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

Crave visited Laceft's mansion.

- Uncle, what's wrong with you today?

Arcs asks Crave that in the reception room.

Usually Arcs is the one going to Crave's mansion, but this time it was the other way around.

When the servant guided me, there was already a Crave figure in the reception room of the mansion on this day, spraying a relaxing cigar on the couch.

Were you let through when you visited, or did you go up on your own?

Though the area is uncertain, this relaxation in the house from which it ran is a noble thing.

... No, it's not like knowing on its own because it's originally my own house.

As he sat on the dark brown leather sofa, Crave put a cigar tip on the ashtray.

I thought I'd put a squire on you today.

"A squire, is it?

"Oh. He's capable and trustworthy. Don't worry about the neighborhood, all right?

"No, I'm not worried about that..."

"... arcs. You don't have your side in the mansion, do you?

Respond to Crave's questions with a snort. Indeed, Crave is right, there are few Arcs allies in the Rayceft mansion right now. Starting with Mr. and Mrs. Laceft, most servants who can use magic are in tune with their intentions, so they either coldly hit the Arcs or decide to ignore them.

With regard to the servants who cannot use magic, although they were sympathetic at the beginning of their abolition, they were colder than before because they had a lower status in the Mansion than those who could use magic and, more importantly, had to obey the Lord's orders.

They take care of some of their surroundings, such as preparing meals and laundry, but that's also minimal.

As far as cleaning the rooms is concerned, they are so completely on their own that they are now not even educated as aristocrats and are half alone.

Still, Arcs won't be kicked out of the house, I guess, because Crave is putting his parents under control and because his parents are thinking about the Laceft family's decency.

If you kick out less than ten children in anything, criticism from other houses is inevitable. Or so, stomping through the assassination by obstructing hatred is out of the way at a time when Crave is becoming blind to it.

"But why all of a sudden?

"That's so mon, I'm sure it's up to you."

"That..."

I don't even have to think about what it is. By "that" Crave would mean a magic meter.

"You need someone right around the corner who can talk to you and deal with you better than you've made such a mon? Well, I'll leave it up to you not to tell the guy I'm about to introduce about the existence of a magic meter, but you'll need to take care of the room and the luggage."

Crave tells him to tell a secret story, then slaps his hand with Pompon.

"Hey, that's good. Come in."

To match that word, the door opens.

- And it was a beautiful young man who showed up in the reception room.

Older than Arcs, probably in his late teens to early twenties. She has blue hair as a short bob and wears monocular glasses. Wear a morning coat, tighten a tie the same color as your hair, and have white gloves on your hands that look clean. He has a fine sword on his lower back.

It also works in the man's world, it looked like I said The Butler.

The young man has sharp eyes and a pitiful impression from his appearance. But this is hot. It's a hot face that's tearing women apart. It is so beautiful that it looks perfect and women are likely to escape barefoot.

Then, in the words of a man's country, he said, "Explode!" So much so that I wanted to scream.

Although the words had to be swallowed up because, of course, we had not found [Ancient Arts] to cope with the explosion.

"Arcs, this is your squire. So, this tiny, woman-face is Arcs. Your husband."

That's what Crave says, introducing each other to those he has made out with. But it's too coarse to be concise. And it's light. Then it's light.

Then the young man, called as a squire, sighed a deafening sigh.

"... if you think of anything at all, is this saying you will suddenly change your husband? Crave, you've been really impotent."

"Ah? What? Is that bad?

"It's not bad. Not bad, but only if you have too many thoughts."

Mouth a sarcastic, complaining bitterness about Crave, who would be an aristocratic squire.

It's an attitude that doesn't absolve me of some punishment if it's a tough house, but when it comes to Crave, he laughs without looking particularly concerned.

"Ha! Well, he's like this. This guy's gonna make you feel better, right?

When Crave bangs the young man on the shoulder, he turns his blame, Zito.

Eventually, the young man sighed deeply, as he had given up, and turned to Arcs.

Then he pokes his knee at the embroidered carpet and puts his right hand on his left chest to grace him.

"I left it for your introduction. My name is Noah Ingvein. Dear Arcs, Best regards,"

"Nice to meet you..."

When he couldn't keep up with the momentum of the venue and returned it in various tones, Noah had gazed at him.

And

"Master Arcs. With all due respect, I am a squire, so there is no need for reverence. Be gentle and polite and be an insulting factor to others."

But I'm obsolete.

"That may be the case now. But, Arcs, what are you going to do now?

Is it because you want this core that the seriousness of Mandarin has increased?

To Noah's words, nature and spine stretch.

What to do. Indeed, if we look to the future, it may be necessary to attach the meritoriousness of our subordinates. We must also bear in mind that, in return for our parents, we will receive the title, as Crave did.

Keeping your aristocratic behavior in place may be good for the future.

I look back at Noah's blue eyes and nod.

"Ok...... ok. Nice to meet you."

"Best regards"

"In the future, I'm going to give this guy an aristocratic education. You'll definitely need it."

What Crave affirmed was still think about the future. He may be him and find something for himself.

"Even so, the interaction is hard. I think I could smash it more like this... was it like this when I was there?

"It was different then, but that was just that way because Master Crave was too moulded. In the first place, I suddenly said in the morning," You're my nephew's squire from today, "and I brought you here without a busy explanation."

"Uh, okay, okay. I'm sorry."

Again, Noah complains without any hesitation - he begins a nasty and saying-like exchange. Noah herself, is it a character I can't help but say? On the other hand, Crave also has an atmosphere where the exchange seems somewhere comfortable.

It looks like a good combination in a way, but that's why I'm curious.

"Noah. Noah will be my squire, okay?

For a squire, there must be someone they want to serve. Noah is also a squire because he wants to serve Crave, and the sudden main change leaves me wondering if he's convinced.

When asked, Noah said,

"Yes. No, sir."

"Why?"

When asked why, Noah made a cool look at the beauty.

"That sounds interesting."

"Oh, that sounds interesting...?

"Yes, I served Crave because 'this looks more interesting'. As you can see, Mr. Crave was an interesting person, and since Mr. Crave recommended Mr. Arcs by saying," There's someone more interesting than me, I wonder if this is for sure. "

"... he said he accepted even the sudden main change"

Saying so and pointing a delicate looking face at Crave, Noah leaks a sneaky laugh as quietly as she sees something funny.

It looks cold, but it seems to have a softer personality than I thought.

Then, when Crave,

'Cause you, you're funny.

"No, even if they say so..."

"I guarantee that. You are more unexpected and funny than I am. Definitely."

…………

Like one convinced. Yeah, nodding. Seeing Crave makes me feel subtle. Apparently, he thinks he's a pretty unusual kid.

Of course, it's undeniable about that.

"Noah can be trusted. Rely on him more and more from now on."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, do you? You're doing me a favor."

Crave says so and pounds his head as usual.

Because of the muscles, I can't deny the indiscriminateness.

............... I start to wonder if this is the reason why I'm having trouble growing taller, or not.

Arcs asked Noah, who had quietly refrained beside him.

"Um. So, what does Noah do for me?

"Lady Crave ordered me to educate you on how to manage your neighborhood and behave as a nobleman. If you have any other orders, I will do most of them. I'd love to have some of that fun if I could."

…………

Noah says so and smiles. The last part didn't sound like a joke, so I guess I'm serious.

Enjoyable. Interesting. The neighborhood seems to be something he can't take off.

Whatever, get your mind back on it,

"What about the rough stuff?

"A little."

"Then I guess I'll ask you to tell me around."

"Yes, sir."

That's how Noah Ingvain became a squire.