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

About two weeks after the battle in Nadar territory.

Prince Ceylan, King of the Kingdom of Rhinol, decorated his first battle on the Mildoor Plains with an overwhelming victory and triumphed with the Kingsguards to the King's Capital. The boulevards of the Wang Dynasty were overflowing, and the victory was greatly celebrated.

That's what he said in the record to write down the royal activity.

Naturally, Wang Du is out on the subject of Seylan.

A vicious nobleman dyed his hand in a despicable betrayal, beautifully defeated with his hand.

He fought bravely and courageously on the front line, citing a number of enemy leaders.

He commanded the Hordes together and led the Crusaders to victory by an unexpected measure.

etc.

The earth was broken by a wave of sword, but the magic of the royal family slaughtered more than a thousand enemies.

I don't know if it's because of the bias or because we had a big talk, but to the original story, it's passed down to the tail, to the chest, to the belly, to the butt.

But all of this honors Ceylan.

Besides, you think they've already made plays featuring Sairan's Takeo Tan and Sairan?

Other times, Louise's fame, which played a great part in the war, grew steadily, while Count Bowe, speaking of the enemy, not only fled, but also caused damage to his allies, which he said was the subject of punishment.

I also feel a little pathetic because it is the influence of Balgu Gruba, but all of that would be irresistible.

Military nobility is what you get in battle.

Then refusing to fight also means renouncing the way it is.

Then it can be said that this is also a natural treatment.

Arcs, on the other hand, said a week late for Ceylan's triumph.

Return to the King's Capital after treatment and rest in the fortified city of Narvarondo.

He is currently with his uncle, Crave Arvent, in the understatement of the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Rhinor.

The reason I visited such a place was, of course, to take a look.

As soon as I returned to the king's capital, I was summoned by Crave,

- Your Majesty would love to see your face.

That said, he was to come to a meeting with King Sinl Crocellulod and, King Prince Saylan Crocellulo.

Arcs is now dressed in the traditional attire preferred by the aristocrats.

Bottoms are half pant style and wear high socks and sock garters underfoot.

The braided boots raised on the feet are well polished and shine like black pearls.

The top is fastened by a jacket and a thin ribbon at the collar of the shirt.

On the back is a decorative brilliant blue cape that is a borrow.

The left arm naturally stays sluggish and lowered because it doesn't move.

The portable item has one bag containing certain materials.

I'm about to meet King Sinn in that outfit for the first time - but I feel like a brisket doll who forgot to anoint me.

Tension stiffens the body and prevents the joints from moving as they think.

The more effort it takes to move one finger.

On the other hand, uncle Crave said, as usual.

Blinking the cigar violently, he dropped his eyes on the Chronicle at hand and paralyzed the page (page).

I look up to my uncle like that, in the face of tension.

"Oh, oh, oh, uncle? Will it be okay......?

"Ah? It's okay, what is it?

"Is that what you see?"

"Aren't you all right? I don't think you care about that, do you?

"But..."

Crave says so, but this one has a stomachache from too much tension.

I was quite nervous when I saw Seylan in Narvarond before, but this time it is far beyond that.

Anyway, it's the supreme power in this country we're about to meet.

If you don't watch your step at a time, you don't know what's gonna happen.

of lower aristocracy in the first place, which is almost like a civilian, such as an abandoned younger brother.

However, if you happen to see me by chance, there is still something that is not possible if you think about your position, such as meeting me formally.

Naturally, but there's no way I'm not nervous.

Did Crave see through the inside of this one like that?

"It's not like they're gonna take it and eat it the minute we meet."

"Yes, but... like this, His Majesty the King punishes his subordinates in the mood, or nothing, right?

"So far, I'm in the mood, and I've never punished you. I often say decapitation."

"Zan, zan, zan...!

"Oh."

Crave says such horrible things.

Speaking of which, I remember before, when I announced the Magic Meter at the Magic Instructor Guild, Merklea, one of the National Magic Instructors, managed to say, "I'm beheaded" or something.

... Maybe that's really what happened.

At the same time I thought so, I rose from the couch in the modem room.

"Uncle, let's change the day again. Turn around today. Right."

"Stupid. That's more rude."

"Neck is important to people. It's life threatening."

"It's not life-threatening. If you have a creature, you want to see it. Just sit down."

"No, I don't know, my stomach and intestines are dying..."

"I don't have a choice. Give up your stomach and intestines. It's important to cut the world off."

"If you cut off your stomach and intestines, you can't live in this world!

When I'm crying, the official who serves in the royal castle opens the door and comes in.

"We're ready. Go ahead."

What the official said briefly was such a declaration of despair.

"Oh, I'm finally here..."

With his head in his arms as he drops off the back of the official, Crave tells him like he's stunned.

"It's you, you knew this was coming someday, right? I wasn't ready. I'm sorry about you."

"'Cause I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

"I don't know when or what will happen, so I'll be ready, I thought it was your cliché, though?

"We don't have enough prep periods in the first place. Kids don't have time overwhelmingly."

"If you mean yourself, you're a child, you're more like a child."

"Yes! Me, Arcs Laceft, all over the place!

Hooray to make a joke, Gong, he hit me in the top of the head.

"Uncle, it hurts."

"Because I'm kidding. Totally......"

Sure, I'm probably just kidding around this time.

But if you don't do this, stress and pressure can blow your mind.

I wanted some strange tension to spill my eyes.

"It's time to go"

Take Crave's word, leave the modem behind, and go between the waiting thrones of King Sinn 'l.

... standing clave with his military uniform caught on his shoulder, as usual.

Despite the fact that it is a royal castle hallway, its appearance of walking in grandeur without any hesitation is very reliable.

Officials and civilian nobles working in the castle, as well as the martial arts nobility, show a frightened attitude towards him every time they differ.

I guess this is what the National Magic Instructor is called majesty.

The same is true of the majesty of togetherness, but it may also be because it is this country, where magicians tend to be honored.

… although it is also conceivable that nobles with little magic will be looked down on because of it.

Either way, I get to the poking room with a little face out of Crave's back like that.

I just thought the Throne Room was a bright one, but contrary to that expectation, the room was dark.

The ceiling is even high and it feels like a starry sky because of the darkness.

Waterways are laid on the sides, from beneath which the brilliant glass emits blue light, and indirect lighting is placed everywhere else.

It's a stylish interior for a room that needs majesty: the Throne Room.

I can even feel the storytelling, like it reminds me of a theme park on my lid.

But the throne room seems to be in good shape.

Behind the room is a few steps high, with high and low differences about the skip floor.

It was more than double the height of Seylan's seat, made impromptu in Narvarond.

Moreover, from the bottom of the steps to the throne, the distance is quite open.

There is a curtain hanging on the top of the stairs, to put it behind it, but it is like a throne.

The chair, edged with gold, is laid with a red seat, exactly the same as the throne that everyone can think of.

I still can't deny the chigusa with the interior... but that would be for the formation of the royal family.

Poke your knees to yield in front of the placed steps of the throne, in accordance with the principle norms.

And I bowed my head so as not to look forward.

"His Majesty the King, His Royal Highness the Prince, come in."

Shortly after the word sounded from wherever.

Eventually, behind the curtain, two signs appear.

This would belong to King Sinl Crocellulod of Rhinol and his son, Saylan Crocellulod, the king's son.

Following that, Eurid Rain appears from the side of the room with a Kingsguard.

The tone of a copper (dra) percussion that echoed indoors that was quiet.

When the often ringing bell sound and the last lingering lingering finish disappeared, the room regained silence again.

Immediately afterwards, from above his head, there was pressure to pierce him.

That would be a gaze pointing from the sin. A gaze that allows you to inspect from top to bottom. It's similar to what was previously directed at Seylan, though naturally it doesn't have to be compared to the harshness it entails.

Raise your faces, both of you.

The voice can be hung, but according to the format, the face is raised according to the "face up" voice hung again.

One man sits on the throne.

My face doesn't look very good because of the curtains.

Long stretched gold hair illuminates a pale light source.

The shirt is unbuttoned and makes the chest look clear.

Thinking it was wild enough, Sinn opened his mouth.

"Are you Arcs?"

"This is the first time I have received your gratitude from His Majesty the King. My name is Arcs Laceft, the eldest son of the Laceft family. I am here, following the life of His Majesty's summons."

"Looks like you can say hello. Let me give you a point."

The words allowed me to exhale inside, in a breath.

The severity of the evaluation is involved even in the first person, but the fact that it was communicated that there was no problem made my mind feel somewhat lighter.

"I heard you talking, but you're really a woman face,"

"Huh? Oh, yes..."

"Kuku, well, how about Yota... I was surprised about the magic meter, but I didn't know it would work in battle. Let's praise you for doing well."

"Ha! With Your Majesty's praise, I know with the utmost pleasure"

"Encourage me in the future."

"I will continue to do all I can for the royal family, for the kingdom,"

Is that all you have to say about the magic gauge and the activity of the war?

Anticipating such a timing.

"And this."

That's what I said, and I gave one of the Kingsguards the material I brought.

Since the material has already been discussed, Kingsguard will also take it to Sin Lu.

When Sinr receives the material, he returns it to the back and returns it to the table.

"What's this?

"It was written down the art of preventing the magic of the royal family, used during the war."

"There was a report a while ago. Is that it?

"Yes."

Yes, the material on insulation and disorientation must be submitted to the Royal Family.

Royal Magic - The Magic of Thunder is a secret of the royal family.

Domestic magicians are strictly forbidden to look into this, and those who come into contact with this secret are said to be punished without exception.

Of course this one shouldn't be subject to punishment because he didn't touch a secret, he just used that man's knowledge to prepare it - but he needs to defend himself more than he's seen defending himself from electric shock.

For this reason, he reported via Crave that he would submit the material he had previously compiled to the Royal Family.

Sinl turns perky as she obliquely reads the contents of the material.

"... I see. Not directly, but an engraving that can prevent that magic, right?

It says on the same page, "You're going to need to use it in conjunction with an article, and you can't prevent powerful magic."

"So you know what that magic is, huh?

"Afraid."

"Crave, did you teach him?

"No way. I don't know that much about that either."

"Right. That's not true...... Arcs. You, how did you know that?

Shortly after Sinl hits the question, the air strains.

This would be the King's intimidation.

In an instant, the core of the body cools to the bottom.

It dries up to the point where the skin is likely to crack and crack.

This would be the first time anything has ever been physically stimulating, although I have soaked myself in various intimidations.

If you get the answer wrong here, the road will probably be closed.

Carefully mouth the answers you had prepared in advance as you were placed in a peril that seemed to tear you apart.

"I'm researching natural phenomena in parallel with magic research, but the phenomena I was just looking into happen to be the same thing."

"Hmm? I'm just wondering how you were looking into that nature."

When you get stepped in there, it's just hard to explain.

Troubled, Sinn held up the material and

"... okay. I'll forgive you with that particular attitude that I brought this with me immediately. It is up to you to look into this phenomenon at will in the future. You got it?

"Ha!"

That's tough. No, this one touched one end of what's supposedly contraindicated.

Instead, it would just be ruthless not to put him in neck lockdown.

Maybe it was done to this extent because of the development of magic meters.

In the meantime, Sinl glances further at the material.

"As far as outbreaks are concerned, nature, relationship to magnets...... that's quite interesting. Look, I can't believe this."

"Yes, I find it very interesting"

"Hmm, you can try around here..."

"Father, I want you to show it to me later."

"Oh."

Parents and children are adorable and exhilarating as they look at the material with Seylan.

The parents and children of Sinl and Seylan are good friends.

After such an exchange.

The indoor air cools all at once, and the sinl seeps the hegemony from its body.

That's like when I was waiting for this answer earlier.

What the hell is the reason for turning a cold knob on me? That's what I thought folded.

"- One thing I want to say to you about the pattern of the war."

"ha. what is it"

"Let me tell you that you protected Ceylan from the Imperial Vice General."

"Chi, Father!?

Seylan, hearing Sinr's words, shouts a surprise.

Haven't they heard about this beforehand, too, Ceylan?

On the other hand, Crave... says nothing.

This, naturally, would be natural. It's the king's word that I believe in. Unless it's something like that, there's no way you're going to say anything different.

On the other hand, Sinl doesn't mind Seylan's confusion.

"Okay?

Forcing words of acceptance here.

... Now, a shingle with a cheek wand on a twist. My gaze is terribly cold. It's as if it's a worthy gaze. Quiet intimidation of the King of the Kingdom of Rhinol. And the physical intimidation that resonates in the core of the body. This world, a truly great human being, is always as different an actor as this guy sighs.

In the meantime, Seylan raised his voice.

Father, I need to ask you something.

"What? Say it."

"Father. Arcs sacrificed even his left arm to help me. I don't know if it makes any sense to decide I didn't have that handle."

"You want to know why?

"Yes, absolutely."

"Run, if you were to repel the royal family by yourself, the fame of the royal family would increase even further. Destroyed the enemy army in the first line, and then defeated one of the empire's generals, not to mention a deputy general - there's no way you don't know how much fame that will turn into?

"... but then, the hardships of Arcs"

"Indeed, it is the law that deprives subordinates of their labor. But Clocelluload allows everything."

Sinl continued his words as they were,

"The kingdom is still in a period of instability. The Empire has stepped up its pressure year after year, and Fort Cassa, the key factor in his father's generation, has also been taken. Externally, the difference between the powers of the Hordes and the Royal Family seems to be shrinking. You'll see how beneficial it is to strengthen the royal power here."

"It's..."

Sinl approaches Seylan, as he must know. Of course, there's no way that Seylan doesn't understand this logic. No, it's because I understand it's important, and that's why I'm saying it now.

"And then, well, you mention too much handwriting. Announce all of Arcs' manners and we'll never get to you."

Sure, maybe.

My handles include not only the battle against Dusseia, but also the defeat of the soldiers known as the Black Leopard Knight he was leading.

He also noticed the trap of Polk Nadar before the battle and also successfully raided the base where he was gathering information with Deet.

Besides, even at the time of the war, he cites one rank.

He's got a lot of manners. Yeah, he's twelve.

Ratings could be higher than ordinary aristocrats.

"Arcs. Do you have anything to say?

"Ha. Especially. There's nothing different about me."

"It's gonna take a lot of form to take your grip, okay? Still?"

"Yes."

"Then show me here that you have no heart"

Stand up on the spot and put your hands on your chest so that you can respond to Sinr's words.

And

"Loyalty to the royal family for ever."

"Okay. When you change that word, you will make amends with death. All right?"

"Ha!"

After such a ritual exchange, Seylan asks.

"... arcs. Are you sure this was a good idea?

"It makes sense to me that my name doesn't get any bigger than it needs to be right now."

Indeed, being named would be a quick way to make your parents regret it.

But the problem is then the spearhead. You have to refrain from any more than there is no denying the possibility that a spear will be directed at Leisha because of the name given.

Until you make a big name for yourself, you better anticipate the time of year for another couple of years.

It's not the time yet.

In the meantime, Fujiru opens his mouth.

"... hey"

"Ha"

"You, come on, it's disgusting how well you understand things for a kid."

"Heh...?

They say words I never thought I would, and they make my mouth pound.

Look, Sinl looks disgusting somewhere. Why should they say that when this one obeys promises only?

On the other hand, Crave said, "Buha!" erupted all the time.

What are these guys really?

He said he was feeling too unreasonable to say.

The curtain turns from the inside on the lid.

"Huh?"

What the hell is wrong with you? With that in mind, Sinr represented himself from behind the curtain.

As this one was baffled by what was not normally possible, Sinl stepped down on his own feet until halfway through the steps and appropriately laid down his hips.

And an invitation. He's urging me to come over.

It was Eurid the Kingsguard who raised his voice like he was in a hurry about the situation.

"Your Majesty, it..."

"I don't mind. That's about it."

I get close like I said goodbye to Sinn, who flinches his hand and drives Eurid back, poking his knee in front of him.

"Show me your arms."

"Ha"

"Using magic, they stopped moving."

Follow Sinn's words and take the bandage.

My arms look normal anymore, but I still can barely move them, just like I did when I woke up.

When Sinl takes his arm, he moves his fingers, arms, and joints, eventually frowning and showing his magical face.

Does he also have some knowledge of medicine?

"... that's terrible"

"From now on, we want to explore techniques to cure our arms"

With that said, Sinl, he puts his hand on his head.

"As a father, let me thank you. Thank you for protecting the run."

"What a waste of words"

"What, because I'm still planning on getting you some help. I just did you a favor."

When Sinn said that in a blink of an eye, he gave Crave a frightened look,

"Tell him I'm honestly worried. You're as twisted as ever."

"Ah?"

Crave's outrageous expression and Sinl's vice collide.

It's such a nasty attitude towards the king, but I guess this is an unmindful exchange.

I don't care if you're listening.

One cough, as Sinn said, to get her mind back together.

"If you have any deficiencies regarding treatment, say so. I'll spare you my hand."

"Ha"

"In a few days there will be an argumentative ceremony. I'll give you a letter. Be sure to come."

... That's how I first saw it, and I closed the curtain.