Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Since the completion of the school's research facilities, Leticiel's school life has become even more fulfilling.

The daily activity cycle has not changed, but it is fun because the afternoon research has allowed us to read new books and materials.

"This... isn't quite old literature? That's well preserved..."

"We have some of these year-old materials at home, but this has been reinforced in recent years,"

Currently, Leticiel was talking to Tuvalu in the hall of the research facility. There are several bunches of old parchment in her hand.

These are among the materials on magic, which were kept in the Viscount of Verenz's house, Tuvalu. As promised, Tuvalu was showing Leticiel the research materials he had at his parents' house, one by one, to the research facility.

"From what I read about this, it sounds like magic has been around for about 750 years. It's 700 years old in general history."

"Right. But there's no mention of why it was born."

Many of the materials Tuvalu brings were not detailed about witchcraft, but they also bring different knowledge than the books in the Great Library.

For this reason Leticiel always reads first when he brings the material, without any research relationship either.

"Is this research material on sorcery?

"Yeah. It's just an unfinished study, so there's all kinds of uncertainties."

While listening to Tuvalu's explanation, Leticiel reads the contents by unwrapping the scroll wrapped in strings with a circle.

"... Devil Source Converter?

"Ah, that's a magic guide that supposedly existed a long time ago. I haven't been able to figure out how it works at all because I don't have the actual product."

"Heh... you didn't even show up in the history books, this"

"It never seemed to get out of the world or spread, so there was very little material left"

"Really? But I'm a little curious, what the hell does this tool do..."

The lab door was knocked so as to block the words.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the time was still in class. I wonder who the hell it is, and Leticiel and Tubal look at each other.

"I'm just gonna take a look."

"Please"

Tuvalu rises and heads for the door. And I thought I'd opened the door, and I lowered my voice like I was so surprised.

"Dean, what's wrong?

"Hey, Drossel, can I help you?

"Yeah, there you are. Please come in."

Apparently, the visitor is Lucas.

Lucas enters the hall with Stasta through the door Tuvalu opened. There was another old man following behind him, and Leticiel leaned his neck strangely.

"Hey, how you doing?

"Thanks to you, I enjoy doing it. How did the dean get here?

"This is the Duke of Blois. I came to see you, so I showed you around."

When Lucas said so, an old man standing behind him bowed in a polite manner.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Drossel. My name is Williams-Zilba-Blois and I am the Secretary of the Ministry of Magic. Thank you very much."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Williams. My name is Drossel-Noah Filialeggis."

Williams and Leticiel introduced themselves and Lucas opened his mouth watching as Leticiel was guiding Williams to the couch.

"Well, I'll get back to work."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Lucas."

"No. Okay."

Leaving Williams a greeting, Lucas left. Dropping that back off, Leticiel sits on the couch and turns back to Williams.

"What can I do for you today?

"Um, I came to ask Miss Drossel for something."

"What is it?

"I would like to give a lecture on the procedure at the Ministry of Magic, will you give me that lecturer? I also keep a parent book from His Majesty."

That's what I said. Williams took the beautifully wrapped paper out of his nostalgia and gave it to Leticiel.

When I untied the strings and read the contents, a text was written in Oswald's letter to the effect that I wanted the elite subjects of the Ministry of Magic to open a lecture, but not teach them about magic in the distance.

(I see. Then you should just lay low and teach me about magic.)

Rounding up Oswald's parent book as usual, Leticiel turns his mind around and asks Williams a question.

"Your Majesty says he wants to lecture an elite target in the Ministry of Magic, but how many will it be?

"Hmm, about thirty people, right? They're all talented, and they have the best magic skills."

"Really?"

"We mainly study advanced and extreme magic, but we are still stuck in generalizations due to issues such as surgical scale and conversion efficiency, and consuming magic power, so we would like to have a lecture on the area as well. Can you teach me?

Hearing the kind of words Williams explored, Leticiel thought it was funny on the inside. In his confident tone, he was interested to see how much knowledge the Ministry of Magic, which deals with top-level magic research in the Kingdom of Platinum, possesses.

"Absolutely."

……

"The surgical scale and consumption of magic are not strictly proportional. The scale of the surgical formula increases if there are more variables and control objects, and the magic power consumed increases fundamentals, but generalization is possible if the constructions of variables and character formulas within the surgical formula are reassembled and optimized. Advanced magic, for example, doesn't suit the size of the procedure and has low-cost magic."

"... Hmm, was there such magic?

"Yeah, magic consumption doesn't depend on the scale of the procedure, it depends on the number and relationship of controlled objects to be encapsulated in that procedure. I'd like to talk to you about that during the lecture."

"Ho... that's as reliable as you can count on"

Listening to Leticiel, Williams smiled with a curious look at her.

"Which way do you intend to open the lecture?

The King should not yet want the students and teachers of the school to know much about the surgical research itself.

If you're going to give a lecture in school, it will inevitably take place in this institute, but as a reticel who wants to do research quietly, it doesn't feel very good to have dozens of people here.

"It will also annoy you to push dozens of people into the school, I intend to do it in the Ministry of Magic. With His Majesty's intention, I'd like to take a moment to lecture you separately on your visit to the Ministry of Magic at the school in a week's time."

A tour of the Ministry of Magic is an event in which, as its name suggests, elementary students go on a tour of the Ministry. Speaking of which, you said Mirandaletto was close to such an event at noon today, Leticiel blurred.

"Okay. Then I'll give you a class then."

"No wonder."

Then he checked about the detailed appointments and Williams got up off the couch. They'll let us know again through Lucas about the specific appointments.

(Well, look forward to a week later)

In a quiet hall, Leticiel began to give his thoughts to the lecture a week later as soon as possible.

Tuvalu, not sure why, gave a strange look to Leticiel, who smiled joyfully.

Royal Castle Viatris Castle still had many bureaucrats and military personnel coming and going today.

In the meantime, he was discussing with Oswald and Sirius in the paid king's office, and then with a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant.

Oswald is releasing secret detectives everywhere to learn about the situation in the country, etc., and is in the process of receiving reports from one of them.

"In that case, the borders are becoming quite unstable due to crop failure and the influence of other countries."

"Yes, that's why the aristocratic realm on the periphery is starting to show a much more pressing picture. The movement of the inhabitants, such as the Marquis of Aceretta and the Duke of Filialeggis, is getting a little noisy."

"Right. Sirius, where's the map of the whole kingdom?"

"This way, sir."

Receiving a map from Sirius, Oswald marks the territory that comes up to report a secret detective. To investigate carefully later, of course.

"I feel anxiety is spreading in the area over the matter of the missing platoon. And some people seem to raise their voices of dissatisfaction about paying taxes..."

"You still don't know where the platoon is."

"Yes, we are doing everything in our power to gather information..."

A month has passed since the mass disappearance of the 11th Platoon, but no prominent clues have yet been obtained.

"Right...... Do not suffer any more people gasping for inaction when it comes to taxes. Sirius, tell the territory to work on a tax moratorium and a temporary tax cut."

"Yes, I did."

Oswald took a small breath and offered to Sirius.

"Then, Your Majesty. There's one more thing I'd like to report…"

"What?"

There's been another clash in the city of Yold.

"Right...... There's a lot of collisions in that city."

Nowhere is the city calm near the border close to the Ealis and Lapis empires, not just the Jords. As Oswald put his hand on his chin and contemplated it, unexpected information was brought out of the secret detective.

"About that, according to information from other undercover detectives, people like emerging religious groups are seen from time to time in the city of Yold,"

"What?

Oswald's gaze is getting steeper, and Sirius, standing next to him, is also alert and frowning.

"What kind of people?

"It seems to be a fairly secrecy population, and details such as the extent of the size and the reality of the organization are still unknown. Little did the locals or the inhabitants know the reality of it, but they seem to have been in peripheral areas of the country in recent years, preaching their teachings and walking around areas and villages where the poor gather."

"Hmm..."

It comes as no surprise that these monstrous groups will emerge during periods of continuing natural disasters and disturbances. But in the last few years, there have been so many difficult cases near the border. There must be some neighboring country moving. That's what Oswald intuited.

"That's the last three months of reporting."

"Thank you for your hard work. Keep gathering information."

"Yes, sir."

He bowed respectfully and the secret detective quietly withdrew without making a sound.

In the office where the secret detective is gone, Oswald turns his mind around about an earlier report.

"Your Majesty, does that emerging group have anything to do with the recent disturbances?"

"I don't know. But it won't be a sudden prolongation..."

Oswald sinks deeply into the chair as he answers Sirius' question. There is still too much uncertain information to say.

Exhale and try to get a piece of proper paperwork from the top of the desk. There was written the title "Lucrezia School Summer Interim Report”. Seeing that title, Oswald stopped moving just a little bit.

Sirius.

"Why not?"

Speaking of which, how's Miss Drossel holding up now?

The talent of the Lucrezia School brings to mind, and Oswald throws a question to Sirius.

"According to Lord Lucas's regular report, it seems to be spent connected. The lecture was also accepted in the form of a trip to the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, that's a relief."

Instead of giving lectures at school, there's a reason to make them at the Ministry of Magic. Oswald asked Drossel to study magic, but he just started it, so it's still a top secret.

The elites of the Ministry of Magic are boarding an example research facility that deals with such top-secret projects, and in case they learn something about witchcraft and start a strange plan.

"Surely the date is a day for school students to visit the Ministry of Magic, isn't it?

"Yes, it's due in a week"

"Keep the Ministry of Magic's security up for the day. Just in case."

"Yes, sir."

Sirius walked out of the office in a courtesy to arrange security. In the king's office, where he was alone, Oswald resumed his work to judge the documents loaded on his desk again.