Magic Gems Gourmet

297 Long Time No See? Time At The Mansion.

After the meal, Chris gave Krone a new report. As for the party at Count Riselle's residence, it means I attended as a partner, not an escort.

However, with regard to the fact that it was rooted in the accident, I decided to put time in front of Krone last night, once.

Well, with the reason why it happened at the party, I said how sorry I looked.

"Dear Sylvia, if it's just a favor, I think that's the right thing to do. And..."

And because there were so many people who cared about Ain and Chris for so long, Krone never saw one thing as a problem.

The trigger was previously the day Ain returned to the castle from Baltic.

The contents are different with extra bends, but if summed up abusively, the fact that Ain asked Chris for a reward won't shake.

Just because this fact exists, the truth is that responsibility is possible to ask Ein... is Krone's idea.

In the end, Chris had no idea, and the report to Warren on the matter was about to be made by Krone - his first night back in Strom.

"That's great. The captain must have regretted it."

"... in the honor of Mr. Cain, I think I'll lay low around there"

In the morning, after moving his body slightly towards his Marco opponent, Ain told him about what happened at Demon King Castle.

The cold makes my breath whiter, but this cold after training is out of the question, not bad.

"I'm sorry I couldn't win with my sword, though."

"Nevertheless, there are differences in experience, but there are also differences in the main battlefield"

Marco says toward Ain trying to find meaning.

"As I've said before, we shouldn't fight our Sea Dragon opponents in the sea - in other words, we don't even need Ain to fight to match the captain of the regiment. So I don't care..."

(I knew it, but when people say that the means by which Hailong defeated him was a fool, I can't say it back to anything...)

Ain't waving his hand all the way up, he's resting on the ground and pays for the sticky gravel.

I looked back where I had placed my training sword on a nearby sword stand.

"It's time to train the Black Knight, isn't it?

"Yep. We have planted more than usual during Ein's absence."

"Ha ha... thanks for everything, I'm so helpful"

"Words without body."

Waking up and training faster than those protected by the subject is ridiculous from the ordinary aristocracy and upper classes.

Although Marco used to feel the same way, as Ein wanted to...... and it is in line with Ein's activity time. Earlier home, Marco's inner heart breathed more respect and loyalty to his master, who encouraged him to train without taking a break.

"Well, I'll sweat and then I'll go to the office. If anything happens - hey, Marco."

When he stops, Ein takes the sword he had placed beside his coat and says:

"Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"... Yep, what happened?

"The name of this sword - can I have it decided?

"Ko, give me the name of your master's sword..."?

"I've been putting it off for a long time, but it's time to decide..."

Then Marco's body collapses.

Going powerless to the ground, he broke his knee with a busy movement and some restlessness.

"I can take a new pride in myself. Oh, what a blessed knight I am"

"Ah... uh, you don't have to exaggerate, it's just my sword, right?

"It's quite a thing. I don't care what anyone else thinks of my heart, for me, Marco - that sword is just God's. Even if the sword is made of crude black iron, it doesn't make any difference."

Am I so present after all? Ahead of absolute loyalty, Ein's heart is a little confused with gratitude.

However, I have been positive in trying harder these days because I am aware of my increased sense of responsibility.

"Then quickly, may I tell you the name of that sword?

"Well, that's fast enough to come up with."

"Let's see. There is only one name you (,,,) deserve for a sword."

Ein breaks the edge of his lips and stops by Marco, who kneels. He pulled out his sword, set it up in heaven, bathed in the morning sun, and then set it up to show Marco.

"Can I ask you something? Name this sword."

"Ha. The name of Dear Ein's sword is -"

? ? ? ?

Ain, who bathed in water, was in the office.

I was guessing, when I look at the pile of paperwork, it is not an exaggeration to say that it draws cheeks, but in fact there is never much substantial work because of all the minutes that the krone could not be cleaned up.

"Using weakening and pseudosis... I had thought about it before, but I never used it after all. I'm not even willing to use it."

"What are you talking about in the morning... You must be tired from the long journey, so even if you can't do it today... that's what Mr. Krone said, isn't it?

He smiled slightly at Dill, emphasizing that Ain was a joke.

"But that skill was pretty good, wasn't it?

"Weakening was excellent......? To the best of my knowledge, I don't remember using that power..."

"I never said that, but you used it during the Heim war,"

that what happened in the spiritual world. That I defeated a demon king who looked a lot like me.

Ein tells all of this in a mild manner.

"Such an important story was something I wanted you to tell me first."

"I kind of started making noise as soon as I got home, and I've been busy since I woke up... you know, I never had a chance to say it..."

Next time His Majesty tells me to tell you, Ein nods honestly and goes back to work.

Krone was only loaded with confirmed items, and Ain went ahead and stamped her as she read her final note.

"Dear Ain, this is in an envelope for delivery to Wang Du."

"Yeah, please."

"... By the way, why is there a sword on your desk today?

Ein's sword, which is usually erected, lies on his desk rarely today.

It seemed strange, and Dill asked about it and asked for answers.

"Oh, I was wondering if you'd like me to work with you today or so.... I'm your partner."

"About today... is something wrong?

"I just got Marco to decide what to name it."

"I see you finally got your mark on this sword too."

Dill's nostalgic, tender eyes.

"By the way, what's the name?

- "Ishtal."

"... the same name as continental Ishtal, do you mean?

"I just thought it was going to piss me off to brand it... How come Marco pushed me... and I ended up feeling like I was gonna break"

"I see. However, if Ein were to have a sword with that name, I would agree with Lord Marco as well"

The suspicion that it is not an obedient name and disrespect is not clear. But Dill's in tune, too, surprises Ein.

"No, no, no... that's not unless you have a first sire or something..."

"For Lord Marco, you must be so great that Ein stands alongside His Majesty the First. Naturally, it's the same thing for me."

I'm done saying it. Dill laughs sunny and I can't say it outside so I add the words......

It was said that he had lined up in the presence that was his goal, and Ain pointed that way at the blindfold.

"Oh, yeah! What's going on with the Baron Albero family? The example festival starts next week and... what about the interview?

"Well, here's the thing...... sorry about the post report. Baron Albero's owner and his wife are invisible."

"... Huh?

It means I ran away, but my legs are faster than I imagined.

"Instead, there have been traces, and those traces have kept you in check. We are sending a lot of house arrest, Kingsguard knights and black knights at the Baron Albero's mansion, so I was wondering if we could ever get away with this."

"Good for you. No, it's not good... so, who's going to be listening?

"Mr. Leonard... No, you're Lord Leonard already. He's headed for his first interview."

Suddenly I ask Leonard if it's okay, which seems like a heavy responsibility, and the truth is, he says he has a high opinion of Leonard.

I have been educated by the Duke's family since I was a young child, and the school graduates in the second seat after Ain, so even then it's natural. So to speak, it's nothing short of what Dill did when he graduated.

Ain't nearly fifteen. At about the same age as Dill when Ain started his Red Fox investigation, it wasn't strange that he was entrusted with a responsible job.

"It seems that the next principals are called lights (,,), they seem to be active inside, and they look good on the guild?"

"... sorry, can I ask you what your name is?

"Uh, yeah. I said lights... what is wrong with you"

Ain held his head without touching it.

Is it alle or is the next term dominated by an unfavorable man like ano chill? Leonard must have a hard time too...... hope his hearing ends well,

"I've seen Chris before. He was a guild of adventurers, and he had a gorgeous mouth."

If this is the case, you should have also grasped the family composition of the lower aristocracy. I don't mean to be lazy. But if it helps with these things, you can request the material later.

"So, you're saying Wright Albero remains an important reference person?"

"No, slightly different"

"... no?

Dill then offers Ain a piece of paper.

"Lyla (,,) - Albero has been delivered as an official name. You think men's clothing seems to be a hobby and you call it Light?"

"... can I leave this matter to you? I'd like to do another job."

"Of course it is. Please leave this to the people below."

"... yeah. Thanks."

I'm tired. I'm tired.

Abruptly in the seconds now, never under the influence of a long journey.

One thing I can say is that the job was fortunate to be Krone's confirmed.

I was running out of energy, but I was able to do my job as planned.

? ? ? ?

"Sister, how have you been?

"I was fine. Likewise Mr. Cain."

"Mmm...... Lai Lai"

During the noon break, Ain answers the loose tone of Archet.

They are sitting side by side on the roof of the mansion because when Ain was walking down the hallway, I got eyes on Arche who was here and was invited to go through the window for a minute... The air was sharp and cold, but it was cozy because the roofing material was warm.

Ain't got nothing to say about soothing when she looks at Archet, who turns her hands on her raised knees and blurs.

"And what are you doing with that one down there?

"Chris said he wanted to try it once, so I put it out... what do you think?

"Hmm... I think it's a barren feud"

If you look diagonally down there is a training ground, where there are multiple knights and - huge flowers.

Now that I know I'm not going to die in Ist's covert operation, I've allowed him to use my sword to fight.

"The petals are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yeah, beautiful. If you don't look at your mouth, it's beautiful."

Chris's opponent is a giant flower, no, a man-eater that was about to be named Logus.

Content is Chris' advantage. Naturally, though she is a knight enough to be at the top of this country, Ain's family opponent, she still has a minute too if she's a man-eater opponent.

There's just one problem,

"It's barren, barren. You can't lose that flower unless your magic runs out, can you?

"I wonder. It will come back to life, cut or not, and maybe that's what it looks like."

"I can't believe I created such a creature and let it attack your sister Chris... The second generation of demon kings is more like demon kings than I am."

"... what a bad listener"

By the way, Chris mutilated the maneater from the roots.

Now it's my win - I'm watching the stems not coming back to life, and I'm gradually grinning in her face.

"Ah... Sister Chris, that's..."

No, when Archet says sorry,

"What... yeah!? hey why... from where...!?

I can instantly hear Chris panicking. I thought I was stunned and alarmed by the failure, and the thin twat of a man-eater extends from the ground, often lifting Chris' entire body.

Eventually, the flowers bloom small from a single twat,

"- hihih... ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

And he made me laugh to reverse Chris' spirit.

"Huh... what are you laughing at...! Haaah!"

"Ah, Sister Chris. Wow."

"Right... I used to cut myself out of that position..."

The battle between one and a seedling that begins again will surely be barren again.

"Let's go! Chris, I'm gonna cut it again and put it back in Ain's body!

Archet says to the sounding Katima voice.

"Is it better for the flowers to get bored first or for Chris to run out of strength first? I'll bet you which one it will be."

"Well, I'm bored."

"Same goes for me...... Ha, that's an unsuccessful bet"

Then, a few minutes later.

Between Ain and Archet, a short twat and a small flower abruptly bloom.

"... haaaa..."

When he sighed loudly, he pressed the petals to reward Ain.

What seemed surprisingly cute was no longer like kindness.

He said he was fighting over there.

Chris is in a barren battle to cut his healthy twat.

"You, you came to skip?

……

"- No, you don't. Is that face... tired?

"Or face...? I have no idea what the difference is..."

Ain't no wonder Ain't figured it out, and the bitter laughter of returning it to Arche tells the story.

I watched the maneater not returning a reply and then gave him the little demon stone I had in my nostalgia.

After chewing well, the greens turn to brighter colors.

"You could have come running away because it was time to be the limit, right?

"Heh... a, ah... ehe... heh... ah!

"Oh, hey! Don't run away!"

Maneater, fleeing like a detachment from his extended hand, blossomed before Chris at some point.

"You look like the owner?

"No. That's worse than me."

"... I think you'll be fine. But she's got limits, too."

Fatigue may have accumulated in the battle I followed with Chris.

It was clear in today's move that it was not just a matter of magic.

"When Maneater bloomed in King Heim's capital, it was pretty easy to knock him down, if you think about it... and the trouble was with his vitality and all that. So there's a limit, I'm sure."

"So, I think you're coming back inside me"

It becomes good and evil. I guess it all depends on Ein.

Only that man-eater, who likes pranks and hates to lose, was too rich in emotional expression to say anything.

- In the end, the battle is Chris' win.

The tired man eater looked grumpy, with the result of lying on the ground.