Magi Craft Meister

41-37 Exchange of information

Jen will meet with Eira after lunch. Kathea hasn't been called, so she's going to clean up fine by herself.

The place, Jen insisted, called to his room.

"It's a room for nothing."

"Because I just moved in today. So, what is it"

Eira grinned.

"Hehe, I'm interested in your knowledge. Not only today, but from now on, thank you."

"Well, I'm a neighbor, and I live in the same research building...... buddy? A colleague?"

Then Eira laughed, fu, and a little ridiculous.

"A colleague, huh? Sounds good though. You haven't noticed?

"What?

"The reality of this country."

An unexpected line came out of Eira.

(The line now was whispering, so it wouldn't have been bugged...)

Jen hurries through his head to think.

"... yes, I wanted to talk to Ayla, a senior here."

"Yeah? What?

"Uh, it's about bedding, can you come for a second?

"Bedding? Doesn't matter? As long as you can sleep."

That being said, Jen moved to the bedroom, and Eira had no choice but to take a seat and follow.

Jen sat in bed and recommended to Eira a chair that was carrying only one leg.

"Hmm, what are you thinking about inviting me into the bedroom"

Eira mouths such lines without lighting.

"I have no other intention. Somehow, I just thought it would be better not to pee if we were to talk about the criticism of the country."

There are no windows in the bedroom. Close the door and it will be a secret room. With Hope as a gatekeeper again, we can respond as soon as someone visits us.

When Jen says so,

"Hmm, aren't you a brain weather research idiot"

and Eira.

"I don't know for myself, but I don't want to be used conveniently."

Hearing Jen's words, Eira finally laughs at him.

"Well, you seem to have something thin in mind. What is your identity?

"I..."

After a little hesitation, Jen decides to leave the same explanation as before.

"... yeah, 'Metastatic accident' hey. Interesting. The accident is causing confusion in my memory. It's impossible, I can't tell you enough."

Eira believes half Jen's story and seems half suspicious.

"Fair enough. As far as I'm concerned, let me hear your knowledge, so..."

"As far as I'm concerned. I'd like to know more about this country."

"That's a barter. Sort of. Let me tell you something first."

From there, Eira spoke with a whisper.

This room is not perfect for what it means to be bugged, and Jen doesn't bother trusting Eira enough to teach her the existence of a bug, so keep listening.

"This country...... the Principality of Mercana tends to be considered authoritarian by the King, but it is not"

"What? What do you mean?

"It's Congress that actually has power."

"Congress?"

"Parliament consists of ten 'senators'. Each of them is the head of the economy, the magic, the army."

"Ha ha..."

"The King is a decoration. … but it is here in Lofon, Paelova Sondvik, who does not make it good"

Jen was surprised. to its content, not to the knowledge of Eira, who knows it, is

"Paellova becomes the cousin of the Duke. You're older than the king. So it is no surprise that one day I will have the ambition to replace the Duke. The King doesn't have a queen, let alone a successor."

……

It's like I want to hear it as Jen. It's like it's not.

I don't like those political stories, but I also think you should know now that you're already involved.

"Well, that's why you want an excellent handkerchief"

"You think that's the enclosure?

"That's what I'm talking about. The Wizard is controlled by the state? I think I'm in charge. Well, since you're in the position of being a local administrator, I'm sure you can't go wrong."

…………

As for Jen, I had no idea what to do with the information I heard.

Eira laughs with her nose as she sees through such an inner part.

"Hmm, you don't know what to do, you know, that kind of face. Well, believe it or not, you're on your own."

And Ella sat back down.

"Well, now I'll have you talk"

Jen didn't know what Eira wanted to know.

"Well... why don't you ask me a question and I'll answer it?

And I'll suggest it.

This looks like Eira liked it.

"Yeah, that's not bad. So... three, let me ask you a question. First of all, the first question.... Does the word" Magic Engineer "sound familiar to you yesterday?

"... I feel like I have"

With a little vigilance, Jen returns an unusual answer.

"Well, then how much do you know about 'engineering magic'?

"One street is"

"If that's true, it's more than a master."

Jen was interested in a person named Eira's master.

"The master..."

Jen, who was about to say,

"It's still my turn to ask questions."

truncated in a word with

"Third. Do you know the name 'Akitsu'?

……

I came here and came out with more contact with the former Ars. but Jen now, sometime, was cautious.

"That too... I feel like I've heard of it. Was it the name of the country?

"Yeah, I don't know if I'm in love, or if I really don't remember, but okay. Then why don't we ask questions alternately after this?"

"Nice.... Bye. Let me ask you something about a man named Ayla's master."

"Oh, master.... You said you were from a country called 'Mitsuho' and learned for two years in a school on an island called 'Avalon'.... this is what we're talking about, right? I want to hear it."

"Yes."

Jen was impressed with Eira's guesswork because she didn't want to hear her name, appearance, or age.

"Then now it's my question. Looks like you made a golem, but can you make Automatic Dolls?

"You can make it, for once"

"For once, hey. I don't know what level you're talking about, so let's just leave it at that."

It is Jen's turn next.

"Uh, where did Mr. Eira learn that from her master?

"Hmm, don't ask me funny things. Let me just say that it's not this country, it's across the ocean."

"I see."

"Then it's me next. What's your master like? You're not gonna tell me you're self-taught, are you?

"Of course.... my teacher... yes, he was the best magician in the world."

"Hehe, you're proud of your master.... 'Was'? Hey, I'm already..."

"Oh, now I'm gone"

"Did you? Sorry about that. Then ask me something."

Thus, Jen and Eira exchanged information in the form of questions.