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

On this day Riesha was called to the First Office of her father Joshua, in the house of the Laceft family.

This is a room used for practical work by the Laceft family owners for generations.

Behind the desk, the military flag of the Laceft family is crossed.

The carpets and curtains are unified in calm shades.

A leather sofa and a glass table are also placed, which also combines the face of the reception room.

Since the erection of the aristocratic family, the interior of the Laceft family is intended to be of solid quality, so it is basically not obsessed with ornamental decorations as gorgeous as other houses.

If you want to spend money on luxury that you don't have to do, such as furniture conditioning, spend it on war expenses and devote it to the royal family, because it's a creed that goes on with cotton from the first generation.

Since there are other means of demonstrating the economic power of your home, when it comes to newly incorporated products, it is about the degree of collision between lighting, tables, and shredded glass using [brilliant glass].

Now he is sitting on a couch in front of the concierge with his father Joshua.

Sitting face-to-face across a glass table is Crave Arvent, Joshua's real brother.

He is a kind uncle who makes me one of the kingdom's proud guides of national magic and adores me like a daughter about myself.

"- Brother, thank you for having responded to this call."

"Whoa. But what the hell kind of wind is that today? So much awe?

Crave looked strange because of Joshua's attitude.

Joshua's usual way of treating Crave has never been so tough.

Although there is a pan between the two without it, the brotherly intimacy is decent.

But Joshua was a little different today.

Are you angry?

Is it irritating?

I feel in a bad mood at any rate.

Joshua does not answer Crave's question and takes something out of the wrap he had prepared on the side.

That's a glass tube fitted into a wooden frame.

The bottom of a clear glass tube accumulates something like red liquid.

The wooden frame is nervously precisely engraved with scales.

At first glance, it was a tool that I didn't know what to use for.

And Joshua put it on the table,

- I'd like to ask you frankly about this.

When Joshua asked in a harsh tone, Crave first sputtered the cigar smoke he was smoking toward the ceiling.

And

"Before I do, I have to ask you as a national magician, too. How did you get this guy home?"

What Crave has revealed is an even harsher tone and attitude than Joshua's.

It's like strongly blaming you for breaking strict rules.

"I know the management of this is strict. I got a special loan."

"You used some of the weaknesses you gripped, didn't you? You awful bastard."

"That's all we have to do."

said.

From the conversation between the two of them, I knew that the tools that were now on the table were quite important.

But only if it does.

"Father, what the hell is that?

"This is a tool for measuring the amount of magic."

"How much magic do you have!?

"That's right. Unleashing magic like this..."

As Joshua releases his magic outside the body, the red liquid that was at the bottom of the glass tube stretches upwards.

Because the wooden frame is scaled, it probably corresponds to it.

I know because I've been studying magic.

This is an uninterrupted invention.

I'm surprised, too.

Give me the end of the Wizard myself.

Driven by a desire to use it immediately, but fearful and unable to reach out.

Then, with Crave's somewhat harsh voice.

"Liesha, this is a national secret that has not yet been officially announced. Don't tell anyone what you just saw or what they're going to talk about here. All right?"

"Yes..."

For once, I returned the answer to Crave's words as a martial artist.

"Um, is that for your brother too?

"... yes"

"Really..."

I'm sorry.

If I told you about this existence, that guy who likes magic, he must have been happy.

Every time I visit you always, you tell me so many things, but I can't tell you this important thing.

I don't know.

When I asked about my brother, for a moment my father Joshua gave me a hard gaze.

I guess Joshua is more concerned with tools to measure this amount of magic than that.

Call to Crave to encourage him to answer the question.

"Brother."

"Why are you asking me about this in the first place?

"It's the result of wiping out the possibilities one by one. As I explored my origins, my brother, I got to you."

"Hmm?"

"Did you make this?

"No. Not me."

"Are you going to cut Shira?

"It's true. I can't make anything like that."

"Then where the hell did you come from!

Joshua's tone gets stronger.

Although my shoulders snap for a moment in a mundane shout.

Crave on the other hand could afford so much that he could even have a thin grin.

"From where? What are you talking about? That sounds like there's still some other way out, huh?

"Don't try to roll it in smoke! That's why someone named you!

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry about what happened."

That's what Crave says, forgives Joshua, and starts smoking cigars again.

As awkward silence dominates the field, I'll fumble and try to have that tool.

The tools to measure the amount of magic are easy to hold by hand and not so heavy.

When you release magic, the liquid that builds up at the bottom still stretches up, indicating a change in magic power.

The scale is well determined.

The delimited numerical parts are conspicuously finished so that the quantity is visible at a glance.

And by the way, characters of a kind that are neither the letters of the kingdom nor [magic letters (arts glyphs)] are listed.

Is it a sign of something?

But I recognize this letter somewhere.

(Ah...)

So, okay.

Who the hell made this?

This meticulous detail.

Engraving incorporated to the point of nervousness.

Definitely.

He's the one who made this.

Then I know why Crave insists that he didn't make it.

(Brother...)

He was a person who did all sorts of things, but I didn't know he was going to make something like this.

There, I realize.

Yes, that's why Gastarks said those words that day.

Perhaps that day, some important meeting was held and the existence and the producer of this was announced.

Gastarks hears that guy made it.

Give yourself words of encouragement.

Joshua's pursuit was met with impatience.

... That man had always been neglected by his father and mother and made cold by his servants.

The man who entrusted the affair has finally achieved enough credit to be recognized.

That was pure, delightful.

"... Joshua. Give it back properly. I'm gonna do something I didn't see this time."

"I know."

"Is that true? This is already a royal deposit. I have His Majesty's word. If you imitate something funny, Your Majesty will crush Laceft instantly?

"Still, I am! I..."

Joshua was distracted, but swallowed his angry voice all the way there.

On my disappointed dropped shoulder, I can feel the loneliness that somewhere reminds me of my disappointment.

To Joshua like that, Crave,

"... well, I know how you feel. I'm not. If I had made it, I would have taught you."

Why did Joshua fall into disrepute?

Because Crave sealed the question?

No, you're not.

Joshua wanted me to tell her what Crave made out of Crave's mouth.

Joshua shows Crave a tough attitude from time to time.

Crave, on the other hand, also behaves in a way that would tear Joshua apart.

Though we do both have complex emotions.

But we don't hate each other.

Otherwise, why are we allowing free access to the main house or calling each other on something?

If you really don't like it, neither of us should want to see your face.

You should be in more obvious behavior.

There is a pan, but there is a definite bond.

That's why Joshua got angry that Crave didn't say anything.

Joshua is Crave's brother.

... but this was made by that guy.

So Crave doesn't tell Joshua who made this.

Never.

Absolutely.

When Joshua re-wraps the tools, Crave puts the bag on the table.

And I took it out of there.

"And, Risha. To you."

"To me, is it?

"Oh."

What Crave took out was what Joshua put back in the wrap earlier.

It was a tool to measure the amount of magic.

Joshua looks surprised.

"Are you sure?

"The guy who made it. It's just hope. Get him under control. If I let other guys use it or flush it."

"I know that"

"And don't take it away."

"I won't do that!

"Fine then. And then remember, this is the royal deposit. That's all I can say."

"... right"

That's what Joshua says, give up pursuit.

If I could smell the royal involvement, would I have to convince you?

But if you think about it, you'll soon find out it was that guy who made this.

But Joshua can't figure out such an easy thing.

No, it's not.

Joshua doesn't want to know.

So I'm desperate to make someone else the person who made this.

Because I believe in incompetence about that guy, because I want to believe he's incompetent.

And all that magical skill.

Such a great feat too.

It will never be tied to him.

And Crave, too, is using it because he knows it.

Joshua would never believe it if he wasn't poked from the front.

That's why we're not talking about answers, we're trying to smell more royal involvement, and we're trying to make it Ariel.

No, maybe this is what that guy thought too.

- People try to believe what they want to believe.

That's what he used to say when he looked back at the Marquis' case.

The subject is the mercenary head.

Once imprinted on his head, "Arcs is incompetent," the mercenary head stumbled on, and he didn't stop insulting that guy.

This is just like that.

I'm sure Joshua will continue to call his brother incompetent.

Because my brother has to be incompetent.

... Maybe in the future, I'll have stricter magic instruction for myself.

But where I want it.

Because if that's not the case, I'm sure I'll be left by that guy.