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

- On this day, Liesha Laceft was being taken by her father Joshua and mother Celine to visit a certain aristocratic mansion.

It's a huge mansion on the tip of the King's Capital's superior district.

It is a four-story building on a huge lot, with towers. As far as the garden is concerned, it is a mansion so large that it is comparable to the central square of Wangdu.

The Laceft family is also rightly derived and historical in the kingdom, but when they can still show off this beauty, they can't help but feel the difference in financial strength.

- Marquis Carw Gaston.

That's the name of the master of this mansion. He is a financial bureaucrat in the kingdom and a nobleman who belongs to senior ranks as well as official positions.

Overwhelmed by the majesty of the mansion, his father Joshua speaks up as he stares up.

"It would be huge. This is the house of His Majesty the Marquis, with what is said to be the best of the kingdom's nobles."

"Yes."

"Study hard today"

Study, it is a word my father utters every now and then when visiting other houses.

It is not only a magical drill, but also the training of my father to study the nobility from day to day.

… these days, visiting other houses has increased considerably.

Father Joshua said, he seems to show his face with both greetings.

He said it was to inform the nobles of the faction to which the Laceft family belonged that he was a legitimate trail.

My father does this on purpose because he has a brother, Arcs.

- Why take my sister for a trail when I have my oldest son?

It's not like there's ever been any interference from another house, even though it's obsolete. From all sorts of thoughts, he said, there is a move to bring the abandoned child back to the rightful child. They say it's a root to seal those voices.

Attendance at nightclubs organized by the nobles of the same faction, visits to aristocratic mansions in cordiality, participation in magic salons organised by senior nobles, etc. I mean, let's take him to those places and make a fait accompli.

Visiting the Marquis's residence today is part of that.

The Marquis is not a man of the faction to which the Laceft family belongs, but has territory in close proximity.

Because of this, they decided to have frequent interactions from now on.

Fortunately, he was called to participate in a massive nightclub, and my father used it to make it widely known as a trail.

Now I am dressed in a quality dress to wear when I go to another house or salon, and I am given a more temperamental reproach than usual.

My father is also a costume (jacket), and this day he also looks like my mother. My father said that the more I had to go say hello at the family outing, the more important it is.

I mean the total, but of course I don't have a brother among them.

…………

Secondly, I look back after my brother.

My brother is still at the Mansion tonight, being excommunicated.

Yes, I'm always the only one my father or mother would be nice to. From the day the abolition was decided, the brother became a hateful target from his parents, and he became more eye-catching than his previous brother.

The attack on my brother becomes more intense every day he pursues, and, like its reversal, he becomes gentle with himself.

It always fills me with feelings of sorry for my brother. Even my brother would have liked to be treated as kindly as before. Whenever my father or mother tells me it's a trail, I feel like I've taken it from my brother.

As I apologize to my brother in my heart, my father calls out to me again.

"Liesha, come here"

"Yes, Father."

"Many people with deep connections to our house attend today. I don't care if I can. Make sure you remember your face well."

"Okay."

Nodding, my father smiles gently.

I wonder if I could turn this smile slightly on my brother.

"Liesha. You are the eldest son of the Laceft family. Be the next principals and be polite."

"Yes......"

My mother's words are harsh, but her voice is a lot gentle. But it is still assumed that he does not have a brother.

Eventually, the reception butler is sent to the Great Hall, the venue of the night club.

The carpet has gold thread embroidery on everything, and down from the ceiling is a giant chandelier made of [brilliant glass]. A number of paintings handled by famous painters are decorated, and all the rare dishes are served and arranged high as mountains on the table.

Sounds like a senior aristocrat...... no, so extravagant that even other senior aristocrats wonder if they can afford so much extravagance.

It's too dazzling and painful for my eyes. So much so that I thought so, the Great Hall was shining.

Many nobles had already visited the venue, each interested in a conversation.

"Joshua."

Two, I can hear you calling my father.

Turning around, there was the figure of a man with dark hair with cross gray hair.

A skinny yet firm physique, a foothold that made me feel so snug that I didn't think I'd plugged into old age. Dressed in a white toned jacket, a number of brilliant medals on the chest. He has a thin sword that seems expensive because he sees it on his hips.

"This is... My Count"

Speaking to my father was Perth Clemelia, Count Clemelia homeowner. He is one of the military families held by the kingdom and the direct boss of his father Joshua. And he is also one of the generals who leads the national army.

Uncle Kremeria is also a nobleman to be called the banner of the Eastern nobility, and when things happen in the East, he leads the nobility under his umbrella to hit this. Because the Laceft family also has territory to the east of the kingdom, it is under the umbrella of Count Perth Kremeria, the senior nobleman at the head of this eastern valley, whose father is also one of the three Viscounts who assists him.

Match Joshua's greeting and thank her with my mother.

The Count flaunts the good-looking face of man, and he comes calling out. "Beautiful as a flower," "like a jewel," etc. Arrange arguments, but as an aristocratic social dictionary, it's modest and minimal. It seems to be the Earl of Takemen to the effect that the quality is rigid.

"My lord, is the Marquis not here yet?

"Seems so. Apparently, he has a taste. This is how you and your daughter wait."

From the side emerged Charlotte Clemeria, a girl with a blatant softness of princess. Milk tea colored hair, neat noticeable nose is like a doll handled by a famous mechanic. Does it fit the Count, or is he dressed in a white dress?

She pinched both ends of her skirt to show her graceful thanks.

And after I greet my father all the way, he comes closer to me.

Exchange words "good day" for each one.

Charlotte and I have already seen the pattern. We often talk because we meet during visits to the Count Clemeria's residence in the King's Capital and during our attendance at the Magic Salon. Charlotte is better off, so there's a call, and this one has to be honored.

Second, Charlotte looks around like she's looking for someone.

"... Leesha. What about Arcs?

My brother's not here.

"After all, that rumor..."

"Yes."

There have been recent facial displays, or the fact that he has already been neglected by his brother's obsolescence and family, is widespread in many places. The more I hear, the more I dislike it, but these things are treated as normal in aristocratic society. Removing incompetence from the trail is common in aristocratic societies. Sooner or later, Miyako will be the head of the clan and hence the territory. I can't serve without talent.

That hard-working, talent-like brother never seemed incompetent.

"My lord, may I?

"Hmm. Joshua. How's it going?

"I'd like you to officially settle the matter of my foolishness and your son tonight."

"... is that about the engagement?

"Ha"

Father Joshua affirms.

Yes, Charlotte and her brother are between fiancées. When my brother was born, he said, it was decided between Perth and Joshua.

I haven't met them once because they decided to scrap them before the meeting.

Perth then floats a slight, but reluctant, look.

"Isn't talking about the abandonment of your son a quick sum? The magic... even if it wasn't what I thought. Will there still be buds to stretch from here on out as a magician?

"No. It is a disgrace to the Laceft family that magic is below policy"

"… this ritual is in accordance with the tradition of your house and"

"Ha. If the Laceft family were in Takemen, they would not be incompetent. Besides, I can't be bothering you."

To my father's words, the Earl spilled a small sigh.

"I remember hearing something similar before"

"Oh, that's..."

"No, that was a silence. You're doing great. Even following the history of Laceft, no one has been as successful as you. The Battle of Jahr, the Flood Clan (Han) repression, I have also been greatly helped"

"... words, thank you"

My father expresses his gratitude to the Count for his flattery, but he still can't give up talking about obsolescence or the dissolution of his engagement.

"But there is nothing about the dissolution of the engagement. I'm not going to bother you or your daughter."

"Mm..."

Because of my father's stubborn attitude, the Count gets stuck in words.

My father and mother say that their incompetence and their actions are infectious.

Incompetence and all, my brother simply had less magic power, and there can be no such thing as infection (depression) because the capacity of human magic will not change in the first place. I've wondered if you don't even know such a simple thing, but my father and mother are stubborn.

With regard to the neighborhood, my brother said, "That fucking father has a head of ■ ■ ■ line up". And then he said, "If you don't like it that much, stick it up in the barrier all the time, you idiot."

My brother has been a little mouthless lately.

"Father. I was wondering... if you could do exactly as the Viscount says."

"Char......"

Charlotte seems to want to accept the talk of disengagement.

But I can't help it. After all, being able to decide on your own partner is unacceptable. I guess that means you want to avoid it if you can avoid it, so to speak of the imitation of nobility.

All the more so if it is one who is rumored to be incompetent.

Driving through Charlotte's offer, my father pursues him again.

"What the Lord and I originally decided to do alone. I would love for you to reconsider this place, if it's not a good place for a lady to ride."

"... Surely I, too, would rather have a talented man dowry than a talented man dowry his daughter. But if you ask me, aren't we talking about my son receiving immediate hands-on from Crave?

"It's... it's on my brother's whim"

"Really?

"Ha. My brother originally just pitied a fool like he had no magic. Talents, etc. Never"

"Hmm..."

The Count's narrow gaze reveals some suspicious colour.

I guess I felt strange about my father's overly stubborn attitude.

That was when I was savoring the subtle air.

"- This is this. Everyone seems to be in line."

I hear voices coming from high places on the fence.

Behind the great hall, from the top of the stage on the stairs, a middle-aged voice with a core passed.

Turning to the voice, all those who were on the spot raise their voices of surprise.

The Lord of Voices was Marquis Gaston, the organizer of this nightclub. He wraps a cosmetic over 180 in a quality jacket with a number of gold ornaments on his hands, feet, and all over his body.

Is every part a chunk of confidence? He walks among the aristocrats lining up, stroking his neat Kaisel beard firmly as he gestures to show off.

But what surprised the humans at the venue was neither Marquis Piercing nor being bored with gold.

The Marquis was taking us to a giant black cat.

No, it was so big that I didn't know if I could say cat, and my body hair was a black beast like a dark night on a crescent moon day.

"Are you all surprised? This is an animal called [Hayhu], taken further east from the Hundred Commonwealth."

The blurring gets even bigger. To speak of the further east of the eastern superpower [the Bailiyamban] is an undeveloped land. I don't know how much wealth I spent, such as picking up animals that live in such a place.

My father also seemed surprised by [Haefu] 's beauty, but that was a flash of it too. Because the Laceft family is a military family, they are not as frightened as animals.

The same goes for Count Clemelia. The Kremerian family is a sect of kingdom fine swordsmanship and is in a position to direct the national army. The Count himself is one of the generals, so it doesn't move that way.

He roars for a moment "Ugh..." and observes crumbly what kind of animal he is.

What the Count said about the Marquis' taste would be this. Show off the animals that no one can get and show off your finances.

Marquis Gaston eventually arrived here as he greeted the nobles on the road.

"Marquis Gaston. We want to thank you for calling us to such a wonderful evening party."

"Ha ha, this is His Excellency Kremeria. What do you think, my pet? It must be quite stunning."

The Marquis puts Haefou forward, bragging about Kaisel's beard.

Haefu howling down his throat like he roared low. I can't tell if it's sweet or intimidating because it's like multiplying the scale of a cat's trick.

By contrast, the Count remains quiet.

"Right. There is no one but the Marquis who can obey so much as the world."

"You will. You will. Would you like to stroke it? Oh, don't worry, I won't bite."

When he heard the Marquis's recommendation, and the Count stroked his head, [Haefou] squintly narrowed his eyes.

It's more like an animal with a big temperament than it looks.

Now my father greets the Marquis.

"My lord, you call me tonight, and I know with the utmost pleasure"

"No, no. I've wanted to be close to the Eastern Valves for a long time. Viscount, have fun tonight."

"Ha"

To the Marquis' words, my father bows his head.

So I realized. My father seems to be frightened of his Marquis opponent, but on the other hand, Uncle Clemeria is putting together a chilled atmosphere somewhere.

As he wondered how it was, Charlotte whispered.

"... Marquis, I don't think there are many good rumors."

"... Really?

"... Yep. You're gaining money illegally, or tightening it to the people."

It's a common story. I have heard that the injustice of the nobility has been considerably reduced at the hands of the present king, but still it will be difficult to reach it easily when it becomes a large nobleman.

"... so your father seems to be wary of the Marquis"

"... Still have to come to the nightclub"

"... it seems that dating is important."

Both the Count and Charlotte don't seem to think much about the Marquis, but do you mean they can't handle it badly? Noble 'smugness' is tough.

"Ladies, you're very close."

Meet the Marquis with Charlotte in the face with a smile on his face.