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

- The royal castle of the kingdom has a room called [Between Silver Ashes].

Painted in ash by a mortar mixed with lime, it is a murderous room that is unlikely to be the interior of a luxurious royal castle.

It has nothing to do with conditioning, only one behind the room, and only a luxurious chair is placed.

That should be it, too.

That is because it is between acquittals, set up to judge sinful nobles.

… nobility is a privileged class in the kingdom.

They are privileged as powerful people, so even if they commit a crime, they are mostly only served by minor penalties and fees.

However, if you have committed a serious crime, this shall not apply.

The guilty aristocrats will be drawn out here [among the silver ashes] and subjected to the king's shakedown.

And whoever is brought here, with so many exceptions, will die.

To the kingdom, no, there is still no process in this world of disputing the right or wrong: trials, etc.

Modern trials dispute fair appraisal of even the seriousness of sin, but in this world one will of the powerful. Regardless of the discretionary considerations, the range of penalties that can be imposed is never wide.

- Could it be that on this day, the Marquis of Caru Gaston had been drawn before Saylan Crocellulod, the king prince of the kingdom of genius and fame.

The place is here [among the silver ashes], regardless.

The reason is for the numerous wrongs done so far and for the repudiation of kidnapping and attempting to harm the children of other houses.

The Marquis has changed from the gorgeous outfit he always wore, and is now dressed in a miserable piercing coat worn by sinners.

To be drawn out in front of the royal family, beards and the like are shaved and cleansed, but the face is done, and there is no shadow to see the majesty of the past.

Afterwards, after intense interrogation, there were multiple blue bruises, attached to arms and feet.

On the other hand, a step high opposite each other is Seylan Crocellulode, the Crown Prince.

[Between the silver ashes] he sits on a luxurious chair placed just one, with a cheek wand on the railing in a carefree manner.

The white garment you are wearing is embroidered with blue and gold.

Reminds me of an Oriental outfit somewhere.

However, there were no exposed areas of the skin, and its face was hidden by a black veil.

So, I don't know.

Is it him?

Is it her?

Which the hell is it?

The Marquis, drawn to [between the silver ashes] and before Seylan, to say the least.

Literally, I was in a state of what could be called panic.

Yes, so much so that the Marquis, who was invincible to the end even when he was cornered by Arcs, rubbed his head against the floor and begged for forgiveness.

What he is imprisoned for is a small shudder.

I have a cold sweat.

Naturally, too.

Being drawn out here means death for the nobility.

If the alleged shakedown has already been decided to be the worst, it is also impossible to hold a fear.

But now the Marquis had also constricted against something different from the fear of death.

It's anger.

In a quiet rage, which Seylan emanates from within its veil (veil).

Never visible to the eye, it is the tip of the spear that pierces the skin and puts heavy pressure on the Marquis as if it were pressurized by an elephant as well.

Of course, the Marquis isn't the only one tasting it.

to the witness and to the Sairan's own escort.

Everyone on this occasion had a definite fear of the quiet anger emanating from Seylan.

Eventually, Seylan opens his mouth.

"- More than this, on behalf of my father, Sinn 'l Crocellulord, the rest will divide up everything in this matter. Guys, are there any objections?

What sounded indoors was a beauty reminiscent of the boy's before the vocal changes.

As Seylan utters his words, even the Kingsguards strike the spear pattern on the floor and step on it.

And they all spoke up,

"There are those who live in the kingdom!

"To your honor!

"Disrespect to pinch objections, etc!

"It can't be!

Without any disturbance or delay, a voice in tune with one is nothing more than a proclamation honoring Seylan and telling him that his intention is absolute.

Naturally, it stopped perfectly, as I had said.

Shortly afterwards, Eurid Rain, the young Junying of Kingsguard, who was holding back beside Seylan, opens his mouth.

"Marquis, raise your face. Your Highness will allow you to speak."

"... Ha!

The Marquis replies, but pierces the flat.

It is the ritualized custom of the kingdom that you should not raise your face in the first forgiveness.

"Marquis, raise your face."

Eventually, in a second word that was lowered, the Marquis looks up.

In front of me is still the black veil (veil) of Prince Wang.

Slightly leaning and drooping under the influence of being poking his cheek wand, his mouth stopping to see or not.

"My compliments to His Royal Highness Prince Wang. I'm in a good mood to be put in your honor. This disturbance on the knees of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the King is due to my immorality..."

Once the Marquis separates words there, he never opens his mouth.

"I do know that this incident has fallen on me, but I want you to have the opportunity to open it..."

To that disproportionate appeal, Seylan answers.

"Hmm? So you're saying there's an objection to the rest of this ruling?"

"Oh, disagree with His Royal Highness the King, etc! There is no annihilation... but..."

"Marquis! Keep your mouth shut if you don't, what's that saying! I'm afraid you're going to knock your valves against His Highness!

For a drink of Eurid, the Marquis rises.

Intimidation of a kind other than that emitted by Ceylan is similar to that tasted at the garden tip of the mansion the other day. It is nothing more than a warrior's martial arts.

It was harshly equal to the spirit of the Marquis, who was already shriveled by the intimidation of Seylan, even though he was still gentler than those of those people.

But still, the Marquis was never swallowed by the martial arts.

For him, it's not the time.

Yes, if the Marquis doesn't pinch even one of his opinions here, death is inevitable in any case.

That's why I had to open my mouth, knowing it was disrespectful.

"Oh, scared! Please listen to your Highness to open my petition! Please!

"You…"

From Eurid, the gaze of all the shootings is pointed.

If this is the battlefield, it seems to be slaughtered without question.

That being said, it is forbidden to express an opinion on the royal decision in this kingdom.

But Seylan controls such an Eurid by hand.

And

"Marquis, let me forgive you for saying the rest. What the hell are you going to say? Answer me."

"Ha! Until now I have always done my best for the development of the kingdom! I was wondering if that feat could ever be overlooked even in this place of judgment!

"Right. Indeed, in view of its previous contributions to the Kingdom, both public and private, it cannot be said that it has no right to seek discretion in that way. I have always understood that the kingdom has developed so far and that there has been a contribution."

"So, if it is -"

"If so, you want me to lighten my sins? In view of previous accomplishments, and weighing it with sin, and wanting forgiveness in the rest, do you want it so thick or so?

"Ha! You're right!

When the Marquis raises the cries of the appeal, the Kingsguards release him simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Seylan looked calm.

"But the fact that you did it, but you did it wrong, is that you can't move it. It is nothing more than deceiving not only the royal family but all who live in this kingdom."

"Your Highness! I ran unjustly, for one thing, for the development of the kingdom! It was an indispensable evil to make this country strong and better!

"The indispensable evil,"

"Ha! You're right. Therefore, for whatever reason, I would like you to show the generous will of His Royal Highness Prince Wang to me, the royal minister..."

When the Marquis performs all of the opening of the petition, he also shows flatness enough to rub his forehead against the floor, as he did earlier.

Two, out of Seylan's mouth, one sigh was thrown out.

Seylan opened his mouth again as its grumpy finish disappeared from the indoors,

"... so far, such as the small sins that have been committed have been missed. That, for one, was the forgiveness of a king, his father. I've mistaken that for my wit, and spoiled it for its pity, to the utter utmost laziness"

"Nah, if you are! From now on, we will change that laziness..."

"Marquis, do you think that's all the sins you've committed? Do you really understand why this time (this time) you were pulled into this [between the silver ashes]?

"Ha..."

When the Marquis is stuck in words, Seylan seeps a glimmer into his voice.

"Don't you know yet? The greatest sin committed by that man ends at that point, which rocked the bond of kingdom aristocracy. Once there was a crisis in the kingdom, it was in a position to take the initiative and encourage the unity of the nobles. But it was never acceptable that there had been a crack of disbelief among the nobles themselves. Wouldn't it?

Yes, if we create discord among the nobles and independent monarchs who must unite and hit things in order to protect the country, that naturally becomes the gap that other nations put in.

Political work.

Exercise of force.

Means will vary, but if they do, they could lead directly to the collapse of the state.

... The Kingdom of Rhinol is one of the mighty nations to be counted in the ranks, but compared to other mighty nations, I have to say that it is somewhat small. That's why when things happen, we've come together, united, united.

Therefore, the Marquis' deeds could not be overlooked by the royal family, which attached great importance to its cohesion.

"From now on, let's devote ourselves to the kingdom! Something... Something! I want you to show me your mercy!

"Hmm. So much for the kingdom... do you want to do the rest?"

"Ha! I pledge to work in powder for the kingdom, for His Royal Highness the King"

Having heard the Marquis' words, Ceylan silences himself for a while.

What do you think of that silence?

After what seemed like an eternity to the Marquis, Saylan, who gave the answer...

"... well. I know exactly how you felt about that. The rest of you will be struck by that temper."

"So, bye!

"Uhm."

Seylan snorted firmly at the saved-like voice uttered by the Marquis.

The Marquis is convinced by that.

The complaint was heard.

I can get warmth from Seylan, he said.

Seems too abrupt a translation, but not a mistake.

As proof of that, the intimidation that had been unleashed from Ceylan until earlier has disappeared as if nothing had already happened.

Anger, etc., as if you hadn't originally held it.

So, the Marquis comes to a certain point.

Rather, Prince Wang wanted to draw the words "for His Royal Highness the Prince Wang" from himself.

In order to make himself a submissive collaborator, one of the kingdoms' leading financiers, I dare to draw to this occasion and show off my power and force.

By hunting him down with words and warming him at the end of the day, let him have unwavering loyalty.

It's a good way to go.

That's right, a genius who is called [Kirin (Chirin)] at home and abroad.

There will be a beauty story spread to Shirai that Prince Wang has revamped the Marquis with his merciful heart.

Seylan laughs in the veil.

It's a low pitched, all-inclusive sneer.

I guess I'm laughing because things worked out.

Now sin is definitely mitigated.

When this happens, shivering like a child rabbit until earlier, it even comes as a total idiot.

Of course there is remorse that it was rolled over the palm of the hand by a child only about ten years old, but the fact that it was appreciated by the King Prince enough to be pardoned is more than that.

The Marquis makes his peace of mind there and works his head right away.

If so, what will we do after this?

First is the interrogator who conducted the interrogation.

You should remind the man who treated you badly what you did.

That's not all. He said we should inflict equal, no, more suffering on the boy who sent himself to the torture chamber and those around him.

(That kid...)

The oldest son of the Laceft family should be the one to taste it most.

I can't get tired of crawling and begging for forgiveness.

I let myself, a senior nobleman, taste so much humiliation.

I'll pull my hands and feet, chop them up, roll them like potato worms, and kill them mercilessly at the end of the day.

If you do that, the belly bug won't subside.

It would be painful to be seen like that.

I can't wait for that now.

"If I be-"

Seylan opens his mouth as the Marquis turns his thoughts.

What they're going to say is mild penalties.

And the future honeymoon cooperation system.

That's right.

They are discussed.

It should have been.

In him...

"I will pass the verdict on to Caru Gaston. To the kingdom, destroy it with your own death. Death is an unparalleled contribution to this country."

"Become -!?"

Words given down by Seylan are exactly what makes your ears suspicious.

I mean, it's a capital offense. Decapitation. Tied neck. Permanently rip off a person's life, any of them.

But for some reason. The Marquis had no idea why that had happened.

The flow should have been entirely, amnesty would have been granted.

Seylan said he was better off than on the right track and was able to weigh profits and disadvantages correctly. That's what I thought.

He said he was the same kind of person he was.

So if you put a big profit in front of you, you should eat up to it and get whatever you switch to. It should be.

But what Seylan put down must be a chilling word.

"That's an insult. The rest is not shallow enough to be measured by the strain."

"Hey...?

"That's what happened. Once the rest smelled amnesty, I knew I was going to put my head to work. For the most part, you thought this ruling was a farce to pawn the rest of us? Stupid thing."

"So, His Royal Highness Prince Wang!!

You hooked yourself up, you played...

"Caru Gaston. It's a big mistake to think that all the events in this world can be solved with money or power. Isn't that where you were because humans are creatures that move with love?

With that word, I think of it as a pretence.

Indeed, at that time, the acquisition did not go well because of the causes that had existed in the past.

That you poked at it like you said it would.

You don't think the existence in front of you knows that?

"I can see the rest. Behind that, there's a lot of carelessness swirling around."

"... Hih!?

Second, my spine gets warily cold at the creepy words released from Seylan.

That, however, is such despair that the person in front of him was an inexperienced monster.

That's why I don't know.

What is it, this?

This boy, this girl, this being, the hell.

Words like that swirl around in my head.

The answer is, there's no way you're going to get it.

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang..."

"The rest broke. The rest was decided. No objections? I thought you said you wanted to contribute to this country."

From Seylan's mouth, the laughter of mockery echoes.

That's exactly the same cold laugh I heard earlier that makes you feel included.

I mean, Prince Wang, from the beginning...

"Ki, you..."

The Marquis releases a grudging voice and stares at the Prince Wang.

It's disrespectful, but Seylan doesn't even show the slightest height.

"You showed your horse leg, Caru Gaston. This is what human beasts are all about."

By showing disrespect for Prince Wang, Kingsguard immediately tries to move,

"Good, Eurid. Be modest."

"Your Highness. Unfortunately, I cannot overlook the Marquis' repeated disrespect, as a Kingsguard"

"It's Eurid. Don't make me say it again. I already gave him my sentence. No way. Is that what you're going to offer to overturn the ruling you've made?

"No, there is no annihilation."

"Then refrain. It's not a curtain."

Immediately after lowering the Kingsguard, the gaze applied from the back of the black veil (veil).

"Hih!?

My body trembles on its own to an intimidation incomparable with that directed earlier.

That's enough pressure to laugh at Eurid's intimidation as a prank and drastically detach Eastern military intimidation.

Even every second of it, I didn't want to be exposed to that gaze.

So then I really wanted to escape, and I turned my back and tried to escape.

The Kingsguard... doesn't move.

Is it because of Ceylan's suppression in mind?

I don't blame anyone, I don't chase them.

The door is just a few moments away.

I can't think about anybody moving.

"Khaw Gaston. The king and those who will be with him, they are not men. Give me that, you fool."

That word came down from Seylan, right after that.

My legs snap abruptly and I fall.

I try to get up right away, but my legs don't move the way I want.

"Ha... ah...!

In the meantime, breathing becomes painful.

It's as if the air thinned, just around you.

Or is everything in your gut crushed?

There's no need to think about the cause, it's the pressure of Seylan's release.

Over the shoulder, turn around.

At the end of his gaze, there is still a black veil (veil) that does not enlighten his emotions.

Stay here, they're pointing it at me.

"Takeshi... Takeshi..."

But the sound of war could never be heard.

Bumps, Seylan mouths some kind of spell.

It is said that no one in the world knows that, royal secret.

Around Seylan, magic letters (arts glyphs) begin to float.

Eventually it starts moving quickly, colliding with each other and making sounds that can be played.

Is it because of the collision, or the blue flash that comes out sporadically? They increased in intensity and spread to the surroundings, breaking down mortar walls and creating a storm of debris.

Drifting is a peculiar smell.

If there were arcs here, I would have been able to instantly determine that this was an ozone smell.

When Seylan unraveled his hand, the flash that was playing clutteringly converged in front of its palm.

And be put down, the spell.

"of the ruling ■ ■. -"

A flash of heat quickly crushes the Marquis' screams, tearing apart the ears of those in line.

All vision was filled with white light and blue. What remained after that was the remains of the carburized and black-burned Marquis of Carw Gaston.

In a room filled with silence immediately after the roar, the sound of a solitary drink rings.

Whatever that is, it belongs to the Kingsguard.

It was only one end of Seylan's power, but enough to scare them.

............... after Ceylan stared at what had been the Marquis for some time.

"... and Eurid. Any luck finding the mastermind?

"That's what reports are coming up that Caru Gaston was killed the night he was captured."

"The secretary did a mouth seal?

"No, apparently the eldest son of the Laceft family who raided the Marquis mansion, on its feet"

"... well. The guy named Arcs seems to have a good eye."

It emits words like Seylan was impressed, but on the other hand, Eurid seems to have something to think about.

"Your Highness. Would you like to summon Arcs Laceft? I know that if raids on senior aristocrats are to be a problem, we need to hold them accountable."

"No, you don't have to."

When I say that Ceylan is unnecessary, I explain why.

"- This time is only an affront between the nobles, and even the factions to which the two families belong have settled the matter. Sometimes the royal family is forced to twist it back."

"But if you only succeed or lose one, you can also think of dissatisfaction coming from the other. Preventing dissatisfaction spearheads from facing the royal family is also the endeavor of the exchangers"

"I don't have a problem with that either. There is a good chance of putting some of the nobles already under the Marquis' umbrella in the cauldron. No matter, with a collar."

"Are you sure you want to give me interest?

"Kama is good. The Marquis' territory is confiscated, and all its business is taken over by the royal family. If you get any greedy, your father will tell you that you've done too much."

"Then I know if you'd like to."

When the two stories are settled, Seylan sounds a laugh of joy seeping from the back of his veil (veil).

"Hehe, but to the man named Arcs Laceft, on the contrary, the rest must be thanked. Thanks to the early extermination of the rats, we were able to expel the mastermind without compromise to the Inspectorate."

Wisdom in trying to embed the aristocracy and the ability to carry it out.

If the man had lived, he would have wanted some consideration with this result.

I'm not hairy enough to allow Ceylan to do that, but it must have been annoying.

The fact that you removed that annoyance beforehand was a commendable place for Ceylan.

Fujisairan takes a glimpse of the Marquis of Gaston.

And

"Caru Gaston, you are poison. It's poison that eats away the people. As long as such things are in you, this country can never be strong. If so, it's only logical to take it away quickly."

Words that are spilled like sighs after the aftertaste of those words disappears.

"... this country is now one step closer to a strong country."

That was the voice of Seylan when the meat still smoked [among the silver ashes].