"Nice to meet you, Sir Alphonse Barca." Thank you very much. "
An Orient country in a small group of countries.
Such a small country has incredible visitors from great powers.
His Highness Benjamin, the First Prince of Brillia.
He's in front of me.
A man who had a father called the Magic King and was closest to the next king.
Such a person came here almost single, with a few sidekick who took care of their surroundings.
Are you sure?
Even if I had to celebrate the New Year, would it be okay to be here at the beginning of the year, just after the collapse of the ancestor?
There are a lot of things I might have to do, like perform a funeral.
"I see you at first, Your Highness Benjamin." It's a pleasure to meet you. I heard that there was a terrible misfortune in the country of Brillia. I'm so sorry for your loss. "
“Yeah, I'm surprised by the suddenness. It really hurts my head when I think about the future.”
I greeted Benjamin and lowered my head.
But it doesn't look like the king is dying and sad.
He seems to be thinking about the rest.
My home in the capital of the Orient.
There was Benjamin.
This house is not a new one I built, it's a house I bought from.
As a result, it was an Orient-style building with wooden structures, curbside, and a nicely maintained garden that could be seen from the outside.
Observe Benjamin sitting on a floor called a tatami mat.
Young.
It looks good enough to be called a young man.
The wording is not very formal, and I feel anxious somewhere.
But this is strange.
Are you sure this man is the first prince of the kingdom of Brillia?
The First Prince was older than Charles.
Then it should be in his thirties or forties.
But it doesn't look very much like it.
Besides, I didn't feel much magic power.
The magic power of the royal family of Brillia's magic kingdom was amazing.
It was a magic power that was not the eyes of the aristocrats there.
For example, when Brother Arth met Charlotte, one of the royalty for the first time, his magic power seemed to be lower than that of Brother Charles.
At the time, even though it was as powerful as the aristocrat's magic power.
And even though Charlotte-sama had so much magic power, she had less magic power than Charles-sama.
Benjamin, who was also the first prince in the reputation, had more magic power than Charles.
In short, the amount of magic power of the first prince in me who listened to that story doesn't match the amount of magic power of the man in front of me.
Well, I didn't feel any magic power from the opponent in front of me.
Charles's flesh, which uses female words, is muscular and has a thick breastplate, but this Benjamin is a good man.
It doesn't look very strong from the slender hair and the vibrant smile.
That's why I unleashed Intimidation .
I was so curious because I didn't have any philosophy.
I sharpened my magic power and slammed it into the opponent.
As it looks, if this opponent is an ordinary person, my [intimidation] may make it difficult for them to breathe or they may lose consciousness.
If you can resist a little, you may feel a tingling, hold your chest down and hyperventilate.
Even if you don't, your face will be pale.
But that didn't happen.
Even with my magic, I haven't changed my complexion.
Shall I tell the willow the wind?
My magic thorns were paralyzed without affecting the opponent.
"I'll take that as a child's play, Lord Barca."
"Please don't, Mr. Alphonse." That's disrespectful to your Highness. "
Benjamin said that my [intimidation] was a pedophile while he was nicking.
And Elizabeth, who was looking at the sight next to me, turned pale and said:
Speaking of which, Elizabeth, the daughter of the Countess of Brillia, knew the face of the First Prince.
Well, when I came to my house, I asked Sebastian for a background check, so I'm pretty sure it was him.
After all, the person in front of you is definitely the first prince who is the head of the next king candidate.
I don't know.
I think this person is the least able of the people I've ever met.
At least I knew that Lady Charles was much stronger than I was.
But I can't even tell if Elizabeth is strong when she sees herself scared.
Could it be that there is a difference between me and my strength that cannot be measured?
In that case, Charles-sama's competitor might be an unbelievable opponent after all.
Without being able to measure the opponent's strength at all, I decided to continue talking to the smiling Benjamin.