Magi Craft Meister

The next day, that is, June 24th. Jen said no to Her Majesty the Emperor, and headed to Echi, where Elsa's home was.

In doing so,

"I want to change that story a little bit. Even so, I'm only going to revoke the title of Magi Engineer Maestro."

I was told. Because it is not necessary for Jen, who has already received the title of Magic-Craft Jazz, Magic Engineer.

"Think about the secretary, okay?

Those of you were pushed in precaution, but in Jen, the approximate reply was being decided.

And he hath not spoken of it yet, and Jen departed from Kojju. The airship pulled out the helium and deposited it with Koju.

Jen, Elsa, Meine, Reinhardt, and Berche. Reiko, Edgar, Noir, Neon.

Reinhardt's outer ship Scarlet Trail was crossing Lake Tosmo with critical personnel on board.

"I'm not going to Banne this time. I'm going directly to Exhibit."

"Please."

Reinhardt was explained why he was going to Exhibit this time.

It is Saki who is a member of the 'Family' and is not here right now. Reinhardt knew why.

"Saki went home with the Marquis yesterday."

"Well, well, good thing... what the hell"

A boat trip while having such a conversation, about an hour. The line approached the opposite town of Echi.

"Yeah, that's pretty busy"

It wasn't as busy as Banne, where Reinhardt's parents are, but it was just along the street.

Upon entering the harbor, the admin's ship approached. Typical checks on scheduled flights and non-resident vessels.

"Then please get to East 3."

I was given the number of the pier. As directed, the Scarlet Trail is grounded.

"Hmm, in the case of this ship, it would seem more convenient to get off from the tip or the tip because there is an outer ring..."

Reinhardt shrugged as he landed with a hand to his beloved wife Berche. Indeed, on the outer ship, the water wheels on both sides get in the way.

Seems like Reinhardt is the one who's thinking about improvements at times like this.

"Master, I've been waiting for you"

Steward's voice. The day before yesterday, only the carriage was allowed to advance.

"Good luck. Come on, let's go"

Jen's carriage carries eight passengers, except for Steward, who is your man. There's more than one, but you just have to cross it, Golem Horse.

So as a result of the consultation, a noir who knew Elsa's home was to ride a golem horse.

The appearance of the Black Knight (Schwartzlitter) Noir crossing the Golem Horse was overwhelming.

"Oh, hey, look..."

"Hey, that's awesome."

Those who go on the road whisper in a whisper.

Viscount Georg Randall's residence was in the town of Echi, off the north.

"You're not at the center."

"Yeah, it's in the middle of town. It's the town manager's office."

When Jen shared his thoughts, Reinhardt explained. Even when it comes to lords, they do not directly govern.

The Viscount is a soldier in the first place, so he stands as a mayor of the town.

Jen's carriage arrives at the Viscount's residence about twenty minutes from the port. It is about two times smaller than Reinhardt's home, but it is a well resembled architectural hall.

There is a large vestibule, surrounded by trees.

"... I miss you"

Elsa stared at the house for a while, not much of a nostalgia. Meine is silent.

I know how that feels, so Jen and Reinhardt leave it to Elsa's liking while she keeps the carriage and gets it back to the Viscount House.

And what came out to welcome the line was a young man in a mood to stop. He has light red hair and watery eyes that are very similar to Elsa's.

"Reinhardt, long time no see. And that's Sir Gin Nido, isn't it? My name is Maurice Randall von Amber. Nice to meet you."

He was Elsa's brother and Georg's eldest son, Mauritz.

"Mauritz, brother, sama..."

Elsa, who returned to me to her brother's voice, stopped on her way, hesitating, although she tried to rush over.

"Oh, Elsa! Welcome home! You look good!

Mauritz spread his hand and did the trick of waiting for Elsa. Elsa hesitated, but took a step, another step and a step,

"... brother, sama. … just, ma"

I stood in front of Mauritz and uttered words of return. Mauritz takes such Elsa's hand and welcomes her sister.

"I've come home a lot. Sounds like a lot's happened, doesn't it? Well, come in. Congratulations on your late marriage, Reinhardt, Mr. Berche"

"Thank you. Um, how's the Viscount doing?

"Well, stand up and talk. Why don't you just go inside. Last but not least, Meine, welcome home."

"... thank you"

That's why the line went into the Viscount's mansion and was passed through a wide reception room.

"... Mother, what?

Elsa asked, looking around for a moment. This' mother 'is naturally not about Meine, but about the Viscountess, Marlaine Randall von Nefra.

"Oh, my mother is going to a villa on the shores of Lake Wass for her sanatorium"

Marlene was slightly weak and after giving birth to frizz, the healer had told her that it was impossible to have any more children.

It is also true that Viscount Georg Randall took at hand Elsa, whom Meine had given birth to.... in the name of marriage, to pawn.

"... yes"

Elsa a little disappointed. Even if the blood was not connected, he wanted to meet his tender-bred mother.

"Well, I've got a lot to ask, and I know you've got a story to talk about, but you'd better clean up from the top priority first, right?

Looking like a cutter, Mauritz got to the point without pinching any extra stories.

"I have heard the purpose of this visit from the first person. Are you sure about my father Georg's visit and diagnosis, and Marcus?

"Yes."

Jen answered on behalf of the same.

"Well, I don't need any reluctance for my daughter to see her father... Elsa, you're gonna let me hear a lot later, right?

"Yes, brother."

Mauritz seems to be pushing Elsa to kill herself for all the questions she wants to ask. He is still intelligent, unlike his second son Fritz. For that matter, your body seems weak.

"Last time... I immediately realized when I fell last year, this time I'm still unconscious..."

Georg invited a line into his sleeping room, Mauritz uttered words with a sunken face.

"Father..."

"Sir..."

Seeing Georg lying in the so-called vegetative state, Elsa and Meine lost their words.

"Elsa, diagnose and see."

If I hadn't seen Jen hang up his words, I might still have done so all the time.

"Yeah, okay. …" Diagnosis ""

Seeing Elsa use advanced healing magic, Mauritz peeled her eyes off for a moment, but kept an eye on her without saying anything.

"…" Diagnosis ""

It was Elsa who had been re-hanging several check-ups (diagnoses) and examining them, but at the end of the day he put his hands on Georg's forehead,

"'Fully healed'"

I cast the finest healing magic. Exactly. Mauritz seems surprised by that, too.

"E, Elsa! When!"

And he couldn't help but ask.

"... So, what do you say?

More than that, Jen wanted to know the results of the examination quickly because she was concerned about Elsa's expression.

"... here is my father's mass of blood. That's what's compressing the brain, it seems."

Elsa pointed and showed her forehead.

"Yeah, the frontal lobe... uh, I don't know what it is"

Though Jen, I don't know anything. I tried to remember what role the frontal lobes of my brain played, but my memory was vague.

"But I'm pretty sure it's not in good shape for the brain anyway."

"Yeah. So, I tried using full healing, but it didn't really work"

Such, Mauritz, who was listening to Jen and Elsa's conversation, unfortunately spins words.

"I'm confident I've learned a lot of different fields, but I can't keep up with the conversation between the two of you. But my father is no longer fully healed..."

"No, it's not"

Jen said to block Mauritz, who is discouraged.

"Elsa, full healing is an internal medicine department, right?

"... yeah, you're right if you say so"

"What can surgical healing magic do?

"... Fully Fast (Ferrigenese)... I don't know if I can use it, but I'll try it"

Full speed (ferrigenese) is the finest healing magic of the surgical system.

"Healing power, heal him, 'Full speed (ferry genese)' …"

Moments, indeed, the magic was activated. But just as Elsa had mastered full healing before, Elsa ran out of power and fell.