Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- Charlotte left the area lined with noble mansions, for a while.

The big store (oh yeah) moved to the commercial district, and today I was talking to Liesha about which store to look around.

Suddenly, I hear butterflies and cobblestones treading busily.

At the same time, from around the corners and behind, the men appeared more than one, figure.

Something.

Soon after I thought so, all the men surrounded themselves, as they had shown each other.

"Nah."

"Charlotte, is this...?

Risha puzzles her expression and raises her anxious voice.

The number of men who showed up is exactly ten. It gets blocked up front, behind, even the sidewalk, and there's no escape.

Unconveniently, there is no one else around and people cannot be informed.

Seeing that collaborative movement is immediately understandable.

This is no coincidence.

It's a move with a firm intention to surround ourselves.

The movement itself was orderly in the first place and there was no waste at all.

Put your hands on the fine sword pattern you had for protection and ask aloud.

"What are you!

You don't need to know that, ladies.

When you release a screaming question, one man comes forward, saying that.

Are you the leader of this group? My belly came out a while ago, big guy. The lower half of the servant's face is covered with a barren mustache, no cleanliness at all, and much dirtier for anyone entering or leaving the compartment around here.

If you drop your gaze, you are wearing different protective gear than what the Wang Du guards wear.

Leather breastplate, iron cage hands, huge steps flat on back. Old things, new things, all kinds of gear.

From its inception, I don't think of it as the edge of nobility or merchants.

Others dress similarly to a big man. If you look only at that point, you can say it's all there.

That and shelter Reesha behind her back and step forward.

"... what the hell are you going to do?

"What, I want you ladies to come with us for a second."

"You think that's what they say and you're going with it?

Pull out your fine sword and lay down its cutting-edge on your face toward the big man approaching you in disgrace.

But the big man doesn't go through with it as if by accident, he just turns an insulting grin at the kid as if he was even pointed at the toy sword.

"Wow, that's brave. That's the princess of the military family. But can the princess do something about this number by herself?

That's what the big man says, he laughs raggedly.

That's a nasty laugh. Others start laughing at you for being caught by it.

In the meantime, a huge man turned his gaze to Riesha.

"Oops. I know your daughter is from the Laceft family. We have a magician here, too, don't we?

A big man with a squeaky jaw to show.

Apparently, he sensed Riesha tried to use magic.

As the words "the magician is ready," some of the men dressed like it. There is no way to be sure if he really is a magician, so he doesn't leave the Hatter area, but he doesn't have the attitude to be lying.

No, in the first place...

"Do you know who we are!?

"Sort of."

"Why..."

But I can see that I am a child of the military family, and that these people are not just a bunch of people to go to, more than I know Leisha is a child of Laceft.

I mean, after finding out we're dealing with nobles, it's happening.

"Now, first of all, don't put your sword away, princess. You can't hurt me if you treat me like an adult."

"You think that's how easy it is for you to put your sword away?

"Do you want to do it?

That's what the big man says and tilts his body gently, pulling out the back flat.

Are you saying you will be present?

As for this one, where I want it.

"Shit, Charlotte..."

"Fine. I'll take care of it. If I defeat that man, you run away."

"But"

"Such a man is not the number of things..."

Yes, invincibly speaking. This is not about strength, it's about heart. I am confident I will defeat you.

No, there's no way I can't defeat you.

Hitherto, many times in the dojo, he has defeated many adults.

I don't think they'll ever be enemies.

Yes, I have the heavens.

The strongest heaven can look ahead in the future.

But Risha seems anxious.

"Are you even standing on some sort of arithmetic?

"Yeah, I'm gonna take you down."

"He's scared."

The big man still has the laugh he insulted.

It's like watching a child's strengths.

Sure, there are extra physical differences.

But I'm still used to fighting people who are bigger than me.

I can.

I can fight.

I can take him down.

If we beat this group's head down here, we might open a breakthrough.

Yes, I thought so.

Right after we pointed our swords at each other, until we saw the [tip] flashing in front of us -

"Ah..."

Even if I don't try, my voice leaks.

What looked like a phantom was a phantom that I would be beaten with a man's sword and blown away.

"What's up? You suddenly lost your temper? Did you find out you might not be enemies?

…………

Bite your lips.

At the same time, a falling sword tip.

Seriously, I see it, but for.

For now I know the answer.

I can't fight anymore.

"Say it again, put your sword away"

"Ku......"

Follow the words of the big man and deliver the fine sword to the sheath.

With this man, even if we meet from the front, we can never win. If this is training with each other's fine swords, I guess the story is different, but because of the different style of swordsmanship, I can't handle it.

In the first place, on the forehand I could see, piercing with a fine sword did not stop the man from moving. of a woman, it can't be helped by the power of a child either. My prick couldn't have been a prick to a bee.

It was shallow.

I was on the diagram because I could beat an adult.

Two, a man in a hood walks out with his eyes on him.

…………

When you are surprised at who you are for the difference in standing with those around you, a big man asks the man in the hood in a strange way.

"These guys are fine, right?

A man with a hood in his eyes nodded at the inquiry of a big man.

Aren't you going to talk?

Perhaps you're keeping your identity from finding out.

Eventually, a big man opens his mouth.

"Follow me."

"... do you guys know what you're doing? It's a felony, isn't it, to find out about noble children?

"Tell that to your employer."

Then is the man in the hood the employer?

"So you are the employer of these people?

…………

"Answer me!

When I stuck up the voice of a man in the hood who kept quiet and didn't try to respond.

From a big man, I got a step flat in my throat.

... It was a moment. I didn't even have time to react.

Makes you feel the difference in power, one act.

"Princess, I'm in trouble when I make a scene. Be quiet. And Laceft's daughter."

"Ugh..."

"Please don't do any harm to Charlotte!

"Then make yourself comfortable. If you don't think about resisting, you don't have to do anything."

Although Risha also protested her temperament, she got sick of hearing the man's words.

Follow the big man as he is and follow the rest as he is led.

The road is a long way off the aristocratic neighborhood, to an unpopular section.

There, one carriage was parked.

... a two-headed boxcarriage so luxurious that it doesn't fit into a lonely place. The windows are equipped with curtains, and if they can be closed, you won't see what's going on inside from the outside.

The carriage was boarded by myself, Leisha, and a big man and a man in the hood.

"... Charlotte."

"... Leesha. Find a way to escape."

"... Yes"

"... if you can't do that"

"... I know. As a descendant of the aristocracy, if enough to be humiliated."

Reesha, who said so, shudders a little.

The word that follows is "choose death".

be sold off.

They make it a toy for people who love things.

The end of an exposed child is as much as it is.

Being struck like that is nothing but shame as a child of nobility. In order to protect the honour of your home, you choose to die clean. If that happens, it's a last resort we can do to protect the pride of our nobility.

... but I don't want Risha to do that.

Somehow, I wanted to let her get away with it.

Eventually, it was - it was Marquis Gaston's mansion - that got me there in the carriage.

It's a luxury hall. Because I visited the other day, I couldn't have seen it wrong.

The approach, which runs from the gate to the front door, is lined with a number of bronze statues handled by prominent sculptors, and on a terrace with tiles, chairs and tables in parasols. Stepping in, I get the scent of a rose.

"What is your employer? No way."

Come on. Come on.

As it is, it is passed into the guest room of the mansion.

As bewildered, Riesha and I were seated on the couch for visitors, and eventually a servant prepared tea. The response was no different than when we welcomed the guests, and they even put a pile of tea treats on the table in front of us.

But gradually I understood what this figure meant.

That seems to have been the same for Risha, making a nervous face.

A while later, a man came into the guest room.

Dressed in a silk jacket, blonde sturdy.

He was the lord of the hall, Marquis Carw Gaston.

"Marquis Carw Gaston......"

"Ladies, I am truly sorry for the way you invited me."

The Marquis first utters words of apology.

But there is no such thing as a bad bare gesture at all.

It looks clear, as if you're flattering it.

"I'm in a good mood, Marquis. I'm going to ask you frankly, what kind of hobby is this?

Greetings are also asked there, the Marquis said,

"No, no, I thought I'd let the ladies have some souvenirs. As I said, I apologize for the way I invited you."

"... I will report you to your father on this matter"

"Oh, I don't mind."

I was going to plant a toge to greet him, but the Marquis is laughing like he's not going to get any itches.

"You can afford it"

"Naturally. You told your father about this, and it's not like there's a crack between me and the Count."

"It's..."

"That's what politics is. You better remember."

That's what the Marquis said, and when he lit a cut cigar, he sprinkles it violently two or three times harder.

Whether I did something while kidnapping or guilty, I even said "No way" first.

But it's hard to say it's a vanity. There are no witnesses at all. In fact, this is how they entertain us. I was told that I protected the danger, or that I or Leisha was mistaken, and if they cut through the white, I would end up nagging.

And then, as I said earlier, you can let me take it home, even a souvenir.

On the contrary, it can be appreciated.

And. There's nothing we can do about complaining about our relationship with the men who brought us here, if they tell us they did it on their own. Naturally, the evidence of their involvement with the Marquis will be erased. That's about it. They have the power to do what they do.

"Well, that's why you guys were brought here - don't you know that already?

When the Marquis turns to Reesha's contained gaze, she asks back with a clear face.

"What are you talking about?

"Miss Riesha. Me and Belly Arts can't compete. But in that case, you really seem to have it. So, do you know what that is?

"... it's a document, isn't it?

"Sure it is... well fine. I wish it was just the paperwork. If we lose the books, we're gonna have a little trouble."

That's what the Marquis says, puts one breath down, gets to the point.

"Can I have that back, please?

"... not here"

"Okay, let's change the question. Did you give it to someone yet? For example, to officials of the Inspectorate."

…………

Liesha remains silent and takes Marquis' gaze.

Because opening your mouth here is against her justice.

To which she does not answer, the Marquis sighs like tired.

"Miss Riesha. I don't want to make things bigger, either. If you can return those papers and books, that's fine."

To the Marquis' statement that it would not be any more "in the dark, but Leisha remained silent. I guess you don't want to give in easily. From the moment I found out what was in the black bag, it was noble possession that was moving her. This silence is due to the strict adherence to the teachings of that one in purity.

This is how it withstands the silent pressure of the Marquis.

"... you just don't want to answer, do you? Then I have an idea. - Hey."

It was when the Marquis uttered such a voice.

Suddenly, a big man who was holding back behind his back pulled his arm.

"Yikes!?

"Dear Charlotte!?

"Whoa, don't move."

From a big man, I can poke a little sword.

Threatening to take a hostage named yourself?

The Marquis, on the other hand, after confirming it, turns his gaze to Riesha again.

"Miss Riesha. Let's ask again. Where are the papers and books? If you don't answer, the Count's son will be harmed.

"... Leesha. You don't have to tell me. This is just a threat. I can't hurt anything--"

"I mean it. Besides, the guy says I do it, I do it."

As the saying goes, the little sword comes even closer to the neck muscle and hits the neck. The blade is as sharp as thoughts. If you move it, your skin will cut off easily, for example.

"Oh, if you hurt me, you won't get away with it, will you?

"I would. But then we'll just have to do it another way. No one has seen you."

Reesha gives me anxious eyes. I can hurt you like this. All of it, if you correctly draw the will of the Marquis, you will be killed.

In exchange for the lives of others, would it not be possible to break the hold as well?

For a while, Riesha was trembling at the confusion of responsibility and anger, anxiety and confusion, but eventually fell apart regrettably.

"... I keep the bag containing the evidence with my brother"

"Right."

The Marquis, who made Risha confess, gives instructions immediately.

I'm guessing we should take some action against Arcs.

Free from the arms of a big man.

"Let's have them stay in this room until they get their bags. Oh, for the Laceft family's son, I'm sorry, but I'll have a monkey monkey on it. Just in case."

That said, the Marquis was leaving the guest room.