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

"Dear Deat. Sorry for the leftovers..."

"Fine, not at all! I love this fish pie."

I received a slice of fish pie from the village chief, a red-brown-haired boy with a smiley face.

Cheeks full of mouth for a night meal, while being embarrassed by an assistant man.

Rent the living room of the village chief's house, each seated in a chair.

In front of Arcs, a red-brown-haired boy who seems satisfied after a night's meal.

In spite of the seats I've been asked about, I don't feel the severity.

Sometimes I suppose because I've already protected the village once.

Instead, his interest in someone he doesn't know seems to be winning, and somewhat like he played, a fun gaze is pointed at him.

What is your impression of him... something like Lang or something?

The look of a loving smile, lying on your desk and peeking in, puppy whilst.

Follow your squire and assistant behind each other. Face to face.

The place folds, the red-brown-haired boy opens his mouth.

"Bye, again. My name is Dietri."

"Me, boy!?

It was when the red-brown-haired boy was about to say his introductory words.

An assistant man hurries to pinch his mouth.

Surprisingly, the red-brown-haired boy showed a bare gesture that he noticed, blaming him for something.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, he was. He was. My name is Deet. It's just a deet. Say hello."

"... Regards"

To an unnatural greeting, return the greeting.

I reworded it, but at the time I'm putting the word "just" on it, I'm not escaped from unnaturalness already. Instead of deliberately falsifying your identity, you can somehow see the implicit understandings.

For once, I guess I'm on the spot for not revealing my identity.

Position being placed.

Relationship with others.

I can deduce my identity from it, but I don't even have to dare mention it here.

I will not pursue it in particular, but listen carefully to it.

"So this is Galanga, your assistant and sponsor. I'm keeping these guys."

The red-brown-haired boy, Deet introduces him that way, the man who was an assistant next door bows his head.

The hairs are getting lonely, a man of good stature.

There seems to be a status, but the tone precedes somewhat roughness.

It's more like a knockout soldier than a regular soldier.

If so, would you be an experienced sergeant assisting a new American officer?

I guess Deet still leads this unit because he also stands Deet.

Too young to be young, but this kind of thing still exists in this world, if you are somewhat of an identity. It's not particularly unusual to lead troops from a young age and gain experience.

Naturally, the degree of "youthfulness" will vary from house to house.

Then, the man who is now introduced to the way he is, once again says, "It is easy to say Galanga" and bows his head greatly.

And

"From what I've seen, I look good, and I'm elegant in standing and behaving. It's easy to see with your noblemen."

Galanga flashes a glimmer of glare, opposite to the rampant detailing.

It's a relentless gaze, trying to find out who they are.

I'm not questioning our identity, I know we're noble.

In the first place, this is the territory of the Rustinel family.

The fact that other aristocrats enter on their own, etc. does not make a good face, but rather becomes a foul tongue.

You have to follow proper procedures to get inside.

I guess that's this distrust, because it's not well known.

"... First of all, my name is Arcs Laceft. This is my squire Noah and Kazy. So, behind you is Bud, who's giving me guidance."

"The Laceft family..."

"You're a Viscount family of kingdom ancient ginseng. The name Arcs certainly belongs to my eldest brother there."

Deet digs back into his memory, while Galanga's gaze brings a strange light.

Perhaps this man is the same as Gills, and he knows the Wind Rumor of the Example.

Whatever.

"Why did those people come to us?

"For a reason."

"Why, sir?

"Yes, see, here are some writs authorised by the royal family"

Removing the letter from the bag and the seal with the affidavit addressed to the lord Louise Rustinel stiffens the body as Galanga awoke for a moment.

A sealed wax with a royal seal is effective against a human opponent in a proper capacity.

Because they are educated to remember the seal, they simply need to show it without explaining it.

Especially if you are a regular military man, which also has a high status, it works great.

"... May I see it?

"If you can open the letter to the lord over here, I'll be in trouble."

"Yeah. I know. Easy."

Opening the writ from the king to the lord on his own will be punishable both by those who open it and by those who open it.

Galanga glances at the writer. The expression was magical and eventually frowned upon.

I guess I'm concentrating on not missing every word of it.

After some reading, Galanga exhaled loudly.

That's what Deet asks him.

"Galanga, how's it going?

"... you can't be sure. This is an official document. And he's a pretty high priority. Here's a seal stamped with a royal seal."

"Oh, really."

Characteristic impression on the bottom of the letter.

Seeing the proof that it was issued by the Crocellulodes, Deet also looks convinced.

Since the procurement of silver also has the aspect of an order issued by the royal family, the writ has been sentenced to jade. If we show this, we can only do it domestically, but we don't have to bother to follow the annoying procedure.

Secondly, Deet tilts his neck.

"But why haven't you put me in touch? I'll pick you up from here."

"Around there... guess what I mean by having a letter like that"

The procurement of silver is a matter of moving forward in the back. When it comes to the scale of touching, etc., you will be asked to respond accordingly, and then it will be important to treat guests as guests.

Because of the presence of magic gauges, we don't want to make it big if possible.

Deet, on the other hand, talks to Galanga, a whisperer.

I'm guessing you're asking Galanga what that means. I heard voices such as "close to destiny," and eventually Deet gave me the look of being good at it.

"I see what's going on. So, did you stop by this village after all?

"Oh. The mountain roads were blocked, so I came here."

"If you're going to take a detour, this is the best place. Naturally it will be."

"Oh, yeah. I ask you once, what do you pay for your stay? Decent?

"If you're paying, I've done stamping and repairs instead of letting you stay."

"Yes, this one is already very helpful..."

When the village chief says so, Deet is surprised.

"Huh? What? Can you arc and engrave?

"Oh, oh... I can, but that's it?

Deeto builds momentum as this one faces the unexpected.

"Then why don't you look at mine, too? My sword. I haven't been feeling well for a while now and I was going to show it to the technician..."

That's what Deet says, turning to the giant sword he's standing on.

And just down like jumping out of a chair.

Galanga holds his head and pounds his novel like a shudder.

"Boy, you know..."

"Huh? No, 'cause you need it!? That's my weapon!

"That's true, but there will be a place..."

"No! Most importantly! What if you can't kill your enemies at times!

"You don't have to slash it somewhat, because if you get slapped like that, humans die lightly."

Galanga tries to embarrass the swollen deet somehow.

Contrary to my position, I feel a lot more childish about my attitude and what I did.

"No, it's fine to see it. After using the magic, I want you to rest a little, if possible."

"Something like that! Nice to meet you!"

With words of understanding in his mouth, Deet comes with a full grin.

An innocent grin. Again, it looks like a puppy somewhat.

On the other hand, Galanga bows her head sorry.

"So, did the Deets take those bandits after all?

"That's right. Show up around here if you've done it lately. Come on. I'm in trouble too."

"So boy..."

"Huh? Ah... Shit"

Garanga was stunned by Deet's far-fetched remarks.

Deet, on the other hand, realizes it and becomes the face of "I did it".

Gently speaking of the hindsight of the rear is the same as exposing one's steeplechase.

Just stubborn mouths are no match for life among the nobles.

Looks like you've noticed that, but the festival's over.

Exhale like Galanga gave up.

"Please keep this a secret."

"Oh."

Such an interaction is exchanged with Arcs.

"Even we can't just say no to our territory. The thieves seem to be out in the surrounding area, making noise everywhere."

"Hmm, this is how you always end up behind your back. I wonder how it can't work out like this when you're netting."

Finally, Deet blurs out.

Not much like this, I shouldn't say what I thought, but I'm only old. There will be no choice around here.

By the way, when you ask me how I'm trying to catch you.

"This one's dressed like a bandit, trying to suck it out, too"

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"Carry the golden-eyed stuff and make it look good."

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"I'm doing a lot of things..."

Ask Deeto, who seems to be running all the strange maneuvers.

"... effect?

"That's it at all. I think it's a good idea..."

Garanga sighs loudly while Deet roars her troubles hmm.

Besides, I guess I'm struggling because I have to listen to some things to say.

In the meantime, Deet spilled a sigh on the sieve.

"His Royal Highness Saylan is here now. I'm gonna be in trouble."

"Hmm? Your Highness? Are you coming around here?

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm talking about inspecting Nadal territory. So, come around here... are you even close to Nadal territory now? If they find out there was bandit damage at a time like this, it could be a hassle. I wish you'd at least come after I caught you."

"That would be true, too, but I'd rather be angry first."

"... Ugh, if you don't deliver, Karchan will beat you."

Deet holds his head in tears.

Apparently, he's scared of some kind of lightning, Carchan.

Naturally, it would be about his mother.

As Deet lay down on the table and held his head, Galanga said,

"Anyway, thanks to Lord Arcs for your help. You caught me with your mouth shut."

"Oh, shit! Right!

"... Could it be, boy, you just noticed?

"Yes, no. That's not true!

That's what I'm saying, Deet, who does everything in his power to get deluded.

There's nothing I can do about it at a time when I can see from the side that it's a fallacy.

"Anyway, we can grab their tail with this. Thanks!"

That's how they thank Deet.

After that, explain to them in detail about the bandit raid, the characteristics, etc.

All I had to do was wait, as Galanga said, to extract information from the captured thief.

... reports of those thieves poisoning and dying came just before the Arcs got to the floor.