Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

The presence of the Seven Wise Men for Hartos-Force is absolute. Sometimes that's because he's one of the thirteen apostles, but before that, he thinks he needs seven sages as one King Leirian citizen.

As you can see from watching the Arsenian School of Magic, a huge organization needs a ruler. Even if that ruler moves for his own rights, he never goes beyond it if he can lead the organization as a result. Putting people together requires their corresponding status.

And for Hartos, who has been taught from a young age that the Episcopal Church can unite this country, it is the Episcopal Church that is just and its administrator is absolute. So Hartos works and will continue to work for the Episcopal Church. Because I believe that will result in good for this kingdom of Leiria.

"What did you do?

Hartos roughs up his voice at the explosion he hears from outside the house. Because there were his men waiting outside, and it was clear that some harm had been done to those men.

Mocha doesn't try to open a single incision.

Haltos stares at the mocha sitting in front of him. Those eyes no longer had the idea of taking them with their consent.

"That's what I'm worried about..."

Hartos hands on the sword he laid on his hips. It's obvious what will happen to the Phoenix family if we pull the sword out of this place, but for Hartos today, the assignment was a priority.

Exactly when he tried to pull out his sword now, suddenly Hartos felt his body get heavier. I don't know if he's physically restrained or mentally interfered, but I was certain he was under some kind of attack either way.

"Wow... this is..."

Hartos keeps staring at Mocha even in a situation full of standing. I don't know if that is his will as the Thirteenth Apostle or his pride as one magician.

"The Thirteen Apostles are self-absorbed to suddenly pull out their swords in the house of men."

"What...?

"No matter how many Thirteen Apostles, you can't get that far in a house of innocence"

"Mouth I found out..."

"You know, the mouth. You've been an apostle for thirteen years, and ten years of youthful work is going well, right?

Obviously hostility directed at Hartos. Hartos intuitively felt that it was not a normal human thing.

"Who the hell are you..."

"Me or me."

Every single body of mocha swings like a pneumonia. And the true figure that showed up.

"Are you…"

Hartos saw the appearance and lost his words, while at the same time springing up feelings of hatred.

The time goes back a little.

Paulino and his men who sent Hartos out to the Phoenix family. A line of men was waiting outside, as ordered. But not if everything was as ordered, and Paulino placed his men around the house at his discretion.

My men also know what that placement means, but there remains confusion as to whether that is necessary.

"Mr. Paulino, do we need to get this far?

One of my men asks. I'm not trying to disobey orders, I'm just checking to see if I don't have to wait as Hartos instructed.

"Just in case."

"But they're the Thirteen Apostles, right? I can't believe you're running away."

His men were placed around the house to ensure quickly when Mocha-Phoenix, the subject of his captivity, fled. Generally speaking, however, it is impossible to escape from the Thirteenth Apostle.

No ordinary man would first attempt resistance in front of the Thirteen Apostles. Some criminals or those who are overconfident of their own power will resist. But the opponent is the thirteen apostles elected to the Episcopal Church that unites this country, close to impossible to fill the difference in strength.

Not to mention the fact that the other person doesn't seem to resist. It was their general idea that the placement would end in vain.

"What do you think of this mission?

"Is this a capture mission? We need your help to rule the country, right?

"Apparently not."

"You think there's a back?

"I don't know. But Laylia's a little weird these days."

"Sure, there are a lot of things about students returning from the dark realm, students going to Dacrya, Dacrya attacking them,"

It was also released to some Episcopal Church officials about Dacrya after the invasion of the earlier Leirian Magic Games. There was also a reflection on the system of demon kings in Dacrea and on Gilanel-Satan, the current ruler.

But most officials only think to the extent of rumors, and none of them have seriously looked into it. If I say so, they recognize themselves as pawns, and wish they could do what the Seven Wise Men have told them.

In that, only Paulino questioned and examined information about Dacrea. So he was feeling the discomfort of the status quo.

"Then I'll tell you. The magic school in the Aquaristan region, the Arsenian magic school in the city of Mole, is involved in all the rumors."

"No way......"

"That's not all. The school director of the Arsenian School of Magic was murdered by someone. And more recently, the body disappeared from the grave."

His men tremble slightly at the strange tale of the body disappearing.

"What the hell happened in this city..."

"I don't know. But you've never been on guard."

"Yes."

I finally understand what that man did to Paulino. If it is true that the Arsenian School of Magic is involved in all previous incidents, we must not fail to remain vigilant here.

"Now for placement..."

"This!?

At that time when I was about to finish the story, their sight slightly darkens.

"Enemy attack!?

"No, this is... fog...?

Paulino, who looks around, immediately decides it's fog. But it's hard to believe that fog has naturally occurred in a place like this. I can't even think of suddenly attacking me all over the city with people around me.

"Who..."

The moment Paulino looked around, a loud explosion sounded.