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

The place where Arcs was brought to mercenaries is on the outskirts of Wangdu North.

It is a prison, commonly known as the [Heavenly Seal Tower], that was built to house sinful magicians.

The exterior of this building is white, the cylindrical building stretches straight up and up, and the walls of what looks like windows are flat with no irregularities.

It is like a building of the future.

For this reason, or even in the Wang capital, its foreign sensation is so serious that when it is placed in sight with other buildings, it obviously feels floating.

But the surprising part of this building is not there.

All in all, 10,000 people marvel at this because the word [heavenly realm] [tower] is used in the name of this building, so even if you look up, you can't see ahead.

Even with the sightings, the height is equivalent to more than thirty floors of the building.

There is a scale that reminds me of tower apartments, radio towers, etc. that were in the man's world.

The reason why something of height, which can never be made with current architectural technology, exists in this way is because this was originally an ancient building, he said.

It is said that it was built before the Wang capital was built - perhaps in a time when [the magicians' ground song] was used, and that it was renovated and jailed.

It would be a common cognition that once a sinner is accommodated here, it is almost impossible to leave.

All the guards selected in the kingdom are deployed, packing them all over the floors so that the sinners can't escape if they make a mistake.

It is impossible to get off scratching the eyes of the number, because of the nature of the building, it is not possible to convey the outside and get off, it is too expensive to jump off.

Could it be that Arcs was now screaming in such a place?

"- What do you mean you can go to jail without even doing a little research?!?

When he woke up, he was held in arms by the guards, his number, and taken to prison.

He lost his mind at the Marquis Mansion and was handed over to them immediately after being transported by the mercenaries.

It shouldn't be so easy for anyone to accommodate, but I guess there was a Marquis breath in his turn.

Of course, as soon as I realized, I shouted protest at the guards.

"Until we do the work we are instructed to do."

That said, the number just returns the words as per the manual.

That's why I'm complaining so secretly.

"... hey, you guys don't think it's weird that kids are sent here like this?

"We are not empowered to be heard. Our job is only to connect those who are instructed to prison."

"Is that all right with you? Then you're a man awaiting instructions! Waiting for instructions, man!

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"Are you listening!?

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"Ohhhhh!! I don't get it. Just them! What's going on here? What the hell!"

He complains about the stiff heads.

But they all go through without ears to ask.

Because they don't wield violence, I guess they also feel at first the strangeness of the child being brought in - but I guess that means there's nothing they can do about it.

Are you saying that if you were petitioned by the superior nobility of the kingdom, the Marquis, in a position of superiority, it would make no sense either?

- The world is gold, gold.

What I remember is that word I heard before I lost my mind.

Once again, I am reminded of the strength of power: status and money.

But.

I can't afford to be treading here.

There is no longer a moment of respite beyond Reesha's failure to protect her.

The Marquis "asked him to be gone" at that time, making him smell harmful in the dark.

Then if we don't somehow take this place off and go help her, Riesha's body is in danger.

... but just in these few opponents, it's not like you can get violent and do something about it.

The left and right are pinched by the knuckles, and the arms are held together, both in front and behind them, by a guard equipped with powerful protective equipment.

With distance it may be possible to magically cut through, but this number is impossible at this distance.

But...

(You don't even attach monkeys to children in military families whose magic is strength...)

Normally, I think it is common for monkeys to be attached to magicians in case they don't cast spells, but they fail to take such measures here.

Because I have absolute confidence in protection, or, no, maybe they don't think there's anything about it where a child is raped.

In the first place, before magic could be used, it could be that they didn't know who they were.

Observe your surroundings trying to at least do something while they take you and you can't do anything.

The walls that make up the passage are thick, but not made from stone, which is mainstream.

Hospital inpatient building?

It is also like a laboratory that comes out to SF.

The walls are monochromatic and flat with no wastage irregularities.

A large piece of glass is used so that it can be seen in the room everywhere.

It also looks brittle at first glance, but what was built in the days of [the Mages' Ground Song] said that was the magic technique of the time used for all things.

One piece of glass material would be sturdy enough to be unparalleled right now.

The difficulty of getting out of jail can be seen in these ways as well.

The guards took me and climbed the stairs quite a bit.

Probably at quite a height.

Think about the number of stairs and how they fold back, like twenty to thirty floors.

When I come around here, gradually more rooms are used as prisons.

Has the cell been recreated by smashing through the room, or is it fitted with a metal lattice such as a jar house, inside which criminals are put in?

Eventually, it was the deepest cell on this floor.

"This is where you're going."

The guard pushes me on the back and looks at my cell.

Again, like other rooms, the white, flat room is fitted with an iron lattice, with bunk beds inside, buckets for draining.

And there was one shadow.

Apparently, there's a client in the room.

"Companion room?"

"No, that can't be..."

The guard sounds surprised and peeks into the prison.

Eventually, I vomited one shuddering sigh about whether there was any point in it.

"... hey guari. You haven't left yet."

When the guards say that, they get a response back from inside the cell.

"- You left, there's nowhere to go."

"How long has it been since I sat there saying that? This isn't an inn, is it?

"Hmm? Were you? It's clean, and I thought it would be a nice place to come out to dinner if you shut up. Kihihi."

"............... I'll tell you not to give me your share anymore"

"That's cold. So? What's going on today?

In response to such client inquiries, the guards

"I brought in a man to put in this cell."

"Ho. Will this place be buried at last?"

"That's right. So get the hell out of here and work for real. You'd be worth as much as you work."

A guard lays sighs, lightly striking the pattern of a wand for control on the floor.

I suppose they are open to the indulgent attitude of their clients.

"Look, it's your room. Get in."

The entrance is opened and put in a cell so that it can be pushed in.

Then an ancestor who was sleeping on the bed raised a voice that seemed unexpected.

"What? Aren't you a lot of little people? - Am I right?

What showered me was such a surprising voice.

What is the matter? From the context, it seems to me that at the end of the day, the suspicion has deepened.

The face of the foreigner who made such a voice certainly looked familiar.

"Are you..."

"This guy..."

Nowadays, the opponent who looked at each other was the man who one day repelled with Swoo.