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

A few days have passed since Louise Rustinel, the Great Lord, took control of the strongholds of the operatives sent from Nadar to rescue King Prince Seylan.

While Arcs was being entertained by Noah, and Kazi and the three of them, at Rustinel's Hall, a report came in.

- Louise Rustinel took turns and hurried horses through the night after leaving the territorial capital, breaking through the precinct. He said he followed in the footsteps of a line of Prince Wang as he kicked the defensemen who were guarding the Nadar border side Guan with the soldiers.

On the other hand, Prince Seylan said he had just entered Nadar territory, rendezvous with Louise where he was staying in the first city. They received a report from her about a series of incidents, after which they were able to safely pull into Rustinel territory.

No pursuit from the Nadar side, no raids by agents who were bandits in other territories.

The retreat, which was more threatened than initially, ended with mere concern.

This makes it possible to frustrate Polk Nadar's plans to raid Seylan, such as a relief first.

But naturally, that's not the end of the story.

According to reports then delivered, Seylan, who withdrew from Nadar territory, moved its base to Narvarondo, a fortified city on Rustinel territory, and immediately called on the surrounding clans to crusade for Polk Nadar.

Issue a sentence appealing to the Western nobility for legitimacy about the Polk Nadar crusade.

Then to form the army, we collect the forces of the western kingdom, such as nobles, monarchs, and small lords.

While eating bubbles, not only on the Nadar side, but even on the allies side, with too quick and decisive action.

Where the Hordes have gradually gathered on the Sailan side, the Nadar side is also interested in the army and declares war against the royal family.

Make a declaration of a bee to the effect of hostility to the Kingdom of Rhinol.

Currently, Polk Nadar's army is advancing four thousand troops toward Rustinel territory, along with standing and conscripts and mercenary regiments hired with gold.

The invasion of the British Empire, which as an Arcs seemed to be behind it, was also expected, but contrary to that expectation, the Empire looked static. The fact that we may just not have launched the military action that we initiated, but the truth is that it will be fulfilled.

- Something's taken care of.

That's the impression Arcs had about this one.

I may be over-conscious, but with my own little behavior, I couldn't help but seem to have developed into a war.

Even though this was inevitable, even if Arcs himself didn't do something, what a strange feeling.

"I didn't know that just trivial actions would cause civil strife. Arcs, you're like a mastermind pulling a thread on the back stage."

"Ugh."

"But to reign in the back society is a lot too cute a face. Why don't you put it on a mask next time?

"Ugh."

It was another story that had such an exchange with the squire.

――――……

A few days after Prince Seylan declared the crusade of Polk Nadar.

The Arcs were called to Louise to visit the castle fort city of Narvarondo with Deet.

Louise, as she said in the warehouse district, apparently reported to Prince Seylan the activity of Arcs.

Therefore, Prince Wang himself would like to express his gratitude, and now, during the temporarily established sight, the aristocrats who visited to greet him are quietly awaiting that time.

… In the back between the sights, at the top of the radially spread staircase, a luxurious chair is set up, either prepared for Ceylan or, at the top, a lid with a different interest than the interior of this castle.

Does it also combine the meaning of hiding the figure of the noble? From the top of the canopy, the appearance such as the ancient Chinese throne, where whoever tries it forward and horizontally, hangs, and yet often appears in video works of the man's world, etc.

Now there is the figure of the next king, Saylan Crocellulod.

The outfit that fits you together is a long black outfit that gives you a sense of Chinese looks somewhere.

By the way, it has a flaming red colour and gold embroidery mimicking yellow dragons.

Slits are inserted from around the waist for ease of movement.

The cuffs were also made wide and made to remind me of robes throughout.

Anyway, I'm curious about your face... because the headscarf has a black veil (veil), I don't even know if it's a man or a woman.

Prince Rhinol's king seems to be tough to veil in an official setting until he grows up, and he never shows his face except for the royal family and its proximity.

Seylan should have been about the same age, but he also seems terribly calm.

There is no small gesture of confidence, such as that made by those who held high positions at a young age.

Even though it's natural to be there, it doesn't even collapse into a tattered appearance and remains quiet.

Moreover, there is even a certain majesty that is indescribable.

- In this world, the royalty of a great power is absolute.

The royalty of the man's world is considered particularly absolute because it is basically only on the extension line of the ruler, but the royalty of this world is synonymous with the transcendental existence like God in the man's world.

In fact, they say that everything that comes with royal blood has power beyond people's knowledge.

Therefore they are armed, intelligent, revered by men, and reign as kings.

... thus fu many nobles, like Seylan.

Sit in the chair on the stage.

No escorts on the lower level.

Louise Rustinel, a regional monarch who has been granted control of the territory, and Dieto, his son, refrain from being near Seylan, as do the escorts, because they are of a different character from the other nobles and lords.

Now the nobles of the West and the lords who were lords under Louise were kneeling before Seylan and stating their names and greetings.

"The Rustinel family is the minister, Garanga Uija. This time as the offering of the master, Louise Rustinel, the presence of His Royal Highness Prince Wang"

"Baron Lonell's house, Rover Lonell. This time, we have followed the orders of the gathering."

"Count Charlemagne's house, Pistoris Charlemagne. It's the first time I get your appreciation. This battle is for His Royal Highness the King."

etc.

Though not all the nobles and lords of the West seem to have gathered.

The Western aristocracy in response to Decree No. Forty-four combined senior subordinates.

The monarch is one in the Rustinel family. And then there's the sesame lords.

They're all gathered with gestures.

Meanwhile, it's a short word to be sent down from Seylan.

- Encourage well.

- I'm hoping to be active.

I'm not happy that I got involved, I'm just saying words that make just a cold impression.

... The kingdom of Rhinol is classified as a major power counted among the ranks.

The prince of the king of the kingdom is also a great authority.

Therefore, it would seem that he would be behaving in such a way as not to be insulted by others.

It was at that time that the end was visible in the greetings of the nobles that changes appeared in the rewards of such formal exchanges.

"- Or, people! My Lord General, you are here!!

From the entrance, a rushed report of a soldier enters, and from behind appears an old man of good stature.

Immediately afterwards, the indoor air changed.

Is it because of the intense martial power that the old man brings to himself?

However, as if the red-hot iron mass had rolled in during the glance, the air became hot and the burning sensation struck him. In a motion reminiscent of slowness, it also made me think of the flaming giant appearing in some myth, not to mention the shiatsu, the shiatsu and the wide walk.

Is it the old man's men who follow him further and further?

Each one of us has a breathtaking intimidation that gives us a glimpse of its strength.

For the first time in its appearance, which also seemed like an intrusion, the venue was wrapped in great deliberation.

The aristocrats waiting to say hello, to the side of the room to escape.

Make way for Prince Wang so that he doesn't want to buy the old man's unhappiness.

Eventually the hustle and bustle got even bigger when the old man poked his knee in front of Seylan.

"- Gadould Berhahn, take your captain to His Royal Highness the King."

Gadould Berhahn.

This name also sounds familiar to Arcs.

He is the head of a large faction based in the north-west of the Kingdom of Rhinol, and a general so brave that he himself is called the Grand General. As can be seen from the title of head of a faction, he runs a military state with high military power.

It has the Kingdom of Rhinol as its back shield and is also a great power of war that the Crocellulodes can accommodate on the west side.

When Gadould made his name up, he had a definite delight in Seylan's voice, which was pale and flanked.

"Oh, Admiral Gadwuld. I'm glad you responded to the rest of my request."

"If Mitsuya owes the royal family a favour, it is only natural that he should come under His Highness."

The first time we talk about Gadould is a clear one that doesn't make you feel old.

Your mouth will not wither, your voice will not wither, and you will see the power of certainty.

Also, it drips my head deep with words...

"However, I would like to refrain from convening this meeting."

The words that were then continued were unexpected to anyone.

From delightful to flickering, Seylan's voice turns to something that cools all at once.

"... Hmm? So you're not responding to the rest of the demands, and you're not sending reinforcements?

"Ha. You're absolutely right."

To that voice filled with disappointment, but Gadould returns so without a coward.

Again, the venue defied that attitude of being too disrespectful to the superiors.

"He said not to respond to His Highness's request!

"So how dare you show your face in front of His Highness!

"I don't know what the hell you're going to do with a general!

Towards Gadould, the voice of condemnation concentrates.

It was the nobles under the Kingdom who raised their voices. They behaved disrespectfully towards their master, the Crocellulodes, their children. Even people with powerful military powers want to bump into one of their anger.

But neither Gadould nor his subordinates take any action against the voice of condemnation.

Because of this, the voice of condemnation begins to increase even further.

In the fold where the noise was about to stop picking up, the proximity of Seylan made a sound that often passes.

"Solemnly, people. I'm still in the middle of a conversation. Or are people going to interfere with His Highness's words?

"Ugh..."

"Gu..."

The nobles who heard the words near them raised their groans sparkling and silenced.

It is necessary to condemn Gadould's disrespectful behaviour, but I suppose he assumed that he could not disturb the story of Seylan and restrained himself.

It has been quiet for a while.

First, Gadould opened his mouth.

"Midori came here because of her muscles. Even though I can't respond to this convocation, I didn't say a word of greeting to the great royal family until I thought it made no sense."

"So you came all the way out here with soldiers?"

"Ha"

Gadould keeps his knees poked and bows his head deep again.

But what is his intention in this action?

If you just go out and say hello and you don't respond to requests, buying Seylan's unhappiness is visible. You won't be the one who doesn't know that, and then why did you bother taking such action?

Few words, I can't tell from attitude.

To such an old general, Seylan,

"Gadwuld Berhahn. Let's ask him that."

"Ha"

"Why can't you send reinforcements while you say you owe the royal family in front of you? There will be a good reason to refuse to send troops."

"As for you, I believe it's because it's the best, but it's because of you"

"You think it's best?

"I don't know."

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

Saylan says so, often silently. Keep your gaudould facing.

That's just as if you're looking for invisible judgment material around him.

Eventually, did you get an answer?

"Mm-hmm. Aye. Okay. Gadould Berhahn. I came to greet him, and he was dauntless."

"Ha. We wish His Highness the best of luck in this battle. If so, I'd like you to excuse me."

"Right. I wanted to talk to you a little bit more about the rest... but you're gonna have to."

"Whenever it's normal. At that time, His Majesty Sinl would like to speak freely."

"Um, I'm looking forward to the rest then - but the general. Such a human being would also miss the fact that his return is shabby. You can also take souvenirs. Let's have what we want."

"Thank you for your concern"

And Gadould's greeting was settled that way.

It is not only myself, but also the other nobles, who are wondering about that exchange of plans reconciled somewhere.

It's no good letting someone who turns down reinforcements even have a souvenir. It's like I don't know what that means.

With such perplexity, Gadould went away from the sight with his subordination.

... Eventually, the greetings of the nobles who were the Lord were over and their turn finally came around.

"Arcs Laceft, before His Royal Highness Prince Wang!

When called near the side, the body becomes stiff due to tension.

Then there was Noah, who was holding me back next door.

(... Mr. Arcs. Come with care)

(... aren't you going to make me feel less nervous at times like this?

(You should be nervous about these places the other way around. If you are relaxed, you may be received as despising His Royal Highness the King around you. You perform yourself in fear of Your Highness)

(... I see)

(I checked beforehand, but again. You can look up after your second permit. After the greeting, bow your head, answer as little as possible and do not deny the words of His Royal Highness the King)

(Okay. Thanks)

After listening to Noah's rushing advice, he mimics the format and goes forward as he lowers his gaze to avoid seeing Seylan. While I think it's troublesome inside that Prince Wang shows up in front of the others and is tied to an old format, even though direct answers are thus allowed.

I walked out, and my surroundings were wrapped up in twitching.

Naturally, the reason for the hustle and bustle is different than it was in Gadould.

- Why do you have such a child?

- I've heard of it. Surely that name...

- What the hell is this all about?

The voice of doubt rises from all over, and the gaze of surprise concentrates.

Not something that feels very good, but I couldn't afford to worry about that right now.

It was shortly after he was instructed, heard Noah's words, and walked out before Seylan.

(This, is...?

Suddenly, intense tension binds the body to humiliation.

I quickly realized that that was what Seylan's pressure made me do.

A sweat seeps into his hands under a different kind of pressure from what the National Demon Instructors unleash, and the chilly chills fall on his entire body.

Skin tingling and paralysis.

Every time I try to move my body, it passes to the whole thing.

The arrow tip was gasping for a feeling of inability to breathe because of the sense of crisis as if a sharp blade tip had been addressed to the neck muscle.

"Arcs Laceft. Face it up."

If you do not follow that instruction issued by the side of Seylan, the same words will be hung again.

So finally, I looked up.

In front of him, on the stage, is the figure of Seylan, dressed in black.

Behind the black veil...... I still don't know.

Eventually, a voice was called from the stage.

"Is that Arcs Laceft?

"Oh, I'll see you first, Your Highness. Arches Laceft, the eldest son of the Laceft family, this time His Royal Highness asked to summon you, to go too far. Where have you come..."

…………

Say hello and drool your head, but there is no response from Seylan.

Was it also a wrong or irrelevant part of your mouth?

From behind the veil, it also feels like a gaze is being pointed at.

Such anxiety gradually surfaced, Seylan exhaled lightly.

"Arcs Laceft. That was the work of the day, the work of the day. Sooner rather than later, I noticed Pork Nadar's dirty prospects, so I couldn't help but be in a predicament. My sincere thanks."

When Seylan says thank you, the blurring gets even bigger.

I'm sure you've helped Prince Wang.

It is unusual, among other things, to receive words of gratitude directly from the monarch in these identical societies, however praiseworthy they may be.

The nobles under the Kingdom's umbrella are eminently surprised.

Eventually, after it quieted down.

"As a minister to serve the royal family, I know it is only natural that we move for the royal family and His Highness. Nevertheless, it is with gratitude that you have so much to say."

"Right. A minister who serves the royal family? At that age, the consciousness of a member of the aristocratic family is the desire to look up. I'm glad to be the one who stands above me."

"... Ha ha"

Drop your head again and reply.

But I didn't expect you to get the word so far.

I thought it was just one word, two words, simple words, but thank you followed by praise. Moreover, the discourse was felt softer than what had earlier been returned to the nobles' greetings.

Seylan thanked me and I was feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

"- Then Arcs Laceft. Let's forgive the rest of us when we fight. In this battle, you should fight under the rest."

Such, unexpected words were uttered.

"Huh?"

For a moment, I didn't know what words meant.

However, as the aftertaste of Seylan's voice gradually penetrates the brain, it becomes more comprehensible.

Let's forgive the rest of us when we fight.

I mean, this is about taking part in the Nadal crusade.

... I should have come here because I could get a thank you from Seylan.

After I got it, I put together a story about Louise and silver, and I was going to take it back to the King's Capital.

Yet Prince Seylan thought he would participate in the battle as it were.

Turning his gaze toward Louise, he looks a lot surprised.

So she didn't know about this either?

Whatever Deet is happily waving his fist up next to it.

Seylan's voice got slightly cold because of his failure to give it back in earnest.

"... what's up. Are you saying you're not happy about that?

"Yes, no! There is no annihilation!

"Then fine. Encourage this battle well."

"Ha ha!

In the end, I snorted.

It sucked. I can't get away with this anymore.

If we speak differently here, it could mean that we are unhappy fighting under Seylan, and possibly disagree with Seylan's crusade against Nadar.

Even if you really just don't want to go to war.

So it was nothing more than a snort.

(Seriously...)

This is the world. I was hoping that one day these times would come if I came to want some status. By that time I was going to finish the magic perfectly and do everything I could.

No way, I had no idea you'd be here so soon.

... while waiting for the word "back off" to hang from the vicinity.

Suddenly, one of the aristocrats present raised his voice.

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang, please allow me the opportunity to speak..."

One nobleman walks out and lays flat in front of Seylan.

Around thirties when I was old.

On the beard surface, the skin burns and darkens during the day.

Are you a martial artist aristocrat, or have a good physique.

The proximity raised the blame for the unauthorized offer.

"Count Bow! We're not done with Arcs Laceft's eye-catching ritual yet! Stand back!"

"I want you to bend over there and forgive me for what I said. Stay down, please, please."

The aristocracy, known as the Count, is cautioned against abrupt interruptions but does not attempt to back down at all.

Shortly after the signs sharpened as the nearby were sharpened, Seylan spoke out.

"That was... Count Dowes Bowe."

"Ha!

"I'm still in the middle of saying the rest to Arcs. What the hell do you think of stuck your mouth (beak) in spite of that?

"Ha. No disrespect, no apology to interfere with the words of His Royal Highness Prince Wang. But as a minister of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, I really have a ritual to say. Please forgive me..."

When Count Bow complains that way, the Kingsguard moves out of sight.

I suppose you're going to say let Count Bowe back down by force.

But when Seylan took control of it, he asked the Count.

"Hmm. What. Tell me."

"I'm afraid this person is still a young child. Normally, I do not have to know, and I know that I will not play the role of refraining from His Highness on the battlefield. And if anything happens to His Royal Highness the King because of that, it's a matter of kingdom. It is something you can never see as His Highness's minister. Please reconsider…"

That statement, of course, did not concern the child with going to war.

As the word stands, it is a complaint that it is inappropriate to make a confession of Prince Wang.

Naturally, there would have been those who thought the same about it as the Count.

From among the assembled nobles, a whispering voice is heard.

"Whatever it takes to keep a child like that off the side of the battlefield..."

"Besides, I'm pretty sure Arcs Laceft was an abandoned kid, right?

"There can be no such thing as serving His Royal Highness"

All of them, voices that doubt their strength.

Between the nobles, because that rumor precedes them.

In the meantime, when the sides glanced at me, those voices could vanish in an instant.

"Count Bow. Combining high strength at an early age is something that remains in the world. That would be the last of the Rustinels. Besides, I hear Arcs Laceft was committed to controlling the base the operatives were packing. If so, do you think you have the strength to do it?

"Ha. As His Highness said, I can hardly doubt that there are people in the world who have the power not to be old. But it is only for a handful of the noble. But a child of inferior aristocracy is very, very unlikely to have such a temperament."

When Count Bowe finished saying so, he turned his face gently here.

What comes to my face is ridicule. It is a grin shown by those who seek to drive others away, such as to say, "You must refrain from the Lord's side."

(This guy...)

I get angry knowing that this is an obvious hit. It wasn't meant to be on the battlefield, I don't want to be told this way.

But this one can neither deceive nor disprove it.

The opponent is the Count. I'm not in a good position to cut across the street.

The Count continues his conversation as this one bites at the odds.

"Besides, there will be doubts about whether it's true or not about the earlier talk of base suppression. I mean, this guy was active, but I can't help wondering."

When the Count said so, now Louise pinched his mouth.

"Heh? I mean, are you trying to tell me that my men's eyes were pitfalls?

"Yeah, yeah. Frankly, that's what happens."

"Ha-ha - the earl flair will tell you..."

The Earl, who heard Louise, makes his face look bad.

But soon he opened the wrinkles between his eyebrows, spread his arms wide open, and began to line up the conceited words in some playful manner.

"My Lord Louise. How much is it too much for me, the nobleman of the kingdom, to say that you are one of the monarchs of the kingdom? The countenance of the kingdom is a sourced status granted to a house that has done everything in its power for the royal family and hence for the kingdom. You have now revoked your words."

"Ah!?

Without waiting for the story to end, Louise slams an intimidating voice at the Count.

Meanwhile, the Count snorted like a chicken with a whisper, "Hi-" and snorted up like a creep. Despite his stature in the martial arts nobility belonging to a privileged category, he is like a small animal.

The ministers of Louise turn to the Count for fierce force, signaling that the Count has screamed. The Count's face blued in an instant because of his hostility towards those with definite strength.

All that, Louise further strengthened her tone,

"This! Me! How are you? That's a lot of licking! Yep!?"

... Louise's intense martial arts explode during the sight.

That's intimidating enough to outweigh Gadould's earlier.

Before that pressure, the Count swallows a sawdust of fear.

Although a senior aristocrat, he seems to have a different actor in the first place.

Though Charlotte's father, Perth Clemeria, is also in the status of Earl.

I guess it means that those who are given equal rank also have a pin to a kiri.

Louise's anger engulfs him with swordswallowing signs at once.

Are the other nobles in sight? It's about a few people who stay calm.

In such an atmosphere, Seylan opened his mouth.

"Louise. Be modest."

"… ha. Sorry for the disturbance in front of you."

With Saylan in arbitration, Louise pulls back a lot.

Count Bowe, on the other hand, is it not enough to say yet?

"In the first place, the story is that this person is obsolete. There is no way that such a fool could serve the purpose of refraining from taking His Highness's side. I was wondering if the others would agree."

"Hmm."

"If Your Highness really wants to be sidelined, I know it would be more appropriate to put others on it. As a martial arts officer, I have raised many martial arts so far, and I was wondering if it would be enough to refrain from taking His Highness's side."

The Count began to say such things with objections.

The skin on the surface is thick. From the beginning, I guess this is how you were going to take away your side service.

Meanwhile, the aristocrats begin to raise their voices when they notice the Count's runaway.

And

"Count Bow. I see what you're saying."

"Ha! Bye!"

"Uhm."

Listening to the words of Seylan, the tone of the Count's voice clearly played.

I guess because they accepted my opinion and hence felt the hassle of being able to serve the side of Seylan.

The Count's face is visible and brighter.

Conversely, the face of Louise, who had previously argued with him, becomes more rude.

The other nobles are the same, I heard bumps and complaints about being run out.

In that way, the fold seemed to me that Count Bowe would decide as an extraordinary side service.

Mouth what Seylan does not think.

"- I mean, it is. So you're saying you doubt your remaining eyesight?

"- Is that, huh?

"Is that what this is all about? Remainder ordered Arcs to be refrained from his side, because remainder, with this eye, decided that Arcs was enough. If you disagree with that, it means nothing more than saying that the rest of your eyes are a pit saver."

Saylan speaks lightly of the reasons that led him to the answer.

Though it seems too deep a reading to think about the objections raised by the Count, translated into criticism of himself - Seylan goes further to hunt down the Count.

"Though this is the first time that the rest of us have come to war, I didn't expect to be able to show this much candor to the superior nobles who will be the rest of us. I hereby lovingly appeal to the Marquis that the remaining eyesight does not extend, and therefore I also object to the fact that the rest aroused the Crusaders....................................................................................................... No, I don't think so much criticism."

I'm not sure if you're talking to yourself or telling me.

The Kingsguards, who heard it, can also accept it as a mockery, begin to kill themselves.

Naturally. The Kingsguards can't be silent on criticism of Seylan either.

This is a re-bake from Louise earlier.

The Count begins to be in a terrible hurry for a sense of crisis that goes far beyond what was earlier.

"Yes, no! Not at all such an intention in your current words!

"No? If I shatter what I said earlier, that's what I mean?

"No! Never! Never such a thing as shards! I just wanted to say I don't think this guy's gonna stand up for me!

The Count drips his head and denies it.

I guess I couldn't even think about it until my own statement demeaned Ceylan. I realize now that it was shallow, although it is good that I recommended myself with a sketchy mind.

After all, could poor disagreement be received by the royal criticism?

... This story in the first place is also due to the fact that I'm not sure what Seylan thinks.

I am certain that this difference in keeping myself at hand leads me to make a personal decision.

But Seylan, too, may seem indecisive to accept and withdraw the Count's opinion poorly here than he has said so.

In that case, he doubts his judgment as Prince Wang, and the princes' appreciation of Seylan will fall into darkness, as they put it.

It seems easy to accept a straight line, but you can't show it as someone who stands on top.

Seylan starts leaking disturbing laughter as he creeps.

As the lords began to feel disturbed by the laughter of having conceived the peril,

"But, Count. That makes sense. I'm sure there's more to the battle than from the first line."

"Yes, yes, no... never in that sense..."

The Count again overlaps the words of denial, but has the matter solidified in the wind that it has been criticised within Seylan? I can't see you accepting it at all.

There was only one action Count Bowe could take to the King Prince, who kept throwing disturbing laughter and voice out of his mouth and threatening even the crowd.

"His Royal Highness the King! Please! Please allow me to withdraw my remarks..."

"Kuku... good. Count, stand down now."

"Ha..."

The Earl opens his mouth.

The vicinity of Seylan yelled at the Count, who would not leave it slightly motionless while it stopped on the spot.

"Count Bow!! How long are you going to be doing that! Your Highness tells you to stand down!

"Ha!

The Count backs off in a hurry so as to escape from the spot.

Seylan, on the other hand, was still trapped in laughter, with intermittent laughter.

... I'm uninterruptedly scared that you're laughing.

Seylan's laughter is high and, in inverse proportion to getting louder, he quiets back like he hit the water during the sight.

- I bought Seylan's wrath.

As the marquis sweated cold, a flinch of seylan stopped laughing and rose momentum from the chair.

And

"Everybody, listen up! The rest are not going to change this decision! The rest have the power to see things right and then to guide them, just like my father, King Sinl Crocellulod! Prove it yourself in this battle! Find out the rest is never going to make a mistake!

When Seylan exalts himself from the altar, the assembled nobles lay flat on the spot at the same time affirming the words of Seylan.

Seylan then pointed his sword toward us with a sheath.

"Arcs!"

"Ha!"

"Leap in this battle. Don't make me think the rest of you made a mistake."

"I understand!

Answer that with momentum.

No, that's what I had to reply to.

I said I couldn't do it here, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't have to be decapitated.

Responsible.

I should have just participated in the battle, but I had to defend myself to the honor of Seylan because of Count Asshole.

... Finally, the proximity speaks out, "Back off".

- I don't know, why did this happen?

That's the only word that springs up anymore.

... Needless to say, when I returned to my original position, I wanted to strangle Noah, who said "Congratulations" with a good smile.