Isekai Cheat Magician

A hot exhale is intermittently exhaled.

Each time, his little shoulder went up and down hard.

On the ground you stare at, the droplets drop when you're flabby.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

I wonder why the short spear you're replacing the wand is trembling in small pieces.

Speaking of which, would this short spear have been used as a cane?

When my knee is laughing because of the tremor, because of the tremor in my body, I don't realize.

Act Basbell finally gives his face up with his thoughts.

A neat, neutral face. Small, but its sharp gaze makes the word tough fit well.

Light brown hair cut in front of the shoulder is sticking to the forehead and cheeks with sweat.

The characteristics referring to a person named Acts are very clear. Triangular ears protruding from the left and right of the head. Tail wrapped in blocked hair growing from the glutes.

Acts are subhuman. He was a dog beast.

The look is lame to see. For tired and sumptuous eyes, a familiar training ground. Acts are the only ones in the 50-metre quadrant who are in a fine training ground for making.

In front of me is a straw doll that was pounded, struck and stumbled. At first glance I could see how fiercely Acts faced each other.

But. Still.

"This, to an extent..."

Yes, there you are.

As much as a straw doll, it has to be about making it useless. That's the criterion Acts aspire to.

This straw doll can still be used to train swords.

Whoever sees it will have to dispose of it. Acts want straw dolls so worn out.

"A little more... just a little more..."

He groaned so like a ghost, and Acts flogged his feet barely listening, setting up a short spear.

The sound of an attack and a sharp and exhaling sound danced again, so as to resist the silence that overshadowed the training ground where no one was.

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Imperial capital Gargenia.

It is the largest megalopolis in Altia, without being pushed.

The population surpasses Wenefix, with more than 4 million inhabitants. For the first time, the number of details is out of the standard that the country does not know.

The radius of the city is twenty kilometers in all. I just wondered if this was the size of it.

The perimeter is covered by an outer wall with height and thickness, giving a glimpse of how much time and effort the ancestors took to cover it.

Gargenia is divided into three compartments.

An area inhabited by aristocrats and wealthy people with a section close to the centre that is intermediate or higher. We need special credentials just to get in here. It's called District I.

Its exterior is the area where the middle layer lives. It is inhabited by junior aristocrats and middle-class merchants. Zone two.

Its exterior, adjacent to the exterior wall, is the Third District. It is the most populated area, where the general public lives. There is also a slum-like area in the Third District, which was created by the gathering of those who were flattened by the example.

The streets are lively and reminiscent of the boulevards of Wenefix.

You can hear a powerful voice from there, and there is no constant smell of appetite from the stalls.

The boulevard is a few kilometres long. It stretches the round empire radially in eight directions, all of which lead to the Emperor's castle.

It is undoubtedly a fact that it is the largest military state in the world, but as far as the city is concerned this is as if it does not feel.

At the time we were attacking the small countries around us, we were making a name for ourselves as a military state, but now I guess it's because we're talking about the past. Negeva rarely occurs because of the fact that in recent years we have been far from war, and because the Empire has severe sanctions against those who wage civil wars, and because of its rapid response to them. Shirai is at peace if we stay away from the war.

Visited because of this, the largest city in the world.

Taiichi and Rin, as well as the mullah of not going too far away, were looking forward to seeing this city around.

Even so.

"What do you mean, the first building that enters the capital is Imperial Castle..."

As soon as you get into the city, someone comes running over. The outfit belongs to the general public, but the outfit is clearly not ordinary. It's not like being an adventurer either. It was that of those accustomed to controlled movements. Probably not out of anticipation, soldier.

My first voice was "Good luck all the way".

How did you know? The characteristic of the line of the Taiwanese, conveyed to the Gargen side, is one man and two women. All young. Dark-haired man and woman, one elf. He was carrying a carriage that should be towed by two horses to one black horse.

Hearing the story, I thought it was too characteristic.

Their arrival was spotted by scouts monitoring the perimeter of the Imperial capital and said they were ready to pick them up immediately. Due to Gargen's position and the fact that he was coming from the Magic Kingdom of Ellistein, it was said that he would be seen entering the capital from either north to west, within the eight main gates, the fact that the Taichis entered the capital from the north northwest gate.

The carriage was spearheaded in the meantime, almost through the whole city I was looking forward to. Quick and polite, truly well-educated response to the rooms, with a carriage at the castle gate.

The three of them are currently welcomed in a Yanta luxury room on the corner of Imperial Castle, served with a considerable amount of luxurious drinks and treats.

"Well, that's what I knew."

"Yeah, now it's more like this, but this is how they call you in."

"Don't tell me"

I'm getting it for about two hours. After this, my opinion with the Emperor is definitive.

I can't help it if I don't know what the request is so that I can put measures in place.

When I came out, it was a battle.

What you need to think about is whether you will be swallowed up with unfit conditions here, to the detriment of others.

How Zilmar is taking the Tai Chi. If the emperor doesn't know about it, he may be treated like a pussy.

but that's unlikely, the Taichis believe. Because by the time I come to the Imperial Capital, I have heard from Mullah about the Emperor.

Mekildra Signs lixion gargen.

Contemporary emperor of an empire with a long history.

He is an excellent leader who has just quelled many of the rebellions against the Cabinet Office that his predecessors were unable to see in a generation, announced a policy of sharpening the power of the rebellious organization, and flushed the power he had taken into the Cabinet Office as it was, simultaneously weakening his enemies and strengthening himself. Not only that, but in a way that spared no assistance in what was on the Emperor's side, he gained instant and mighty power.

He is 29 years old. It's not a funny age to be slandered as a young monk, though his track record doesn't allow it.

It would not be possible at all with semi-productive talent.

Examine the countless possibilities and explore the best hand to be buried in them with an extraordinary sense of smell.

The result of repeating such divine things is the present empire.

"Well, if Mullah's right, Your Majesty, you'll be fine as long as there's nothing more to it."

One word of fatigue can be said to be optimistic, but the situation is well identified.

If you touch the Taiji upscale, the frame of reference to the country means nothing. Taking Rin and Mullah hostage is a bad hand that can't even be seen. In that case, Taiichi does not choose the means. Because the emperor doesn't know what happened in the civil unrest in Ellistein.

As I said earlier, measures can't be put in place, so the three Taiwanese will raise awareness to relate to the top of the country.

I'm not more willing to be used, but it's a prerequisite for taking on as a stance. Again, it is large that Lemia didn't even make it smell, rather than explicitly stating "no" in her letter.

If the three of us come by, we have the wisdom of literature and the words that Japan has long passed down, but at the moment, even if the three of us are bundled together, we are not likely to chase Lemia.

"Thank you for waiting, the three of you. I would now like to direct you to Your Majesty."

That's how a call is made while you're at it. Visiting the room was a butler who, although quite old, maintained a good attitude that did not make him feel it. One by one, hold the knife clean while retaining its softness. Sophistication, so are some who so deserve the word.

He will take them, and the three will guide them through a wide castle.

"This way, sir."

It was not that big of a door, although the building was solid, that I walked not a short distance to reach.

"Is that it?"

Rin was the one who accidentally snapped his neck. I just didn't put it on the table, and the other two had the same doubts.

"This face-to-face meeting is informal. Therefore, it is His Majesty's intention not to do so between sights."

"I see."

Informal that does not take place between glances. To meet the emperor, I saw, not met, when.

It doesn't stink like a kina. Knowing or not the complexion of such the fat ones, the butler turned to the door and did the trick and the knock.

From the inside, a voice asking who or what of the young woman.

"It's Marcos. Your Majesty has invited you."

For a few moments. And the door was slightly opened. Take it over and the butler opens the door and enters the room.

"Please, come in"

Deacon inviting guests. Following that, the fathers step into the office. The office has nothing gorgeous about it, even though you can tell it's luxurious at a glance. It seems to represent the crowd of the emperor.

At the front of the door, beyond the black-painted concierge, there was a young man with a soft grin.

I gently put the letter I had in my hand.

Mekildra closed her eyes and did not make it slight for a while.

Sarasa's extravagant blonde hair seems to flow. Underneath it is packed with exceptional brains, and now every estimate will be made in it.

Excellent eyebrows. That's the right word. It's a luxurious impression because it looks skinny, but it's not skinny, it's tight because it's also famous for swords and bows and horses. Furthermore, he is so good at witchcraft that he does not fit in the dimension of shiatsu.

Mutual martial arts are not as easy as mouth. There will be few who can do both, but there can be no denying a halfway impression compared to those who have devoted themselves to either.

A man named Mekirdora considers it normal to elevate there to a level where he can put his chest up with his master if he has his hands on it by will, and to make it happen flat. The gift of not drowning in status and talent and not being sweet and being able to work hard is better than anyone else.

Whoever he is, he doesn't take any precautions. Because we see the powerful men who have been hostile to the realisation of the empire they aspire to, those who Mekildra herself should have credited as "mighty enemies", slandering Mekildra as "young" and finally falling while paying for their arrogant twatches.

Now it is time to usurp the empire and make its status a rock, but Mekildra was a weak aristocrat at the time, and his opponent had so much difference in power that his rating of "mighty enemy" was justified. Mekirdola could have done everything she could, but still, if they had done all they could, they wouldn't have won all the battles.

That's why. Mekildra doesn't take any precautions because she knows that if she has an alert mind for someone she can beat, she will be stuck at her feet. Whether the opponent is gay, gay, or understated.

Because of him, it was really hard to describe the person who was going to visit this office.

Let's just mention what we're losing ourselves. That, of course, is combat power.

Bow on sword, magic on horse. They've all been lucky enough to bless their talents and sublime them. But the local power is different. Of those threesomes, two girls said they would not take a pull on the Knights of the Ellistein Magic Kingdom, the Master of Court Magic. It's definitely not a lie, because two big, silent sobbing children, Remia, a deciduous magician, and Smeera, a magical kingdom army marshal, are guaranteeing in a row.

No amount of Mekirdora is powerful enough to compare to A-rank adventurers.

And it's a boy named Taiichi who keeps two girls in his service who won't have any trouble getting status going to any country.

I don't care, the two girls supposedly look pretty good. That those two admire one boy, so even if the boy doesn't intend to, he can't help but tell me that he's letting them serve him.

gossip.

The boy says he's a summoner.

It was in the report, but it was incredible to Russia.

But it was King Zilmar's autographed letter that I had been looking at until earlier.

Here's what it said.

"My magic kingdom reserved itself for having a connection with Taichi Nishimura: a covenant. It is impossible to hold his reins. I don't feel confident about you at the moment. But how could His Majesty the Emperor be better than the rest?"

and.

"King Zilmar. You've stirred me up a lot."

It leaks laughter and inclusiveness. Mekildra also thinks that King Zilmar's drop is an English break. That's what I'm saying. He wants me to show you if you can go up there than you can.

It is a spark bump between men who can be in a far away land.

Eventually Mekildra opened her eyes and spoke to a nearby samurai who was nearby.

"How well do you know about elementary?

The samurai turns to Mekildra in a crisp, but not nasty, spare motion.

Beautiful daughter. Of course I took care of the emperor around me, but I liked her brilliance and Mekildra had asked the samurai from time to time.

"To the crowd"

"A crowd? From your point of view, what is Elemental like?

"Yes. I don't know if I am. How much more godly it seems to me that an elementary brings me the grace of nature than a god"

"God, huh"

Put your chin on both hands, assembled on the desk.

If her words say the truth is perfect.

It is too stupid to turn to the enemy. I can only imagine people touching me, such as fighting God with their own bodies.

"The Empire has brought God into the land."

"That's not all. Literally, it's God's favor."

"Don't say."

Undressed rhetoric on teeth, unlikely to be dealing with an emperor. Mekirdola laughed invincibly at her righteous face.

Mekildra doesn't blame it. Because I'm giving this cutter's maid an order in advance to keep her mouth shut.

Faced with the overwhelming battle power difference between the Taiwanese and their own armies, I think again.

Then I wonder where Mekildra is winning.

Is it still the various abilities that come from the emperor's experience that come to mind?

Between now and now, I have lived in a time when I have never lived in the Emperor. I have confidence, even if I am not overconfident in my abilities.

Let's be honest. Mekirdora was shaking.

Previous experience is only about dealing with 'people'.

The young emperor does not have the experience of meeting those who are 'people' but deviate from the boundaries of 'people'.

The opponent stops a battle where a total of 20,000 soldiers collide without much fighting.

It must be of the greatest benefit to the Empire while making sure that the boy is not considered an enemy.

"... but it might be easy to be out-of-the-box"

One whine, then silence. There was silence in the office. I can't stand one sound so I can't interfere with the emperor's ideas.

and.

The front door of Mekildra was knocked so as to break the silence.

Receive eyewitness from the samurai and return the chief consent.

Staring at the woman's back, Mekildra stretched out her spine, which was at her forehead.

There is one answer in Mekildra.

The face to face man was the fact that he was a mirror of his own.