Spread out in front of you are a number of useful magic tools. Plus a bunch of shitty luxurious gear.
Plus, for the finest potions of the year, tons of demon stones before processing of various sizes, coins piled up for how many years of living, carriages that look so sturdy......
"Where's the prize, bokeh! A castle will be built lightly in the first place!
After the game, in a room that was almost taken by force rather than guidance, I was screaming in front for assistance in the name of a prize.
"Perfect preparation for any catastrophe"
Apparently you're not even willing to go through the pre-construction anymore, the emperor started white-butting you.
Again, to think against the stories of the first emperors I have heard before, I can't go wrong that this was not a commodity or anything else, but a preparation for the calamity that I say will soon come.
But receiving this assistance is virtually synonymous with my being certified as the dog of the Empire, that is, a brave man. Therefore, I tried to open my mouth to politely say no.
But you're anticipating my thoughts like that, the emperor controls the foreman.
"In accordance with the covenant, the Empire's brave men decide only in brave sorting exams. I don't have two words for it if I don't take it. In addition, if you don't want to receive it, you'll have to dispose of it."
"... that's a waste of time"
When I heard of the disposition, I swayed.
Money is fine. No gear, no demon stones, no potions, no trouble, but well.
But... I want the magic props.
There are so many magic items that are barely commercially available and very difficult to obtain… a mountain of treasure. Treasure Mountain. I want it badly.
"Well, if you want to throw it away, why don't I take it and put it down? A prize?
In the end, I lost my greed. Maru.
I won, so I'm not a dog.
I said those words to myself, and I was coming back to the city of Arctia.
All over the city, who was coming to watch the game between me and the Emperor, which ended a few hours ago, I hid my face to avoid the noise, and as I sassed through the crowd, I headed to the magic school to fulfill my original purpose of stopping by the arctic.
Since coming to the magic school a year ago to report the collapse of the continental bridge to the Emperor due to the clash between Reaper and Killer, there has been a lot of going in and out until the Brave Return takes place, and I will not step on a hema that would treat an intruder like before.
I spoke to the guard before I passed the gate firmly and had him in contact with the dean.
So, when I got permission to go inside, I walked through the gate with dignity and visited the dean's office.
When I knocked lightly, I heard voices coming from inside, so I opened the door.
"Long time no see, Dean"
"Whoa, hasn't it been a year? Sorry, I couldn't even pick you up."
"No, it was me who came all of a sudden. Were you just busy?
"Hey, Ray. I didn't expect you to see me, I'm ashamed. Because it was skipping work and stretching my legs all the way to the arena. Whoa, this is a secret, please."
"Ha ha... was the dean here too"
I didn't know they were looking at me where I was properly embedded... it's me who's embarrassed.
"Still, is your body better yet?
"Well, it seemed far from serious over there... rather, if you're feeling hurt, you should worry about the emperor"
"That's what you won't have to worry about. It's about that kid who was supposed to be a brave man. You can't fall for it."
That kid...?
"... oh well. The Dean has been a teacher at this school since the emperor was a little girl."
"Yes... so I am grateful to Lord Ray for putting that case away once and for all. 'Cause I've seen them hang out with each other and enhance each other at an early age."
"... Really?"
That would have made me feel much sadder about that case than I felt. Until now, I hadn't thought about it so deeply, but it was against that background that the Dean took me to investigate the ruins as well, when he built the arena and dedicated himself to folding the repatriation of the brave.
"Honestly, I hate the emperor, but from the dean's point of view, he must still be a cute godson"
"Well... what about that? Sometimes you don't know."
"What do you mean?
"It's not a big deal. It's just that I have regrets, too. I wonder if the act of holding him back from the Emperor was right."
The dean, clouding his face, has advised him to sit on the couch because standing still is nothing.
When I pressed my hips as recommended, I saw the dean sitting in the front.
"If it's okay with me, I'll listen to you. Some days when you're about the age of dean, you'll want to zero what you have."
Sometimes talking to someone refreshes my chest, like I asked Charstena. I'm not talking about people I don't know, and honestly, I'm interested in Iris. As those who hold the same vengeance in their hearts.
"... So can you just ask me a few questions?
"Yeah, sure."
He nodded at me, and the dean broke his expression just a little, and then he started talking.
"... Zebrato was too good. His brother, Gaius, was also a delicacy enough from other sources, but Zebrato was pulling out one head. Earlier, that's what Zebrato was supposed to be a brave man. He won the tournament in his first appearance. Plus the next year, with an overwhelming strength that didn't donate anything else, we kept winning. Would it be treated just like Dickold Belstead if it applied in this day and age?"
I opened my eyes to surprise when my real name popped up.
"The emperor, with Dick...?
How strong is he by now, compared to what he was then? It would be frightening to think if we were seriously fighting earlier. If the emperor was seriously willing to make me a brave man, wouldn't it have been me who was losing?
"... By the way, Lord Ray, do you know the customs about imperial braves?
"Yeah, I was in the vortex, so I know exactly what's going on."
"Really? Then the story is quick. How could Zebrato have become an emperor? I think you already know that."
"Your brother Gaius defeated the Emperor."
Two consecutive wins since his first appearance. Considering that he was treated similarly to Dick, since he could not win the last militant tournament, could he not have been a brave man, but an emperor?
"Yeah, you're right. I guess Zebrato didn't want his brother to push the dangerous role of brave man. He showed overwhelming strength until he abandoned his dream of becoming emperor....... but finals, brotherly confrontation with Gaius, who, unlike Zebrato, fought desperately and won. So I don't know what they exchanged and bumped into each other, but Zebrato lost to Gaius"
... very different from the image of the emperor today.
What would make it easier for him to make the choice of killing his friend, who was also his brother's fiancée, relentlessly, if he had so much as abandoned his dreams?
It must have happened only in a time when Lucy told me one day that the Empire was on the verge of doom.
"... it was tough from there. The world broke with a voice that pushed Zebrato to the brave because the two were brothers and a voice that pushed Gaius to the brave who beat him. I did my best to support their dreams, to make Zebrato emperor and Gaius brave, but now that I think about it, maybe that was the beginning of it all. So sometimes I think, if I had made the opposite choice,"
"... I know how you feel. I regret doing this then, too. But all we can do is end up doing what we're going to do, right? So I think it's how we're going to turn that remorse into a driver."
If the dean lived longer than me, he would know that even if he didn't say so. But for people with regrets, that's the only way to move forward without getting caught up in it, after all?
"... thank you. It's a little distracting."
"No, I'm sorry I can only say the obvious."
"That's not true. Lord Ray's words, I'm stained. I don't know what I can do now, but I'll think about something I won't do to Zebrato, who's still alive."
"Good for you, then."
Listen to me, I couldn't tell you a big deal, but I'm glad to hear you're still out of your mind.
"I apologize for letting you hang out with the old fools. Shall we get down to business? Wasn't there something urgent about being here today?
"No, not in a hurry..."
It seems that even though it has only been a few hours since the battle with the Emperor, the fact that he has visited has misled the Dean. When I got back to the inn, I thought people were going to be packing up and I'm sorry I just came to finish my errands first.
"Actually... I'd like to fold in and ask the dean for one thing."
"To me, is it?... what is it? I'm really interested in getting in from Lord Ray."
Earlier is the dean who hits and changes and turns to look full of expectations.
I wasn't sure I could live up to that expectation, so I put one in the foreground.
"Well, that's not a big deal. Just talking about wanting to do a job request..."
"Is it work"
"Yeah, it's work. Actually..."
I told you the real reason I came to this land until I took the risk of trouble for the brave men.
What I would like to ask the dean. My thoughts. I scratched and briefly explained what I could offer to ask for it.
"... I see, I understand the story. The story of being able to provide you with mysterious magic props that have been excavated from the ruins is truly fascinating. But there's a problem with what we can get out."
Problems the dean speaks of. It's imperial law.
Scholars who study in the city of Arctia receive a great deal of assistance from the Empire. For this reason, the new technology born here is an important asset of the Empire. That's what I'm asking for in exchange, so the dean can't easily accept it. Feelingly, I would want enough of the recording device that I showed you just a little while ago to get my hands out of my throat...
"Well, I knew that. I won't say right away. But think about it. The immense wealth that comes from spreading the art of effortless transfer to a world where the only way around the city is on foot. For a single metastasis, there are always people who use even tens of thousands. That alone would be enough reason for the Empire to issue a permit."
"Sure... but is that really possible? The idea of replacing the magic of the Brave Return with a metastatic ceremony..."
Application of the Brave Return Magic to the Transfer Ceremony spoken by the Dean. That development and offering is what I want, and the dean is half-hearted, but in me the procedure has already been put together quite closely.
You can do it.
I assure you.
"In the first place, that magic is not meant to cross the world. That magic is a technique for breaking space and connecting different spaces."
A tear in the space I noticed when I was repatriated a year ago. Probably because I'm sensitive to the space on the spot, the fact that I don't know just by deciphering the ancient texts I noticed.
From there, the art of summoning brave men who can derive a pair with the repatriation of brave men...
"Brave Summoning Magic should be the art of following its reverse process and drawing others from different spaces. Neither will lead to random locations without incorporating images of anywhere."
But is that really a random phenomenon where no probability difference exists?
Nord told me that because of my holes in the walls that divide the world, the brittle part opened during the Summoning of the Brave.
Then, the connecting point is its brittle place, and by deliberately causing it to happen, is this phenomenon controllable? Specifically...
"But simultaneous activation of the Brave Summon and the Return Ceremony should allow for overlapping space tears and transfer to any location."
"Huh...! I see... is it simultaneously activated? I mean, if we incorporate correlation mechanisms like communication devices... no, but mechanisms to avoid getting involved in metastases..."
"It's a defensive shield, Dean. That defensive shield and the communications device. Then, if you combine the ceremony of summoning and repatriating the brave, you will be able to do the magic of the transfer."
Of course, we also know that this is not going to work at the production stage. There will be some problem. When that happens, I can't solve it alone very much.
That's why we're here at this place, where good scholars gather, to make requests for metastatic artifacts.
"This is a subject that I'm tempted to study inside. I get it. Let's hang with other scholars."
"Helpful, Dean. And since I'm going to pay for the research, can you accommodate the finished magic tools?
"Whoa! Of course it is! Now, it would be easier to convince the Imperial government to show you the finished product, so put it behind you… I'll try to hit a scholar I know quickly"
Apparently, the dean caught fire in his research. When he put the troubles behind him for a good reason, he hastily jumped out of the dean's office.
I kind of looked at myself on top of that, laughing bitterly and dropping off the dean, and I drank out the tea I had left in the cup, cleaned my desk properly, and then left the spot behind.
Until the completion of the transfer tool, I decided to sit in the land of the school city of Arctia, except for the cost of living for the time being, and all the money I received from the Empire combined was turned around as research expenses. In addition, I received confirmation regarding the accommodation of the transfer equipment, and when the purpose of my visit to the city was fulfilled, I convened my friends in a lodging I rented out for a long stay.
"There's nothing else you guys have gathered together. Our party is in desperate danger right now."
What a bunch of guys with letters on their faces just because they don't know what to say to me when I launch a story with such heavy words. One of the things that was particularly terrible was Anna, who had turned her suspicions on me.
"What did you do this time?
"Why do I want to be evil? I'll tell you what, I'm not bad about this one. I mean, it's everyone's fault but me."
"We are? Oh, my God, say it. What have we done?"
Let's give this guy a break!
The rest of them look like they have no idea why!
"Oh, I'll tell you, you freelancers! Our party isn't scary right now! I've been paying for all my trips so far!
Because you turned it over to research?
No, wait. That's not it.
What's wrong with spending my money, whatever I want?
The problem is that all of our parties are counting on my extra money for rewarding Demon King Destruction and earning experience in what I called an S-Class hunt. No, I'm having trouble spending half my money, because I was scattering it, right?
"... so that everyone can work. I mean, they're all grown up, so you can make your own money or so!
Why should I say such a pitiful thing?
I want you to hold on a little tighter.
Courtesy of intimacy.
That's why I decided to make rules in the party to solve this inexplicable situation when I scattered a fortune that seemed to buy a small country and broke out because it was going to be the gold of everyone at the party.
After all, I thought collective action needed a lot of rules, not to mention a lot of minded companions.
So let's briefly explain our rules, which we've all decided to discuss.
One, you buy your own equipment and consumables.
One is to pay me, the party leader, 20% of what I earn as a necessary expense for the party.
One thing, let's all work.
I guess it's sad, we have to make it a rule until it's obvious, so maybe this party has more problems than missing money.
Incidentally, it is the Luxerian family and Cecil who will be excluded from this. Cecil is an auxiliary to the party, and she's in a position to ask for a job from here, and Luxeria's family is just following her, so let's not get into the details.
So when it comes to work, we, the adventurers, are going to do the request... It is a war waste of time for all of us, so we decided to divide it into several groups and do the request.
Anna and Gold have nothing to say in strength, and Gilk and Wristlit, who often make fun of Hema, will each have their own firm Luxeria and Lycood to do the requests that were in their respective ranks. Haku can't register adventurers, so he's supposed to help Shall get a share. Then, Haruki and the Knitting increased the Adventurer rank, so the two of us were asked to do a low rank request.
All I have left is Seaterra... while I was away from King's Capital, I was somehow an adventurer and up to C-rank. I doubt what would happen to her if she didn't have the means to fight, but it doesn't suit my doctrine to admonish her because she herself said she wanted to. Just make it whatever you want.
But when that happens, the question arises as to how we are fighting. So, I asked her, apparently, she's throwing demon stones. Goblins and heels.
What an inefficient story.
A magic stone knitted with a technique can cost tens of thousands of ruts a piece. Is that what you're gonna do, use it for demons that don't even get a thousand ruts?
Who gave her such an asshole way to fight? Deficit management is also a good place.
That's why I wondered if I could create a means for her to fight besides the Demon Stone, and embarked on the city.
Because this city is rooted in a unique culture compared to the rest, and if I say so, it's full of weird stuff.
For example, they are flooded with flying carpets, chavon balls that can be ridden, and magical tools like dreams. But I don't see much outside of this city because of the huge taxes the empire imposes on other countries to keep those technologies from leaking.
But Hate and I have storage space to choke off the city gates, etc. That means you can get something cheap and good.
What, crime?
I think so. I'll give you this adage.
─ ─ If you don't find out, it won't be a crime.
... so when I came to the Magic Prop store, I started walking around the store with Seatella.
"How about this?
I specialize in artifacts, and I couldn't help but ask Sheitella what it was like to have a gun with four firing openings on it.
'Yes, I will refer to the data'
"No, I mean can I use it..."
Seethera, who apparently received some misinterpretation, closed her eyes softly to sleep.
"... See Recording Program... Data Confirmation... Error Number 17561... Confirm Again... Error Number 17561... Difference from Recording Program... Output Down 90 Percent... Confirm Inappropriate Magic Circuit..."
"Oh, hey, oh, are you okay? Did you even hit him in the head?
"Uh, I don't care, this is the fashion of this kid right now..."
The clerk's uncle has suddenly been worried about the seemingly human Sheetera who ran out of his mouth about something strange, so he throws up an excuse that came to his mind, and even though he gets a surprise glance, he hides the secret of Automata. In this city, even Automata doesn't know what's going to happen the day she finds out.
"Confirm Program End... Rebuild Master Personality... Done. Master, apparently this demon is broken. The output is significantly down and it is advisable to repair it. '
"Hey, what is it! You're telling me our store sells defective products! If you think something's wrong all of a sudden, you're talking weird! Good annoyance! Get the fuck out of here!
Sorry about our automata!
I rushed out of the store with Seatella, apologizing in my heart to my broken uncle.
I pop out of the store, and after a while, I sigh.
"Not at all, why don't you just say something?
'Why is that? Lady Krakbaer said to let you know as soon as there was a problem…'
"Ooh, you're teaching him something decent... sure, you'd better let me know as soon as you have a problem, but think about the time and place, then tell me what's going on"
I was surprised that Krakberg gave her a decent education, but when she always said what she thought, it was indispensable to rub. I want you to wear something more collaborative.
"Time, place and situation… are you talking about the necessities of space-time travel?
"Who told such a fucking hard story! That's it. Anything that comes right out of your mouth doesn't necessarily produce good results."
'Okay. It is not necessary to seek solutions and report on matters that can be solved by self.'
"Well... is that what happens?
I compromised to get a subtle response that I honestly can't snort at, but if I don't get anything out of my mouth right away, it's okay.
"Hmm? If you say so..."
What I remember is the massive prize I received a few days ago. In it, it reminds me of a mixed mass of magic equipment. In addition to major things like communication and loud magic, there were a large number of magic devices whose use was mysterious at a glance. Since the sun has been shallow since I received it, I haven't looked through everything, but there must have been some of the same items that I left in the combat equipment store earlier.
"Seaterra, shall we go back to the inn for once? Let's see if we can use it out of all the magic I've got."
"Okay, Master."
"... more. Though I've tried to get it out...... that's an amazing amount to see again"
I wonder how much it would be if I bought this normally. Thinking about taxes, there were slightly more than a hundred million pieces of magic in a small and piled room in the Inn.
"Sheetera, I don't have any sparkle, so look at me and see if I can use it."
"Yes, with the Master's orders, if any"
As usual, she tries to take anything as an order, but I feel a little more humane while I'm keeping it with Gilk.
For example, even though you used to say magic replenishment all the time, you don't need to replenish it as often as you still do, to the extent that you breathe a little magic from the demonic stones of the demons you defeated these days? I'm not sure why, but did you get low fuel consumption?
Other times, I saw him writing something like a diary on his journey. Honestly, I was wondering if it was my fault before we broke up, but when I saw her doing something that Automata would never do if it only worked with such an order, I sincerely thought it would be nice to keep it in Gilk.
"What's it like?
'These artifacts appear to be crude items that do not reach a predetermined level'
"Really?
That can't be...
What we have here is what the emperor said is a bundle of the latest technology... could it be that technology today is degrading to such an extent that it is not comparable to what it was in the past?
"Right, so it won't be a use? I thought it was a good idea."
'No, it would be possible to reuse it if it was repaired. Because it incorporates the wrong magic circuit, it just can't exert its original power. "
"Wow, do you even know that?"
When someone who knows nothing sees it, she knows exactly what it looks like to be a crap. Or maybe it has that kind of functionality, but I won't ask because it's the och who explains it unexplained anyway.
What worries me more than that.
"Maybe you can fix it?
That's what happened.
I asked with such pale anticipation that Sheitella looked a little doyer.
'It's possible. as long as you have the right equipment and time.'
"Whoa! Don't let your dreams spread! Then why don't you try and fix it? I want to try the finished product, too."
'Copy that. Master's orders, I'll try to fix everything.'
"Oh, so..."
Even if you want to snort at your confident appearance, your neck movement stops on the brink.
... are you willing to fix all this?
"No, I hope you pick a few good things to fix...?
'I'm sorry, Master. It is intolerable to defile the supreme products made by the previous master with such a contradiction. I'll fix everything.'
"Oh, oh... well, take your time"
I only found that there is a strong enthusiasm there, but how many years will it take...
I don't know if it's a good idea for her to live 5,000 years... but let's keep an eye on temperament.