Isekai Cheat Magician

The sun swallowed across the horizon and the light went out.

The purple sky gradually expands its range.

Looking at it, Marchese rocks the wine glass in her hand with her hand.

And turn your gaze to the man sitting face to face, respectfully.

I've been staring outside as well, Dortesheim.

I guess he felt Marchese's gaze, his eyes pointing out, moving him to Marchese.

Marchese takes his gaze.

Time to flow between them.

A few seconds, a few minutes.

"I apologize for taking the time out of your busy schedule. Thank you again."

"Good. So much so that Hou goes out of his way to send out an early horse to offer a visit. I wonder how much happened?

Marchese's movement stops in Dortesheim's whimsical voice, but it was also a moment.

Marchese affirms Dortesheim's words and arranges neatly the matters to be communicated in her head.

"There are two things. One is a bad report."

Dortesheim didn't change his expression, either.

"Then it's the first one. Baron Dalmar is dead."

"Right."

"A thousand soldiers have all been captured by royalty."

There's no one left.

"My Lord Left."

"Are you telling me you caught one at a time?

"No. According to a report from an accompanying subordinate, he was overshadowed with tactical sorcery."

"Ho."

Dortesheim muttered "funny" and put his arms together.

What he wants is information beyond that. Of course I know Marchese.

"There are three sorceries that made it happen. Soil magic, water magic, electric magic."

"... electric shock"

"You know what I mean"

I wasn't drilling magic in particular, Dortesheim, but I led the answer from the information accumulated in my head. His position is Duke. I have a high position next to royalty. It is indispensable for the opportunity to come into contact with high freshness primary information, and even depth A-rank information is available if the prescribed procedure is followed. And his head is not just an ornament that rides his body.

"Sand the soil at your feet and produce water there to mud. Flow an electric shock into that mud and cause it to electrocute. It's the sophistication to the horrible point of passing through a needle hole that seals the movement without killing it."

"Right."

Marchese peeks at Dortesheim's expression.

I know he is not as clever as he will regret with this degree of defeat. So how do we react? Things like "sky clear while enemies" in Marchese's predictions? I also think Marchese is poor creativity. That's why I tried to read it to him, but Dortesheim didn't take one reaction, and finally didn't even let Marchese read the pieces of emotion. I don't even know if this is the right answer.

"Have boys and girls from different worlds done anything?

Marchese affirms.

I can't be sure, but I prefaced and told Dortesheim the reports from my men as they were.

"You said you split hundreds of meters in one blow?

"Yes, even from 3000 meters away, she felt incredibly magical, it was one of them"

"One or... That's what Hou says when he's a summoner boy"

"Probably."

Dortesheim will also have arrived at the fact that Marchese has arrived.

"So here's the bad news"

"Let's hear it."

With Dortesheim's permission, Marchese told the other news.

"Thirty minutes after the Wang Du raid, Count Sarwaha's house was raided and driven into a state of semi-destruction. The killer is three boys and girls. They were all untouchable."

"Semi-destructive."

"Yes. They said there were no dead, but 40% of the combatants were seriously injured, at least a month until they resumed. The biggest damage was that the hardware was blown up every building. In front of the Count, the building was wiped out by an explosion. We have a declaration in the name of the Count that the procurement of supplies, etc. is desperate."

"He'll do it... What about the Royal Army field commander?

"To observe from the military flag, he seems to be Master of Magic at the Bella Palace"

"She looks adorable, she's an inedible fox"

Dortesheim laughed when he said so.

This is a trap that invites Miss Reed. Simply crushing the Count family would look painful when read shallow with purpose.

The real meaning behind lurking is warnings and provocations to the aristocracy.

Warning that it is possible to crush the nobility one by one and sharpen their power of war. If the Royal Army can get into the Count's house with just three people and beat them straight from the front without exhaustion, there is no reason not to take this means in the future. The slower we hit in earnest, the more the aristocrats will be forced to weaken.

And that also leads to provocation. Bella is saying "call me" in the dark. The trouble is that riding that provocation is also best for the aristocrats. If you hold your hand without riding, you will be destroyed from next to next, and your power will be shredded more and more. At the end of the day, you could be pushed into a state of "losing before you fight". As for the side of the coup, there is no more humiliating doomsday.

Dortesheim was forced to make a decision, but the answer was already out.

"Fine. Let's try to get him on board. Start preparing for the showdown"

"I understand. We'll let you know immediately."

"Uhm."

Though he deplored the difference with the duke with his liver in place, Marchese respectfully thanked him for not even serving it on the yawn.

Marquese, by the way.

"What is it?"

"Is there any man with arms at your place?"

"Yeah, I've never been there."

Marchese came pinning to see what Dortesheim was going to say.

"Give me one. I'll have a selection from us."

"I'm in awe"

Before the war starts, I want to reward you for buying time.

Of course, I'm not going to be optimistic when the other person is just the other person, when it works. Your word if given a blow. If you can escape, you're lucky. If they were tailored, they'd run out of luck for the rest of their lives. A praiser after keeping in mind that he is caught and will not return.

Even if the boy and girl are willing to miss it, there is no way Smeera will tolerate it. If you get caught, it's the end of the line.

"Then the commissioner will contact you after. The showdown is tomorrow night."

"I understand. So now I..."

Confirming that the signs of Marchese were distant, Dortesheim deposited his body on his girdle and back, closing his eyes.

Only one person can work out tactical magic that multiple court magicians take a considerable amount of time to achieve, and that too can be worked out in an instant.

I guess the boy is capable of falling this whole country if he wants to.

What I still don't do is, are you not interested in taking control of this country or are you waiting for some time?

"... Your Majesty, what do you have in mind?"

Dortesheim, without a multiplier, wished to be the former. The earliest dimension is too different for a human to be able to do this. There is no one on this occasion who can be taught that his wishes have already been fulfilled.

Eventually he slowly woke up his upper body, ringing the bell at hand only once, chillin.

"Are you calling, sir?"

An old, gray-haired man with stored Kaisel mustaches, who appeared before Dortsuheim without sound. It is a butler with no sense of gap at all.

"You heard the story, didn't you?

"Everything, we've made arrangements."

"Uhm."

Speaking of two, Carr and I respond. Dortesheim nodded satisfactorily at the same hand of a deacon who walked with him over the years.

If Dort Esheim shows a gap, he can't say a word.

It was pleasant for him to have a tingly exchange with this brilliant butler who wouldn't quit.

"What Miguel said was true."

"You're right."

The first time I heard it, I overheard what was stupid. But he's too desperate to complain, so I poked him a little bit. There is no harm in keeping the words of your men, who bring desperation forward, in the blemishes of their hearts, even without peppering them.

"Sir, you seem a little tired"

I can't hide anything from you.

Dortesheim moved his fingers and gave him instructions.

"Oldo. Hang out a little bit"

"So sweet for your words. It's been a long time since we've had good wine, so let's have a drink."

"Hmm. Is there something that suits your eyes? Let's look forward to it."

"Then we will have it. Please wait."

Oldeau graciously thankful and leaving the room without making a sound. It's going to be a great night for a pre-war toast.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

The morning after finishing the battle with a brilliant victory.

Taiichi kept his head down and was blown by the wind on the veranda.

If there is no cloud today, there is no breeze. The weather is stunning, so I am having the wind by Aerie, who is beside me.

Swallow a bite of the water, which is on the cup, and Taiichi groaned, "Ugh."

"I drank too much"

"You have a wonderful hangover."

It was a battle that was never small.

As a victory celebration, it was last night that a small ceremony was held.

Taiichi drank too much booze there in good shape.

There is no one in this world who blames alcohol after he turns twenty.

Instead, we are allowed to drink when we are fifteen in this world.

"Taiyi. Are you weak on alcohol?

"In my world, the law forbids alcohol at my age."

"Heh."

"Well. If it was enough to hide and swallow a cup, we'd all be doing it."

Hmm, and Aerie shrugged.

"Taiichi? Ah, there he is"

Rin in a ruffled outfit with a long skirt on her shirt made her face out of the room.

Look at her. She doesn't seem to have any booze left. "Follow the town," he said, drinking a couple of glasses, but he didn't seem to drink enough to get drunk on the boulder.

She is serious, but she wasn't as tough as being trapped in Japanese common sense until she came to the other world.

"Ooh."

"What? Hangover?

After a damp gaze, Taiichi laughed.

"Unconscious"

"It would be normal to drink until you feel unconscious or throw up anything."

"Well, it's a celebration, huh?

"Wake up that you read the air? You think that's gonna make you an exonerator?

"I don't think so."

"Fine then."

Rin sits beside Taiji and looks up at the sky as well.

Blue skies without clouds are the same as those looked up in Japan.

I guess it's just an easy season to spend, I don't even feel the heat on my long sleeves.

"I hurt people"

Pompous, Rin shrugged.

In the sky, there are pounding clouds. The sky seems to have quite a bit of wind.

I know what she's trying to say, because she's the best.

"Mm-hmm. I broke some bones, too."

"If we were in Japan, we'd be arrested for assault."

"Isn't that coaching at best?

Oh well. Rin says.

Taiichi took a sip of water.

"I must have been lucky not to have to kill you"

Tickling, Rin's shoulders shake.

It's not a world where you can keep saying beautiful things all the time. To the extent that I can see that, with Taiji, Rin and knowledge, I also have life experience.

But what do you say in fifteen or six years, an adult would laugh.

"Sooner or later, it could be in your hands."

"There's plenty of potential for that. We're strong."

Draw on dialogue alone and you're self-admiring, but not in a way that makes you proud of yourself.

I'm just under the impression that I made a faint statement of fact.

"I wonder if I should be ready"

"Yesterday, General Smella said it was going to be a showdown."

And Lemia and Mullah talk a lot too.

It's hard to penetrate the belief that "in this world, I don't want to kill people," he said.

Taiichi and Rin that I would like to be if I could. I haven't changed my mind yet.

"Once I kill him, the toothpick's not going to work."

"Well, hey."

Rin's story is extreme, but I know what he's trying to say.

If you no longer hesitate to kill, it is merely a bastard.

No, before that, it's also possible that your heart will be broken until it becomes unrepeatable.

I frequently see reports of murders in Japan, but each time I realize that their mood is outrageous, I see people actually exchanging their lives.

"But I'll always be tough on Mr. Lemia and Mullah to hold him in my arms."

"Right..."

We will come across occasions where that is necessary in the future.

Every time Lemia, and Mullah, leaves it to them to carry the business. That seems a lot irresponsible, and more importantly, it is possible that the two of them are not acting together in that situation.

"Well, you don't have to kill anything you don't have to."

"Yeah."

Think when the time comes. The shelving theory is also a good place, but I don't want to get to the conclusion that I'm accustomed to actively taking people's lives.

Fortunately, should I? Both Taiji and Rin have as much overwhelming combat power as they can disable the hostile. That's fine while we can do it.

Taiichi gave him half a glass of water left, he said.

"Ma, do what you can, and if you still can't, think about it"

"It's uncomfortable to hear the word" to the fullest "from Taiichi"

"Hiya."

Two laughs dissolved in the blue sky and disappeared.

"Oh, yeah."

"What?"

Rin stopped Taiichi from getting up.

"The princess invited me to a tea party. I came here to tell you that."

"The princess? Princess Charlotte?"

Rin nodded to Taiichi, who asked so.

"Sounds like Princess Charlotte's coming too. The organizer is Princess Efthia, though. We have to go dress up in the middle of nowhere."

I don't have that awe-inspiring outfit.

Would it be good to dress as an adventurer? Because even the look with Zilmar was that outfit in the first place.

If we think of ourselves as adventurers, we feel somewhat through the argument that the outfit is an outfit.

"Erm. I don't know how to do that."

"I don't even know."

"What did they call you?

"Taiichi, Mr. Remea, Mullah, I"

"Yeah. What can I do for you?

"A place for interaction," he said, "but to not try to go on the spot about what we're going to talk about."

So is that.

Two people who tilt their necks without being able to read their intentions.

Tea party starts at 14: 00. Less than three hours later.