Magi Craft Meister

Now, on February 18th, a line of frizz that was eating a stop at Terrus was supposed to be able to cross the Torres River on this day.

And it's also the day Rita and I break up.

Cynthia, too, realized that it was her mistake, and after that day, she was kind to Rita, and Gloria showed unexpected goodness of care and took care of her as much as her mother as her sister.

And Fritz was at my pace.

……

There was a sticker on that fritz bedroom door at some point.

"What... 'Rita's ownership is extinguished, she is no longer a slave. I would like to be accompanied by a ceremony if possible'...?

And on the side table by the bed was a magic guide that removed the testimony and collar.

"... when...?

Of course, it is the work of the fifth row (Quinta), Leggles 16 commonly known as' Tiff ', but Fritz has no reason to know that.

"... a national operative...?

And it would be most reasonable to think.

"Hmm, so I guess there's some kind of political intent to take Rita"

Fritz imagined that perhaps exposing the darkness of Celluloa in front of the heads of state.

"Well, fine."

I can't banish you here either. Talk to the great man in the country and he will calm down in a good direction, even with regard to the fate of Rita.

That Rita knew she was going to say goodbye to the Fritz guys as early as this morning, and she had a sinking face.

"Rita."

Show her the testimony like that.

"You are no longer a slave. Freedom. You can go anywhere you want."

With that said, I'm gonna take your collar off, Fritz.

Suddenly I don't know the translation, Rita stiff. Likewise, Gloria and Cynthia are consolidated.

"What do you mean, Lord Fritz?

To Gloria, who finally spoke out, Fritz gave a brief explanation.

"Hmm.... an operative from your country has freed Rita, you mean?... you have good people."

With a little envy, Gloria seemed convinced.

"... so? What do you want Rita to do?

As for Fritz, she didn't really feel comfortable making it an instrument of politics and therefore intended to respect her will.

"Ah... well, I, am... with all of you, I want to go,.... Now, if they throw me out, I don't have anywhere to go..."

Best of all, Rita answered reluctantly. It is the natural answer, and it is consistent with the wishes of the country. Fritz grinned and nodded.

"Okay. Let's go together. Right, my squire, let's just say. Then we'll just have to get some clothes."

Both Gloria and Cynthia are considerably taller than Rita and do not fit the size of their clothes.

"Oh, then let's just say if we had breakfast, we'd hurry up and go buy it. Shea, what time was the ship?

"Yes, Master Gloria. It leaves at 10: 00 a.m."

"Right. That's enough. Lord Fritz, is that all right?

"Oh, that helps. I'll take care of it."

Fritz instructed five 'Goliaths' to walk slowly in the river to the opposite bank. Adjust to go up to the opposite shore at night.

And four who will be people on board.

The boat with one row was a large boarding ship with about twenty people.

Some merchants, some soldiers, and those who looked like junior nobles were on board.

One of them shrugged.

"Well, I didn't know slaves were with me. I can't stop smelling."

Looks like they saw a tattoo on my chest. Rita is perfect when she hears the words.

The squeal looked like a senior soldier in the Kingdom of Celluloa. I mean, it's corporal class.

"Never mind. You're not a slave anymore."

Fritz pounds Rita's shoulder, slapping and comforting.

"Hehe, you seem to despise slaves, but it's foolish not to realize that your country's soil is rotten"

Gloria uttered a deafening soliloquy.

"What!?

"Oh, did you hear that? You have good ears."

"Don't be ridiculous! I guess I told you to hear me!

Fritz broke in there.

"Lord Gloria, don't. … it is advisable to stop because you are also on the ship"

"Ugh...... ok"

"Hmm."

Gloria pulled in reluctantly, and the soldier turned to her like a snotty nose.

After that, nothing happened, and two hours later, the ship arrived on the opposite shore.

"Ah, you finally made it"

Freed from the narrow ship, Fritz stretched his back.

"Hey, you guys."

"Hmm?"

If Fritz looked back, there stood a senior soldier complaining about Rita on the boat earlier, some surrounded by about five.

"What can I do for you?

"I can't stand the fact that slavery is at the heart of our country. Get out of here early."

By 'centre' we mean the triangle between the Torres and Asur rivers, that is, the land of the former Kingdom of Celluloa.

"Unfortunately, I'm staying at the Ritz today."

"What?

"Besides, I'll be in Dali while there's a memorial service. In the first place, we will not take orders from you."

Fritz to describe pale and a senior soldier showing anger.

"You... who do you think I am!

"I don't know. It's the first time we've met."

Rita and Cynthia were far away while Fritz was dealing with them. Gloria is standing by and staring at what's happening.

"I belong to the local lord Marquis Urau..."

"Oh, I don't want to hear how my boss talks about this. That's what I call a rat on the back of a dragon.

It is synonymous with what Japan calls a 'fox borrowing the authority of a tiger'.

"Ki, you! You insult me!

"It's up to you to take it as an insult or just an explanation."

"Ku......!

The moment the senior soldier tried to put his hand on the short sword of his hips.

"That's it."

A voice was called.

Seen, he is a junior nobleman who was on the same boat. A little older than Fritz? Blonde blue eye, quite sturdy. There are two sides that seem strong, Fu (or Shizu) on the left and right.

"Oh, my God! Stay out of my way!

But its beauty remains tough on its face.

"I didn't know Marquis Urau had such a subordination..."

"Hey, what?

I seem to have learned a little creepy about a windy opponent who knows his boss, the Marquis Urlau.

"You should step back now. This is His Royal Highness Prince César Valore."

One of the neighbors told the facts of the shock in a quiet voice.

"To?"

A senior soldier with a dumb voice.

"Wang... too... son?

I lost blood from the face of a senior soldier.

"Come on, Kirk, it won't be easy."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Your Highness"

"Also, sorry!

Kneel (kneeling) senior soldiers and their surroundings.

"Oh, that's enough. I remember your boss's name. Go away now."

"Yes..."

Where was the momentum just now, Prince Wang, who dropped off a senior soldier who was dripping and leaving awesomely, headed to Fritz and bowed his head gently.

"I apologize for the disrespectful work of soldiers in our country"