Sneezing small, Augusto, who was messing with the fireworks, raised his face.
"Demon King, is it cold?
"No, it's kind of rumored... I'm sure Eileen thinks of me"
"It's not like it's all over the middle of the desert..."
He gives me Isaac warmed medicinal water, even though he has a frightened face. It's a good idea to take care of it.
"Thanks, but I don't want a drink"
"No, drink it. It's the medicine Luc and Quartz gave us to do something about your magic problems."
"Then I stopped after I got here. No problem."
Already this is within the boundaries of the Holy King. Claude's health is adequate due to the lack of magic that makes him unwell.
"Besides, I had a drink yesterday and it was very bad..."
"Ah, demon king. Then why don't you try adding honey, it's subtle..."
"What do you think..."
Seriously worried about Augusto, a moonlight, stretched shadow enters through the cave entrance. Augusto is a good escort to get into alert in an instant. With that in mind, I reflected on one less alert self right now.
Though Cedric and the others are the ones who came, thieves don't see themselves as high-profile.
In this country where you can't use magic, you're no different than just a human being.
"I'm back now, brother. It worked. Tomorrow there will be no sight."
"Right. Thank you, Cedric. And..."
Who would it have been? I tried to think about it, but the other guy got angry first.
"This is Marks Cowell, Your Royal Highness Prince Claude! Come on, I want you to remember...!
"Oh, I did. I'm sorry. I can't remember why you exist."
"If the next emperor can't remember, you've completely lost your way of birth. The oldest son of the Cowell family is a junior knight for life."
When Isaac scoffed small, Marks looked back at it chilly.
"It seems that a growing aristocrat who just plays fluffy doesn't feel ashamed of himself for clinging to Eileen and having been so lucky to climb up to this point"
"Heh, is that a waste? You crazy women are now criminals, and your childhood friend who tried to drag you down is now the Crown Princess. You don't even have eyes to see."
"What do you know about Lilia - what do we know!
"Wow. I mean, it's just... it's just... it's just... it's just... it's just... it's... it's just... it's just... it's... it's just... it's just... it's... it's
"Would you stop?"
Claude puts his face on too many exchanges.
"Isaac. I know how you feel, but tomorrow it's the king's capital of Ashmeil. More than ever, we have to work together. Cedric."
Encouraging, his half-brother placed his hand on the shoulder of an old friend who shook his fist.
"Marks, my brother's right."
Marks, who was told by Cedric, a friend and master, looked remorseful but nodded at the end.
Augusto, who eventually chooses to add honey to the medicinal water and stir it, gives it to Marks.
"Look, he said drink this and calm down.... er..."
"So it's Marks Cowell! Are you looking down on me because I am the Holy Knights...!?"
"What, are the Saints that hard?!?"
Marks shivers his lips at the surprised august.
Isaac shredded the poison or shredded his face, and Cedric replied with a sigh.
"Are you unconscious that you are a knight under the direct authority of the emperor, you. Even salaries would be higher than those of high-ranking officials. You should get a title too."
"Ah such a story, as if I hadn't heard it... eh, so that's why everyone tells me Serena is after me!? For wealth and status!?"
To a stunned august, the air that was stuck out subtly.
Isaac leans back against the cave wall and stretches his legs.
"Too much.Why did you make Ashmeil Kingdom infiltrate this face, seriously..."
"It would be easier to work together if we had a clear purpose."
Isaac leads Rachel, Augusto leads Serena and Cedric leads Lilia.
People swallow some irrationality if they want to help.
"Besides, I'm letting Elephas take my place to mislead my absence. It would be unnatural if I didn't have Keith, Walt and Kyle on me that Elephas is turning into. I can't even take Zemes, who can let the demons get away with it. In addition, the Oberon Chamber of Commerce will not be suited for rough business."
Then the erasure method makes this face. Isaac snorted and reached for the medicinal water.
Backpack and quartz made Walt, Kyle and Elephas on the experimental bench. Originally to improve the symptoms of humans invaded by magic incense - that is, medicinal water that prevents them from being invaded by magic.
If the demon dragon is really resurrected, it may lead to the prevention of its temper.
"That's why you don't want those two. I didn't know when to betray you."
"But there is no more aptitude than Cedric. And Cedric doesn't blade on my brother."
Can you believe it?
"It's a fact. I didn't want the butler to get mad at me, and I cried and begged him to do something magical for me. He's a cute Cedric."
"It's a good old story, brother!
"There is certainly something that was close to rebellion with every demon king toward his brother. But even then, when I put a little sword archery on him, he cried and apologized. He's an honest good boy."
"Brother...!
"... I understand the power relationship between you and your brothers..."
With a slightly sympathetic eye on Cedric, Isaac breathes into the medicinal water and blurs.
"But it was easier for me and the Demon King to move."
"No way, you wanted to be alone with me...!?"
Isaac blew out the drug water out of his mind.
Claude drops his long lashes because he's sorry for Isaac saying it.
"I'm sorry, but I already have a wife. I can't live up to your feelings."
"What... is Isaac so?!? Well, the Demon King is beautiful..."
"Don't believe there's a reason, Augusto! You're doing this on purpose, Demon King...!?"
"But it's not like you want to be alone with me when you rebel..."
When I turned my confused eyes, Isaac screamed.
"Uh, uh, okay! Cooperate, you just have to! In the meantime, it's tomorrow in the king's capital of the kingdom of Ashmeil, which means the production starts tomorrow! I'm going to bed!
"Well, that's good, yeah! Let's try each other! Erm..."
"It's Marks Cowell! You, I knew you'd be making fun of me!?"
"Augusto is not of that character. ――
I mumbled trying to solve the misunderstanding. The opponent pokes his knee like he couldn't stand it.
"So it's Marks Cowell, how many times have I told you...!
"Oh, I remember, Marcus!
……
"Good luck, Maracas"
He no longer stands up for Isaac's incitement at the end either.
I still thought my half-brother, who cares about silently offering medicinal water to a friend, was a very good kid.