Sophienne of power is staring at the "emperor's speech."
"...."
a silent battle The eyes of the wise king scour all the sentences. It's different from the past when I read a little and was lazy to step down.
Such a change in the emperor is embarrassing for his subjects. This is especially true of Romelok and Cruhan, who lead the two major political factions.
"...."
"...."
They exchanged glances without saying a word.
Lazy Sophien had not been interested in politics and internal affairs, so he thought it would be possible to conduct "politics of harmony" with the divine authority, even if the Holy Army is not good.
It was not long before Sophienne said.
"I will revise the first sentence of this speech."
"A speech, a speech."
Your Majesty is very arbitrary.
The apparent tyrant's quality of not listening to his subjects and even trying to revise his speech.
"That's right."
"Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with the speech. It's a sentence written by God Romelok and Kruhan Ball together."
Lomelok, the old god of sixty, said. Cruhan of the opposition parties bowed his head in the same way.
Now the two political factions have formed a temporary alliance.
"Yes, you're right. A very important speech that all the subjects have gathered together."
"No."
Sophienne cut them off. Then he pointed to the first sentence.
"Do we really need to mention the names of continental countries one by one?"
The first sentence of the speech begins with referring to the Eight Kingdoms of the Continent. Leoc is the first, and the Duke of Euren is the last.
"I'll just change it to 'eight countries.'
At first glance, it is easy to mistake a ceremonial speech, but the problem is that order.
Which country's name comes out of the Imperial Emperor's mouth first. It is quite an important diplomatic issue for countries on the continent, just a word.
"No, Your Majesty. Give me a heads up. This is the result of history and diplomacy that came down from the Great."
"""Call for me!"""
The cries of the subjects echoed like an echo. Sophiene put her finger on her temple and shook her head.
"That's enough. Jim is not bound by the past. I'll correct the first sentence, so be it."
"Tong-"
"Anyway!"
The emperor rose to his feet with a roar. His servants lowered their eyes at the formidable aura.
"It's Jim's heart. That's all for the morning."
She walked to her own bedroom. Late, 'No way!' was the screech, but he didn't even notice it.
"...something like a burgee."
As soon as he returned to the palace, he threw out his speech.
"How much gold is there in this speech. How much did you pay to make this sentence?"
Every country on the continent bribes its empire, big or small. In fact, it is not wrong to describe it as tribute, but the problem is that more than 70 percent of it is concentrated on officials in the political world.
It was due to the gentle nature of the Qiang Krevaim.
"The money belongs to Jim now."
However, the speech will be a message to many countries on the continent.
The bribes you've given your subjects are no longer useful – so devote your efforts to the imperial family now – and so on.
Of course, there are many other parts of the speech that I don't like, but if they're too uncooperative, they might respond intelligently.
It is also important to reduce their 'brainer' efforts now.
So if you don't want to be bothered, you're right to pretend to be an impromptu and arrogant king.
"Politics… is a nuisance."
Sopien, sprawled on the bed, suffers from boredom again.
Lying blankly, he recalls all his memories, not politics, but his daily life.
A hundred and thirty years of repetition of death and regression.
Desculane who abandoned his life during those days.But these days, Sophienne is burdened by his 'hidden heart'.
I feel uncomfortable with the feeling of being sincere all the time.
"...oh."
Sophienne doesn't know the intent of Desculane, who didn't save Yuli from destruction.
At least rational reasoning is impossible. It's only possible to guess emotionally.
"He's really abandoning her…"
Sophienne has no idea. The principle of human emotion is madness that she still hasn't mastered, or is forever impossible, but Desculane is such a good hiding person.
"Hmm… "
Sofien looked up at the snow globe from the end of the bed. It was still snowing in it.
"Kayron, I don't think you know."
The one who lived alone all his life. An old bachelor who doesn't even know a woman.
"I hope he doesn't bother Jim too much…"
Sophienne looked at herself in that mirror.
Certainly, it was absolutely beautiful. It was something that anyone on the continent would admit.
"Tsk."
Even this beauty bothers Jim.
Sophienne, with her tongue in her mouth, pulled out a messenger. It was an object connected to the old teaching article, "Uly."
"I don't know what's going to happen."
She felt sorry for Yuri, who looked like Cairon. There was also a bit of a weird feeling that she had taken hers away.
So, when this situation was settled for some time, I was going to bring it back to the Imperial House…
....
The harsh northern part of the country, where tens of thousands of monsters move south even in a year. The territory of the white man who has imprinted the proverb "North Koreans are strong" on the continent.
Among them, Yuli stands in the square of the Prheiden Order, a place of knights that the people especially admire.
"...winter knights."
There are 300 members in the main building of the Order. Including the knights on duty throughout the territory, it is wanted, and each one is filled with pride in his or her affiliation and origin.
"...."
That's why they don't look at Yuli. In the back, she glances as if she is embarrassed. She is, of course, a direct descendant of Prheiden, but because she committed an unacceptable disgrace as an unidentified knight.
"Now the South Sea is not far away."
Standing on the platform of the square, Zite also doesn't give Uly a look. Yuli takes that fact for granted.
"The monster's waves will hit the change. But the Holy Father has accepted the right support for Prheiden, and I will place the knights in each of the key places. We will seek unbreakable battle lines."
The key points selected by Zite and his staff are 13.
Knights of Prheiden can volunteer to choose one of them.
"One by one, come up to the podium and show your will."
Then, the first-row knight climbed to the podium. He took the North's example to Zite and revealed his choice to all the knights in the square.
"I, Griffin, will show my valor and determination in the walls of Rohel."
There is not a single place that is easy to call among the easiest. It's a good place to buy everything.
-Descendants of the trade, Griffin!
Therefore, articles from Prheiden support the choice of colleagues.
"I'm Victor. I'll protect the villagers at Fort Domon."
– Belloris' exoneration, Victor!
A glorious title that every knight of Prheiden has at least one. The echo fills the square.
It is an ancient relic of the system, but it is still a tradition of encouraging articles in Prague.
"Bomas will choose Humphi Dokun Khan!
-Gerun's giant, Bomas!
That's how the knights' choices continue, but only one.
There is a point that has been abandoned by all.It is by far the worst of the eleven main points, but it is not to be avoided because of fear or too hard.
Save it for the most dishonorable knight, or for the knight. He gives himself an opportunity to atone.
"...."
Therefore, everyone's attention was focused when Yuri stood on the podium. There were no cheers that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth. It was just silence.
Yuli said without hesitation.
"I'll take the record."
Recordac, a prison where only the worst criminals on earth are imprisoned, and a human wall that defends monsters going south.
In a hellish place where more than 80 percent of inmates are dying in a year, Yuli volunteered.
"I see."
Zite nodded at her. The knights in the square didn't cheer her on, but the stinging gaze faded.
"Knight Daya chose Recordak."
Zait didn't even call her Yuli. Yuri wasn't just a weak enough article to be upset about that.
"Yes."
Coming down from the podium, Yuli met the eyes of the knights who looked at her. There was a lot of resentment, patheticness, disappointment, sadness, anger, betrayal and so on.
Yuli endured the whole thing.
Compared to what he did to himself, this is a very light ordeal.
"Now, after a month of training, we will go to each other's main points. Until then, we'll all improve our skills personally."
Said Zait. The charisma was enough without a loud voice.
Prheiden's knights answered loudly as if they were looking at the king.
"""Yes!"""
* * *
Imperial Imperial University is now in its midterm period. However, there was no interim test in my class, so my only job as a professor was to check the research assistant's thesis.
"Hey, why is the car so good? The brand is the same as me."
On the way back to the Eucline mansion by car. Ehelm in the next seat muttered.
I took out a book without saying a word. It was the best seller "Blue Eyes" given by Sophienne.
[It's too early to say winter] There's a lot of snow in the system…
"What the h**l is this?"
While reading the first sentence, Lee Helm keeps fiddling with his seat belt.
For your information, the belt is the result of my direct involvement in car design. As the concept of safeguards is still lacking in this world.
There aren't that many cars in the first place to get into a car accident.
Whoosh——Whoosh——
Lee Helm played with the seat belt, saying, "Stretch and shorten it."
"Is this magic stuff?"
It was quite disturbing. I put down the book I was reading.
"Shut up."
Then Lee Helm shrugged.
"You can explain. What's this?"
I fastened his seat belt with "Yeondong." Ew-helm made a breathtaking sound for a moment.
"Oh, it's binding. It was for transporting prisoners."
"...."
It did not necessarily correct. As soon as you come across it, you'll think it's a prisoner who got hit by a car shamelessly.
"Hmm? Hey, isn't that a leaf?"
Then this helm pointed out the window.
"...."
Eprin in a backpack was waddling like a penguin. Some boxes followed him like pets. It was a pretty cute use of "pyeondong."
Lee Helm grinned and opened the window.
"Hey!"
"Argh!"
E-Prin, who rose like a surprised cat, looked back.
"It's nothing!"
"I called because I was glad to see you. Why."
"Oh, really, what are you doing, Professor?"
The growling one found me. Then he asked, tilting his head.
"Are you two going together?"
"Oh, we're on the same way. Leaf, what about you?
"...I'd like to send my luggage first. I got accepted."
Eprin glared discontentedly at Lee Helm. Like a laser.Maybe it's because of this Helm, but these days, it's also famous for its leaves. Sooner or later, even Allen is about to call it a leaf.
"Where are you going to pass?"
At the question, Ephrine looks at me. It is scratching the back of the neck without answering.
Lee Helim asked again.
"Why? What did you pass?"
"...Eukline Wizard Training."
"Hmm? Oh, that? Hasn't it been announced yet?"
"I got accepted in advance."
"Preliminary acceptance?"
This Helm looked back at me again.
Yucline's continental wizard training.
It is a wizard development program on Lake Island in the Eukline estate every winter. Usually only talented university wizards are selected, and quite famous wizards come as daily mentors…
Jeriel told me that.
However, I didn't expect E-Prin to pass.
"Your professor must think you're terrible. Such a famous program was accepted in advance, like corruption."
"What are you saying? It's not corruption."
Lee Helm grinned as she saw Eprin in panic.
"But the leaves. Are you done with your midterms?"
"No, there's about half left, and I think it's almost perfect, but it's not the leaves!"
"Oh, really? Perfect score?"
"...yes."
"How many days does training stay?"
"I heard it's a week's schedule. Am I right, Professor?"
Eprin asked me. I closed the window without answering.
Even though E-Prin is dumbfounded outside the window, I don't know much about training. I don't want to say I don't know.
Lee Helm said.
"Right, Deculane. Did you get a training mentor?
"...."
Yeriel did ask for a cast.
Nothing is in progress yet, but I don't think it's too difficult. Rosério, Gindalp, Louina, etc., I don't have a small network.
"Hey. I don't think I've invited a few people, should I go?"
This Helm showed a bit of cheekiness. I narrowed my forehead and glared at him.
The smirk continued.
"Instead, it's a deal. Just let me know why you didn't save Yuli – ugh!"
Immediately, he opened the car door and released Lee Helm.
* * *
...I have begun to recruit a mentor in earnest.
The name is Yucline's training, and if the list is only about professors like Lerlin and Ciare, I'll have problems with my personal appearance.
The first was Rogerio. I called Rogerio on the pretext of meeting students.
"Rogerio, will you be a mentor to this eukline training?"
"Hm? ... ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
Then Rosério's posture changed quite arrogant. She looked at me with her arms folded and legs crossed.
"Well, I'm sure you know. I'm running out of time these days."
"Rogerio, you know that."
I cut her off.
"It's up to me to remove students from my lecture."
"...."
Rogerio's eyes narrow to the side. I take that look with a grain of salt.
Rogerio gave a cool smile.
"Ha ha. Are you threatening me?"
"...."
I didn't say anything. However, he took out the student list from the drawer and held a red pen in one hand.
At the moment, Rogerio's body shook.
"...no, we don't have time. It's a week's work."
"The subsequent content of my class is the pure use of the 'family'. It's much harder than it is now, but it'll be a valuable learning."
Rogerio is sweating coldly. Gulp – the Adam's apple shakes loudly.
I slowly move my pen.
If you draw a line with a red pen, Rosério will be removed from my student list.
"...."
Rogerio's eyes are wide open, and a cold sweat flows under his chin.The moment the red pen finally touched the paper…
"Oh, okay! Come on! How can you be so cheap about this?"
Rogerio reached out and snatched a red ballpoint pen.
I nodded with a smile hidden.
"All right, let's write a contract."
....
The next was Luina.
"Okay, well."
Luna immediately complied with the terms I offered. There were no negotiations, no worries, no delays.
"I'm satisfied with these conditions."
"...is that so?"
"Yes, then we'll see each other in training, right? I'm busy with my research right now.
Smiling – Louina rose from her seat. Then he stopped and looked back at me and said,
"Oh, boss, take care of yourself. So it doesn't hurt any more… "
....
The third was the long-dalf.
I offered a special condition to Gindalf. It was "money" by far.
"Well, I don't know, but this old man doesn't just have a lot of time…"
Gindalp still looked worried, but I put a turtle on the table. It was a long-lived turtle made up of diamond mana stone, the highest peak of mana stone.
"...hmm!"
Longdalf, who coughed loudly, slipped a turtle into his product.
"I see, you've done a great job, and I've done you a great job before. I'll take it as a celebration of Eucline and I reconciled!"
Lol – Gindalf signed the contract with a big smile.
* * *
Three days later. The end of the midterm.
After returning to the tower over coffee, Ephryn was startled to see the crowds crowded on the bulletin board.
"...what is it?"
Magicians gathered there where various training, programs, missions, and requests were posted.
Approaching curiosity, Eprin found familiar characters in the crowd.
"Uh~ Ipa!"
It was Julie, but before I knew it, it went from "Ipi" to "Ipi". It was due to the fact that these days, it is called "leaf" because of its name Lee Helm.
The leaf, no, let out a deep sigh.
"...can you just call me Ippe?"
"Huh? Yeah. Eepy!"
"But what are you doing here? ...he's there, too. Lucia."
Lucia, a wizard of a prestigious family who had a pretty bad relationship with Ephrine. That wanky fellow is staring blankly at the bulletin board's posters.
"Oh, you had a training program called 'U-Line' before. The mentor list has been announced."
"Yeah. But?"
Eprin has already received prior notice of acceptance. Maybe it was thanks to Desculane.
"But what do you mean, Eephy? Look at the mentor list over there. It's crazy, really."
Julie jingled at the expensive artifact. Ephrind looked over there, too.
The first name is Deculane.
That's kind of what I expected, but Roserio, Gindalp, Louina, Ehelm, even the elders of the addicts Astal and Bercht?!
Eprin was astonished.
"What, what is this? Elder Bercht is coming down?
"I know! It's a mess right now."
"Dzekdan?"
"No, no, not the colonel, just the elder."
"Oh… "
It was a luxury. No, it was a training that no ordinary wizard would ever experience.
There was a reason why it was so crowded.
"That's why the tower is so crazy right now. If I could only buy and sell a pass, I'd get hundreds of thousands of Elne."
Hundreds of thousands?
"Yeah, I.P., you said you passed the pre-recruitment. I envy you."
"...."
At that moment, the attention of the surroundings was focused on Ephrine. They were cool and scary eyes for no reason.
"So Julie, I'm going to… "
Hm, hm. Ephrine, who coughed in vain, slipped out of her seat.
"...hoot."
But for some reason, the steps were very light.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
Ephrine walked down the hall of the tower with a flying heart.
Isn't that too grand?"
Hadekine, Eukline Castle.
Jeriel, who greeted Desculane, who returned to the estate, was a little embarrassed. It was because of the mentor he cast for "Eukline Magic Training."
"...the belly button is bigger than the belly. You didn't think of any money, did you? You gave me all the down payment on the family check, didn't you?"
This training is not a very important event. Rather, it is only part of the U-Kline sponsorship policy. In addition to wizards, there are many remaining sponsorships such as articles, painters, and musicians.
But if I were to cast Bercht's elder…
"It's enough because it'
Desculane of the permanent seat affirmed. Jeriel pouted her lips, but soon she had to stop complaining.
"Take pride in your family."
"...."
That one word was painful for Jeriel. It hurt like digging my heart with an awl.
"...but, still, this old man doesn't get along with us."
Jeriel forced herself to twist the subject. She wasn't young enough to show her pain.
"It's all a long time ago."
"...you said you'd never forget."
Desculane sipped the car without saying a word. Jeriel, who was reading the room, continued.
"But, you know what? Thanks to you, there are so many applicants for this training. That's why I'm going to get it besides the college wizard."
"The adventurer?"
"Yes, the world is changing fast. Considering Maric's underground passageway, we need to keep our relationship as good as possible with the Adventure Guild. You'll like it if I give you a training ticket."
From the moment the cost of training increased so much, Yeriel's head was "must get her money's worth."
Sponsorship is the same as intangible investment.
"I'll leave it to you. Young people will adapt better to the rapidly changing world."
"...what? You're young enough."
Desculane then rose from his permanent seat with a small smile.
The faint smile stunned Jeriel for a moment, but soon ran and recaptured Yeongju-seok.
"I'm leaving."
"Huh? ...yeah."
So Jeriel looked at Desculane's back as he left.
"...."
Although I managed to hide my cold and aching heart somehow.
Boom-
The moment the Oval Office door closed.
There was a lot of nausea under Jeriel's chin.
"Ugh!"
She ran to the bathroom. I grabbed the toilet and sickened.
Gueh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.
This morning, I ate up all the food I didn't eat much.
Once, twice, three times, four times.
Vomiting until she had pale gastric fluid, she leaned her shaky body against the wall.
"Cough… hah."
day by day
It's hard to get along as if nothing happened.
It's hard to withstand the fact that I'm not Eucline.
Of course, I laugh, but I work hard for the land and the household, but…
Deculane is not my biological child.
I am not Eucline.
That fact does not change.
"Really…"
I don't know if my mother cheated, or if my father accepted us even though he knew.
"...why."
However, whatever it may be.
Desculane knows that.
You've known me for a long time, and you're still…
—Jeriel is still Jeriel.
A voice clearly imprinted in memory.
Deculane's voice that seemed shaky.
"...Gasp."
Jeriel wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her clothes. I washed my face before tears welled up.
Then he returned as if nothing had happened and sat in the permanent seat.
Knock Knock—
I said calmly at the knock that rang just in time.
"Yes, come on in."
He was an old butler. He, along with Eucline, from generation to generation, presented the documents to Jeriel.
"What's this?"
"It won't be long before the monster south. It's an imperial request for cooperation.""Oh, really?"
Yeriel, who was searching for the content, frowned.
"There's a lot you want."
"Yes, I think the imperial family has been watching the development of Eucline these days."
Hadekine and Eukline are enjoying unprecedented heyday these days.
Of course, it was one of the most famous families in Mado, but in terms of the overall family rank, it was around the 4th to 5th place.
But these days, the renovation of the Maric Underground Corridor, the progress of the manufacturing industry, the development of spruce towers and the Knights of the House, as well as the Lochalac camp, which receives almost unlimited imperial support…
Of course, it is not without its side effects.
To list, there are many monsters and machinations coming from Maric, astronomical industrial investment costs and scammers seeking a loophole, persistent guerrilla attacks by enemy gauges, and inevitable checks by the central political community.
But the precautions are clear, as both Jeriel and his staff anticipated ahead of time.
"I'll pay for everything. Let's not get stuck. Pay in cash."
"Yes, my lady, what about the bribe to be offered to the center?"
"Well, the bribe…"
Whether to push for the new power or the imperial power. This is another worry.
During the time of his election, he was heavily disadvantaged for betting on the Imperial Circle, but…
"Do you want to do it with the Imperial Family? I've heard it from an insider."
"Yes."
It'll be different this time. The current situation was that Sophie was never the type to trust her servant.
"Oh, by the way, how's the break-up going?
There's one more good news.
Yuli, who was like a pain in the neck, fell into the pit this time.
"But you can't take a corruption story as your pet, can you?"
"Yes, we're discussing it, but it's still slow. I must have the permission of the elders of the family.
"Tsk. Really? Well, if Desculane didn't use any hands, he'd be out of his sight."
Whether he was abandoned by Desculane for his sins, or finally rejected Desculane and was abandoned for disgracefully.
The latter is more convincing for Jeriel, who still remembers the old Deculane, but anything is good.
Marrying Prheiden in the first place has no benefit to Eucline.
"That's enough. Then go back."
"Yes."
Jeriel sent out an old butler.
I was left alone in the spacious Oval Office and closed my eyes gently.
The insides that seemed to have twisted the guts were still nauseous, but they would be fine.
"...it's okay."
If I hold it in.
As long as I endure.
Nothing changes.
You don't have to suffer like this.
No, I don't deserve it.
Deculane is already a rough process.
He would have accepted me as Yeriel in the end, after more anguish and agony than I did.
"Gasp… whoops."
Jeriel forced herself to swallow the rising nausea again.
* * *
Meanwhile, Eprin is ready for training. I sent all of my luggage to Lake Island, completed my thesis to Desculane, and took the test almost to perfection.
I mean, now…
"Ego! Especially one Roahawk!"
Eprin met with club members at "The Flower of the Pig." Julie, Rhondo, Ferret, etc. It's been quite a while since the whole group got together.
"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Roahawk special.
It's literally a roasted and boiled taste of Roahawk.
Eprin grasped the spirit of confusion and held it from the back of his leg.
"Oh, that's right. Eephy."
"Huh?"
Then Julie asked. Eprin opened the meat by answering.
"What are you going to do about public support?"
People's support.
It is an essential course for the Mastap Wizard. Soon after winter, when the "South Sea" begins, the wizards stop their research and are called to monster waves.
Civil support is largely divided into relatively safe "private support" and "fire support," which is dangerous but helpful for a career, and it is freedom of wizard to choose between the two."Well, maybe I'll follow the professor."
Professor Desculane?
"Yeah. What about you?"
Eprin nibbled on Roahawk's hind legs. He finished the man's forearm in just three minutes.
"I'm going back to my estate and support the private sector."
"Me, too."
Commoners, Ferrit and Rhondo, who entered the university on scholarships from rural lands, had separate destinations.
Julie asked Yiprin, who nodded with her mouth full of meat.
"Where's Professor Desculane going?"
"Gulp- I don't know. I don't know yet. I heard it's the last test for the chairman."
"Yeah. Really? Then Yeonsu-."
"Don't talk to me. I have to eat Roahoke."
Eprin indulged in Roahawk in earnest. Roahawk, which I haven't seen in a long time, tasted heavenly…
Just as I was diligently moving my chin.
Roahawk with the professor was the best.
A voice suddenly came to my mind as if I had been struck by lightning on the top of my head.
One day, I think I've heard it somewhere.
However, a moment that remains in one's
Eprin, with her eyes wide open, looked around.
"Why Eepi?"
"Huh? Oh… nothing. Let's just eat."
I focused again on Roahawk. The voice that had just glimmered sank to the bottom of the consciousness.
"Oh, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, God, God, God.
Eprin just happily, with a world-pleasing face, put Roahawk in a ball inflated like a hamster.
* * *
... Lake Island is literally an island in a lake.
The diameter and depth of the lake are too great for a lake, but it is a lake because it is located in the middle of the inland. Lake Island is an island in the middle of the lake.
"...."
As such, there are many mysterious areas in Eukline's estate, and now I am fishing on the shore of Lake Island.
Fishing rods with Midas' hands and chairs carved with aesthetic sensations to fish for years…
Tweet—Tweet—Tweet—
The birds in the forest chirp, and the lakeside reflect sunlight is as clear as emeralds.
Bubbling–
I got a bite just in time.
I adjusted the fishing pole with "Yeondong" to catch the fish.
Slap!
Fish coming out scattering with water. First, I checked the information.
— "Mijo"–
◆ Information
A precious fish that lives only in a clear lake. For the sake of the fish's ecosystem, the Eukline family ordered a fishing ban on fishing. If you're going to fish, be careful.
◆ Category
: miscellaneous goods 식료품 groceries
◆ Special effects
: If consumed, mana power is likely to rise a little. (However, the larger the volume of mana power, the less effective it is.)
────────
It is a rare fish related to mana power. Of course, it'll go up below 10 at most, or at least a decimal point, but it's better than not going up.
I put the fish in the net.
"Fishing, are you having fun?"
A voice that flows without a trace of popularity.
I didn't answer anything. I threw the fishing rod in peace again.
Soon after, Deputy Director General Premieenne appeared.
"I didn't expect you to enjoy fishing."
"...."
As he said, there are not many hobbies that I can endure.
Chess, reading, horseback riding, art, and fishing.
He is obsessed with elegance and cleanliness, but he is not bothered by fishing because his hobby was fishing.
"What's going on?"
"It's about Sylvia."
I made another chair out of "Yeon."
Preyenne sat on it.
"The 'Mana Direct Island' of unknown islands made by Sylvaa is beyond imagination. It's dangerous in itself. Also, I confirmed that Sylvia had a grudge against the professor."
"...wanted."
"Yes, it appears that Ednik has told Sylvia about all the past. Sylvia's mana power wave has detected life.""Hmm. Did you check the mana power wave? You haven't been negligent in surveillance."
"Professor, I'm not kidding. Green is not enough. In addition to red surveillance, the top is also considering sending intelligence secret missions."
I looked at the lake without saying a word.
Sylvia of Elade, the most gifted wizard in this world.
And her mother, Celia.
The memory is fragmented in my head.
"Primienne. I killed sielia."
"Yes, but you don't have to die, either."
I nodded at Premienne's words.
"Of course it is. But… "…
At the moment, lacerations broke out on my temples. The voice of sielia, who had never seen before, penetrated into the ear.
Desculane, there's nothing wrong with you. So don't hate yourself too much…
A benevolent tone of voice to a murderer strangling himself, saying, "You've done nothing wrong."
such abnormal tenderness
"...I don't know if I feel sorry for him."
"The poor child could kill you horribly."
I shook my head at Premieenne's words.
"Will he be happy to kill me?"
"It's an unappropriately emotional question."
I looked back at the Premieenne. Preyenne's expression was the same as usual, but she clearly showed signs of disapproval.
"It's just a question. I wonder if the child will live hating me."
"Well, if you don't hate the man who killed my mother, it's supposed to be abnormal, not crazy."
"Well."
There is no "hurt" in Desculane's personality. I don't care if anyone hates me madly or enough to kill me.
There is no one in the world who will scratch this solid ego.
That's why he's a 'villain'.
I had a small smile.
"Let Sylvia be. His blade will only reach me anyway. You don't have to sacrifice yourselves to provoke anger."
In the first place, excuses or escapes don't suit my personality, and if Sylvia grows up hating me, it's also beneficial to the worldview.
There is no harm in the process.
"...."
Preyenne shut her mouth. I was not impressed by what I said.
It was snowing by the lake.
Premiereen's blank eyes look into the sky's eyes.
She said in a remarkable tone.
"Huh. Does it snow in this lake, too? I heard it's a climate that never snows around here."
"...."
That's true. The climate near the lake's island is warm all year round. So it's never snowing…
Suddenly, a sentence came to mind.
"Wait."
I listened to the book that I left by the chair. And I found a page.
The wizard, who was fishing by the lake, confesses his feelings to the agent who appears out of the blue. Then, snow begins to fall on the lake where it does not snow. ]
"...."
I looked around without saying a word. There was no sign of popularity except for Premiereen.
"Premienne."
"Yes."
"By any chance, did you read this book?"
I showed her a book. Blue eyes. Preyen nodded after checking the cover.
"Yes, it's the most popular book in the Library of the Magistrates' Office, so it cost me 20 books."
* * *
Would he be happy to kill me?
...watching him from the distant sky, listening to him, accepting his voice.
Sylvia thinks.
– It's just a question. I wonder if the child will live hating me.
I hate you. Hate. I resent it.
But if I kill you, what's left of my life?
If you don't hate the man who killed my mother, it's considered abnormal, not crazy.- Well, that's enough.
Why did you smile when I said I had a heart to live with.
"...why."
Sylvia asks blankly. But there is no answer to return to the empty island.
Only the wind, the air currents, are scattered and broken.
"...."
Sylvia, who clenched her teeth, eventually pulled herself up.
Just watching from afar cannot quench this thirst. I can't calm down my insanely shaky mind.
The answer to this question is not available unless it is Desculane.
"Silvia? What are you going to do?"
Not far away, Ednik, who was studying magic, looked back at Sylvia. Sylvia put a parachute on her back without looking at her.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Still, without answering, tap the ground with your toes. It's a move to prepare for a fall.
"Oh, by the way, do as you please."
Ethnic didn't ask any more questions.
Sylvia's level is higher than Monarch. Desculines have already transcended, and are on track to rise to ether and so on.
The youngest ether is already picked, so you don't have to treat it like a child on the water.
"Don't just die."
"Yes."
Sylvia finally answered and fell off the island.
Now, there was only one sentence in her mind.
...I will meet you and ask you.
I climbed the island's lighthouse and looked around the entire lake.
a snowy lake The white paint that was added to the shimrok was mysterious.
Premiereen, who followed suit, said.
"It's amazing if your reasoning is correct."
My idea was simple.
That this book is meddling in reality.
"Is that possible?"
"It's not impossible."
Of course, this book alone is ridiculous, but if there are countless readers of the book, "story" can become a source in itself and be realized by magic equivalent to a miracle.
"Then Demian, the male wizard who was fishing here, will be Professor Desculane. Congratulations on your performance."
However, the problem was the ending of the book.
She told the wizard everything she knew.
Then, I put a sword blade into the heart. ]
The last of the first volume.
It is not a detailed ending as it is a trailer leading to the second volume.
"I guess it's about who she is."
Here, 'she' is the main character.
There's no name—it's only marked "her" throughout the paper.
In addition, she doesn't know who the "wizard" is that puts a blade into her heart.
"Premienne. Have you ever thought this book was strangely popular?"
"What do you mean?"
"Even the weary king has read this book."
How a book with more than 150 pages became a bestseller.
There was no shortage of books themselves in the sense of aesthetics, but it must have taken more than that to read so much in such a short period of time.
—I can feel mana power in this book. To be exact, in a sentence.
Sophienne was right to give me this book.
There was a literal 'mana power' in this sentence. The power was what captivated the reader.
"I've never seen anything like this before."
The story holds the mana power, the mana power makes people read the story, the story that is read in that way gains existential power, and eventually interferes with reality.
a cycle of amplification
asked Premienne.
"Is it the Devil's work?"
"No, my veins would have reacted."
It's not the devil. But it is not yet known who, why, or what purpose.
Yet
"I wonder how it will turn out."
"That's enough. You watch the lake from here."
"Yes."
It was then. A ship appeared across the lake.
I looked there, and Preyenne read the book.
"...Demian looked at the lake from the lighthouse. The ship carrying the wizard was approaching."
Two people got off the anchored ship.
It was Ephrint and Drent.
"There were two wizards. Among them, a wizard walking foolishly tripped."
Oh, my gosh!
Iprin fell flat on the lake.
Ugh… Tep!
The man who ate the sand picked himself up.
Premiereen said.
"Those two are characters, too. One of them could have a black blade in the heart."
"Not a Drent."
"Can you give me the rationale?"
"Because it's not Named."
"...do you mean you're not a wizard enough to star."
"Similar."
If this was an unexpected event, the target would be Named. Therefore, the leading candidates are mentors who came here, including me, or Ephrine.
"Let's let everyone know this."
I shook my head.
"You don't have to do that."
"Why?"
"I can't be manipulated by a single story. I'll figure it out myself."
"...you're so confident. Do you know where she is?"
"It's in here."
I tapped on the cover of the book.
I don't know who she is yet, but it's probably right after she makes a crash landing on the island.
I got myself up.
"Where are you going?"
"To her.""Well, let me know if you have a sword in your heart."
"Yeah."
As soon as he came out of the lighthouse, he spread the wood steel first.
* * *
...Silvia made a crash landing on an island near the lake. My whole body was sweaty, and mana power was exhausted.
From the unknown island of Buyeo to the lands of Eukline. It was due to flying thousands of kilometers.
"...."
Sylvia stomped along and sat on any rock.
"...sigh."
Once squeezed to the end, the mana power needs time to rise again, but it still has enough stamina.
Sylvia, who did not neglect to exercise, had physical abilities close to the average knighthood. It was too much of a body for a wizard.
"...."
However, as the sweat dried up, my body cooled cold.
It was even snowing.
"...."
Sylvia made a small fire with a drop of mana power. With that warmth, I waited for the mana power to rise.
A half-day would be enough.
Let's hold our breath until then and go to Desculane in full condition.
"...?"
by the way
Whoosh, whoosh!
At some point, a gust of snow blew.
The bonfire died down, and Sylvia was embarrassed.
"Oh."
There was no time to sigh. There was a snowstorm right away. The ground was quickly filled with snow.
"...."
Sylvia moved her legs quickly, but one step at a time.
Snow piled up every time I walked.
From foot to ankle, from ankle to knee, from knee to waist…
Eventually becoming a snowman, she closed her eyes for a moment.
My whole body is so cold that it's warm. I think it's a sensory error, but I think I've been running too hard.
So let's take a break.
Let's get some rest.
Let's walk again…
....
Zerbuck- Zerbuck-
Someone watching her moved their feet.
The long bridge strode through the snow like a barrier and hugged the blonde wizard buried in the snow.
He expressed his love for the position. The snow and soil of the world have made a cozy living place.
* * *
...15 minutes ago.
Snow falls on the lake. The big snow sinks.
"Wow… "
Eprin forgets that she just fell into the water, walks blankly and looks at the scenery.
The lake is definitely summer, and it's still summer, but it's snowing. It's like a whole new world thanks to him.
"Mr. Ephryn's accommodation is here."
"...what?"
At that time, the attendants of Eucline stopped.
Ephrint and Drent were taken aback for a moment.
"Nothing… nothing?"
The entourage pointed to a blank field.
In the middle of a snowy forest.
The bare ground.
There is no accommodation or building.
"Follow me, Mr. Drent."
"Oh, yes."
I was embarrassed, but there must be something.
Drent, who winked at Eprin, followed his entourage.
"...what?"
Eprin, who was left alone, first made a chair out of ductility. But the snow was slowly getting thicker.
It's not pretty but it's annoying.
"Oh, spook."
A big snowflake went into my mouth. The eyes poked into the eyes.
"Oh, my God."
Eprin made a small mud house out of "Yeon." It was a pretty rough use, but I liked it.
"Hmm."
It's a space that's about three pyeong. I also made a door to open and close.
then
—Oh, oh, oh.
A voice rang in the air on the lake island.
Eprin knew who this was as soon as he heard.
—Are you a little embarrassed? My name is Yeriel of Eucline.
Jeriel, brother of Desculane, acting Lord of Eucline.
—This is the first program of our training.
It was a nice tone to listen to.
It's a bit of a cliche, but it's the sound of jade beads rolling.
Eprin, who became close to Jeriel, put her hands on her chin and listened to her voice.
—You know, there are famous mentors waiting for you. Bercht's Elder Luhkara, Imperial Magician Ihelm, Professor Luina, Professor Ether Gindalp, Professor Ether Rogerio, Professor Desculane, etc… one in every eight classes.This makes the facade more spectacular and enormous.
Isn't it a position where each and every one of them is controlling the industry beyond?
—But the island of the lake itself will also help you. There's everything on this island that helps wizards. Same goes for grass, fish, dew, and the mysterious snow that's falling now.
Oh, you want me to use nature.
Eprin laughed quietly.
—So, first, stay in nature for about a day. Nature is the source of magic.
"Yes."
—Eucline always cheers for the magic path. The blessings of Mana, who is more powerful than the sea and brighter than the sun.
Yeriel's mana power message announcing the beginning of the training.
"Okay, then…"
Ephrine, who sprang up, opened the door of the mud house and stepped out.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Bure-e-be-beep!
A crazy gust of wind shook Eprin's hair. All kinds of snowballs came up and stained the face.
"Fee!"
Eprin immediately closed the door.
"What, what?"
Then he swept the snow off his face.
"When did a blizzard suddenly… No, it wasn't an avalanche?"
An avalanche was pouring from the sky.
* * *
Sylvia opened her eyes.
The warmth of the burning stove was warm, and the back was soft.
I felt like I was in bed, but I was really in bed.
A gentle and soft atmosphere. A cozy space.
In it Sylvia slowly looked around.
"...."
Someone was reading a book sitting on a bedside chair. The title is "Blue Eyes". Sylvia looked away at the book cover.
In time, he said.
"Are you awake?"
voice
voice
voice
That short voice was enough.
Sylvia quickly raised her upper body. Then he glared bitterly.
Deculane.
Immediately preheated the mana power in the body. No, I was going to.
"Oh, my."
Tuk-! The circuit was disconnected and the pain was intense. My skin has turned purple.
Desculane spoke nonchalantly.
"Mana power exhaustion. It's because you've come too far from the island to this place."
"..."
How did you find out? Was this guy watching me, too?
Desculane answered the question.
"It was in this book."
He pointed to the book 'Blue Eyes'.
"Your book is interfering with reality. Sylvia, what kind of wind did you have while writing this?"
Sylvia didn't say anything.
Was it the wind, the hope, or the grudge?
Tadak- Tadak-
a burning stove
Silvia, staring blankly at the flames and haze, said quietly.
"I know everything."
Deculane asked back in one word.
"What."
"that you killed my mother."
"...."
Without an answer, Sylvia looked back at him.
Desculane nodded late.
"That's right."
He feels the memory of that day. At the moment of killing sielia, Desculane's emotional upheaval is also clear as if it had spread to him.
This 'heart transplant' leads to a more definite conversation with the child.
Sylvia said.
"It was because of the devil's letter."
She's already heard most of the truth from Idnick, and she's done her own research under the spell "Wind."
So it doesn't matter if Deculane keeps his mouth shut.
You have a lot to say to yourself.
"When the letter swept across the entire continent, Eucline and Carla came forward."
"...."
"One of the victims–"
Desculane intercepted her next remark.
"She was my fiancee."
The words touch his heart. Emotions imprinted on the body are teeming and rolling.
A woman named Yoo A-ra.
The only thing Desculane and Kim Woo-jin have in common.
"Someone delivered the devil's letter to my woman, and she died.""...."
Sylvia showed no emotion. He just wiggled his fingers. Desculane, who saw the figure, said.
"Don't worry, your mother didn't do that."
Then Sylvia shook her head.
As if you just misunderstood my behavior.
"It's not that kind of worry."
"...."
She made eye contact with Desculane. His insensitive look, his cold eyes, was no different than before.
It hurt a lot.
It was so weird again.
I hate and hate that person. Why?
Why am I sick without knowing why…
Hiding the question at the bottom of her heart, Sylvia said.
"I know. That day."
"...."
"Who did it. Who sent the letter to your fiancé
Desculane looked at Sylvia. Sylvia also looked at Desculane.
She agonized for a moment.
This truth, it could hurt him.
"I see."
...no, I want to hurt him.
I need to hurt him.
Why am I worried about this?
"Don't you already know that."
Sylvia asked that. In a voice that doesn't have an accent and a high tone as always, I don't know if it's a question or a word to myself.
"...."
Desculane, who was watching Sylvia, nodded.
You mean it's okay. Sylvia gently closed her eyes and slowly opened them.
And he said.
"Dichaelen and Kagan Luna."
Dichaelen and Kagan Luna."
...Silvia's words conveyed my memory. The old film came to mind like a flash. These were scenes that I didn't know and didn't know.
Son, I wasn't your companion.
Decaylen's tone was excommunicated. The emotions that triggered spread to the ground and swept through the heart.
One day, it was a torrent that triggered Desculane.
"...."
However, I am aware.
That this will also pass by.
History and facts of the past have no effect on me of the present. My ego, which is both Desculane and Kim Woo-jin, is designed like that.
Sylvia said.
"But you mistook it for Elade's work. So I sent the Devil's Letter to my mother."
Desculane returned a letter to Elade to save her fiancee.
But it didn't work. She was already dying of her genetic disease.
"I did."
"...why didn't you tell Ephrine when you knew it."
Kagan Luna, former assistant to Desculane and father of Ephrine. Many memories with him spring to mind.
Is this the process of assimilating with Deculane?
"Dichaelen didn't have the right woman to be my companion, and she ordered me to write to Kagan."
I'll take this memory completely.
But as Kim Woo Jin, not Desculane.
It won't revive even the old rancor of that long time ago.
"However, I don't know if Kegan knew the identity of the letter at the time."
"...."
"You've tried a lot, Sylvia. In your own way."
Sylvia clasped my hand. I put my eyes on that little fist. And I saw his face again.
"You're all right."
"Hmph."
Sylvia was expressionless and cynical. I had 'blue eyes' in my arms. I held up the cane I had left by the bed.
Now, this would have been enough.
"Take it easy."
I got myself up. There was nothing more to say. He was a proud child who dug up the truth of his mother.
...but.
"Don't go."
The inorganic tone caught me. It was extremely dry, but it was a desperate tone.
I looked back at him.
"It's not over yet."
The eyes were wet with water. The moist, silky gold eye was facing me.
"I have something to say."
Every syllable is a little shaky.
A dry voice that is about to break, barely continues.
"There's a lot you have to tell me."
"...."
"I have a lot to hear."
The one who couldn't resist my feelings shook the blanket cloth around. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I just watched.
"...tell me."
The child was shaking. Like a wet bird. The purring breathing was no different from crying already.
He spit it out like a chew.
"Tell me."
"...."
The child who lost his mother to Desculane. I don't know how he feels with his enemy at hand.
"I have nothing to say."
Sylvia's breath stopped for a moment. My whole body cooled cold. The tearful emotion stopped in an instant.
It was silent.
"U-Kline doesn't make excuses. What's left is only true. ...I killed sielia."
"...."
Sylvia put down the blanket she had grabbed. He glared at me like that. I was brain-capped with empty eyes.
"I'm going to kill you."
I'm sure that's a good reaction. I nodded my head.
"Try. You deserve to kill me."
"...Uh."
Silvia's Itsae let out a pent-up groan. A stove was still burning in the hut made of Aesthetic Sense.
I said to the clenched fellow.
"I will try not to die to you, Sylvia. So that you can live."
"...what–"I left him behind and opened the door of the cabin.
Whoosh!
A heavy snowstorm poured in. The whole world was buried in snow and wind, but there was nothing to be bothered about…
* * *
Whoosh…
a raging blizzard Eprin is walking in it. This is because the hard-made mud house was crushed under the weight of snow.
"...I'm glad I learned."
The magic of the manipulation line that was applied along Deculane.
It blocks snowstorms with magnetic fields, and walks with snow under its feet with Yeomdong.
(sighs) (sighs) (sighs) (sighs)
"Oh."
Ephrine, who was moving so efficiently, suddenly found a cabin.
"?"
A question mark rose on the top of her head.
a cabin in the middle of a blizzard
It could have gone too far, or suspected identity.
But Eprin walked as if possessed by something.
The closer I approached, the warmer my body became. It was the warmth of the cabin.
"It's… "
Eprin, who approached without saying a word, glued to the window for now. It was to check the inside.
"!"
A hut where the stove burns warm. There was Deculane and Sylvia in it. Sylvia lay in bed, and Desculane was in the chair beside her.
The voices of the two leaked through the cracks in the window.
Sylvia said first.
—Well, I know everything.
—...what.
—that you killed my mother.
It was a conversation I shouldn't have heard. Eprin tried to step down quickly, but his body wouldn't move.
Like it's stuck to magic.
It was because of the devil's letter. When the letter swept the entire continent, Eukline and Carla came out.
The Devil's Letter. Even Ephrind was a familiar legend. But why did you two write that letter…
One of the victims…
She was my fiancee.
"!"
Eprin's eyes were wide open. She tried to get out of here quickly. But my body didn't move.
It is not a metaphor or an exaggeration. The body is literally 'hard'.
Someone delivered the devil's letter to my woman, and she died. In vain.
I know. Who did that. Who sent the letter to your fiance.
In the meantime, conversation continues beyond the window, and Eprin forcibly listens to Desculane and Sylvia's past.
An incomprehensible force holds her leg.
"Why is this… "…
The moment when Ephryn, embarrassed, tried to pull her foot off.
-Dichaelen and Kagan Luna.
A familiar name that rings in my ear. Eprin's whole body freezes hard, and the iris grows. She naturally looks at Desculane.
I did.
Kagan Luna.
That his father delivered the Devil's letter to Desculane's companion.
You know everything, but why didn't you tell Ephrine?
Ephryn had a brain freeze for a moment. I had a fever in my back. I couldn't keep my mouth open, and the conversation between the two was in vain in my ears.
Kagan Luna… Devil's Letter… Fiancee…
-...…Dicaylen didn't deserve my companion, and ordered Kagan to write to her. However, I don't know if Kagan knew the identity of the letter at the time.
at that very moment
An unidentified suppression has been lifted.
Ephryn stumbled out of the cabin and soon fell on her hips in the snow.
"What..."
There's someone approaching her who murmurs like a deluded person.
Zerbuck- Zerbuck-
The sound of footsteps rings, and a shadow falls from behind. E-prin gets goosebumps and lifts her head up.
"I saw it."
It was Sylvia.
Eprin couldn't understand. Apparently, Sylvia was in that cabin.
"How… how?"
"Effrine, stupid."
Familiar words. Whispering, she waved her hand at the cabin. Then the scenery over there flew like a breeze.
"...."
It was Sylvia's magic.Sylvia spoke to Ephryn herself, enraptured.
"It was an hour ago. There's no fake at all."
"...."
"Get up, you idiot.
At the words, Ephrine slowly lifted herself up. I had no strength in my legs were weak. It was hard to stand on the slippery road.
"...why?"
Eprin asked blankly. Sylvia saw such an eprin. I saw the water stuck in those tiny eyes. I saw his whole body shaking like a naked branch.
"I'm asking you why you told me."
Sylvia asked again. Eprin nodded his head agitatedly.
"Of course, of course."
Then a big snowflake landed on Eprin's face. Sylvia looked up at the sky at the ridiculous look.
The world has turned gray.
It wasn't just because of the snow. No, it was probably because of the snow.
Tears, eyes, either way.
Sylvia looked at Eprin again.
"I guess I'm jealous of you."
"...what?"
Eprin calmed down the trembling heart for now. Keep calm as a wizard. Act as rationally as possible, excluding confusion. If it shakes as it shakes, it's not a wizard…
"Silvia, you're so–"
"Yes."
Sylvia interrupted Ephrine. And confessed in more straightforward words.
"I love you."
Eprin was simply unable to remain calm. I've just heard Desculane and Sylvia talk, and Desculane said she killed Sylvia's mother.
"Uh-boom…"
Pawber- the sound of a horse. The blizzard that had been raging like crazy stopped at some point. The sky cleared up, and the silence subsided.
Sylvia was low on the list.
"And I hate you. More than anyone else in the world."
Eprin looked Sylvia in the eye. The feelings she had, the hearts contained in it, Ephrine didn't even dare to count.
"Because the professor is the only one who has my feelings."
Sylvia's heartless voice faltered for the first time. No, she was in tears from the start.
"I'm going to kill the professor."
"...."
Eprin, who had been sitting on the ground all this time, raised her body. Then he shook his head. I meant I wouldn't let it be.
Iphrine doesn't want Desculane to die, Sylvia to be a murderer, and Iphrine doesn't want it.
"Yes."
Sylvia nodded as if she knew.
At that moment, Eprin vaguely and faintly learned what she meant.
"I might want you to stop it, too."
In the sky where the snow clouds are lifted, a little clear sunlight falls. Shards of light are scattered like debris.
Shoot… shoot…
At some point, the wind blew and disturbed Eprin's hair. Eprin closed her eyes for a moment, then opened quietly.
"Silvia?"
a call for no answer Iphrine looked all over, but Sylvia had already disappeared. Like a fantasy or a mirage.
"...ah."
And there was a belated tailwind in Ephryn's mind.
"What am I supposed to do if I go like this?"
Flop – landed on the floor.
* * *
Wow, the snowstorm scared me.
Is this an event?
– As expected of U-line How do we start a blizzard on the lake?
Eprin arrived at the training center. 200 sorceresses were chatting and drying snow-soaked robes.
"...."
However, the conversation was still in Ephrine's head.
– Decaylen didn't deserve a woman to be my companion and ordered Kagan to write. However, I don't know if Kagan knew the identity of the letter at the time.
Was it my father's fault, or was it his fault?
But Iprin's reason focuses more on "justification" than on two things.
The reason Desculane can't help but hate his father.
Whether it was a mistake or a mistake…
"I'm sure you all enjoyed the blizzard. Oh, I'll keep it short from now on. Okay?"The endless agony and contemplation, and Jeriel, who appeared on the podium, stopped. Eprin looked up at Jeriel.
She pretended that the blizzard was an event for Eucline.
"Then we're going to start training Eukline magic, and I'm going to introduce you to the mentor first! Here you go~
Then the curtain in the auditorium was lifted. Beyond that were mentors of this training. Eprin saw that side. Rogerio, Gindalf, Louina, Ehelm, and… Desculane.
Deculane.
"There are all sorts of arms, right? You can choose one of these mentors and send them a training schedule."
There were eight people in each state. Eprin is destroyed, assisted, manipulated.He was a wizard who majored in all four classes of ductility, but he didn't have to ask which of them he would choose.
"Okay, then. Everyone choose!"
*
...200 wizards were divided into eight classes. However, there were only four in my manipulation line.
There were definitely 20 wizards whose main line was manipulated.
It seemed to have jumped into a different category.
I was quite dissatisfied with that, but the good guys got together.
"Did you choose manipulation?"
"...yes, professor."
First of all, my direct agent, Ephrine.
"Ha ha. Of course not. Because you're the boss here. Big. That Lumiere Crete. I've always been looking at Professor Desculane's traces."
Next, Sophien's brother, Prince Creto of the Imperial Family.
"Me, too. Me, too. As for me, as for me… I really looked forward to this day. The day I see you again."
And "Maho" by the Duke of Euren.
Finally…
"...chew."
Rayleigh of the Red Garnet Adventures.
That woman, Yuli's cousin, has been staring at me with very unhappy eyes since earlier. The reason, of course, is known.
Because she's Yuli's cousin.
"...Hey."
I know that, but that reaction is annoying.
Puffing – spoke to Rayleigh, sniffing like a train.
"You're in a position of being invited."
"…Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Reilly bent down unevenly. I gestured to the four.
"Follow me. The first schedule of my training is 'training'."
The place I guided was a cylindrical mana power gravity machine.
Demonstrating mana power in a place that is more than 10 times the usual gravity. It is an extreme training tool created using the natural mana power of this lake island.
"Rayley, you go first."
I pointed to Rayleigh first.
Not because he was the most rude of the four, but because he had the most magical ability to appear to be "the naked eye."