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

- As Superintendent of the Inspectorate, the young head of the Count Lousey family, Lisa Lousey, was currently in a hurry to the Gaston Marquis residence.

Run a blue-haired horse so black that it is likely to melt into the darkness of the night, hitting the nearest journey to its destination.

To ensure the fulfilment of the life given to me by Suw.

- That neck... you know what happens?

Yes, it is that word she uttered that is now driving herself away.

If she's kind to the heart, she usually never says anything that imperfect, and she's not supposed to. Even if I did, I would end up as just a scolding.

But all this time, it's a different story. From that voice that was chilled down, I did feel her anger. So how serious is that? If we fail to deliver results in accordance with her intentions, this neck will be immediately slashed by her hands.

... There was an immediate investigation into those who were in the dark behind this one.

Because within the Inspectorate, there was someone infiltrating under the Marquis.

If so, yes.

If you're making a scene so far, the person must be close by.

If you're in the field poorly, you could be detained by both the Laceft, Clemeria families, but that's why you can't possibly not see the end of your plot.

Therefore, we are turning to the sights somewhere safe.

I hit it that way, and when I got off the horse and looked around, I should still say, there was the man.

The corner of the alley in the compartment where the nobles live.

In that dark, rainy, giddy, smelly place, one man in a robe stood.

He's a man who looks like a painting of mediocrity.

Speaking of features, about that remarkable under-eye bear and the somewhat perceptible gloom.

It is everywhere and has an atmosphere that seems to blend naturally into any gathering.

Standing on the fence, he now watched the Marquis Mansion in a whirlpool of noise, over his telescopic glasses.

Speak to such a man.

"Rosworth."

"This is Uncle Lausey. No, isn't that Secretary Lausey? How did you get here like this?

Man - When Rosworth notices this way, he immediately descends from the wall, turning his abbreviated thanks and a good-looking grin.

You'd think ten out of ten would be honest. The grin sticking up such a face was made of some unnatural distortion that made me squeal deep into my heart.

Remember you were involved in this Marquis thing.

"Yes, I was definitely the one who infiltrated the Marquis Mansion."

"Then let me ask you something, Rosworth. What the hell is this all about?

frankly cut out, Rosworth gave an ill-conceived blunt-cut look,

"Uh... did I just say a beautiful story about the Marquis kidnapping an aristocratic lady and his brother brilliantly helping it out...?

"That's not what I want to ask. What I asked was how you were involved in the Marquis's investigation."

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"Answer me, Rosworth!

When asked high pressure by the silent Rosworth, he begins to shake his shoulders in the pretense.

What the hell is the trick?

Is it frightening?

No, you're not.

Are you angry?

That's different, too.

Yes, this man is possessed by an irresistible laugh and trembles.

Eventually, Rosworth starts to leak to laughter.

"Rosworth..."

"Haha. hahaha. No, it's a simple story. I became a servant to investigate the Marquis's wrongdoing. [M] But the Marquis leaves no evidence inside. All the evidence I could finally grasp was so small that I could be crushed to Ariel. So I used that little piece of evidence to catch a situation that I couldn't escape. You're guilty of kidnapping noble children."

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"Exactly so, the Marquis will not be exempt from detention or investigation either. If we can catch him once, all we have to do is do a slow investigation at the inspectorate. See, it's easy, isn't it?

I thought something was moving in the back, but I didn't know you were thinking about that.

Indeed, if the plot works, we will be able to pursue the Marquis. But that's a gray method that's infinitely close to black. If the fact that the people at the Inspectorate did that is revealed, Rosworth of course, the Inspectorate is not just sorry.

Rosworth gives expression to disappointment that, for some reason there, the prospect is off.

"I didn't think anyone was going to launch the raid before I moved the Bureau."

"The eldest son of Laceft."

"Yeah. It was a miscalculation. No way, after we get out of the sealed tower, just three of us are going to launch a raid on the Marquis Mansion, and we're going to make it work. My oldest son is incompetent. I don't know what that means."

"That's just the Viscount playing. It is true that the amount of magic is significantly inferior to that of the historical Laceft principals, but I hear that my prowess as a magician is not inferior to that of a magic school graduate."

That's the sight of Swoo, who gave his life to himself.

From what I hear, Arcs and I are friends who often study magic together.

In the kingdom, he received the highest magic education, and then swooped with all that power to make him say "abnormal". Even if you look at it in the eye, you can never be incompetent.

"Thanks to you, it's a good annoyance. I don't have much of a handle on this one. Oh, it's okay, isn't it? I haven't left any evidence of an inspector infiltrating your mansion."

Rosworth said so, with an awful nasty grin,

"You've done quite well, haven't you?

"... as far as I'm concerned, I just can't seem to grasp the hard evidence and strike a bitter hand."

Yes, when cut off with bassari, Rosworth comes with a slight gloomy gaze.

What hits that gaze, however, is a thin purple glance that exchanges accusations.

"You're the one who sent the Laceft family's eldest daughter, right?

"Yes."

"Why did you choose her?

"The Gastons and the Lacefts are aristocrats with territories in the same east, because they were close. More recently, the Marquis has more often invited military houses in the east to night clubs, making more contact. Then any day they may hold hands together. That's something you can't look at as a royal family who doesn't want the nobles to have more power than they need, right?

That's right.

More recently, I have heard that the Marquis of Gaston has often invited eastern military families to nightclubs, and that military nobles were showing their walking distance.

That is a matter of no pleasure for a king who wants to concentrate his power under the royal family.

Any attempt by privileged aristocrats to adopt a system of cooperation more than necessary is only intrusive, even if they pledge allegiance to the royal family.

As a king, I would like to take the initiative in running the state as much as possible, and I would not want to be allowed to lay down or anything else.

At present, the royal family is able to bind the nobility with its absolute power.

But still, we don't want the nobles under our umbrella to have more power than they need, nor do we want unnecessary proximity.

I mean, this guy, after building on that,

"That's why I hit this hand. The child of the house, who is trying to get along exactly now, had no clue to uncover the injustice of the Marquis. If it were exposed to the Marquis, there would be a crack in the trust between the two houses. And if I can't catch the Marquis' sin, I can only prevent the two families from cooperating, right?

But that's why I think.

"Then why didn't you turn in the officials at the time of their capture? Your purpose is to hold the Marquis back. Then it should have been good when we got caught. You would have done that, wouldn't you?

"Yeah. But if the Marquis had killed both of them, he wouldn't be able to escape, would he? Even if some means are used to escape sin, war cannot be avoided. The Marquis is also powerful, but the Laceft family is a military family, one of the three Viscounts who assists Uncle Clemeria, the head of the Eastern Valve. If it comes to every dispute, then naturally Uncle Clemelia, the parent, will come forward. If you fight, the Marquis will be defeated, and the disputed Eastern military family will be powerless."

Indeed, there is no doubt that even if the Marquis uses the power of the faction and takes it to an innocent situation, the two men who were killed their daughter will be furious. You will use all the power you can to crush the Marquis.

But the destination of the plot is enough civil strife to break the country.

The Marquis and the Count. The collision between the great nobles also involves other houses and develops into a major civil unrest as a result.

Even if the Royal Arbitration came together on the brink and the contention could be avoided, it is inevitable that the military side would be dissatisfied.

Either way, we will lose our national power.

And.

"Even if it's for the royal family, do you really think it's the right thing to do to sacrifice a child who's only about ten?

"Correct? It's sweet of you, sir, to seek the right path in your plot. If you want to accomplish your goals, it's natural to use everything, right? Even if that's the life of a child."

"... are you going to say that all this action was for the country?

"Yeah. Sure."

"Lie. It would be for my own birth."

Rosworth makes an unpleasant grin, as if his current words were correct.

"Ambitious..."

To that laugh, I just couldn't forbid the voice of anger.

If I am to rise, I will be fine with imitations that threaten the country and the people.

Then how the hell is this man different from the Marquis, who wronged and fattened his private belly?

For the sake of the country, for the sake of the people, it shall be the harm of that one who lacks effort every day and who often encourages government.

Such a way of life is by no means acceptable in this country.

But Rosworth scolds out with his good face.

"Sir. That means living in this day and age. Use the ploy to win. If you're going to live in this world, you should throw away your sweet thoughts, right?

"You..."

Are you going to give me advice?

For the first time in this man's outer path, which deepens his grin, his anger had already reached a point where he could not bear it.

That's when.

From the glorious full moon, such a voice came down.

"- Right. Then I'll throw away my sweet thoughts too."

"Ha-?"

The missing voice between Rosworth echoes around.

It was then that his voice came down again, when he turned to his voice.

"This is the last shot I put away. Unfortunately, I receive it."

All of a sudden, a dry sound sounds around like something could be played.

Shortly afterwards, Rosworth, who was in front of him, weakened from his knees like a knife with a broken thread and was crumpled on the spot.

Keep your eyes open, blood overflows from your head, creating a viscous build-up of water.

On the roof, possibly.

I looked up, and I was carrying a full moon.

"Are you... Arcs Laceft?

"You know me. With that said, you were called secretary or something."

A silver-haired boy with arms on his raised knees and reliably looking down at the moonlight from the roof. That was exactly the Teng himself who earlier launched the raid on the Marquis Mansion.

His question is answered by a young man of beauty who refrained next door.

"This is Count Lisa Lausey, the chief of the Inspectorate."

I also know about this young man. His name is Noah Ingvain. He is an armed magician who is said to be a genius every fifty years in the magic court.

That figure standing with his spine stretched, despite being on a poorly scaffolded roof, is exactly the butler himself who neatly refrains beside his husband. I haven't forgotten to point my pitiful gaze this way from the back of my monocle.

And the other, next to Arcs, opposite Noah, was

"- You and Sama, the chief of the inspectorate, have come out a lot again, Lisa. Have you seen him since the magic school graduation? Kihihi."

"Senior Kazzi......"

I was in my late twenties when I was old.

Triple white eyes, whilst still being cut up.

Dark hair can be stretched all you want without a haircut, but its characteristic way of laughing makes it impossible to forget.

First name, Kazuzi Guali.

He is a senior in the time of the Magic Court, the first man to graduate as chief civilian.

I do remember earlier, I was escaping the sealing tower with Arcs.

Now he sat sluggishly on the roof and turned a creepy grin on this one.

And then Arcs looked at Kazzi.

"What, do you know him?

"I'm a junior at the magic court. Lisa's not a magician."

Ask Arcs Laceft in the middle of that story.

"What the hell is this all about?

"I've come to worship Teng, who put my sister in danger. I've been thinking more or less what I expected."

"Rosworth's existence was still broken to its place...?

"Oh. My butler is so capable."

Noah Ingvain?

The story is that I have been doing my job without doing my job since the time of the Magic Court and when I was attached to the Magic Instructor of Melted Iron.

So this is also the result?

Together, the person who received the praise from his husband said,

"Master Arcs. There's nothing to praise. I need you to be more excited about the allowance than that."

"... hey, isn't that all you've been doing lately?

"I'm very distressed to say gold and gold, too, but so far, Arcs has nothing but financial means to counter your impotence."

"No, that's where I'm going to fight it!? All right, nothing!?

"No, that's all I can give away, even if they say I'm inferior to gold"

"Kiri! Hey! Don't quote me from earlier!

"You guys are so busy..."

Kazzi is sending a frightened gaze as Arcs and Noah naughty each other.

It's a strange combination from the side, but for some reason it looks clustered because the atmosphere drifting between them is soft.

Eventually, Arcs Laceft pinched his cough,

"It was crazy from the start. The servant who said he had deposited the evidence with Risha said he knew who Risha was, even though he was supposed to have met him by accident, and soon after that, he found out where the evidence was."

"If you felt you were in danger, you had to leave immediately, and you stayed at the Marquis Mansion. This is a very strange story."

"Then it's natural to think like this. I had planned to keep the evidence with Riesha from the beginning, and when I finished depositing it, I hit it this time and changed back to being a faithful dog to the Marquis, who successfully induced Riesha to be kidnapped. Is this where this muscle writing goes?

"... probably. But..."

How did you know where you were?

"'Cause if you were back at the Marquis' dog, it would be weird not to be at the Marquis' mansion, wouldn't it? We didn't look for him after we broke in, and if he's not on the spot, I'm sure he's watching somewhere. So he asked Noah to find him."

I see. Did you get a hit for the same reason?

It would mean that I had a thin eye on the prospectus......

"Well, his life is arranged."

"Mounting?"

"Oh, apart from his life in this case, I'm asking you to put on a proper keri about the pursuit of the Marquis and the responsibility of the Laceft side."

"You think you can do this and get through that demand?

Arcs Laceft murdered Rosworth of his own free will, without even gaining access to justice.

It is too selfish to say that in time you will still be blowing demands.

Throw words containing such a discourse, but pointed red eyes, were indeed pregnant with anger.

"Let me through. This is not a negotiation. An announcement."

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The awesomeness in the voice and the definite prestige.

Even if he's still a child, he seems to be a nobleman at one end.

But...

"It's unacceptable, if you say so"

"Then we'll just have to change our way out."

"Change your way out?

"Told you? I don't have a sweet idea, either."

Arcs Laceft, once so separated, narrowed those red eyes,

"- to make public the involvement of the Inspectorate in this matter. Plus, it's all your instructions."

"Become -!?"

"As a means of threatening, this wouldn't be so bad either, would it? But even the Inspectorate buys grudges from nobles. If we talk about this, it's not just your neck that flies."

That's right.

Not even the dismantling of the Inspectorate, whose authority will be greatly shredded, and who is probably in charge, himself will be a monolithic party tie.

"Ma, when that happens, the royal family will have to know. It's too bad to hear that an organization directly under jurisdiction was plotting against the people the royal family had to shelter."

"You think that's gonna work? Whoever did it now."

"Right. This is how I erased it, but sometimes it's easier to do the opposite without it, right? You can't justify a corpse, you can't cut a sila."

"But then it doesn't fall outside the ambiguity."

"Right. But then... you have one answer."

When he says so, the two refrained on both sides move out.

"Lord Lausey. I'm sorry, but let me hold that pattern down here."

"I'm sorry, Lisa. You're a pretty junior, but I can't just stand by you this time, either. Kihihi."

"Seniors..."

Nature and legs back down.

Not that I'm not confident in my arms either, but just because these two are opponents, their minutes are too bad.

One of the National Magic Instructors, Merklea String, credited him as a genius [ice thin], and the man who won the chief at the time of his hospitalization by making such a huge difference that there was no sound whatsoever to the nobility in the second seat [no chains].

And Arcs Laceft, who calls that sw an "anomaly".

Exactly now, that strength, which did not even know the manifold that killed Rosworth, is now unknown.

Then the outcome of the dispute here would be obvious.

Perhaps after his captivity, he is protruded as a mastermind before Count Clemeria.

Even if I'm not guilty.

If that's how the plot brightens up, we can't expect the royal help. The end of the road will be ruin.

"... ugh."

Being unilaterally swept up and poked out causes remorse to boil.

But if you think calmly, this one doesn't have to be solid here either.

Either way, if I reported this result to that person, Rosworth would have been given some punishment, even if it hadn't happened.

No, worst of all, if you pull this boy, there's a chance you'll buy that one's anger. At that time, he was always cautious and calm and suddenly physically strangled.

............... reminds me of my fears then. At some point the blade was placed on the neck muscle, poised to kill so much that the heart and guts cooled to the bottom shortly after.

I can't even think of any resistance. There is an opening between him and himself that can't possibly be isolated. Even if it's only eleven children.

Two, Arcs Laceft opens his mouth.

"Nothing. It's not supposed to be a bad story for you, is it? If only I could meditate on him, I could handle things knowingly. So far the Marquis is the only villain, so there's nothing to lose. If we get around this well, the inspectorate might be able to handle it."

Well put. That's a word because you're holding onto something important.

The Marquis Mansion is now occupied by Cremeria, Laceft, and the Demon Master of Melted Iron.

In order for them to appeal the legitimacy of this outing, that is what will be at the Marquis's disadvantage, which will be seized at its roots. After the Inspectorate got in, there's probably not even one piece of evidence left.

Then in any case, I have no choice.

"... fine. You will not disclose the existence of the Inspectorate in this matter. Instead, we pursue the Marquis with all our might and do not ask Laceft for any blame. strive to preserve the reputation of those who have been harmed, and do so within the best of their ability"

"That's settled. Make sure you keep your word."

That's what Arcs Laceft says, turning that little back and leaving for the full moon.

Noah Ingvain thanked us and followed, as did Kazzi Guali.

"... seniors"

"Bye, Lisa. Be good and stand around. I hope nothing happens. Kihihi."

I said so in response to the call, and left.

... dropping them off from under the moon and squealing.

"Kid... are you a kid, that one"

Kid. Yes, it should be. Small back. Young face. Soft looking white skin. Voice still keeping treble. Which very much indicates that he is a boy around the age of ten.

But jumping out of the open mouth is a bunch of adult-face losing words. There was certainly something in that advantage that the word genius alone could not clean up.

Keep looking up at the full moon and asking.

"Twin spirits. Why was that boy doomed to become obsolete? Was there really such a thing as the need to cripple such an intelligent boy..."

Naturally, neither Chain nor Wedge responded to that inquiry.