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

There was a room with a military facility… no, it was more than a small room.

The interior is large enough for dozens of humans to gather at once.

High ceilings are supported by a number of thick columns.

Two large fireplaces are installed in the back.

The four corners of the room are fitted with metal installations with engravings to maintain the temperature of the room.

From the ceiling hang a chandelier made of plenty of brilliant glass imported from the kingdom.

From the wall a sculpture pokes its head out imitating the monster told in the Chronicle.

The dripping banner is black, and the tapestry is all black.

The center back is about three steps tall and the throne is placed.

Behind it, an army flag depicting a three-necked snake whose eyes glowed demonically in purple is erected across.

- Northern Union Darnenese territory, the centre of the composite fortress city of Eldain, between the thrones.

There was now a woman and a man here.

If you are one or a woman, sit down on the throne and stick your cheek cane in the hitch.

One or the man, under the steps, stands with the materials.

That attitude and standing alone will tell the relationship between the two of us.

If you are a woman, Mayfa Darnenes is the Lord of the Eldain Fortress here and called [Iron (Candle) Rose] from home and abroad.

In the years, the lingering face of the idleness that has just turned twenty.

The hair is stretched down to the shoulder with a dark blonde that ripples.

Are the purple eyes glowing amethysts, or the eyes of the three-headed serpent behind them?

White skin, fine enough to deceive even fresh snow, unrelated to sunburn, is enveloped in black gathered gloves and black dresses.

Now he kept his eyelids perfectly closed as if he were asleep, keeping quiet on the throne so that he could think of something.

The man against her is one of her men, the one who compiles the information.

It is responsible for gathering all information, both domestically and abroad.

It seems to be slightly thin in the stomach, and the face is brushed with inert mustaches, carefree, and the lower eyelids are thin and dark because of fatigue.

I'm not motivated by some places, so much so that if I don't have hegemony, I'm going to be kicked out.

While I waited for Mayfa's words, I was still scratching my head to my liking, and the dandruff spilled apart.

"- Hmm, you failed in the end."

It was Mayfa, the woman sitting on the throne, who uttered such a hard word.

When a beauty with her husky arrives, the man of her subordinates answers as he turns the dossier in such a way.

"Yeah, that's right. King Rhinol's Prince Saylan Crocellulode realized the plot when he was captured by a net prepared by Polk Nadar and entered Rustinel territory to form a crusader as it was. After that......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... We collided on the Mildoor Plains with the raised Nadar army and won the battle..."

"Hmm."

"Well what a well done story. How lucky Ceylan is, whether some unknown force is working, or whether that victory is a pre-prepared one.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. I'd like to give you a compliment for being able to roll back from that situation."

When his men laugh naggingly, Mayfa exhales in an open breath, as she did when she was told the same story many times.

"Well, I guess I settled in a place where the natural result..."

"So Master Mayfa was expecting this result?

"Right. It was unexpected that I noticed the plot beforehand and turned back, but there is no way that those who can only imitate the little cunning things of sidelining, embezzlement, etc. can take the initiative and defeat Clocellulode. Otherwise, neither Richardio nor Barbaros would be so stuck in the kingdom's offense"

"Even if a lion is lost in a flock of pigs?

"Except for the story if all the soldiers I'm leading belong to the Empire, but most of them would be Nadal soldiers. Then you can't use your powers to the fullest, whether you have the command of a lion. Pigs are pigs. You can't beat a dragon without a lion."

"I see. No, they took one of these."

And so on. A man of lying men. Mayfa turns a cold glance at such a man.

"Is that all? So I don't think you had to take any particular time?

When she says so, the man under her subordinates lurks a flimsy attitude,

"No, not yet. Apart from this, I just need a little information in my ear."

"You still got something?

"Rather, this is the real deal. It seems that some magic was used in the collision of the plains."

"You know what? Magic. Magic would be the master of the kingdom. It's not particularly surprising."

"Anything easily breaks through its magic, the empire's sharpest anti-sexuality magic, and sweeps every cavalry of the Magic Master Squad."

"You say that's amazing?

"As far as the secret detectives I've seen, they were just awesome harsh magic, weren't they? You know, shooting out the rubble of magic, and people and horses filled holes in every armor."

"As far as I can hear, it's a possible magic"

Mayfa breaks off as commonplace, but his men shake their necks sideways.

"That's what the secret detective said, if such horrible magic were used on a troop scale, soldiers would be destroyed immediately or something. It appears that in a very short time, the Magic Team has been exterminated."

……

My men try to convey as much of the threat as they can.

But Mayfa can't tell me how awesome it is.

The criterion of magical power is how flashy and massive it becomes the material of judgment.

As far as I can tell, it's not impossible if it's powerful magic.

That's about it, even the Northern Union wizards have all the people they can use.

I don't know how much defensive magic a new type of defensive magic can be, so I can't break it.

If you are a kingdom with a national demon mentor, you also take it for granted that you can use that degree of magic as well.

Therefore, we cannot grasp the identity of this sense of crisis.

On the other hand, did the man under his command perceive such a Mayfa perplexity?

"There's no smudge. I'm bringing the magician who was lurking on Nadar's side."

That's what my man says, he sends out a call outside the room.

Eventually a magician comes in between the thrones.

When the magician arrived at his men, he pounded his knees towards Mayfa and bowed his head deeply.

"Do, magician. What kind of magic was used in warfare?

"Ha! That offensive magic was about constantly shooting out black debris about fist large. Horrible is its speed and piercing power, piercing the defensive magic that even [Flash Spear (Flame Rune)], the kingdom's main magic, couldn't penetrate, and every demon mentor behind it was full of holes - no, I smashed it to death."

"Hmm, the anti-resistant magic over [Flash Spear (Flamloon)]? Then it is certainly a threat"

Is Mayfa's reference to anti-sexual magic or to the magic that pierces it? Or both.

[Flash Spear (Flamloon)] is the main magic of the kingdom. In the battlefield, the kingdom's wizards use it uniformly, so if there is a defensive magic that can defend this, it will prevail in the battle against the kingdom.

However, the content of this story is that there is magic that further overshadows the result that it could not be pierced with [Flash Spear (Flame Rune)].

Mayfa moves her eyebrows slightly the same color as her hair color to show more interest in the story than earlier.

"If you say it with a high degree of power, the magic of a national magician should be stronger. Still, I can't help but be afraid. So the other parts were phenomenal, huh?

"Ha. You're right. I don't know the details, but it didn't seem like I used that much magic. Perhaps even the magical power of a common wizard is sufficient."

"... did you hear that magic spell? Or is it possible to reproduce?

"I'm sorry. We couldn't hear the spell and we couldn't even reproduce that black magic rubble"

"... right"

Mayfa moves the end of the line of sight from the Wizard to his men.

"That could also be used on a troop scale. So when you're more powerful than the Flash Spear, it's a threat."

"Yeah, we've recently revamped our anti-sexuality magic, and that's against the Kingdom's [Flash Spear (Flame Rune)] and the Empire's [Fireman's Run (Flam Rafter)], so when it comes to surpassing it even more..."

When his men say so, he sighs loudly full of fatigue.

When that happens, we must gather information in order to create new magic again.

I guess that's why you're so heavy on your head.

"You still think it's new magic?

"I presume it's probably some kind of secret technique. Other reports said the magic was only used by the person, and it's not officially adopted."

"Have you been able to identify those who used that magic?

"It doesn't even get there. His name is... uh, this is it. Arcs Laceft"

"Laceft... of that eastern Laceft family? Surely that must have been the nobleman under Clemelia's umbrella?

"Ha. Yes, but what is it? I'm a little unsure why I came to the Crusaders, but I don't think I made a mistake first, because it was silver hair and red eyes."

"Is this the main house? Or of that molten iron?

"According to research, there is a child of that age in the son of the main house. Age is...... what twelve"

When asked how old Arcs was, Mayfa moves her upper eyelids with surprise.

And he turned his gaze to the magician who was watching the magic so as to ask the truth and falsehood.

"Yes, definitely. He was so young, he looked even smaller than a child his age."

"You're young. Pre-age battles are common for noblemen and monarch children, but I've never heard of homemade magic that works."

"It's a terrible talent. Just..."

"Just?"

"I'm not sure what it is, but thank God this Arcs Laceft thing is obsolete from the main house, isn't it? I'm really not sure."

"... such a delicacy? Why the hell not?

"That's right, with magic falling short of Laceft's standards or something..."

"Such an idiot -"

"It sounds like there's a real story... I'm not sure at all"

"I want to hide as much information as possible until I'm an adult, but false information for...?

"That's what I thought, and I did a lot of research, but the more I looked into it, the more information I got that showed it to be true."

When his men say so, they show their willingness to surrender by raising their hands all the time already.

And one more thing, like I had something to tell you.

"And you noticed Nadal's uprising as soon as possible because this Arcs Laceft moved, right? At each lord's face-to-face meeting, Seylan himself said thank you for it, and seemed to keep it at hand all the time while he was on the battlefield in that stream"

That's just Mayfa, too. She looks flashy.

"What the hell is Laceft's main house doing... so to speak, my predecessor Laceft's owner was mediocre too"

"So there are stories of dissolved iron and obsolescence. Ma, because of the mediocrity around it, it would mean that I didn't see the essence. It's a common story for people who admire magic all the time."

That's what my man says, he looks back.

And I glanced at the pillar closest to the door.

"... hey, who?

A sharp temper, like a blade crossed, is directed to the back of the column.

Eventually, from there, one shadow appears.

It was a young man in a tulip hat who appeared sneaky from behind the pillars.

He holds his jacket together, carries a large, curved knife on his hips, and carries his back sac.

Eyes are as thin as yarn, so at first glance the uncertainty about what you're thinking fuels frigidity, such a man.

This one is no less than the man of Mayfa's men, and he looks naughty.

It was Gills, the man the Arcs met in a village on Rustinel territory.

Mayfa points her purple gaze at Gills.

"Gills."

"Mayfa Han every time. Not much more, huh?

"As always, you will appear everywhere."

"Yeah, I want you to give it back. And when I said," Get out of my way "..."

Gills doesn't mind drooling, but Mayfa on the other hand has no island to hang on to.

"Yota is fine."

"Scary wow. It looks like gold balls are shrinking."

Gills trembles with his shoulders and shows off his frightened tricks.

Mayfa's purple eyes glowed demonically at him as he began to ignore the place.

Plus right after Gills pulled his face and flew away like he was in a hurry.

"Wow!

The floor that was under Gills' feet turned black like oxidized iron.

The black hardened floor sounds crisp and slightly uplifting.

Yet it was as if it had frozen black.

Gills, on the other hand, dodged it with a single hair, said, looking down to peek into the hardened floor.

"Ha. This is what the Chronicle tells us, [Iron (Candle) Tied Eyes (Bukusha)] something. Oh, my goodness."

Is there no sense of crisis at all for Gills to stick a little bit with his toes so as to check the condition of the floor? I just roar in a way that I admire Mayfa's power.

Mayfa asked Gills like that.

"Gills, what the hell are you doing today?

"Nah, I didn't have anything in particular to do with it, but it's like I'm talking about you, Arcs, and even if you keep listening, and you lose your chance to leave,"

"I'm having trouble coming in here on my own."

To Gills' unsolicited entry, a man of his men scratches his head like he's in trouble.

Meanwhile, Mayfa narrowed her eyes.

"Do you know the man named Arcs Laceft?

"Well, I'll see you on my next trip."

"Hmm?"

When Mayfa voices her interest, Gills begins to stir up the eating mood.

"Oh? Do you care? I'm curious. That's not true. Arcs, you're funny."

"Just talk."

"Nah, don't even know Mayfa Han when she talks about the quality of the kingdom's magicians going up recently?

"Whatever. This time I let the Nadar side confuse me, also to make sure of it"

"I see. So?"

In response to Gills' question, Mayfa turns a blind eye to her men and asks them to answer.

"The fact is, they had an extraordinary improvement in the sophistication of the kingdom's magician units compared to before. I'm checking that out here."

"Let it be."

"So, how does that relate to Arcs Laceft?

"Well, he's the one who made the factors for improving his practice. It was a long way back."

"Whoa, whoa... where the hell did you get that story from?"

"I don't know. I've got my secret. It's more expensive than selling it.

"I want to hear more about that information. How much?"

"Zanenban, this is for sale."

"Hmm? That much, I think, would be quite profitable?

"Let it go. Saya, Wye and Arks, are you Shinyu? Wai can't believe his heart betrayed Shinyu in the snowmelting waters of the Cross Mountains."

"At the time we're talking about that, I think it's a lot of betrayal, huh?

"No way. Don't sell out who the factor is, do it okay"

…………

This man knows what it is.

While Mayfa thinks so, did Gills perceive Mayfa's such insides?

"What, I only came to teach you this today because I always ask you to do it. And then I got it on my own, diplomacy. Wye is about to have an exciting business meeting with you, Arcs."

Gills said so, jumping one, like rebacking his back sac.

He opened the door between the thrones and left, waving his hands flickering.

... Mayfa tells his men.

"Let the messenger have his victory celebrations and gifts on his way to the kingdom's Dictatorship, as planned"

Copy that, sir.

"The rest is fine then, diagnose the meeting with Sinr Crocellulod. Don't let the rest of the North impress you."

"I understand... what are we going to do with these bills?

"Come on, what do you want? That's troubling."

When Mayfa said so, she kept her head on her cheekstick and closed her eyes again, as if she had fallen asleep again.