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

The central throne room is brilliantly colored.

Jewellery with gold and silver jewellery is installed everywhere.

The carpet is made of the finest textile fabric made of the marine state Gran Shell.

From the ceiling a thin silk vale drapes down as a partition like a curtain.

For potted plants, the South is a product taken from the Hanai Islands. Plants similar to pineapple (dust) are embellished in pots and exotic.

A pale, unreliable glow reveals the interior with tinted crystals of luminescent stones.

Highlighting the demon would be the aroma of rising from the oil lamp.

Overall, there is a fantastic atmosphere.

To refer to this as the Throne Room, I come too close to Hua Mei, and it seems almost majestically scarce.

Originally, it is normal for something indicative of the authority of the state or the royal family to be placed, but although it bears a red military flag behind the room, there is a large sofa on the steps where the throne should be, and it seems that the fur of the beast, known as the East-West, North-South and rare species, is laid, while still retaining its shape.

At all, it would be a landscape not to exaggerate to say that you have exhausted all the luxuries of this world.

Money and things, you got everything, it's as if you're telling the story in the way this room is.

On the couch is a man with a terribly thin line.

Skinny as the word skinny comes to mind before the word pity.

But although I do lose weight, there is no pathological unhealth there.

The body is full of vitality, and the eyes are constantly stiffened by silver light as if it had reflected on the blade.

Dressed in white silk clumps, she appreciates gold bracelets, necklaces, and sandals on her feet.

Fingers are thin, as if looking at a woman's thin fingers.

The skin was white, as if it had worn a white magnetic doll.

A crown of laurel trees is placed on the cut gold hair.

The face is equipped with a majesty that makes you look as if you were a teenage boy, but never a boy.

- Aurelia, Hazeth Palace and your seat, the capital of the British Empire.

Leon Grants, an eastern side military affiliate, was in front of the British Emperor Richardio Girlandi.

Richardio is quietly stroking the white child tiger as he deposits himself on the couch.

But those silver eyes remain pointed against Leon.

Now after reporting on the backdrop of the war in Nadal.

Eventually that mouth, which was bound, is opened.

"- Did you lose? I didn't expect you to suffer the defeat of a dragon."

"Despite the forgiveness of His Majesty the Emperor for the raid, this lapse in measures cannot be taken. I'm so sorry."

Leon lowers his head even deeper from his knee-poked position.

Then a bald-headed man, who had refrained beside Richartio, yelled.

"Don't be sorry! Wishing His Majesty so much discretion, he not only failed the raid, but also lost up to half of the Demon Commander Squad who remembered the new magic!

"After all, I have no words to give back. If His Majesty the Emperor wishes, he will always have this neck in his possession."

"Naturally! I don't care if it comes down to some sort of shakedown."

"Well, wait."

Whoever was next to Leon speaks up as the Chancellor firmly blames him.

It belongs to the Central Army of the British Empire, Barg Grubba.

The more you stand, the bigger you are.

Mustache and a strange mochi.

The furry face still reminds me of the Bull (Bison).

Yes, in the collision on the Mill Door Plains, he is a 10,000 unjust soldier who threatened Arcs and Ceylan to go one step further.

Now, in spite of the emperor's presence, his gaze is turned to the prime minister.

On the other hand, when the Chancellor moved his eyeballs slightly, Barg Gruba pointed to himself and made a statement.

"Chancellor, if Leon were to be punished, I would also be punished"

"What, are you..."

"Isn't it? If the general is to blame for the defeat, then I have to blame you too? If you're a general, it's the same thing."

That's what Balg Gruba says, approaching the Chancellor.

If you are in the same position, he says you should be punished as well.

Despite the punishment, it is the Chancellor who rings the roots of his teeth.

This is the opposite. The Prime Minister, whose position is above him, is more like he's being hunted down.

"Bulg, stop"

"But."

"It's okay."

As he sat down, Leon hung his euphemisms on Grubba, who quietly stuffed him to the Chancellor.

In the meantime, Richartio, who kept his mouth shut, opened.

"My Prime Minister."

"Ha"

"Good. Let me forgive you for this loss."

"I would, however, like to ask His Majesty the Emperor to forgive me for my opinion"

"Fine. Forgive me, my Chancellor, what do you say?"

"Ha... if we punish the defect, we will bring it to the principle of prize imperative punishment. I was wondering if General Grants should have some sort of shambles in order to set the throne of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Hmm... punishment"

"Ha ha."

But Richartio answers without even putting it down for as long as he thinks.

"As for this manners, I have to punish them. In this case, my greatest emphasis was on experiments with the operation of new magic and on the information of the magician of the kingdom. If you are getting them without delay, you can say that the measures have been taken."

"But isn't it a painful loss to lose most of the magicians who made you remember the magic brought to you by the silver stars?

"We should be letting the Viscount hold on to the new magic. In that regard, it is not possible for Leon to get wet. Right?

"Ha. About that, already"

"Then fine. All you have to do is make the other magicians remember. As for the outcome of the war, it's just that the dragon's skull was the only vessel. It is also known from the hand of gathering armies. This time only one end of the dragon's bowl was known, and this place should be good. Rather good as a result. All the damage that seems to be done is from the other side."

Yes, if you look at the results, the kingdom just picked a side that went back to sleep.

It is true that the Empire also resulted in the loss of the Magic Master and the Black Leopard Ride, but only a small number of them, neither painful nor itchy as an empire with many talents.

"To it," the emperor Richardio added,

"If we are to punish my lion, we must punish others who have so far failed to attack the kingdom. Then you won't steam it back again."

Richartio says so, but the Prime Minister speaks of his concerns.

"Your Majesty, what will you do if the kingdom complains about this march?

"I have no problem with that. There was a contract between Dusseia and Polk Nadar. And Dusseia sent forth his soldiers according to it, and said unto the messenger that he knew nothing of his country.

"All this is going to be Dusseia's discretion, right? And his family?"

"It would be nice to sacrifice it. Hunt all the necks of the clan and send them to Sinr."

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Leon, who hears Richartio's chilling words, is silent.

That merciless instruction came to my chest more than knowing what that young general was thinking and fighting for.

But the emperor seemed to think Leon's worries were something else.

"My lion. Don't worry about it. Either way, there's not enough temper in the kingdom to turn a soldier outside. Wouldn't it?

"... is"

To Richardio's words, Leon nods.

Words were hung, but naturally it will not be directed at those who lost and died.

- The emperor is made of karaki tricks.

Fu and Leon's brain evoked those words.

That's a bad word for the Emperor Richardio, whispered inside and outside the Empire.

The Emperor has no feelings for others.

Without love, synonymous with no blood.

Therefore, its contents are the same as those of Zenmai and the communication dolls made of gear.

That's why the emperor is made up of liaison tricks.

"Sire, can't you just say it's never going to be possible? Even if you haven't picked up Seylan, think about the kingdom in retaliation."

"No, my lion moved knowing it wasn't there. Wouldn't it?

"will inevitably be a battle with the kingdom on this one, but even if there is, there is something to the extent of a skirmish. You won't be the first to develop into a massive war."

"Right. Sinl also has to show those outfits at home and abroad. But Sinn doesn't want to make a big collision either, so I'm sure you agree with me."

I guess.

At the time of the conspiracy by the nobility, which is the point of border protection, it is impossible to go on an outpost.

Once again, the Kingdom will have to invest in tightening up its own aristocracy, and will not be able to embark on a massive retaliatory battle first.

Something to the extent of a small battle I called retaliation, even if it is.

No matter how you fall, you'll definitely end up with something with a mixed schedule.

Regardless of the offer, if neither wants to fight, it is imperative that this matter disappear naturally.

Naturally, only if reason works for both heads of state.

"Prime Minister. Sinl is not the kind of man who fights with emotion. If you're such a fool as to wage a battle without winning, you'll already be with me."

"Ha"

"Even if Seylan was being discussed, if he understands the gist of the conscript, he will. Must."

Yes, in war we need not only the cohesion of soldiers and generals, but also the unity of the whole country.

The point of battle is that the good fortune, which is a good opportunity, cannot extend to the reason of the earth, and the good of the land does not extend to the unity of the people and the army. Heavenly luck, the interests of the earth are impossible to control at the hands of man, but man can do something about it.

For the first time, the battle of the kingdom can draw its full strength with the tightening of the nobles and the confirmation of their will with the Hordes.

Then we should not move the army without unity in the country.

Such a fold, an official enters the room.

Is it also a rush report?

Eventually, the official poked his knee on the spot and offered a deep courtesy.

What the hell is going on?

"Ha. I will report to you. Your Royal Highness, you have returned."

Eventually the door to the room opens wide after the official makes the report.

Coming in between the thrones was a boy with the same golden hair as Richartio.

The footsteps are light as you take your squire back and forth.

When I was old, I was in my late teens.

Its appearance appears to be similar to that of the Emperor Richartio and his brothers who just look upon him.

Speaking of differences, something with a slight eyeball, so much that it drips to the point where it makes your face feel softer.

Depending on who sees it, which is the older brother and the younger brother is likely to have different opinions.

But he is the son of a clean Richartio.

Ernest Girlandi, Crown Prince of the British Empire.

When Ernesto entered the room, he thanked him greatly.

And when I walk up close to the steps, this time I poke my knee and drool my head deep.

"His Majesty the Emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ernest, just returned from Northern Dumbalude."

I said, "Are you back?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. We're out of time."

"Uhm."

After Richartio's words, Fu Ernesto looks around.

"I thought it was just a rush report...... was I interrupting?

"No, I don't mind"

"What the hell were you talking about?

"I was just getting a report from my lion about the Eastern operation."

"Eastern? Then the kingdom's..."

"Yes."

Ernesto opens his mouth eventually when he closes his eyes as deeply conceived.

"There shouldn't be any interest in competing with our kingdom right now... then were you even in some kind of covert operation?

But the emperor Richartio does not answer.

Ernesto was used to how his father was doing, too, and now he peered into Leon's face.

"Hmm, the lion lord also looks more magical than usual. That means. It's a rarity for you."

"It's not up to me."

"No, no. The battle is won and lost, and the rest is pain-splitting. You won't have a choice. Besides, Lord Lion would have done so little pain."

"Ha ha."

"I guess so."

When Leon replied in the affirmation, Ernest nodded satisfactorily with an unyielding look.

"Fuck off."

"Ha. Emperor Sire"

"Report it."

"Ha ha - in this showdown, we have surrendered completely to the Northern Dumbaludes, our army"

"Mm-hmm. It would be."

Richartio can say goodbye and retreat, even naturally.

Ernesto, on the other hand, seems to have been dissatisfied with such an emperor's attitude.

"Uh... I won, so I just want one of my compliments"

"Go ahead. Praise is only worthy of those who have achieved great merit beyond their height. I still need praise for the work I can do."

"Ha... I'm trusted, I don't know"

Ernesto shrugged his shoulders aloft and shook his neck to the side.

... Even though he is the son of fruit, it is not praised that he floats in front of the emperor, the supreme power in public.

But does no one blame Ernest for his attitude, knowing the relationship?

"How are the soldiers?

When Richartio asked, Ernesto looked troubled,

"That's the end of it... they're all drowning in victory booze."

"Dumbalud's offense has been long. Soldiers in the garrison tighten their hearts once and for all before they are distracted. Even though I surrendered, the situation would easily be turned upside down if the rest of the party had a breakdown that would scratch my sleeping neck"

"As you wish."

Ernesto still pays a great debt of thanks to Richartio for his instructions.

"Is this the only thing left of Meidaria?"

"Ha. The resistance will be more intense than ever."

"... you're doomed. Be well aware that surrendered Dumbaludes and Maidalia have a difference in treatment."

"When you do, it'll take time."

"I don't mind. We need to be prepared to fight the kingdom. The kingdom is not sweet enough to deal with Meidaria at the same time"

"I guess so. The kingdom does not despise the Ten Sovereigns, nor the nobles of the provinces."

In the meantime, Richardio stops his hand stroking the child tiger and turns his gaze to Leon as he remembers.

"Do, my lion. Was it still Seylan who discussed Dusseia?

"Ha. It's just..."

"What?

"Lord Arius tells us that it was because of the great dedication of his servants"

"A squire?"

"Ha. I hear that besides the Kingsguard, Seylan was followed by a silver-haired boy and protected himself to the end."

"Hmm..."

While Richartio speaks out like that, naturally, it is Barg Gruba who has the idea.

Knee slapping, as I remember back then.

"Oh! You're that young samurai! Ummm, young people are still not insulted..."

That's what Balg Gruba said, and how impressed he looked.

Has the emperor moved his forefinger to such a Balgu Gruba attitude?

"You know, it's rare that you're impressed."

"Ha. It is to him that he stood, the imminent fold before Seylan and the Kingsguard. You've been magically inflicted with pain for a long time."

"To you."

"Ha. I remember it well because it was as good as Seylan's in the years"

It was the Chancellor who surprised me to hear the words of Barg Gruba.

"Stupid! He said he was the same age as Seylan!? Wouldn't that be ten or those ages?!?

Leon pinches his supplement even more to him as if he were incredible.

"Twenty elite dusseia and black leopard riders. Though there was Seylan, he said he knocked him out almost alone. And I told him that it was brilliant to have one of Megas's high brothers, Arius."

"Oh my..."

The Chancellor shall remain silent.

No matter how many demon mentors, it was completely incredible, such as the fact that a boy around the age of ten would defeat the elite of the Empire.

The emperor, on the other hand, mysteriously narrowed his eyes to

"Did the dragon get his money... and what was his name?

"Ha. From Lord Arius, with Arcs Laceft"

"Laceft... you were a famous martial arts man in Rhinol"

"We're on the run, but Crave Arvent, the demon conductor of melted iron, is also out of Laceft"

"Hmm..."

Richartio nodded and closed his eyes as hard as he could think of something.