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

Arcs, along with Crave and Noah and Kazzi, were visiting the Guild of Magic Instructors.

The purpose of the visit is with regard to the magic gauge.

Yes, on this occasion today, there will be an official announcement of the Magic Gauge.

Even so, the announcement is not a big one, it's an inside one.

Something secretive, in a way, that gathers only national demon leaders, generals and important figures in the military sphere.

The reason why the announcement took on such a format lies in the nature of the magic gauge.

A major advantage of using a magic meter is that it speeds up the acquisition of magic.

That also means that we will be able to produce a magician with more than a certain amount of power in a short period of time.

It is natural, but military, that it has a direct impact.

That's all that leads to Armament Enhancement with more Magic Instructors, and the National Army-affiliated Magic Instructors will also benefit from it.

Based on those things.

Let's say we make a big announcement about the magic meter, and if this means going out to the city well.

In that case, the magic gauge will soon flow to other countries, and the kingdom alone will not be able to monopolize its benefits.

Even if it's only a matter of time before information is leaked, there's a big difference in the availability of secrets.

That's why important military materiel handling.

So far, only facilities related to the National Army, the Guild of Magic Instructors, and Magic Medicine have been handled, making this a limited announcement.

The venue for the presentation is a room called [Between the Blues] in the Mage Guild.

This is a room used to hold multiplayer meetings and is also used to hold important meetings that bring together National Demon Instructors.

The interior is rectangular, with no windows.

Bright red carpet with prick on the floor.

Tapestry draped from near the ceiling.

A number of pillars carry the royal flag.

In the middle of the room is a glass, co shaped meeting table.

What is installed on it is a name plate indicating the seat next.

It was a castle-inspired interior of medieval Europe that was well imagined as a conference venue.

The interior already has a whole host of National Demon Instructors and National Army generals who have responded to Godwald and Crave's call. We are about to convene other important military leaders, but this time it was carefully selected for the aforementioned reasons.

For this reason, even with the appearance of Perth Clemeria, there is no appearance of Joshua.

Godwald and Crave may have taken it into account around here.

(I finally climbed this far. That was a long time......)

Arcs immerses himself in the tremors of joy in a simple waiting area set up indoors.

Production and coordination, plus two years of time spent to increase production.

Of course, because age is the age, the timing of the announcement had to be taken into account, and I had to be cautious, but as a young man it seemed terribly long.

Second, the clave that was next door comes to me.

"What? Are you nervous?

"Yep. This is still the place..."

Then there was Godwald, the guild leader, with the scary face behind him.

"Arcs Laceft. You can make it easier. If there are any deficiencies, we will deal with them each time."

"Oh, thank you. Guild Length"

"There's no way we know more about this than you do in the first place."

"So is that."

Guild chief creates a small grin on his mouth and agrees with Crave's words.

... I was told to take it easy, but I still can't get rid of all the tension.

"What, you don't have to be so uptight"

"Look, look at that."

Following Crave's words and watching from the side of the partition, each face gathered seems to be interested in a conversation.

Something quiet because the generals have heard beforehand about magical associations or because they don't think they are directly involved.

But some of the Magic Instructors are talking hard.

Skinny male magician of unknown age at first glance.

An elegant old magician in men's clothing.

A demon mentor leans on his back as he cares and plays with walnuts in his hands.

A long-haired female exorcist, dressed in a white dress.

A girl demon mentor in a triangular hat reminiscent of a witch's daughter.

Guys, it's distinctive and the outfit is distinctive.

When you turn your ears to them like that...

●

A male wizard who was walnuting sighs loudly.

"I can't let it get any worse..."

In spite of this place where all important humans gather, can you say without saying that because the skin on the surface is thick or what?

But there's a real, annoying atmosphere seeping into my voice.

Then the magician in the triangle hat sitting in front of him turns his blamed half-eye.

"How did you get here if you were so billionaire?

"'Cause it's my husband's partition of molten iron. I knew you wouldn't answer, right?

"You have to be at a meeting of the National Magic Instructors in anyone's compartment. I mean, why is it so troublesome?

When the magician of the triangle hat asks, the magician who was walnuting answers with a more serious face.

I have a very serious business to attend to today.

"What?

"Sleep"

"You must die."

Released from his little mouth was a chilling gaze and words.

I don't even have a bite.

There is such an exchange, while a wizard in a white dress asks a male wizard sitting in his seat.

"Mr. Lowheim. Do you know anything about today's announcement?

"Yeah, well, the guild chief told me about it."

"What's that?

"I have an announcement to make, and I'm not going to explain it here."

"Right. Sorry......"

If you're a woman in a white dress, you must have read in depth that she pointed out that she was wild.

Mouth an apology and bow your head peppery without doing too much.

On the other hand, the male exorcist, who seemed to be of unknown age, still didn't have that much intention. "You don't have to apologize," he said in a kind voice.

Then the walnut wizard turns to the grin contained in his male wizard.

"Don't you actually even know the big husband of the water truck or something?

"Hehe..."

What was returned was a laugh that contained something that would make the truth unobtrusive.

I hear the walnut magician got caught in smoke (Chem) with that grin.

"Hey, big husband. Don't be a jerk. Just tell me."

"Dear Waterwheel, I'm definitely going to tell him to go home if he asks."

"Ah? Naturally, right?

"Fair enough, Mr. Frederick. You'll never regret attending today's gathering."

"Ugh..."

Exactly because of what the superiors have told me, the walnut magician pushes silence.

Then, this time, the old exorcist in men's clothes, who was sitting opposite the male exorcist, opened his mouth.

"I see. So that's all the research that's going to be published this time, right?

"Yes. But did Master Gastarks not hear from the guild chief?

"This time I was busy designing a new fort, and in addition to that, I was able to develop a disciple. I couldn't hear you."

The old demon mentor then speaks to Perth Clemeria, one of the generals who was next door.

"What about Uncle Clemelia? You will also be associated with Lord Arvent."

"No. Lord Rondiel. This isn't even in my ear."

"Really... then this study was proceeded quite carefully"

"Is that right?

"Hmm. These kinds of information are always leaking to someone. When I bought the goods needed for research, fished the books, and borrowed the wisdom of the same national magician. So someone doesn't know who he is and I'm guessing. But this time it's not there at all."

Perth and the other generals also divulge words that impressed "ho".

"I didn't even ask if I was doing anything. I wonder how precautionary it must have been to keep it secret."

That's what the old exorcist said, he turned his gaze to the male exorcist sitting in the front again.

Then the male exorcist,

"It seems to be the study of the Wizard, not you, that will be presented, Crave."

"Yeah? Even though it's my husband's call for melting iron?

"What do you mean?

"Let's wait for the announcement first. Apparently, you're better prepared, aren't you?

The magicians try to hear it out, but with the appearance of the guild chief on the field, they all had to be quiet.

●

Guild Chief Godwald advances out of a simple waiting area.

Eventually, when he got to a predetermined position, he uttered a stern voice and expressed his thanks to everyone on the spot.

"I would like to start by thanking those who gathered me during my busy schedule"

When the guild leader looks around the face where he gathered, the field air tightens.

Guild Chief Godwald is the head of the National Magic Instructor.

Even the generals in line are in awe of him before them. What seems to afford is an old demon mentor in menswear and an ageless male demon mentor, and about the oldest of the generals, Perth.

Only one of them showed a strange attitude.

Witchy daughter-inspired triangle hat and a magic guide dressed in a robe.

Noah whispers under his ear as he looks at her in wonder.

They say that's Merklea String, one of the National Magic Instructors.

Besides, he only looks like a looking girl with a back length and a face, but that's what he says he's in his mid-twenties.

She had her face covered with both hands for some reason like that.

"... it's Merklea. Why do you hide your face with your hands?

"The guild leader is afraid of his face. That's why."

…………

Apparently, he just says he's scared of his face, and he doesn't want to face the guild leader directly from the front.

Poor guild leader.

After a while, Merklea, the magician of the triangle hat, moved his covered hand slightly to

"... Are you okay now?

"Oh. I haven't seen that one"

That's what the guild chief says, but there's no way that's actually happening, and he's gazing at her.

Meanwhile Merklea stepped aside, honestly believing what the guild leader had to say.

If so, it's only natural to disturb...

"Hih!? This way, this way, this way! It's a lie!"

"You mean like you're scared just to look at your face!

"Hiuuuu! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!

When the guild chief yells, Merklea begins to beg for his life with half a cry.

The same was true when I visited the Demon Instructor Guild before, but why does the word 'kill' come up when everyone sees the guild leader?

Is it also such a bloody and solemn past?

... well that's the other wound. I'm sure there is.

Then the old demon mentor looked smudged somewhere,

"Uhm. Its mere existence frightens the National Magic Instructor. That's Godwald."

"Dear Gastarks..."

The Guild Leader is also a whirlwind to an old demon mentor who speaks of some uneven sentiment.

Anticipating that the guild leader's greetings are complete, with Crave, head next to the guild leader.

Crave is the guardian of this one, and Noah and Kazzi are the assistants.

The fact that there are children out there who don't look like assistants or officials makes them all look strange, but keep it up.

Fold in position, first Crave greets you with a bow of grace.

"All of you are gathered busy and have no words of gratitude"

It's a language I can't imagine from my usual crave.

I guess it's because there are people in a higher position than Crave on the field.

Makes Perth think of a day when he was responding to it.

At the end of Crave's greeting, the walnut magician speaks up.

"Melted iron husband. Can you keep it short today, please? The call is not for you or the guild leader."

"What do you mean, you? Are you telling me that if the gathering was a call from old Gastarks or Master Lowheim, it wasn't answered?

"Huh? No, that's not it..."

The walnut magician wandered around with Crave pointing out a light mouth hole.

He's alternating to look at the complexion of the two magicians who were in his seat, and he's starting to make excuses such as "That's not how it is" and "With the Aya of the Word..."

Then an ageless male exorcist raised his index finger and

"Frederick, you're the second generation of the National Magic Instructor. You're in trouble, so..."

"Ugh..."

"You've been told"

"... uuuuuuuuu"

The walnut magician returns a powerless voice to Merklea's pointers and urchins.

On the other hand, Crave seemed to have other areas of concern.

"No - the Lowheim Master. Who is your first generation, by the way?

"You don't have to explain that, do you?

When a male demon mentor says so, everyone sees the crave.

Uncle Crave, he's pretty messed up after all.

Crave gives a bad-looking look to the bat when the wizard called the master laughs when he dulls. Apparently he's the same as Godwald, one of those people who can't get his head up for Crave.

Crave looks around once he coughs up the bad ass and pays it off.

And

"... I know there's no Alicia guy, but what's wrong with Renault and Cassime?

When Crave uttered the question, the guild chief answered it.

"Renault inspected the South, Qassem was quickly given Alicia's supervising life by His Majesty"

"Right. I would have liked to have all the national magicians in the country if I could. Let's just say the three of them were unlucky."

When Crave says so, an earlier male demon mentor gives a quiet look,

"Bad luck, is it"

"Yeah. It sucks. Later, Renault will regret it."

"Renault, I can't imagine where you regret it."

"No, no matter how much that upside down face, I'll just do one toothpick this time."

"For Christ's sake, they are the same."

But even if the three men are combined, not all of the National Magic Instructors...

(... hey Noah. There's been one more national magician before, so there's twelve of them all, right? It's not enough for those three, is it?

(... you two who didn't get a name are magicians from another country. Shrelia Limarion, Magic Instructor of the Hunter Demon, is one of the generals of the Allied Sapphire Berg. On the other hand, the Wizard bearing the name of the disease is His Majesty Al Rizzeri Baldan, King of the Kingdom of Zelips, an independent monarch under the umbrella of the Kingdom of Rhinol)

(... uh, you're also appointing me as a demon mentor in another country)

Sure, if you're a magician from another country, you can snort that you're not here.

Because Sapphireburg is a neighbor but far from the king's capital, it should not be immediately possible to summon him, and it should be difficult to answer calls because even independent monarchs with territories and ministers are being chased by national politics.

In this case in the first place, since we are both human beings from other countries, it may be that as a result of caution in the convocation….

Two, a female magician in a white dress saw this one.

"Lady Crave, who's that girl you showed up with? Based on the color of your hair, I think you're related..."

"Hmm. In five more years, they'll think you're going to be a flying beauty. Mhhhhhh..."

An old demon mentor follows with such merciless anticipation and a creepy laugh in his mouth.

It was right after.

Blurring and unexplained tremor.

Seeing, the old demon conductor had turned his gaze on Skebezzii.

"Hey, old Gastarks. This is my nephew."

Then the wizard, who was walnuting, rounds his eyes.

"Nephew? Is he a man? With that crap? No, you're a kid, so I guess that happens..."

On the other hand, the old magician who asks about it hardens his behavior and expression as if he had been devastated.

And it changes quickly,

"Right, man? Are you a man even though you are so cute? Hmmm...... that's such a shame...... ku!

I guess I just thought it was a girl. The old demon mentor began to squeeze blatantly.

Or I'd say don't cry about that.

... Shit. That looks like a gentleman, but he's a pervert. He's a so-called perverted gentleman.

The women who see the old demon mentor are pulling slightly more than frightened.

I guess that means he's totally recognized as such (sketchy).

But that old demon mentor, he was called Gastarks.

In other words, Gastarks Rondiel, the magician of the castle fortress.

The name, I've heard of Arcs, too.

(Oh, the great hero of the kingdom is a perverted gentleman...)

In the kingdom, perhaps the most famous wizard is him.

He is a demon mentor who has raised many martial arts medals from the generations of his predecessors, and is such an adult that it is said that without him the kingdom would already have been absorbed by the Empire.

... That's the perverted gentleman.

Even though I'm just a little shocked by the fact, I come back to say hello.

"My name is Arcs Laceft. Thank you for today."

When I thank you, some of it goes out of my way.

Some would have heard his name because Joshua is bragging about his incompetence.

The walnut magician speaks the question.

"So? Why do you have a husband's nephew?

"Well, I'm presenting my research because it's not me, it's this guy."

"Huh? That little one? Not my husband?

"Oh."

The walnut magician turned toward the guild leader as he confirmed, and the guild leader nodded as well.

And the guild leader before the indoor is wrapped in further blurring.

"Solemnly, people. There will be a lot of questions about this, but first..."

When the guild chief says so, everyone gathered [during the blue] stands up in unison, inspired by the words, wondering what they would do.

"- With Renault Einfast, the club's facilitator, absent, this oath will be executed by this Godwald Zilvester, who will be entrusted by His Majesty the Guild of Magic Instructors"

Guild length's, heavy, strict voice echoes indoors.

And it goes on and on,

"First of all, about the National Magic Instructors who are not here, but the fifth seat I named earlier, Renault Einfast, the Magic Instructor of the Wall. Seat VIII, His Majesty King Al Rizzeri Baldan, Magic Master of Disease Zelips. Seat ten, Shrelia Limarion, demon mentor of the hunter. Seat eleven, Kasseem Laurie, the dazzling magician. Seat twelve, Alicia Rotterbell, a thirsty demon mentor. Please note that all of the above National Magic Instructors were busy and were not able to attend."

Once the guild chief separated words there, they were loud enough to pass well indoors,

"Then people. Loyalty to the royal family."

It was shortly after I said so.

"- Have some loyalty to the royal family!

The national magicians.

The generals.

Together, they all proclaim their eternal loyalty to the royal family in unison, without the madness of dimensions.

From a trick that puts your arm against your chest and punches your heel against the floor.

What was released was audio that weighed enough to rock the entire building.

The body then heaved badly, as if gravity had multiplied a few times.

(hey......!?

Unexpectedly, I groan in my heart.

Vision reddened as if G had been applied and flashed slightly in front of him.

It didn't take long to realize it was due to nature and the prestige that pervaded the bodies of those on the ground.

If you look around, your calm face is a mess. He has a temperamental look on his face.

Not only the generals, who were perhaps powerless because it was a magical announcement.

And the little female magician who was frightened by the Alliance leader's face.

And the wizard who said it was a pain in the ass.

I thought it was a woman and sent a sketchy gaze to the old magician.

Even Uncle Crave, who now stands next door.

Everyone expresses their faith in their faces, which can also be called madness through a serious look.

I can see that I dedicate all of my heart and blood to the kingdom.

The eyes certainly had a burning will not to hate dying for the royal family.

... If you ask the people who are in line right now, you will probably get the same answer.

It is precisely a tie of iron.

If I hadn't been intolerant of continuing to bathe in Crave's martial arts, I would probably have graduated.

Secondly, Noah brings his face closer to his ear.

(... Arcs, is it important?

(... I manage to live. What about Noah?)

(... me too, this is a little harsh)

As the two of us whispered that, Kazzi put a fatigue on his expression,

(... made me want to go home)

(... no)

(... no)

(.................. right)

Still a sigh of sigh that makes you feel tired, Kazuki. It's the same thing I want to get away with, but there's no point in trying so hard if I don't step on it here.

When the oath is over, the guild leader cuts the point.

"Today's announcement concerns the research findings and productions of Arcs Laceft, the eldest son of the Laceft family here. I would ask people to listen carefully because it is something that will make a huge difference in the history of magic technology in the kingdom"

"Transformation?

"That's right. I am so sure."

"No, but..."

"There will be many questions for the people. But I want you to ask me first...... then Arcs, before"

Reply to the words of the guild leader, "Yes," and get on the table that Noah has prepared for you.

I resent being short, but right now, anyway.

"- What I'm announcing today is a tool that allows you to quantify the amount of magic you have."

The sunny stage that finally came.

The first curtain is now up.