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

- Charlotte Kremeria is the daughter of one of the kingdom's leading military families.

Age is twelve this year. Long, milktea-colored hair with soft hair texture. The transverse hair stretches down to the cheeks, and the small face is filled with brilliance so much that the eyes are reputed to be filled with amber.

Your home is a prestigious all over fame for its historic kingdom-style fine swordsmanship, and your father made the eastern border a great nobleman, General Perth Cremeria, who leads the national army. It has a large territory to the east and has a large mansion in the Wang capital.

Interaction with other aristocrats is extensive with advanced and lower ranks, children of such a good family that there is no point in complaining.

The daughter of a senior nobleman is a princess who can be loved for being a butterfly and a flower because of her virtues, but Charlotte devotes part of her educational time to fine swordsmanship, with the intention of her father that even a noble princess must keep her sword.

For this reason, she also worked in the training of swordsmanship.

The location is one of several training grounds owned by the Cremelia family in the King's Capital. It is particularly large of what is in the Wang capital, where noble children often enter and leave, and the quality is considered to be the highest.

The large interior with a number of lighting windows near the ceiling is bright and the sun shines on the floor.

Many gatekeepers are surrounded by a feverish voice, standing and poking.

Charlotte has her sword together is an elderly man, one of her father Perth's high brothers.

Muscular, shoulder-width, I get the impression as if I was in front of a stone wall.

Basically, I teach swords from my father (Perth) and brother (Wayne), but they don't always devote time because they have a job either. For that reason, when they were absent, a man of good skill was supposed to give me an audition.

... stick out with a wooden sword in one hand and concentrate in half.

On the other hand, the opponent facing you is in the same way, putting his right half forward and opening his body laterally, increasing the distance he can poke at.

The basic structure of kingdom-style fine swordsmanship.

The other person is an adult. It can be disconnected that if there is a physical difference and it is normal, it will not be a battle, but since the conditions are set around there, there is no problem.

As I set my breath, I watched the movement happen.

On the fence, from a stopped state, a wind-like thrust flies [ahead], but appears as a phantom.

I perceived it moments before the occurrence of the behavior. Following it, off track, the opponent's thrust pierced me where I was for a moment late.

Poking that gap and sticking the wooden sword out to his neck muscle, the elderly man admits to being "in it" and defeated.

Win. Now I've got two out of five today.

… I see this [tip] every time, but my body often doesn't chase me even when I see it. When the opponent moves too fast, etc., when the body is not moving in time.

For this reason, even if you are out of sight of your opponent's movements, you often lose.

For a while, I noticed a fold, a huge sign, that had been appreciated by an elderly man for his earlier way of moving.

It was my father Perth Clemelia who came in as he unleashed his martial arts on the training ground.

His appearance by force tightens the air in the venue even further.

My father walked toward us as he spoke to his surrounding gatekeeper.

"Father."

"Charles, you seem to be encouraging me a lot today."

"Yes, I took two bottles from Lord Zell today"

When I tell him the results of the match, my father puts a surprise on his face.

…… Well, can we beat Zell now? "

"Yes."

I worry about sophistication, I bow my head.

Then an elderly man, who was dealing with me, lines up a praise to my father in the name of reporting. "The princess is a genius," "she's a great skill," etc. I don't praise you.

Like much praise, I was embarrassed and bent over,

"- Oh, no, the princess looks like she's watching it in the future."

――

Shoulders jump frighteningly at the mundane words said by the elderly man.

Are you looking at the future? Because that's exactly what the word was.

You can't be nursed. It can't be, but my heart pulses heavily.

That's because I feel a little guilty about that power. Oh, and I was wondering if it wasn't cheating that I could see the front desk. Because of the foresight I can only see, I wonder if it would be grand to use it for battle. That is what the consciousness that said is in the heart.

As he was solidified by the statement that shot him straight, he, uh, my father crouched down and put his hands on his shoulders.

Then they gaze at each other from the same position, and they come at that black knob.

"... well, you still have the sword."

"Heavenly, is it?

"Oh. Bigger heaven than me or Wayne."

My father refers to talent - not as a source of vague power that cannot be bracketed in words, but as a firm ability. He said it was a high quality given by heaven, a heavenly vocation born and held.

And he that hath ordained it speaketh that no man hath the power of any man.

The royalty of the great kingdom, the heroism that makes a name for itself on the battlefield. They all have an incomparable heaven. He said he was in his current position because he had it.

He has it, his father, his brother, and himself.

Is that the power to see this [destination]? I'm not sure.

"Shull. To win, it's not evil to use the power you can have. Instead, losing your hand without using all your might is a bad thing in battle"

"Is that so?

Sure, I don't think that's my power. But do you really want to win like that? Can it be said that the winner is his own, but that a triumph that relies entirely on the heavenly feeling of coming down and gushing can be described as a triumph of the sword? If we are to compete for that arm, shouldn't we align the initial point with the perimeter?

If they call it cheating...

"Shull. The complaint that comes out of it is just a bluff. It's just an excuse for losing. Everyone does everything they can to win. Failure to do so is evil."

My father discerns inner anxiety or speaks accurately of the answer.

"I remember that. That's good."

"Yes."

To the words of my father, which are also similar to orders, I nod. Have you been forgiven? I don't know about that, but I think a little anxiety has been removed.

In that case, my father,

"I just feel, how about you?

"I can see it"

"-!... well, if it were you, the best swordsman in the kingdom wouldn't be a dream either"

The look on my father's face, who said so, seemed somewhere complicated. I get the impression that I'm honestly not happy.

Looking at it strangely, my father put his expression back on,

"Besides, I still don't have enough strength to have such a problem"

"Sa, I've been able to beat Lord Zell as well as the others lately!

"Ha, yes or no"

My father snorts with laughter, but he doesn't treat me like I'm dealing with him.

"- But it's Charles. Just remember one thing."

"What is it?

"Even if you see [the destination], that doesn't mean it's absolute. Even if what you see is your defeat, you can change the outcome unless you give up."

"I won't give up..."

"Yes."

My father, after saying those words,

"- Schal by the way. Afternoon plans."

"Yes. After this, I thought I'd take a stroll around the city with Riesha."

"Right. Risha is your friend, as well as my collaborator's daughter. You have to protect them."

"Yes."

To the words of my father, I nod forcefully. In the general aristocratic opinion, it is normal for those whose status is lower to protect those who are higher, but the Father often preaches the responsibility of those who stand higher. They said they were under asylum, not their own shields. He said they would do their best to protect themselves because this one would serve as a big umbrella to protect them. Never take it for granted that they will protect you.

Risha is the daughter of the Viscount family and a younger friend to herself. I can tell you that I have to protect you when something happens.

So,

"Swear to the sword"

"Uhm."

By offering his vows to the sword, my father nodded contentedly.

"Father. Until it's time, would you mind putting on an audition?

"Fine. - Hold the sword."

............... That's how I paired my sword with my father for a while, then I wiped the sweat and sandwiched the break to the Count's mansion.

Back at the mansion, Riesha, who was picking me up, was being put through to the reception room.

When she enters the room, she rises off the couch to grace the lady.

As always, Risha is adorable. Beautiful silver hair shines brilliantly in the sun on the ponytail. It is finished with a blue ribbon, wears a frilled blouse, and the skirt is aligned in blue. Bloody lips, puffy cheeks. Every part of it does a good job of helping her enhance her adorability.

What I particularly like is its eyes. Red, red ball-like eyes. Its brilliance, which is straight and gives a glimpse of honesty, is very preferable.

Good afternoon and other greetings will be there, and Leisha and I will take you out of the mansion.

... security is good because the main section of Wang Capital is patrolled by guards. Bazaars and back streets in lower towns are not the same, but it is fine for children to walk alone in the compartments, boulevards, commercial districts, etc. lined with noble mansions.

Talking while walking with Risha, such as recent developments with each other. Talks about the progress of studies and training are also there, from stories and rumors about other houses to recent fashionable ornaments.

Fashionable conversations eventually come about deposits at night clubs.

"Yes, to Arcs..."

"Yes. Leave it with my brother"

Hi. I hear Risha left evidence of wrongdoing with her brother at the night club.

- Arcs Laceft. He is an abandoned boy who made Leisha's brother and was branded disqualified by Laceft owner Joshua Laceft.

The reason for abolition is said to be a lack of talent.

He lacked the magical qualities he needed in his house.

The amount of magic is an important element for a military family with a strong magical talent.

The low amount of magic appears true in the exercise of magic on the battlefield. Only a large amount of magic can be an element of defeat when opposed to the same Mage Master, and defeat more enemy soldiers to ask for that amount.

To tell you the truth, it's a relapse capability. How much can we fight, how long can we fight? How long can you stay on the battlefield?

It would also be impossible for the Viscount to give it importance. If you are also the head of the military family, you must stand on the battlefield and command the soldiers. The Commander of the Magic Instructor must take the initiative and use magic, and to the same extent as a general Magic Instructor, there is no indication around first.

It seems adorable that everything is decided at birth, but when you think about your home, you can't help it.

The amount of magic is unchanged for life.

I guess the Laceft family was truncated early, especially to weigh in on the amount of magic.

For this reason, the engagement story also offered to be cleanly dissolved.

But only Risha seems to appreciate him differently.

"If my brother had it, I'd feel safe."

"You trust Arks-kun."

"Yes."

Riesha breaking face. When she talks about Arcs, she looks like a lot of fun.

Is it because he is a gentle, sisterly brother?

… To date, several men of the same age have been engaged in dating as aristocrats. Those who lack training as a trace of the military family, those who invest in studying in order to succeed their father. He who wears an aristocratic standing and behaves gracefully. Some neglected to study or train, putting it on the wealthy side of the house.

Imagine Arcs, based on Reesha. What came to my attention was a gentle boy with thin lines, with the same silver hair as Liesha. A boy with an introverted impression, one way or the other, who doesn't seem to have anything to do with rough things.

Imagine that fiancée and lined up next to each other.

Again, it doesn't stick.

Charlotte.

"What? Liesha."

Answering the mundane call, Riesha laid her eyes down anxiously.

"What is visible talent so important..."

"... right. I'm not sure either."

And, while I preface, if I think in the light of something called aristocracy, I still do.

"But we aristocrats, those who stand above someone. To stand on someone, you need power commensurate with it. Maybe it takes more talent to jump through than normal. If you're talented, it's naturally visible."

"... is that right?"

I don't suppose Riesha is convinced that her brother Arcs has entrusted him with an affair.

- But if you think about his situation by applying it to yourself, what do you think?

Suppose I had no sword talent and was treated as cold as he was. My father wouldn't have done that, but if he had been born in another house, how would it have been?

Thinking about it, it still seems unreasonable.

Regardless of his or her will, the initial point is determined at birth on his or her own initiative and cannot be overturned no matter how hard he or she tries.

If you ever see yourself like that...