Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the S

The Night Book "Toyota" went down. A quiet moment of darkness dominates this world.

(12) The Fukuru raised their voices suspiciously, and the full moon illuminated this dark world. This evening was a beautiful full moon night with no clouds.

Such a moonlight source, one man gracefully advances his steps.

I understood the outfit I was wearing to be an aristocratic outfit just at first glance. He wears a black suit and lowers a bag made of fine skin on his right hand.

Short brown hair. She scratches up the forehead beautifully and shapes it.

I have the impression that the appearance is how a man can do his job.

"Excuse me."

I salute you and then go through the gate. Try to follow after the maid, and the man moves forward slowly as he is. The tricky shoe sounds echo through this quiet space.

"I'll be here"

"Thank you"

And guided by the study. When I knocked about three times with Concon, I heard a sinister man coming from the indoors.

"I don't mind coming in"

"Excuse me."

Once again, I salute him, and then he goes indoors. That space says study, but there was really a book laying on all the walls.

Even at first glance, it's understandable that the master of this room likes to collect books.

"Well. I want you to call me"

"Excuse me."

When the man smiled lusciously, he lowered his back to the couch on the spot and then placed his bag on the ground.

And the man in front of him, Bruno-Bradley, also sits face to face.

Pinch the long desk, the two facing each other.

"I'm sorry for being so late at night."

"No. As far as I'm concerned, I appreciate this time."

"Really?

"Yep. Because activities are easier at night."

"I see."

Looking at the clock on the wall, the current time is 2: 40. It's exactly the time we should describe as late at night, as the two of us have mentioned.

Why are those two in a secret meeting late at night?

That's for a reason......

"Now, as you requested, may I proceed? Lady Bruno-Bradley, head of the Bradley family"

"Ah."

"I see. Now sign this pledge."

What a man takes out of his bag is a piece of paperwork.

There is a description of the contract, with a field to be filled in at the bottom and a place to press the mark.

"... ok"

I only conceive for a few seconds, but Bruno writes his autograph with the fountain pen he has. Plus from here, there's something for both of us to do.

─ ─ Cinvoleo, the contract.

That's the name of a contract by witchcraft. Leaving each other's blood as a sign of the covenant, absolute compliance

magically activates the potency of the Conclude a contract using PrimaMateria, the primary material of individuals mixed in blood.

Normally, I don't make contracts like this. Even if they had accepted each other's contract contents, the contract "Cinvoleo" was too strong.

This contract was originally illegal and even used during slavery. Even so, slavery is now abolished.

"Okay, blood."

"... ah"

Bruno takes out a short knife that he is nostalgic for. When the sheath is placed on the desk, the short knife's body appears brilliant. Reflecting as if it were a mirror surface, it has a definite slashing flavour.

And he gently ripped his thumb without hesitation.

Potato, potato potato potato and the blood flowing out of it will disappear as if it were absorbed into that paper. Afterwards, it is the red crest that appears on that document.

Then excuse me, too.

When the man says that again, he drips blood by gently tearing his right thumb with a knife.

Moment after moment, when the paperwork emitted slightly… Here, the contract Cinvoleo was exchanged.

"The contract has been completed. Then I will execute the request."

"... Regards"

Bruno with his head down.

He is one of the three lords of nobility. Even if you can bow your head, you rarely do so yourself.

That, in the first place, his pride will not forgive. But now I don't have any strays, I just bow my head.

And the young man smiles with a nickel.

That is by no means like ridicule. With a good-looking smile on his face, he said:

"Your son Rebecca's case will go according to plan."

"Oh. I've already passed it on to my daughter, and to the nobles around me"

"... This is a concern as an individual, was it good?

"This is the only way I had the means..."

Bruno with a distressed look on his face. He grips his fist, and the anger without a place to go appears in him, but he can do it with a good grip. I can't help it now.

That's nothing else, because Bruno himself understands.

"Well, excuse me [me/me]... and oops. I'm sorry."

"No, I don't mind. I understand your situation."

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Ah."

When he gets up, the man carefully puts the paperwork in his bag. And when I get up softly, I give a thank you and leave only one last word.

"I will work at my discretion. Again, I hope you understand. And understand your daughter."

"... I can't change my belly on my back"

"I like it if you understand."

Smiling again Nicole, the man walks out of this Bradley family mansion alone when he stops the maid from dropping him off.

With a glossy smile, the will starts to move forward in a silly "wow" way...

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"Are you back? How'd it go?

"We're working on the Bradley family."

"So is that true?

"Yep."

When he unties the suit tie, the man clutteringly chairs it and then takes off his jacket. After I'm in a rough state, I sit in front of another man in front of me.

There was already wine on the desk, and the man drank it up without any say.

"When's Rebecca-Bradley's engagement announcement?

"Tomorrow."

"I see."

The man in front of you. It is musculoskeletal and has faded black hair and pruned deep.

A body big enough to be overwhelmed by its body just at first glance. He also keeps drinking his own wine.

"But is it true?

"There's no doubt about it. Rebecca-Bradley can be a vessel because of the signs at the Magics Chevalier."

"It's hard to believe..."

"Trust me on all this. And I won't let you lose it."

"I don't like you, but I only believe in merit. Let me make some money at best."

"Do so"

A big man with a bad grin about niggas and people.

He stares lightly at that and drinks more wine.

Alcohol-specific sensation.

He gets drunk somewhere with the heat going through his throat. Originally, it is strong in alcohol. So much so that I never get drunk.

But he liked it. Because alcohol is all you need to drink and you can get drunk on the atmosphere.

"But the problem would be the intervention of other magicians."

"... can't you turn your hands on eugenics?

"The eugenic institution Eusenics is not a single rock either. There's always factional strife over there, fighting over a tiny chair. This job of mine is part of it. If I can control this, if I can truly hold that Rebecca-Bradley in my hands, my goal will be achieved."

"I see... So, is the calculation on?

"Of course. There's nothing wrong with my job. But there's a problem."

"What?"

He had stuck it in his chest pocket, sprinkling a small folded piece of paper messily on his desk. What you have there is the profile of the three mages.

"Scorching Mages, Fantasy Mages, and Ice Sword Mages. This job will probably be relative to these three."

"Ho... the Seven Mages? This is a big one. It's famous to have scorching heat and illusions at Arnold School of Magic, but isn't the Ice Sword retired?

With his eyes that do not dwell on the light, he keeps talking, trying to stare into the void.

"Rumor has it that the Ice Sword has been taken over"

"Are they taking over? Are the Seven Mages a hereditary system?

"No. The Seven Great Sorcerers are also the peculiarities of the Sorcerers promoted from their only sorcery. Impossible to assault. Even if it's a child, there's no real example."

"I mean, what do you mean?

"Exceptions have been made, you should think. But we don't have that exact information either."

"Is that information regulation?

"Perhaps the Kingdom's intelligence services... are doing something deliberately. It's quite hands-on."

"Ho... you're getting motivated by Russia. So, can I kill you?

"If you can kill me, kill me. My goal is Rebecca-Bradley. But the Seven Mages have [essence] in addition to [attribution]."

"Attribute or essence?

The big man gives a pocan look. Look at that, he just tells me to do it. He explains.

"The names of the seven great magicians are only [Attributes]. In other words, symbols. I'm just abstracting what leaked from that [essence] and anchoring it as a name. If you're relative, you don't just get distracted by that name. Magics Chevalier has defeated Grimreaper."

"Is that Grimreaper?

"Yep. Be especially careful with [scorching] and [ice swords] that specialize in combat"

"Even the Seven Mages are the top two... Oh, I'm killing them fast..."

"[Ice Sword] is particularly dangerous. You know how it works in the Far East, right?

"Oh, it's a famous story. [Ice Sword] can change a massive phase by itself. I know the best magician in the world, don't I?

"But contemporary [ice swords] outweigh Lydia-Ainesworth?"

"Ah? Is that serious?

"It's only about rumours though. But I'm sure you won't be alarmed."

"Ha-ha-ha! Nice! That's great, the Seven Sorcerers! Oh... come on, we're killing each other... ugh!

The big man gets so excited, he breaks it by trying to crush the glass he has.

Parallax and the wreckage of a glass that falls zero on the spot.

Normally, there should be blood dripping out of a man's hand like that... but that didn't happen.

The big man's hand is intact. And wave gently, paying for the wreckage.

At the same time, the skinny man told him this.

"- Come on, it's the beginning of a battle."

Thoughts begin to accelerate.