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

After Kazzi's private sentence.

Some time after tying up the Marquis, the outside became noisy.

That's for the rescue Noah was calling for arrived.

Crave had put in a report beforehand, so he was finally ready for it - rather than rushing because there was a lot of noise.

Until then, we should have prepared ourselves so that no movement could be understood by the Marquis, and had the means at our disposal, from direct negotiations to raids.

The garden of evil taste, which the Marquis boasts, naturally assembled not only Raceft, but also Crave's gestures, even those of the Kremerians and other nobles who tire there.

What I waited for on the spot where I left the Marquis Mansion, however, was a confrontation with Joshua Laceft, the head of the Laceft family who rushed.

By Joshua's side, his wife, Celine, refrained, and had a chilling gaze on this one, surrounded by many stiffened by his gestures, such as the man of the branch and his men.

Joshua is the best opener when he takes Risha forward.

"Oh! Risha! You're safe!

"Father..."

Joshua sees Liesha safe and gives a relief look, but that quickly turns around. Look at this one with a tough look,

"- You! Do something terrible!

His face turns bright red as the blaze of fire, and he showers a yell that just blows the fire.

"Blaming me is a mystery. If you have any complaints, tell the Marquis who is fainting there."

Mouth it in a cool way, pointing to the marquis who had Kazzi pull it over.

The Marquis was so beaten to death that his face was swollen to swelling and the bug breath.

Has Joshua felt a sense of crisis in the Marquis's faint wheeze?

"Dear Marquis..."

"Oh my God... are you worried about the bad guys to do it first? I'm sure you know what's going on."

Yes, being here must mean we've already talked about it from Crave.

Even with regard to the circumstances, he must have told me.

Despite this, the concern of the villains - that is, the beginning and end of worrying about each other in noble houses.

Naturally taken for granted as the Lord, but as irrational as ever.

"Huh, didn't you do something!?

"So the Marquis, not me."

"Then why is this important! If only you hadn't done something crazy."

"... oh, you don't know what we're talking about anymore. Really! Are you out of your mind!?

"You!!

"... ugh!!

Joshua, with his anger, is under intense pressure.

It is the intimidation of the head of a magical military family.

Hot, heavy pressure like being crushed from the top with a giant baking pan.

I let magic power say things, force moves.

The slightest distraction, the more likely it is to fall.

But we must not lose this.

Yes, because I have to beat this one day, directly from the front.

That step has already been taken.

Along the way, here, if anything, even a step back, I will continue to yield to the pressure of this man.

Just because you have less magic.

Just because I'm younger.

Because if you use them as an excuse, you will continue to spoil them to defeat with such an excuse.

So I hold my legs back with my energy trying to shake them out and excite my mind.

I hit my gaze while realizing I was many times tougher when confronted with the Marquis and mercenary heads.

Didn't Joshua care about such defiant attitudes and glances?

Irrationally, fists fly.

That's what I felt, that's when.

- Joshua, that's it.

"Eh, Count..."

It was the old gentleman who took Charlotte aside who spoke to Joshua making a clenching fist.

Dark hair with grey interlaced grays.

Deep carved face with clear facial irregularities.

Although skinny, the white jacket has muscles that emerge, and you can see how it's working out.

On the chest, there is a medal, a proof of much success in the National Army.

That was what accompanied my eyes so slightly.

Age would be more than one turn higher than Joshua's, from the looks of it.

But - strong. I stuck my foot in the border of old. Yeah, so much so that I could tell that all things were on a few steps of Joshua that I was confronted with right now, even though I wasn't emitting any particular martial arts or anything.

Countess - As you can see from taking Charlotte aside, it would be her father, Perth Kremeria, head of the Eastern military family and one of the generals of the National Army, that person.

The Earl complains to Joshua in a tone that includes some severity.

"I'm not impressed as a parent with the same child to beat his son up without asking about the details."

"But my lord. Looks like I'll return your word, but this is a matter for my family. In these cases, we have to stick to it."

"Hmm? Then only the people in your house were involved in this matter. Is that what you're saying our family has nothing to do with this?

"Oh, that's..."

"Now, my daughter is known. At that point, the treatment of his is not just a matter for your house. Isn't it?

To the Earl's words, Joshua pushes silently without being able to say anything.

At a time when Charlotte is involved, it is the Count's assertion that things should be shared by both Laceft and Clemelia. Then I guess there is room to pinch the mouth about the treatment of those involved.

... Either way, the Earl Principal has sheltered me, so it seems that the earlier words made more of a mistake than preached the right way.

The Earl, who temporarily silenced Joshua, now drops his gaze here.

"Are you sure in arcs reiceft"

"Yes, Count. I'll see you first."

Softly, I kneel down on the ground like I did to Charlotte and thank her.

Meanwhile, the Count, with a voice that seemed strict as it was, but felt tender,

"I don't mind making it easier"

"Ha"

"I haven't figured out the jewelry of the history yet, but it looks like my daughter's been taken care of"

"No, there is no excuse to get your son into this situation"

When I say that, Charlotte will even shelter me.

"Father. Arks-kun is nothing wrong. The Marquis found us, and he came courageously to help us."

Next to her, Riesha also appeals to Joshua.

"Father. Cause of being caught is on me. If you're going to blame me, don't blame me."

"Ri, Risha......"

Is it confusing that Joshua should also be strongly sued by her dear daughter (Risha)?

There, the Count speaks.

"Joshua, let's not. If the Marquis had spread evil, it would be misguided to blame the Son"

"... if Your Excellency may"

That's what Joshua says and pulls back.

Naturally, the face looked terribly bitter.

Anyway, it seems likely that the Count came here after he got quite informed that he would say the same.

Then thinking about where that source is now, he was struck by the feeling that the hot air was coming from across.

That quickly turns into a strong burning sensation as if your skin is on fire.

The Marquis Mansion has not been lit, nor has there been a fire.

Nonetheless, what the hell is it that made you feel the equivalent of heat?

Looking in that direction after the answer, there was the appearance of Crave Arvent, who followed such a prestigious wind that he saw it as a hell-burning flame.

He is hooked on his shoulder with a uniform that shows a demon mentor belonging to the National Army, and his chest shines with so many medals that he is comparable to the Count. Sleeves are swept away, exposing arms full of lacerations and burns. He has a large wave of cigars on his mouth and blows purple smoke.

There are also many magicians and other things on the field, situations where anger still flies.

A leisurely stroll through such a training ground is perfectly worthy of the mighty.

And that's so much so that even the martial arts of Countess owner Perth Clemelia, who outstripped Joshua's temper, can't seem to live up to this.

Joshua or his gesture turns his gaze, but by contrast, when Crave glances at him, he drinks solidly, stiffens his body with tension, or shows a slightly dull bare gesture.

What Crave has on his chest is anger, or is he just in a battle position because of his training grounds?

He comes in here silently for some reason.

And

"This wondrous boy. Run on your own."

Sesame seeds.

"It hurts!!

Stars scatter in front of you.

Crave shook down a heavy, hard fist bone.

"Totally, instead of turning the noise up, you can't wait a little longer."

Spitted out were words of fright and confusion.

But I'm pretty sure it was a situation where we couldn't wait for reinforcements.

"Oh, uncle, the situation must be in your ear..."

"That's why I'm talking about how I can stay angry. We've been talking about the seal tower, right?

"Ugh..."

Fuji Charlotte approaches Crave, who is about to start preaching in this situation.

Melted Iron Demon Master

"This is the princess of Cremelia. You're safe."

"The Marquis was trying to kill us. I know there was some respite, but if there was a slight mishang, there probably wouldn't have been a life. I think Arks-kun was right when he showed up to the rescue."

"I know that too, because it's also adult's job to beat him up tight when these things happen"

"Really? Then it was my turn."

Charlotte is convinced to say so and returns to the Count again.

After Crave had seen it through, he now took an abbreviated thank you to the Count.

"My lord, I apologize for the great concern I have with you this time."

"Uh-huh. But you can't get an apology from Lord Melted Iron this time. This is what they do when they ask for responsibility."

"Ha"

Usually, the attitude of my uncle, such as the pictorial depiction of running away, has changed so much now.

Isn't it the first time you've seen such a courteous uncle?

The two are short, and when we exchange such exchanges, the Earl turns his gaze to this side of the fence.

"Arcs there, I hear, is your apprentice?

"Ha. He's quite an interesting apprentice and I'm always amazed"

"Sure, I guess it's funny. But to escape the sealed tower, with only a few gestures, the Marquis raid...... isn't it too much to teach that we can get this far this year?

"No, I'm still thinking about the year and reducing it."

"Huh!? Is that what you're doing?!?

"Naturally, though. What, you want more? Hmm?"

Swallow the word "hia" that went all the way out to your throat.

Intolerant interpersonal training, swordsmanship, equestrianism, and more for your daily run in.

The fact that we are doing something with it was a war inside.

The Earl, who watched such an exchange, gave a creaking grin as to whether the crushed exchange was interesting.

Joshua, on the other hand, looked wary of Crave somewhere,

"... brother"

"Josh, I'm checking inside right now. I'm pretty sure the Marquis is guilty, huh? You've done all you can."

"You think this is all gonna make it easier for you to get tired of your house?

"What are you talking about? It would be our parents' job to do that, wouldn't it?

"Mm..."

"We're looking for allies right now. Well, the Marquis is making enemies. Faction fights will be light-handed."

But if you hit it bad, it's war.

Was the Count afraid of that, too?

"Hmm. I can't say for sure that's never going to happen."

Charlotte looks anxiously at the Count as he narrows his eyes and whispers his chin.

"Oh, Father. Didn't this thing originally start with the Marquis's injustice...?

"Shull. Remember that. Noble societies don't clean up in truth. I don't care how bad they are."

"Oh no..."

Charlotte's anxiety increases even further.

But that's the truth.

If the kingdom were a fully ruled state, it would still change the story, but the kingdom is a monarchy. It takes the form of the royal family laying down the law and bringing together local and independent monarchs.

Disputes between nobles remain, naturally, because not all of the nobility's actions can be restricted by the royal family under this system. Of course, if something goes wrong, the royal family goes into arbitration, and if anyone violates the law laid down by the royal family, the denial will be made.

But that's a story if you're willing to judge the royal family.

If the royal family takes the position of weighing interests, not making a fair ruling and sitting down, then naturally the settlement is disputed among the nobles.

political or otherwise.

It can be forcible.

... As for Arcs, as I told the Marquis, the Royal sees himself in a situation where he takes or has to take a position to acquit the Marquis. That was analyzed from the amount of information he was holding, but he didn't share everything with the adults (Crave), so his worries wouldn't be cleared up.

So I remember something I had to ask you.

His opponent is the Marquis, who is fainting.

In all sorts of belly mixes, I kicked the Marquis.

"Ha!?

"Hey, hey, hey, wake up."

Then the Marquis regains consciousness… he immediately understands the situation or looks abominably at this one.

"How dare you... to me"

Being spit out of the Marquis' mouth is, naturally, a matter of resentment.

But his words didn't last any longer.

That should be it, too.

Immediately, pressure is exerted from the three sides.

Perth, of course, told Crave, even Joshua, who had earlier seen the state of the Marquis and showed concern.

Even people who cared about decency still cared about their daughter. The stretched figure was a man with a daughter. That's what his parents showed him.

Together, it is a force unleashed by the General and his deputies, as well as by one of the kingdom's highest forces.

That's three at the same time.

No matter how prestigious the Marquis is, there is no reason to endure it.

The beginning and end of a squeezed, faint scream, pale face, sloppy and cold sweating.

Then, with Perth's badly chilled out voice,

"Marquis, there are many things I'd like to ask you... but first, explain them to the royal family."

"Yes, I don't care how much Uncle Clemelia says, I just need to do this."

"Hmm? So you think you can deal with me? Regardless, this one will mobilize all forces in the east, are you ready for Lord Gaston?

"Ugh, gu..."

All forces in the east.

If you want to receive it on par, it's simply a quarter of the military power the kingdom can mobilize.

Not all of that would be usable, of course, because we would have to have the protection of the border and the endorsement of the nobles who mobilise it, but there is still nothing more as a threat.

That's right, this is the story.

Marquis, I need to ask you something.

"Wow, you think I'm going to answer your question honestly..."

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. - So you know exactly who stole the evidence that it started?

…… If that's the case, I've already caught him. "

"Where?

"... it"

The Marquis mumbles.

After all, don't you know?

"... you didn't actually see the guy you stole it from with your own eyes, did you?

"No."

"All I had to do was report him."

…………

"I guess..."

Again, he's generally what I expected.

Then the Marquis, who does not yet know what it means, raises his voice in questioning.

"What the hell is this all about?

"Well."

When I said that and responded appropriately, Crave said,

"Is that enough?

"Yeah, I heard what I had to ask."

Answer that to Crave and the Count will compile a story about your home.

"Back to earlier, there's no way I'm going to have a hard time with the kids. Adults have to deal with what they can do."

"Ha"

"I'm going to do it more than that."

Joshua and Crave both agree to the Count's proposal.

Eventually, when we reached a paragraph, Joshua glanced at us and took Riesha to peel off.

My mother Celine, who had refrained, hugs Risha like she cares.

"Huh..."

When I saw it, I felt painful without a chest on my lid.

He thought all his emotions and such had disappeared, but he still had emotions to remember the pain. But how ironic it hurts to be shown kindness rather than being hit hard.

After enduring chest pain for a while, fu, Kazui, who was lying down, called out.

"What, other than my sister, do you hate me?

"... oh wow"

"I saved your family and this. Then you won't let me do it either, will you?

"............... right"

When I answered that, did Kazzi also take this feeling into account somewhat, and I didn't go on to say anything more.

Either way, if you're not feeling dark, you change your mind with your cheeks up.

"- Fair enough. than that."

"What the hell?

"Hey, I have somewhere I'm going to go, is Kazzi coming with me?

"Ah? From now on? What's this all about?

Then Crave, who listened, joins the story.

"What the hell, Arcs? You still got something?

"Yes."

So he folded, and Noah appeared, who had taken his seat off.

Forever, as he appears to melt out of the darkness, so says the ninja in the land of men.

"Dear Arcs,"

"Are you back? So?"

"Yes. As you said, the killer said he was watching the crime scene"

"I guess. What are the characteristics? After all?"

"Reesha, it matches what you just asked."

"I thought you were from the Inspectorate?

"Seems so"

The two of them, going on like that, Kazzi turns a suspicious glance at Noah.

"No, you've been gone all of a sudden since you left the mansion."

"Yes, when I left the mansion, Arcs gave me my life."

Then, Crave puts his hand on his chin and shows him the sleigh he found on something.

"Is that what you said to the Marquis earlier...... I see. I'm starting to read more and more muscles..."

"Uncle, will you come up too?

"No, I'm going back to the Marquis' mansion. If the Inspectorate is involved, we have to find something more important than them and maybe take it. You guys get the mon you need."

"Please"

"Damn, it's normal for kids to bother adults, but in your case, it's too much, right? From now on, weigh yourself in, right?

"Uh..."

Yes, to put it all out, Crave sighs somewhere frightened.

"That's honest. That's a lie, but if you don't pretend you can leave, you can't get over this ride, okay?

"Yep..."

Uncle, what the hell kind of person do you want to be?

But now is not the time to be confused.

"So? Noah, where is he?

"Yes. This way."

That's what Noah says, encourages movement.

Yes, to the back of the curtain.