Let's Manage The Tower

In an alley several blocks from the main street, the person lurked in the shadow of the building to hide.

About an hour ago, the sun was completely sunken and the area was surrounded by darkness at night.

"Oh, my God, you did it. I didn't know they were infiltrating this far."

The murmuring was a man's word, but there was no one around and no one to pick up the sound.

Of course, it's because we're making sure there's no man here that we're talking.

I don't have anybody to listen to, but I'm trying to make a sound because I need to be calm and think.

"... it's only a matter of time before we get out of here. Now, what do we do?"

The man was under pressure to make a decision.

Hiding in such a place at such a time is to hide from a certain group.

If you get caught by the group, no one will be able to deliver information about the group.

As a man, that's all I want to avoid.

Nevertheless, men have only moderate combat abilities within the group to which they belong.

Not at all, but I didn't think I could get away from the group I was chasing while fighting.

After an objective analysis of his combat abilities, the man finally decided to use the last resort.

"... I didn't want to use it if I could, but, well, I can't help it. It's not such a luxurious situation... I knew it was too soon. Let's get out of here."

As I was murmuring and checking the situation around me, there were more and more footsteps to make sure I looked for myself.

The man who searched for the pocket took out a piece of paper the size of his palm and cast a bump and a spell.

When the man finished casting the spell, the man who was supposed to have been there disappeared completely, leaving only the darkness of the night.

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The man was intense in his report.

"What are you doing with that number of people moving around! Stupid!"

That's how I kicked the desk in front of me.

A fairly heavy desk, though wooden, rises only slightly with a man's kick.

When he kicked and when his desk was hit on the floor, a fairly loud noise was heard, and the three reporters who were in front of the man trembled.

Instead of floating if they were ordinary people, the three had cold sweats in their hearts against a man who kicked the wooden desk flat and could not even kick it properly.

"No, I'm sorry. However, the opponent seemed to have used concealed magic at the end, and there was no such thing as a handjob here."

"... what?

The intense man looked interested in the report.

The magic of concealment is known to many of its muscles, but none of them have a user.

The reason is simple, and despite the time it takes to remember, it has a reputation for being inefficient because it doesn't have a big effect.

It was common sense in the industry that people who took the trouble to learn such magic were in jobs where there were many opportunities to hide themselves.

Have you heard anything about him using magic?

"Yes, no. When I was checked before, it wasn't a big deal if I could use it."

"I checked with you, but I thought you might have used magic tools or something."

Provides information that appears to be of interest to a man seeking to distract him from his anger.

"... I see."

The man started thinking with his arms closed.

In the first place, there are few people who can use the magic of concealment for the reasons mentioned earlier.

Therefore, when the magic is used as magic equipment, the number is even smaller.

As a result, despite the demand, there are fewer products on the market and inevitably higher prices.

Simply put, a middle-class adventurer can't afford it first.

The magic equipment of that hand is rarely made, so it is not so difficult to narrow down the source.

Even if you don't use the product in circulation, you can narrow it down.

These are the magical objects that hide the magic team.

"... hey. You're looking for the source, aren't you?

"Of course. We haven't had any results yet, but it shouldn't take long."

"Hmm... okay. I will take great care of this failure.... I won't forgive you next time.

The three nodded back to the last man to stab the nail.

The three men, who felt that the man should leave the room in the words, left the place to flee.

The man who had dropped him off moved to his desk after a while.

I opened the drawer on the desk and took out some magic equipment.

As soon as the viewer sees it, he will realize that it is a communication tool.

The man manipulated the magic equipment and started communicating.

"I'm sorry I'm busy."

The man started talking with a completely different attitude.

"... yeah. Of course... yes! Yes!"

Since there was no one in the room but a man, no one heard the conversation using the communication equipment.

And that conversation went on for a while.

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The man who escaped safely from the siege grid reached another village a few days later, from where he headed to the capital of the Kingdom of Smit.

I am already sending the information I received the other day through a member of my organization.

It will be up to the organization to decide what to do in future.

A man with only one end will be waiting to join the organization and be assigned a future assignment.

That's why I'm aiming for the capital, but I didn't even think about the shards when men get caught up in events like the collapse of their common sense in the arrival capital.

Meanwhile, in the organization that received the man's report, a countermeasure meeting was held.

"Okay, everybody. There's nothing else you've gathered for me about the case."

When the oldest man among the delegates cut out that way, the room that had been noisy until then calmed down.

The elderly man who confirmed it continued to speak.

"I don't think they need to talk, but they're spreading their power quite aggressively and getting close to the edge. There's only one countermeasure we can take now, whether we meet or intercept."

A part of the man who cut off his mouth shouted.

Some people say, "Is there anything else?"

"... if you have other hands, I'd love to hear your opinion. It's only now that you can calm down and argue, so just say what you can think of."

After the words, various opinions pop up from each side, and the opinions are further contested, and various measures are verified at various angles.

But what everyone who spoke felt was that all opinions were short and long and could not be decided so easily.

The people gathering here are gathering information about their subordinates who are flying to various places.

Depending on where I was in charge, there was no choice but to open the information and have a temperature difference.

However, it is common that no person in charge should have a single line of rope.

The elderly man, who was listening to the opinions flying on the spot, sighed and said that it had become difficult inside.

When this issue arose, I secretly thought it would determine the fate of the family in the future, but the concern was well met.

Those gathered were seriously debating whether they already knew about it.

It's not a matter of immediate policy decisions, but I don't have time to spend a long time.

In the end, the discussion at this time took a long time to scrutinize, and the judgment was left to another place.