a weapon is kept temporarily.

Noah and Kazi wait in a separate room.

Join the Kingsguard who came to call, to Seylan's room.

The hallway, despite the night, is much brighter, yet as if the fluorescent lights of the man's world were on.

Probably increasing the amount of light for security.

All the Kingsguards placed in the aisle are armed without exception.

It always seemed to keep me tingly nervous.

Eventually we arrive in front of Seylan's room.

When Kingsguard reports his arrival, he returns a short "let him in" from inside.

Thank the Kingsguard for being polite with questions, etc., and go inside the room.

There is only one person who enters the room as a matter of course. From here, the Kingsguard was never accompanied, and strangely, there was no sign of an escort indoors either.

There is only one Sairan in a luxurious room lined with expensive conditioning.

He was now dressed in a white outfit and had a different style than he had when he was in the military council.

Hands and arms cannot be seen hidden in long, wide cuffs.

Though there are swords nearby that remind me of the "Chinese Sword" of the man's world.

Relax by spreading your golden, expensive textile knee.

However, the black veil (veil) is not removed, and its face is not known.

He sat on a bed with a canopy, unresponsive to the doll.

As soon as he enters the room, he gives a bow of grace and pokes his knee in front of Seylan.

And

"- Arcs Laceft, Your Highness has summoned you."

Immediately after the oral statement, the tension that originally existed is further increased.

The reason for this is because of the prestige that Seylan has gained in clarity.

That's the same cold majesty as when you look at it or when you're in a military conference. I even fall into the illusion of being thrown out in the middle of the icy, like I'm too frozen.

Snowstorms come directly from the front.

It's as if he's also a winter mountain demon right in front of him.

My body stifles with a faint chill and tremors sneak up on my hands and feet.

In the meantime, Seylan finally spoke up.

"Arcs."

"... Ha!

"Well, can you be afraid of the rest?

"This country, no, there is no one on this continent who is not afraid of His Highness."

With that said, did Seylan get in a better mood or leak a faint laugh from behind the veil (veil).

"Okay, let's loosen it up a bit - now we can stop the tremor"

"Ha. I appreciate your concern."

"Uhm."

When the intimidation is lifted, the body's cold disappears as if it were all illusions.

It's like being a character in a comic book or novel, such as being able to switch things of this kind with one will, but in fact there are many people in this world who can do it.

All I care about is how the hell we all control this.

Maybe I should ask Crave next time around...... and when I was thinking, Ceylan opened his mouth.

"Easy. Yeah, well, you can sit in that chair. Let's move on to the rest."

Saylan says so, indicating a corner of the room.

There was a marble table polished like a mirror and a solo couch that seemed to sit comfortably for a long time.

"But"

"Fine. There's only two of us left here. There is no one to blame for the disrespect of this place, and there is no indiscretion in hiding."

"But what the hell does it mean to not have one of the escorts"

"That's because we both wanted to talk about it. Would it be unnecessary for anyone else to be present? Or do you think it would do you any more harm?

"No, there is no annihilation."

The same goes for not intending to, but the most important reason you can't do that would be a power difference.

If on this occasion, even if this one could move first, all I could think of was a future in which my neck would be cut in an instant by the sword at my waist.

Take Sairan's word and go where he was directed.

On the table, a set of tea was provided.

Some include containers that keep dried tea leaves and water in them, gold pots that discard water, sushi, hot water drinking tea bowls, and glass water spills.

The fun was still a design reminiscent of the Chinese style, it seemed to have been warmed up beforehand and had plush.

Seylan, who sat down first, lifts a tea bowl to the lid to show a bare gesture of shaking it unconstructively.

Isn't it a move according to manners? I heard ease of movement and a faint laugh.

Does that mean you can brew me?

"This is..."

"Phoenix. It's a first-class item from the Bailyamban."

Even if they say so, it doesn't pin.

I rely on a hint of aroma from the hot air to guess what kind of tea it is.

Filling the nasal cavity smells like Chinese tea in the man's world.

"... oolong tea?

…… That's good knowledge. Do Eastern teas have an understanding? "

"Yes, no... by chance"

"Heh heh, yeah"

Seylan seemed better off by mentioning the type of tea. Clearly delightful colors intersect with laughter.

I'm surprised there's oolong tea here, too. No, it's not strange that there's tea at some point......

Is that tea now?

Even if I look at Seylan, he probably wants to see how he makes tea because he doesn't answer anything.

Well, did the guy know how to make oolong tea or something?

With that in mind, observe carefully on the table.

Tea utensils are already warmed, and the contents of the pot are kept boiling by engraving.

I won't put anything useless down, so I'll probably have to use all the stuff I keep.

(... I do remember reading that Chinese tea is something that needs to be washed)

I'm trying to get that information out of my memory of my experience.

Warm the sushi with hot water and discard the hot water.

Throw in tea leaves and hot water in a sudden dough and discard the hot water in a glass water drain.

Wait a few dozen seconds to put hot water in the sudden again and serve tea.

Transfer the tea to a glass water drain.

Although the method of brewing tea is very different from that learned from Noah, I finally poured tea into the water after such a process.

"Go ahead."

When offered a truly hot drink, Seylan gently lifts the end of the veil and mouths.

"The scent stands but... Fair enough"

"Ha. Sorry"

"You can also refine the way you brew tea in the future."

Reply to Ceylan and bow your head.

As I was thinking what a strange ritual this was again, Ceylan opened his mouth to see if I'd finally get to the point.

"Arcs. Earlier statements at the military conference, were brilliant. Let's just say the Crusaders' policy was set to be a triumph."

"Praise and gratitude. I'm terrified."

"Mm-hmm. That's the second time you've been helped by the rest of this... no, more? Hehe."

Ceylan says that and laughs like a joke.

"And write down and submit details later on the measure of creating the rest of the fake things you said in today's military debate. I have to pack it in detail to hire it, but I think it was generally useful as a measure. It was worth a try, whether you could catch it or not"

"Really?

"Oh. Even though that measure wasn't a bad idea. Had it had the status and track record, I would have hired the rest without hesitation. But in front of the people, we can't take unproven measures and scorn them. You know that, right?

Indeed, we have created an opportunity for a policy shift, and we have also adopted measures, which, then, place too much emphasis on ourselves.

In that case, it may be taken by the monarchs whom Ceylan will bequeath.

This time, I guess it means I chose someone who wasn't dissatisfied.

"You can just say that to Your Highness, it's enough for me"

"Mm-hmm. I didn't think I'd say enough to adopt the rest. I had to say that I was underestimating what was left to be done."

That's what Ceylan says, and, uh, he exhales his tea-scented breath slightly upward.

This time, that is, it equals that Seylan has crushed one option.

Not only have we been unable to adopt measures, but the other marquises have also been unable to adopt similar measures. From Seylan's point of view, it may seem like a breeze that mundane play led to failure.

I hang my head over an apology that doesn't include words of apology.

It's quite enough for a superior like Prince Wang to say so far in this world. It would be like showing the utmost gratitude.

"And Count Bow will be annoying, but I'm going to leave that one for the rest. There's a use for that one."

"Ha"

"... Some people in the military council just said silly things, but they are just as thoughtless and come to similar thoughts as the Count. With someone like that, it's easy to explain without denigrating many."

"I'm sorry for Count Bowe."

"It's inexplicable. I can't think enough of that because I keep my eyes full of merit. Thanks to you, we were able to wrap up the discussion well."

That's what Ceylan says.

"- You missed the point. First of all, I would like to commend you for your work so far. Wisdom that saved the rest from misery. And so are the measures I put in place earlier. Especially since the magic gauge you made is great. My heart was never as high as the day it arrived."

"I am delighted to have helped the kingdom and His Royal Highness the King in a slight way"

"It's a rare thing in the kingdom."

"I and others are still small. There is no such thing as extinction."

"You don't have to suck, do you? That's how much credit I got at that age. I'm proud to have a people like you."

Seylan arranges words of praise in that way, one after the other.

It is a pleasure to receive such praise from the superior......

"What's up? Tighten your chest. Can I just say that I'm a masterpiece with nothing in line for my country? That's all I did."

Tickle.

It's too ticklish.

Praise or not, this is too praiseworthy.

This also makes me feel like I'm trying to keep this one on track.

Complimenting and making them feel better, getting in and making it easier for them to hear what they have to say is a worldly way to stay. It seems to me that a warlord named Hideyoshi Toyotomi, when he comes out to create, was often portrayed in this way, but somewhere I feel something similar to this.

If you can tell what kind of expression you're wearing, it will be judgment material, but Seylan can't peek at her complexion because she's wearing a veil.

That's why

"Play..."

I gave it back to myself so I was full of it.

Seylan rises out of his chair and approaches.

"Arcs. I like the rest of it. No one is as talented as that. I want the rest of them to be active."

"Many thanks for your words. As a member of the royal family, I am delighted."

"You think?"

"Ha"

"I want to draw on the rest in the future. I still want to be born again."

When Ceylan stands beside him, he puts his hand on his shoulder.

And without putting it between us,

- Yes, but if you follow the rest, yes.

That's what I'm adding, and I'm bringing my face closer to my ear to the lid.

And whispering quietly is.

"Arcs. Be the rest of the dog. To the rest of the loyal dogs."

…………

I can't hide my surprise in the sweet words that have been blown in my ears.

I didn't know you were buying me enough to say this.

But it is. Still, don't you say "dog" a lot? That means nothing more than erasing your self-esteem and telling you to just be there to run for food.

If you do jump on this, you will be born as you wish. Seylan is a man who will eventually be at the top of the kingdom. When it comes to being drawn to such a human being, part of his purpose is undoubtedly accomplished.

But I doubt it.

Is it really a good thing to be born in such a way that you despise yourself?

"What do you say? Not a bad story, is it? Either way, the rest of the orders are absolute. Just listen to the rest of what I have to say, and everything stays that way. Can you sing the spring of my world? There's got to be no getting lost."

"... I'm afraid I don't deserve a minute"

"I don't think so but I don't think so. That's the only talent I can admit. Sooner or later, the world will know about it."

"Ha..."

"Then snort. Be the rest of the dog."

Seylan's coming up with a choice.

Both myself and Seylan live in aristocratic society. I guess these rushes are also common.

But I don't feel any different.

Seylan feels so far away from the impression he's had.

It seems to me that Seylan has always been concerned with rigour, both in the context of greetings and in the context of military discussions.

Always maintain balance and strive for openness and justice.

Think of such a human being as trying to get others on track with sweet words and on his side?

If I get the first impression right, yes.

Trying to make others work more rigorously than soaking them in sweet honey?

If this idea is correct, something manipulative should be here.

With a slightly sweet aftertaste of exhalation, you can never say what you want.

"Your Highness, in fear, I ask you to forgive me for speaking"

"What?

"What the hell is His Highness thinking? With all due respect, I'd like you to know what you really mean."

Wishing so, the tone of Seylan's voice drops a step.

"... so you think so?

"From what I've seen His Highness behave, I can't deny how unnatural it is. If so, Your Highness is so foolish to come to this conversation with a different idea."

…………

If this prediction is wrong, I will take my anger.

But I really don't think this is what Seylan meant.

More tension than when you enter the room binds your body, sweating a muscle, passing down your neck muscles.

Ceylan still doesn't answer the question.

In my grunting head.

Thoughts become dull.

Guru, guru.

"Kuku... Kuku..."

In that way, just waiting for words.

Seylan laughed at the lid.

The laughter gradually turns to a high sound as if it had made me feel better somewhere.

And

"Fuck, no, you were right. I tried the rest."

Hear the words and relieve greatly.

Even if you put up with the sigging exhale, you lose your strength from your body because of the release of extreme tension.

In short, I guess that means Seylan measured himself in an earlier question about who he is.

But people are bad.

Seeing Ceylan think so, Ceylan exhaled as well.

Such a bare gesture was as if Seylan was also nervous.

Maybe it was the same thing with Ceylan that appeased him?

Ceylan turned his back and as he returned to the chair,

"I still don't want to imitate people like I try, but I also have to. Because the heart of others is invisible."

When I say that,

"But I'm relieved. After all, it was the rest of us who thought it was."

"I know what your Highness expected, and more importantly,"

But as I thought, what.

Again, in that mouthful, it would mean that he had originally bought it for me.

I have very little contact with Ceylan, so it's a lot strange around here.

"But it's a strange thing. When the rest of them spoke, they were all very impressed, but they didn't even waver. Besides, the more I praised it, the more I thought there was something behind it"

"Excuse me for trying to explore in His Highness's belly, I'd like you to forgive me"

"No, I don't have to be. Running to greed and unconditionally believing in the stranger is foolish."

Saylan says so, asking abruptly.

"-Arks. Do you know what that is?

Such a meaningful inquiry.