In a Different World with a Smartphone

"Yeah. He was from the Frennel family."

"You know what?

"Well, one of the Zenoas Wuwu families, the Frennel family of" Shields, "is famous."

That's what Ramia's sisters, Mullet and Chalet, said as they cleaned up the drawings in one of the castle rooms. They work as subordinates of the old man Uchido, who is the head of the agricultural, forestry and construction agencies. He mainly organized town breakdowns, building applications, paperwork for procedures, etc.

On my way home to see Uchido's old man, I happened to see the two of them and asked about Spica, who was a little concerned. Same demon clan.

I wasn't going to pry as hard as I could, but with all that strength and character, I also wonder why I left the country.

"When it comes to the Frennel family, it's a family line that serves as an escort to the Xenoas royal family, and every member of the royal family has a Frennel family attached to them like a shadow. It's just a rumor."

"So, hey, was Mr. Spica one of the royal escorts?

"Hmm, what do you say? Surely I heard that the guardians of the Frennel family, each of them of the same sex as the royal ones, would be chosen. Wasn't there a woman in the Zenoas royal family now?"

Mm-hmm, and as Mullet thinks, he punches pitapita and the floor with the tail of a snake.

Is that him, Mullet? Is that a chalet? These two really look alike, so I can't tell.

Even the same twins don't do that to Else and Lindsay. When I said that before, I was told, "Isn't the scale completely different?" I don't know, normal.

"That there are no women... even the Queen?

"The First Queen, the Second Queen, must have died ill together. There's one prince each, but there shouldn't have been a princess."

I see. If you're going to escort a woman, it's better for a woman. Then I wonder if Mr. Spica was not an escort. Then "family name that fell to the ground" means...

"Has anything happened to the Frennels lately?

"" Saar. We've been out of Zenoas a long time, too. ""

Hmm. You don't know anything after all, do you? Well, don't feel like root-digging leaf digging is an invasion of privacy.

When I broke up with the Lamia sisters and went to the training ground, Mr. Spica was just finishing his training and wiping his sweat on the bench.

"Hey."

"This, Your Majesty. What can I do for you?

Step away from the bench and lower your head on one knee. Hi. I don't like military people like this one. In the meantime, I shall ask you to stand.

"What do you say? Have you ever had any trouble?

"No, you all treat me like a newcomer a lot. I'm thankful you treat Demons and women and all that without distinction."

We do have a higher proportion of women than the other Knights. And the number of subhumans. Well, not all of them, like mismids.

"And the Knights of this country have a high level of strength. Surprised."

Well, he's so shitty. Spartan ceremony. You have to be strong with that. It's a lie.

"Especially the strength of the blades..."

The light went out of Mr. Spica's eyes to see what she remembered.

"Oh...... I already did."

"All my confidence so far has collapsed...... This is the first time my" shield "has been of no use...... No matter how unfamiliar the shield is..."

I think we should forget about that guy because he's out of standard on a lot of things. Using that as a criterion, humans have to keep challenging walls they can't cross.

No, you said the cherry blossoms had a shield dedicated to the Frennel family. What do you think?

"This is a domed shield depicting a loose curve. There is a protrusion for the spike in the center..."

"Hmm."

The crystalline material is removed from "storage" and deformed with "modeling". I guess this is it.

While surprised by the "modeling," Mr. Spica takes the shield and strokes the surface.

"Could you loosen up the curve here a little bit? And make the whole size a little smaller..."

"Like this?"

I will deform them as they say. Lighter with "gravity" on the shield of a deformed crystal, or granting it a lot, it's over.

After taking the shield that Mr. Spica was able to do and stroking it all the way through, he was setting it up, swinging it around and trying all sorts of moves.

"It's nice to be clear so you can't block your sight even behind the shield. Incredibly light on that. It's a great shield."

"That's not all. Most swords cannot be scratched, and magic attacks are given some bounce or absorption."

Still, I didn't benefit Mr. Spica with any other crystal swords and armor, a set of Knights gear, so I handed it here and now. Though swords and armor are like everyone else.

"Such a weapon... if only at that time..."

My ears didn't miss the words she snapped, but I dared not touch them.

"Master"

A voice can be heard from behind. Turning around, Sheska stood looking like a maid.

"I'm hearing from Rosetta. He said the example was finished."

"Oh, that was fast."

I was wondering if it would take a little longer. All right, so shall we reveal ourselves at the afternoon meeting?

I broke up with Spica and headed to Babylon with Sheska.

"Winter Night Hall. So this is the artifact, the magic tool that can predict the emergence of Frase?

"Yes, I named it" Sensing Board ""

As its name suggests, it is a black plate-shaped tablet, so to speak, an LCD tablet.

When you perceive the sound of a phrase, it is useful to display its direction, distance, predicted time to appear, individual type, and number of occurrences.

However, if the measurement range isn't that wide and Brunhild is the only one, it's fine for one, but instead of big countries like Belfast, Regulus and Lestia, even our next smaller Lenier will need more than one.

"We want adventurers to install this in their national adventurer guilds, and if it was only a lower species, we want adventurers, if it included intermediate species, to raise that country in frame gear and deal with it, and if it included advanced species, it would hit the whole East-West alliance. Of course not if there's too many of them."

"As a guild, I have no problem. I just want you to spare me the unpredictability of the damage, like you did when you were in Euron."

Mixed with representatives from different countries, Mr. Relisha, the guild master who was sitting at the round table, opens his mouth.

The only reason I asked the Alliance to cooperate is that it has bases on various lands, up to the inside of countries that are not part of the East-West Alliance. That and the network confirmation.

Of course, if there are any predictions of a Fraze appearance in a country that is not part of the alliance, I'm going to tell you what's going on and ask you to respond. Believe it or not, it's another matter. Well, even if you don't believe me, if Fraze shows up, you'll have to believe it.

"Hmm. With this, even if there's a raid on Fraze, we can handle it domestically to some extent."

"And Fragments of Frase... Was it" Crystal "? It seems like it can be used in some ways."

The Emperor of Leggles and the Beast King of Mismid exchange such conversations. Naturally, the properties of "crystalline wood" had slipped across countries. Well, you can guess if you look at the gear and frame gear weapons of Fraze and our Knights.

Until now, I have received most of the "crystal wood" for the defeat in the frame gear, but from now on, if I defeated it in my own country, 80% would belong to that country, and the remaining 20% would be for me as the rental cost of the frame gear. Of course, if you knock him out without frame gear, he won't come into my nostalgia.

The characteristics of "crystalline wood" are:

"Pouring magic increases hardness"

"Self-regenerating until the magic poured out"

"Catalyst amplifies the power of magic"

The last magic power is amplified by the same magic stone, but because of the different conductivity of the magic, the crystal wood is more powerful.

The problem is weight and machining techniques, which are difficult to use for armor and swords if you can't lighten up in "gravity" or make complex deformations in "modeling" like I do.

Even if it is machined, it is not a problem to scrape it out, but it cannot be bonded. Well, I'm going to be able to use a lot of magic to increase the hardness, and Skyle Mail or something with thin, scaly crystalline wood.

But the most troublesome thing is the magic injection, and Leanne says that the harder you pour, the harder it gets, but the more resistance it gets, the harder it gets to inject.

Is it like leveling up RPG or something? The higher the level, the more experience you need, like that.

By the way, I've never felt magical resistance or anything. It usually gets a lot of injection though. I don't know because I've never injected it to the limit. I don't even feel like I can crack it if I put it in too much.

"So this is today's meeting..."

"Excuse me, I have one report."

Mr. Audrey, the new Governor of Roadmea State, raises his hand, blocking my words as I tried to tighten them. What is it?

"For once, I thought I should tell you. The recent armed golem rampage in our country… Edgar Bowman, who was responsible for all the research and cultivation of this golem, has escaped from the mine camp."

Huh? That young Dr. Baldy, he escaped?

"Thank you. They had an outside guide, and I still can't grasp that whereabouts. You can also flee the country, so please report it."

Does that mean someone let that young bald man get away with it? Who the hell...... Even then, they called me a genius demon engineer for once, and it's not strange that some people think about using that power...

"Search. Bachelor of Magic Engineering Edgar Bowman"

A map appears in the air, but the pin never dropped there.

"End of search. Applicable si '

Wet.

"Does that mean he's already dead......?

"If it's a corpse that you can't personally discern. Or have you escaped to the place where the magic barrier is stretched or have the tools to be stretched..."

While returning that to the new governor of the state, I couldn't hold back from having a bad feeling again. It does not come from fear or anxiety. It's just such a troublesome feeling that there's going to be more trouble.

"Nothing is more troublesome than a clever idiot halfway through," my dead grandfather said.

I think so too.