If you train Lv1 Magic Arrow to Lv999 - exiled aristocratic students, train without giving up hope to reach the strongest

Two men and women were walking in and out of King's Landing.

One is a beautiful woman.

I have long silver hair on my white skin that seems to be even on my hips, and I hang it all together at the height of my head and hang it back.

A tall woman, but the man next to her was not inferior in length. The body is also muscular and tight.

Red-haired black eyes - The face is ready, but the sweet princess has no pieces, and the strength suitable for a brave warrior is on his face. There was a sharp light in my eyes, giving me an atmosphere like the raptor "Already Kin".

The woman walking next door laughs.

"I don't know, Lugard. It's been a long time. Where's King's City?

A woman with a funny tone and a man - the leader of "Darkness", Lugard glances slowly.

"I think you should stop, Faltima. You can call that name here."

"Ufufufu. It's okay, nobody's listening."

This is the main street of King's Landing. The original streets are growing even more for the Kingdom Festival. People were rushing around in a cheerful noise. Countless noises will wipe out the conversation between them.

The woman keeps talking.

"If you're so worried, why don't you wear your usual mask? Nobody notices you.

"As soon as I'm treated like a pervert, the guard will ask me about my duties....."

The mask I wore in the Temple of Darkness was not Lugard's hobby.

It is one of the offerings given to the Son of Darkness. It is used as a sign to others in the temple, but I don't feel like wearing it outside. In other words, Lugard is aware that he will be caught if he walks in his clothes.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding."

Ahahaha, Faltima laughs.

"Don't worry. I don't suppose that ring will do as long as you don't meet your acquaintance from the front."

Lugard had a ring on his right index finger.

A ring full of magic.

The bright red hair of the black-haired Lugard is the influence of the ring. It has the effect of inhibiting the perception of others' hearing and obscuring Lugard's impression of his voice. Even if someone who knew the old Lugard heard his voice, he wouldn't immediately notice the same person.

"... that's right."

While answering that, Lugard thinks so.

(... even if I don't have a ring, my old acquaintance may not notice me...)

Lugard strokes his face.

She had a cold expression that lacked emotion. I know that gentleness and warmth have vanished with only sharp eyes.

The old me who was bright and in the center of everybody.

I'm sure you'll look unimaginable from your own perspective.

Faltima next door opens her mouth again.

"But I wonder if that's okay. I can't believe the chief infiltrated King's Landing himself."

After saying that, I continued like this.

This is a trap.

"... I know."

The aim of the children of Lugard is the "Mark of Darkness" in the King's City.

Because the treasures hidden deep in the academy will be made public on the occasion of the Kingdom Festival.

Then Carlisle, the court magician, went out at that time.

It's too much.

"Besides, this is a publicity... even a baby can see it."

"I know. You think I'm gonna jump in?

"... I'll have to jump in."

A sign of darkness.

It is an important item for the darkness of the Lugards.

If it is a one-time opportunity - even if it is known that the other party intentionally created it - it cannot be ignored.

Lugard remembers Carlisle's face. A freshman in college. There was no particular connection, but Lugard knew the talent.

Carlisle smiles naughtily in a neat look.

--I 've got the bait you want. Eat plenty.

Looking around the bait and keeping it in jail, that genius says that.

I knew there were rumors about a man who couldn't eat.

I can't really eat it.

Well, that's too much, though.

Kukukukuku, Faltima laughs.

"You know that hiding is a trap."

If you know the whole trap, use it to intimidate.

Show them off and hunt them down.

Carlisle asks about the blade by pointing it at my throat.

--Do you have the courage to jump in?

I can see the wickedness of such a court sorcerer.

"I'm so glad you invited me. I don't like it. I just need you to break through the front and get your prey."

"That's a strong thing. But do you realize that?

Faltima loosened her beautiful mouth and kept doing this.

"Does that mean you're being provoked by your opponent?

"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

That's why Lugard, the leader, sent out his greatest strength. There is also the Magic Sword Dark Inn Slave if necessary. Only push it out with a force move.

Faltima keeps talking.

"I can't help jumping into a trap... but there's no Lugard, is there? Were we that short of people?

"It's true that we don't have enough people."

Lugard remembers his dead servant.

"It hurt to lose the crest master."

Fighting in Lake Georgian marshes was currently reported to be a victory. I didn't expect that to end with the death of the Seal Master.

Hermit, you've been wandering around a lot.

Faltima laughs because she remembers that.

Harmit refers to the old man who is with Lugard.

"You're such an idiot!? I heard from the Sigilist that he is definitely superior!?

Faltima does Harmit's work.

It was unexpectedly similar.

"Grandpa, I'm surprised you're going to pull yourself out."

After laughing at Ahahahaha, Faltima continued.

"But I wonder who it is. I can't believe you're breaking that Sigilist's absolute defense. It's not a trick that people can do."

"... the magician with the white arrows..."

"White arrows?

"I heard from Hermit that there was a magician who fired unusually powerful white arrows - yes, the crest said."

Perhaps the Sigilist gave the magician a little tease and was in retribution.

The Lizardmen may have some information, but Lake Georgian marshes are now under the strict surveillance of the Kingdom. You won't be able to listen so easily.

"Faltima, what magic comes to mind when you hear the white arrows?

"Hmm...."

Fourth Place - Faltima, who manipulates more than 400 magic tricks, puts his finger to his mouth and thinks.

"... maybe it's a magic arrow..."

"Magic Arrow."

I thought that was Lugard, who used to go to college. But...

"I don't think that would kill the Sigilist."

"I agree.... I wonder if there's any original magic left. That would make everything possible."

Faltima tilted her neck.

"... the magician who kills the crest without giving him time to escape... Honestly, I don't want to meet you."

I agree.

But perhaps we will meet. Lugard had a hunch.

Users enough to kill the Sigilist. In this situation, where so many fates and thoughts intersect, there can be no way out.

I wonder who the hell he is.

(... it doesn't matter who it is. If you get in the way, just slash)

Lugard just thought it was so cold.