Isekai Cheat Magician

A glimpse with the king, a battle with Ellistein's strongest warrior, and an unexpected proposal.

It was a pretty dark day yesterday.

In Taiji's eyes was the morning sun in the other world, which he had already abandoned to count. Looking back at Taiichi's usual, who has seriously thought about wanting to marry Futon in the future, it can be described as a very rare sight.

The royal castle tower, the view from its roof is excellent. Tall buildings can only count as far as this castle is concerned. The unobstructed sight provided a view to those who could reach far without telephoto, even if the clear air combined.

"Summon. Aerial"

The wind and light gather, and the little spirit girl reveals herself.

"Oh, my God, Taiyi"

"Ooh."

Spirit of the wind fluttering down on the fattest knee leaning against the wall.

"What's going on?

"No. It's a beautiful view, so I was wondering if Aerie could join us,"

"Oh. I've been invited on a date"

"Right. Maybe it will."

A cool morning breeze rushes through to the sun.

"Trouble?

"Uh yeah. Ma Na."

Aerie peered into his fattest face.

"A consultation that can be ridden by Atashi?

"Consultation you can't ride unless you're airy"

"Oh well. Leave it to me! Dada hasn't lived in 1000 years!

Mm-hmm. And Aerie with her chest stretched. No, I can't say. Terrible.

"... Spirits are creatures?

"Come on?"

It is a frivolous exchange.

"Wasn't it three thousand years ago?"

"Am I? I can't remember the details."

I'm with you for 1000 and 3000, Aerie proclaims.

It's a really nasty exchange.

But I guess you should know that for spirits without the concept of life expectancy, there is too much when they overlap to remember. I have no idea the scale of the amount of information generated over the course of thousands of years.

"So, what's your problem?

Taiichi recalls what happened yesterday, narrowly to two points.

Wind magic I let Aerie use to hunt Miguel down.

That you couldn't even use magic with intimidation in a mock fight with Smeera.

Two of them are why I let Tai Chi stay up all night. I was worried, I didn't sleep. Finally, the surprise proposal from the general also plays a part in the lack of sleep.

"The magic is too powerful"

"Oh, yeah. I've been putting it behind me."

"If you're an interlocutor, you're too eggy for a leak-free killing move or something"

"The problem with you guys is a jerk."

There must be plenty of magicians worried without enough power. In it, too strong to say inconvenient. Because if I can adjust it, I can handle it. Besides, there is an easier solution. Thoroughness, irrespective of the life or death of the opponent. It eliminates the need to scrape nerves to regulate power. How to save magic at best, I guess.

If that's possible, I'm not worried right now. Hostility, the abusive means of killing and eliminating all those who come to harm me, would be the last, if possible, last and irresistible choice.

The truth is that we have to work on it. But it's hard to say that working with Airlie is enough in the first place. Telepath is getting the most out of it, but it's not working out so well to give Aerie the magic. From 0 to 100, dissatisfaction remains with Tai Chi, who can manipulate magic in five slices.

I left it as a matter of habit first.

"I don't know where the cause is."

I'm proud to be controlling the magic I practice to give it to you. But I don't have the experience of giving it to a third party instead of using it myself.

He said he also has a sense of being properly received as an airy.

"I don't have a clue."

Airy says Saba Saba.

"Absolutely."

Taiichi according to Saba Saba.

It's true I couldn't sleep, but it's not serious. I think that I will have to be able to do it sooner or later, but there is nothing I can do about it.

If it gets serious, we won't be struggling from the start.

"Why don't you just ask your teacher"

Taiichi gets up and stretches.

"Doctor? Reimi ah?

"Nha."

Put Aerie on your arm as you say.

"Mr. Lemia is a master."

You would be right to ask her. I know that well. But I haven't lived with Dada for a long time. I knew perfectly well that she couldn't wake up on an errand-free day in the morning.

As a matter of course, I will ask Remy a question. Speaking of who you ask at this hour.

"Rin. Mr. Rin."

"I see."

Hiya, to jump, jump the height without difficulty, entering the castle from the balcony. There's no reason I can't get down because I jumped up and climbed.

Walk inside the castle toward the room. It's one hallway to this point, so you can't get lost. It is trivial that we went wrong in the opposite direction and almost got lost in danger.

Mistaken maids solidify along the way. I remember wondering what it was and embodying and letting go of Aerie. But at least not much, in the castle, Taiichi is exposed as a summoner, so I decided not to care if I didn't have to hide it in particular.

That's how I got to my room.

"That. Rin Yi Na"

Looking over the guest room, but Rin wasn't there. Rooms with toilet and private rooms up to the living room in three rooms. It's luxurious. I find it quite generous.

Rin was already awake when she left the guest room. It's unusual to wake up early, it's a little windy, so I'm pretty sure Rin is happening.

"Did you sleep? No, only Rin has slept twice."

"I wonder where it was."

Taiichi opens the washroom door without thinking particularly deeply. You have to go through the bathroom to get to the bathroom.

An indefensible voice rocked his fat eardrum.

"To?"

I went to the bathroom because I felt like urinating. For following the menstrual phenomenon, Taiichi was to see something outrageous.

……

……

Rin in upper and lower underwear. He is being lowered and wiping his wet hair. It would be the one called Shan in the morning. A good woman who drips water too. The humidity in the washroom was getting higher, with slightly reddish cheeks emitting a hue.

And above all.

Rin looked back because he felt it by accident, so he looked directly in the front.

Because a creature called a man is simple, even Mullah and Lemia will be devastated. But now the damage is huge by circling over it. The reason is simple and clear, because the other person is Rin.

Two people who remained stiff were telling the story of the magnitude of the shock.

I never meant that. Not on purpose.... Taiichi understands that any claim that floats and disappears turns into an excuse as soon as it comes out.

"Hey... let's just close it. Let's hide Rin."

Until Aeriy told me to peep, neither the perpetrator Taiichi, nor the victim Rin, who had been peeped, could move.

Rin covering her body with a bath towel as she turned her back in a hurry and the fattest move to close the door in a hurry was so quick that I thought she was a pro on that path.

And Taiichi was forced to stay upward for a while. Because when you look down poorly, you find that you're going to have a lot of bright red passion blooming on the ground. It would be a cheap sanction to be imposed on the Peeping Demon. Niyanya, laughing. You should also spoil and accept that Airy makes fun of you. And above all, we should have spoiled and accepted Rin's friendship, which would have been awkward for a while.

Then the complex love maiden mind of "no interest or that's no" and the suspect's offer of an hour of voluntary orthodox reflection resulted in a release.

Besides, Rin realizes she doesn't care as much as she thought. It's hard to be told to explain. Even though I was sexually harassed, it was a strange feeling.

The key was on, but I forgot to lock it to say it accidentally. Where I made an inadvertent mistake that I didn't think was possible, the timing and fatigue came in, so it matched the bowl. I should have knocked on the fattest too, but if I started saying that, I wouldn't have the kiri. Because Taiichi was punished voluntarily.

Every time we face each other for a while, the day will continue to turn red with each other.

I deserve it, the thing about pain sharing.

In the end, Taiichi missed the consultation in exchange for a lucky sketch.

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Ellistein has five types of titles: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron.

The titles of nobility vary from country to country, but there are generally many countries in the same form as Ellistein. Some countries can be dukes by the feats they cite. But that's impossible in Ellistein.

In Ellistein, the highest ranking of titles earned by results and social contributions is the Marquis.

As Hekma explained to the Tai Chi, the title Duke in Ellistein is special.

Because of its special existence, its property is also jumping through one head compared to a nobleman below the Marquis. It was also represented in a separate home owned by the Dortesheim family. Incredible luxury. The grounds are also quite large. There is no discomfort at all when it is said to be the main residence. level above the common main residence held by the Count family. I have another apartment of this size, so I want to know its financial strength. If you are the Marquis, if you build the main residence of the Dortesheim family, the other house is exquisite. Besides, the size of that separate house is greatly degraded.

Being admired and inspired. That is the Duke's house.

A two-day village by carriage from Wang Du. The huge apartment was built there. The size of the village is inferior to that of Azpaia. Nearly half of the premises are those of the mansion. The surroundings are surrounded by tall walls and strong protection.

A large conference room in its mansion. On the round table placed, six marquises sit down.

In a room with a wide tone of harshness, there was an outcry.

"Don't let them imitate you on their own!

"What are you thinking!

It's not just a yell. The head of a grand aristocracy who can only give six people the right to be named in a state with a population of 20 million. Their reprimand can't be half-way.

Even if it is the same aristocracy that receives it. No, maybe it's because I'm more of a nobleman.

"You're restless."

Quiet voice that breaks the fuss in a nutshell.

"... Marquis Marchese. But it is. It's not like this."

"Exactly. If you come back in disgrace, you'll be insulted as a nobleman."

"I do know what everyone says. But it's over now. It's not like time will come back. Will you bring Princess Charlotte?

"... So, you mean forgive? Don't you think it's warm?"

"I didn't say forgive"

Marcase-Astouto strokes his golden hair and puts a grin on its fragile face.

The youngest of the nobles here. He turns his gaze to one point in the room.

"Marquis, if you do it, it's not something to raise your voice to. That's what I'm saying. Don't you think? Baron Dalmar."

"No... the..."

If you nod, you will be stared at by the Marquis, whom Marchese criticized. If you don't snort, you deny Marchese's idea. The privileged class of barons is also adults and children in front of them. You can't possibly answer that. Poked up, Dalmar just leans down with a bright blue face.

"You can't have the guts to answer such a fool."

"There's a young creation. You're gonna throw up a lot of dialogue."

"Excuse me. From the standpoint, it's reciprocal."

Marchese to look so twitchy without any evil. I took control by hand of the other marquises trying to say something. And.

"How should I fit in this place? Lord Dortesheim."

Marchese bows her head and turns her body to the middle-aged man standing by the window.

Dortesheim, who kept staring out all the time without uttering a word, looks back slowly when he is called by his name.

Even Marchese, the person who called the name of his man, was overwhelmed by that strong will that glowed behind the monocle. His expression is calm. I looked back because they called me, that's all.

Yet what will this overwhelming presence bring?

On this occasion when the Marquis gathered, Dortesheim was haunting the air of the champion. All the Marquises here know those who have very similar air to him.

Ellistein The King who unites the magical kingdom, Zilmar-Elistein.

The king's air, very similar to his. I can't imagine how hard and talented it would be to get there.

"Baron Dalmar"

"Ha ha!

Dortesheim's mood will be calm. If you're in the status of Marquis, you don't have much chance of dealing with him. In it, I can largely see what his emotions are like with expression, voice color, and discouragement. No, we need to know. Sometimes if you buy his discomfort, the way forward can turn to ruin. Absolutely necessary skills to survive the home.

"I think what is most important to the nobility. Gold. Honor. Status?"

Dortesheim deliberately turns round the round table in a slow foothold. Eventually standing in front of Dalmar, Dortesheim stared down at Dalmar kneeling.

"Whether they are important or not. I can't deny it."

……

To the pressure pouring down from the top, Dalmar does his best just to avoid snagging to the ground.

"But you don't know what's most important."

Dortesheim, who, by the way, pulls out and pays off his hips sword. With that sword, Dalmar cut up in front of the kneeling floor.

The dancing forehead and glasses are cut in the middle, making a dry noise and falling to the floor.

"They are only one part a nobleman needs in order to be aristocratic"

A sharp sword attaches the tip of Dalmar's nose, which has been turned upside down. A few pieces of skin were torn and little blood beads formed.

"That's unusual. Was it a mistake to allow your assault?"

Dortesheim laid his sword on the sheath.

"Nevertheless, I am also responsible for forgiving. Baron Dalmar, I'll give you one chance."

and only the sound of the soles tapping on the floor echoes in the room.

"Aristocratic things, whatever the reason, such as delivering without the sword you pulled out. That's why it's not easy to unplug. Shame on yourself for not even learning this much and think again about what you should do to return the stigma."

"Oh, thank you......"

Glimpsing a shivering Dalmar, Dortesheim sat down in a round table chair, arms together and eyes closed.

That's a sign for Dalmar to leave the room.

Was he not so stupid that he could not tell from being so harshly rebelled, Dalmar left the room in heavy footsteps.

Heavy air dominates the indoors.

What will Dalmar do? Is it possible to behave like a nobleman? Dortesheim's immediate interest runs out there.

"Lord Dortesheim. Will Dalmar help?"

"It would be your word if you were to consult with an army of the same size. If you pulled a little information about boys and girls coming from different worlds, you can reward them as a gesture."

Answer the Marquis' question that way.

It's not strange to be truncated on that spot, the last thing that degrades character, such as an enemy escape. Why did you let Dalmar with such a priori go?

It's a natural question that floats, but I didn't have to dare ask.

That's because if you know who Dortheim is, you don't have to think about it.

Use anything that might be useful for the purpose. Whether that's a throwaway pawn or not, I can be as ruthless as I need to be. That was a man named Dortesheim.