Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Hello, I'm Turius Shrounan Ovenil."

The office, the venue for the interview. The impression of Turius Shrounan Ovenil waiting for Jean there was more mediocre than I thought.

A few years below Rubel when I was a year old. Probably only twenty years old. Your face is in order. but would it be easy to tell if there are no ugly dots rather than beautiful dots? The unusual barbecued doll, very impressive and hard face.

Beautiful, in that the maids who serve beside them are far outnumbered. This is the same dolled face, but it is a kind of statue with a sense of dignity, like a statue shaved up by a celebrity with his soul. This maid also fits a silver collar that is a testament to slavery.

And most importantly, an unusual being stood opposite its maid and the Viscount. A person dressed in a thick robe and covered in a hood to hide his face. I know she's a woman from the boost of her breasts, but how can there be another man beside the aristocracy who doesn't show his face?

Hiding his doubts, Rubel bowed his head for now.

"It is an honor for the Viscount to see you. I'm exam number 020, Jean-Jacques."

"Oh, wait, wait! Because that's good. If you look at the name tag, it says the number, and if you match it with the paperwork at hand, you'll know about the name. There's a lot of people this time, so we need to save time."

and the Viscount blocking his mouth.

I don't believe it. A name is the face of an aristocrat and a commercial tool. It should be respected. I didn't know you said it was a hassle, not a glimpse of it!

After all, this man stands out for what he lacks as an aristocrat. I was right to get on with the young man's story. I think so, and at the same time I see the young man who was put through to the room. He also looked frightened somewhere.

There are six exams in the room right now. That's sitting in a chair, side by side in a row. The Viscount's concierge has a little while, roughly three meters. Large, but would be a reasonable place for a noble clerk with a title.

"Shall we get it over with? Stand up."

"" Ha. "

Students take their seats simultaneously when told.

"Three steps ago"

"" Huh?

"Didn't you hear that? Step forward."

It was an odd order. I couldn't weigh out on Rubel what it was meant to be. You want to see how we walk? So you want to see what happens? If that's what you mean, this is how much this Viscount understands what he's doing.

Nevertheless, the supreme on this occasion is this young Viscount. Confused, all the examinees took three steps forward.

Viscount Ovenil grins and laughs contentedly.

"Yeah, thanks. Then don't move like that...... do it, uni"

"Yes -" Earthbound. "

Heavy pressure.

That knocked all six down to the floor at once.

"Become!?

"This is it!

"What do you mean!?

It feels like it's being held from the top by a giant palm.

...... heavy. My body is heavy and I can't stand.

There was not a single pile of impotent rubels to crush the body. I can't take one physical move, I don't even know what happened and I get into confusion.

"If so, silly...... yes eh!

I heard the young man leak into bitterness.

The Viscount shook his head to the word, saying he was a jerk.

"Looking at that, I figured you were even planting a protective amulet? With that, the magic fragrance of brainwashing is hard to work with. I decided to seal my movements and then take it away from me."

"What... because...?

I manage to mouth just that while I stick it on the floor.

So you're saying that you were willing to set something up with the person you wanted to hold from the start?

The young man said with confusion.

"So... this magic, what the hell...? Amulet reacts, doesn't, etc...!

"Yeah, you care, there. You're the second person to ask that question. [M] You were alone earlier."

Crunchy, Viscount Ovenil laughs.

"Well, shall we go with a brief lecture? Fire magic, for example." Fireball "exercised by a less powerful user. What happens if you try to prevent this with an amulet? Naturally, just before the hit, the amulet unfolds its boundaries and gets bounced off. But..."

And the Viscount who says and rings his fingers. Shortly afterwards, the chair the youth had been sitting in until earlier was on fire - no, it exploded. Unchanted flame magic. A sudden heat wave from behind strikes the youth. Whether its power is prevented by the power of the amulet,

"Gu!?

A piece of a magically crushed chair hits his forehead.

"- You can't prevent magically moving things like this.... Oh, I'm sorry. Did it hurt? I'll be cured soon, so forgive me."

Ringing his finger again, the wound on the young man's forehead disappears immediately. But the pressure to restrain the students remains intact.

"It's also strange that even though attack magic doesn't pass, healing magic does.... Shall we get back to it? So, this magic earthbound, like a fireball, creates a sphere of fire directly, and it creates the power to restrain you immediately. It's just working and doubling the gravity that's existed from the beginning and anchoring you on the ground. So a simple magic resistance costume can't prevent it. Because I've only strengthened what already exists and has always worked for you with magic.... Do you understand?

... There's no way I understand. Juryok? What is that? Is that alchemy jargon? Who will understand by arranging such things? The same would be true of the others. There was nothing confusing or showing the colour of hatred, and no one had a light of understanding in their eyes.

There is one thing to know. This crazy alchemist is about as harmful as he is sure.

"Come on, Uni. Disarm them."

"I'm in awe, sir. … excuse me"

With the Lord's life, the slave maid who unleashed this magic approaches. Let's get our bodies together and take out the costumes.

"If so!... Shit!?

A young man who tries something is held back by a maid who approached him at an unnoticed rate.

"... seems to have explored the self-destruction of the amulet"

"The journey. If it's broken when he comes home alive, someone above him will tell you that he's been treated in some way. Did you get hit?

"No, you're safe"

Saying, take the rosary plated talisman out of the young man's chest.

"Well, I wish I could fix it if I had to. It's better this way for less effort and resources. Well done, Uni."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

And, a maid of honor.

I don't believe it. From what Jean has seen, this inexperienced pressure has arisen to the extent of accommodating all six students. This effect should probably be acting indiscriminately, given the tight snags in the surrounding carpet. Even so, this maid moved around without bitterness and instantly confiscated all the courtesy from herself.

"Oh, you have a comm courtesy."

"Ha! You idiot, to that extent, you didn't... prepare,... did you think!?

One of the students, Jean and a less knowledgeable man, gasped at the heavy pressure but said he was good at it.

"From the Count, … your suspicious manipulation is listening! The conversation in this room... is already..."

"Oh, because that's already jamming"

The ovenil declares so without further ado.

".................. Huh?

"Where do you think you are? It's my home, isn't it? Soundproofing against communication jamming, disabling impact, blocking transfer magic, ethosetra ethosetra. As much as I'm prepared for it, I'm sure I am."

As I say, I disgrace the communication courtesy handed to me.

"... Hmm. With this size, this much material, the effective communication distance is precisely on the premises of this mansion. I wonder if any of the other students have your friends? I know you're also deciding how to move when communications are interrupted, but Dooey is positioned over there. Not so many humans can escape him, even top adventurers. Sorry to hear that. It was a good idea."

- If it had gone all the way to the King's Capital, or had there been another collaborator nearby, it might have been dangerous.

and conclude the evaluation. You don't think you can do that from the beginning. Rubel is not that familiar with the type of courtesy, but still understands the extent to which long-distance communication requires a significant substitute. It's impossible to bring such things in without being blamed.

As a result, the student turns around and loses color from his face.

"Ha ha ha ha... there's no way that..."

"You don't have to believe anything. I'm not inconvenient. [M]... Well, dry. You kept me waiting. It's your job."

"Ha, my lord"

I replied briefly and the woman standing beside the Viscount took off her robe.

The dew turned to long silver hair, brown skin, and human detached beauty - pointy long ears.

There is only one thing in Jeans' knowledge, such as what fits such a trait.

"So, dark elves......!?

Someone from the student raised his voice in amazement.

Dark Elves, the Dark Fairy by name. It is recognized by the Church as the enemy of mankind who united with the Demonic Nation, and at the time of discovery it is notified to render it powerless, whether life or death. A cursed race, that all individuals who are harshly kept alive in a person's sphere of life are dropped into slavery.

But the magic and skill that dwells in it is assumed to be no less than the white elves of the forest.

"Even this stuff... you had it...!

In addition to the maid who unleashes this scale of restraint magic with no chant, it is the advent of a dark elf who is literally an outsider wizard. To the Jeans who give themselves up to despair, the woman known as Dry leaks a dark grin.

"Knock it off... don't bother to think of yourself as a hundred things, like your former compatriots"

As I said, I hung my hand on the eyelid covering the upper left corner of my face.

Eye bands. Yes, the woman is hiding her left eye.

Why are you hiding it? And why are we showing it now?

The answer was as soon as I saw a scratchless face with a black eyelid removed.

The left eye of the purple eye, with an obviously different color of the eye than the right eye. There was so much dangerous magic swirling there that even Jean, who was not a magician, could feel it.

"Ma, Demon Eye...!?

One day in a drawing I read in consolation in the library, it was noted.

Gorgon, Katobre Pass, Basilisk, Gazer… A magical eye that hangs the technique just by looking at each other, that many dangerous monsters are born ready for.

The woman named Dry, she snarls her nose.

"Hum. Was there a guy in the lower bitch monkey who knew a little bit about things? Anyway, these are the eyes of the devil that your husband gave you. Know as much as it does."

No, I didn't have time to think so.

The demonic eye works just as Jean knows it, just looking at it.

Jean, who had only the magic resistance of the common man, had no skill to resist.

"Ah, but......!?

My consciousness is dyed purple.

Thoughts fade and reason melts away as if drunk by bad liquor.

In that, Turius Ovenil was smiling satisfactorily.

"Once upon a time, the primitive body of the gazer larvae that Uni had picked up in the dungeon. I saved it, and then I transplanted it. There are many subspecies of a demon named Gazer, and the effects of its demonic eye are extremely differentiated."

"Ahhh..."

"No... whoa..."

My head flutters.

Every voice is far away.

Where am I?

Who am I?

"So, transplanted to dryness is a specialty of the brainwashing species. He said he would use his manipulative opponent to hunt and get food for it. There are unusual creatures in the world, aren't there?

"No matter how many times you look at it, it's great immediacy. Now you don't need brainwashing incense as long as she's around."

"No, that's short-circuited, Uni. There are rare warriors who can meditate on their eyes and fight, but no one can keep them from breathing. The only thing that has a demonic eye effect on it is the one that's gazing at Dry. incense is better suited if you brainwash a larger number of people at once"

I can hear you drooling over your speech.

So?

So what am I supposed to do?

Quickly, quickly, please tell me who it is.

Otherwise, I'm crazy.

"There are other cases where it takes sealing in the eye belt because it's powerful and instant, and magic eats fools, and it's too powerful to destroy amulets like this one. The point is, the right material."

"Sure, you feel a little tired. But enough to treat everyone."

"Right. Then there's the dry body thing too. Let's get this over with. Uni, you may release the restraint."

"Yes, immediately"

Say, Viscount Ovenil gave in before the Jeans. The pressure that was sewing the students to the ground is already gone.

- Give me an order, quick.

Jean's thoughts were stained with it. I don't even think about running away.

"So first of all...... did anyone in this, during the exam, canning - stealing other people's answers or bringing in unforgiving memoirs?

…………

Everyone shakes their heads to the side. Of course Jean returned the denial without hesitation.

I felt comfortable. How easy and wonderful it is to be ruled over by others.

"Next, I wonder if anyone has wrongfully filled out the answers even after there was a signal in this for the end of the exam?

…………

…………

"... Yes"

One raises his hand with a low voice.

"Exam number 025, disqualification and"

Viscount Ovenil drew X with a feather pen on one of the documents.

"Shall we then move on to the question to the individual? Exam No. 023"

"Yes......"

A young man is called a number and returns his voice.

"Who are you?

"... Viktor Dracroix Lavalle. He is the youngest son of the Marquis Lavalle."

That's strange, Jean thought with a feisty consciousness.

He should have named himself the bastard of the Count family.

"The paperwork has an Earl's house, and the family name doesn't seem to be the same?

"I lied to keep it a secret..."

"Marquis Lavalle, your what?

"It's my father..."

"Hmm...... I've never met Lord Lavalle in person, but wasn't that guy quite old enough?

"My mother tells me that my father was a child when I was fifty two years old..."

"Oh, Cheng Cheng. I could've read it."

Say it. Viscount Ovenil scratches his cheek.

"You, could they have adopted you? That's the Count's house on these papers, isn't it?

"... no... I... of the proud Marquis..."

"Was your mother a concubine?

"No... my mother was betrayed... my father greeted by his late wife..."

"Yet while you were pregnant, you gave it to the Count's house. And he said you were born ahead of him."

"……………………… Yes"

"Did the Marquis Lavalle recognize you as his real son?

"... didn't... on my back... born... same... even though I have a mole"

"Why do you think you're the Marquis? You betrayed your mother and dumped her, didn't you?

"My... talent... it's like being given a woman down... pity... to the Count's house... in what stays... Besides... Mother's honor... Mother... even at the Count's... without a place..."

"And when I succeeded, I put you in the right place and restored my mother's honor. Yes. Did the Marquis say that?

"... Yes"

As soon as it was done, Ovenil clasped his shoulders.

To the paralyzed rubel of thought, I don't know what the question means right now.

"A man named Marquis Lavalle also thinks of a lopsided hand. If he can hold my weakness, that's fine. If an inside detective is exposed and cut off, he can impeach by ringing the nonsense that killed his living son. Either way, can I catch up? [M] Oh, my God, I've had trouble getting my eyes on you. Did you fail to involve the Marquis..."

"This will also be a good study, your husband. I've lost my mind, but there's plenty of room for salvage."

"Well. Enemy enemies were too blind to theory this time around. We need to take advantage of this reflection from now on."

"And the Marquis also made a mistake. One is that I saw your husband's arms sweetly. The other thing is, even though you're willing to throw it away, you let go of your son."

"We'll pack the area in the future. Now we have to finish the minor interrogation and provisional treatment."

Rubel hasn't thought about anything. Just keep the demon eye effect, silently awaiting orders.

"Then you're next. What's your name?"

"... it's Jean-Jacques Rubert"

"- Hey, Rubel! Jean-Jacques Rubert!"

"Ha!?

I noticed an acquaintance slapping me on the shoulder.

Looking around, that's the hallway of the Lords Mansion.

The interview seemed to be over at some point.

"What were you boggling about?... ha-ha, are you that nervous?

Rubel sighs at the smiling acquaintance's face, easygoing.

"This is a conversation that's gonna take the rest of your life, okay? Don't be nervous."

"Don't say that, I'm loose, too. Bye. The martial arts exams didn't give you very good grades... it means everything's on hold for the interview from here."

"Oh, that's what..."

Finally after they say it, I realize that if an acquaintance does it, he's scratching his sweat. I mean, if you don't make fun of Rubel, you're so pushed that you can't break the tension.

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about. I just wanted to check in with you after the interview."

"Even if they say so..."

As a matter of fact, it's even vague what we talked about in the interview.

Summer hangs on my memory and I can't help but grasp something for sure.

What did the acquaintance think of the tour?

"Well... aren't you handy too"

and so on and so on.

When I was told that, it felt like I couldn't do it myself.

"Maybe... my head is so white, I don't even remember what I said"

"Hey, Rubel. Don't look like you're about to disappear.... That's right. Let's get out of the inn tonight and have a drink at the town liquor store! It's a bad country, but there 'll be plenty to drink."

My acquaintance has encouraged me to do so because this one had a more serious face.

"I also spoke to Viktor's guy, but he's not feeling well, and he said he won't."

"Viktor......"

I met him in the carriage to, it was about that young man.

I also feel like I was making some important promises with him.... I can't remember that either.

"Well, it's me and you here, why don't we go with the usual shame party? This is all the applicants out there, and they're also paying me for roadblocks and stays. Pretty demanding, I guess. I mean, we can't live in a room wanderer for 10,000 years. Yeah."

The acquaintance was particularly inspiring in how he took Rubel's vague remarks.

I don't know about backwards remarks, but going for a drink may not be such a bad idea. Whatever the outcome, I felt like I couldn't help but drink.

But...

"- Properly tonight."

But tonight, I think I had plans...?

- Are you coming to my place for surgery?

……

Yeah. Anyway, not tonight.

"... bad. It's a little" noisy even though we haven't got results yet. "

"Shit, what is it? I don't know."

"Ha. Don't be so obstinate. Besides, I'm not sure I can do the interview, and if it's on the down line, maybe tonight's bare line will be the key. I think so."

That's right.

So let's not see anyone tonight.

And when it's time - what are you gonna do?

"Nah, that's the way you think, too, huh? Well, I guess I'll behave myself."

"Don't do that. I'm sure that'll work."

End unanswered thoughts and speak of unfounded encouragement.

Reubert had that consciousness too, but there was nothing else to say.

Just then, the office door used for the interview opened. A blue-white-faced student shows up loose.

"… Next, please"

A maid wearing a collar encourages her to enter the room.

"Yeah, well, the next exam number in that order - it's our turn. Even so, isn't that so strange, what about the rumored Viscount? They came out now, you guys, they all looked like dead people."

"Yeah, right..."

Rubel snorts.

...... Viscount Ovenil is horrible. The memories of the interview were frivolous, but I felt certain that was all.

You have an indifferent fear, but you can't move your feet to escape. Jean-Jacques Rubert silently dropped off an acquaintance swallowed up in the door.