Magic Gems Gourmet

"... have you grown instead?

Ain, eyeing the sudden information, put a few breaths down and said so.

I look back unexpectedly to Dill, who came to report on the mansion's own room, in the early morning when I had prepared my own change of clothes.

When he placed the crate he had brought to him as he dragged it into Ain's room, he let his breath leak small enough to prepare his breath.

"Yes...... Anything, I thought I called a knight who wanted to go through, and he suddenly gave me these two bottles. When I asked His Royal Highness if he wanted me to give it to him, I heard he was in a good mood."

"El and Al are smart. But I see... so since this morning, there's something like this."

A substitute that can only be described as something like this sits at the entrance to Ain's room.

Perhaps if you threw it in a crate with design or silk, it would have made you uncomfortable to be told that it was a legendary treasure.

Ain, who was busily in control, stopped his hand and approached Dill, who stood at the entrance, closing his mouth less surprised.

"- It's like a treasure sword even as it is... no, I guess Lance"

The whole thing is a gem, a piece of crystal-like lump before it's polished.

If it is clear with light, the stripes float, and by the way, the ether runs.

The length is slightly shorter than Ain's entire body and should catch the eye, for example, if placed at the entrance to the mansion.

"So, El and Al. Which fang is it?

"Looks like I got it from my sister Elle. Instead there were two more splendid fangs."

"Oh well... that's fast..."

Of demons, Ain laughs at the life force of sea dragons.

What a report it was before the sun rose, and it broke my face. One last glance at the two stunning fangs gently closed the lid of the crate.

Is there a compelling sign of magic because, after all, it is Elle who has undergone a demon-modified growth?

"I saw good things before I went back to the King's Capital. We need to talk to everyone about what to do with this when we get home."

"Right. - So, why did you come to the report? Let me move on to that."

"Is that it? Something's still happening, what's wrong?

After this, Ain goes straight to Wang Capital with his leg as it is when he finishes his discipline. We are heading to the Wang Capital before Tiggle because he plans to wait for Tiggle at the Royal Castle as Prince Wang.

I plan to get dressed when I get to the castle.

"As a matter of fact, last night, Lord Marco fought with the Raiders..."

"Follow me."

"Ha. He said you dealt with it alone. But when the enemy fell apart, he said he used the power of his family."

"... Marco's family?

"Skeleton, that's right. I was delighted to be able to help Master Ain and call him in as he had done before. However, it seems that the men in the robe who made Skeleton chase them, unfortunately, let them escape..."

"It's rare for Marco, I can't believe he didn't use his own hands"

Against a surprising master, Dill takes out a crest from his nostalgia.

It's hard to see because of burning and coal, but unfortunately it looks familiar.

"The Old Haim Royal Seal......"

The old one is because there is no longer a Haim royal family, and Tiggle is interested in a new house called Lord Haim.

The crest is also already different from it was at the time, with Tiggle putting up a new crest.

"How did this happen?

"Lord Marco said the three captains were leading the men of Robe. And the three said they excelled in temper, were accustomed to battle, and felt loyalty to their masters when they lost their lives themselves. And that Lord Marco has been around since last night without rest."

"I want you to tell him I was screwed later. But... haha... you've got another troublesome presence involved."

I can imagine without asking for more information.

I knew there would be survivors of the Heim war. That its survival involved the men in the robe and raided here in Strom.

Ein smiles blatantly disgusted. Throw a change of clothes into a larger bag for a few days and hold it on your shoulder with indiscriminate clasp.

"I guess Tiggle has nothing to do with it."

"Isn't that a little too soon to make that decision?

"Yeah, that's not true. Tiggle knows how strong we are. I see more power in this country than any other Heim in governing the Heim Autonomy. Still, I don't think I'm gonna ask for a fight, and I don't personally think that's who I am."

"... Ha"

"Besides, I don't think the guys who attacked us thought about Tiggle, the subject we should respect anymore."

"I'm sorry, how could you come to such a conclusion?

"Maybe it's easy to understand when Dill replaces it with himself"

That's what I said. Ain put his hand on the door.

Already, the Krone accompanying him to the Wang capital must have finished their mission.

"I can't believe you're raiding anywhere... and I don't care where you look."

You're right if you ask me. Dill follows Ain walking forward.

The hallway of the mansion was dim, with early morning darkness and winter cold giving rise to a unique air.

Take it, take it - and the sound of stepping on the carpet.

"You don't know very well, do you? Fans who don't even want to hurt themselves, barons in emerging cities, paleontological laboratories, it's the survival of Heim soldiers mixed up there? Honestly, I'm losing track of enemies."

"… I'm guessing"

"I thought it would be tough if I came to Strom. For example, I thought it would be very troubling to know how to boost it and how to govern it to reflect it. But..."

Ain't stopping.

I looked out the window and looked lovely at the first snow here in Strom, letting him graffiti naively on the breathing whitened windowsill.

"This is what my life is already like, so you're accepting that you can't help it... haha..."

"Oh, yeah... what can I say..."

"You don't have to worry about anything. Even so, I feel like I'm enjoying my life quite a bit."

Ain then erases the graffiti in the palm of his hand.

When there are two or three droplets, they line up and flow to the edge.

Eventually, when you make a strong fist grip, you put your arms down in contrast.

I opened my mouth by breathing the cold air coming through the windowsill.

"So let's put all the enemies together and take them down. I sound like a tyrant when I say this... Look, look! Because I am the king prince and will soon be king, I need to defeat the existence that will be the enemy of Ishtarika...!

Rin should have spoken of something brave, but this shiatsu also seemed Ain.

Sometimes it's just an atmosphere (,,,), although it's a man you can fall in love with. Now it just wasn't.

"I don't have to say anything..."

"... that's okay, nothing. I'm not the kind of guy who looks good in a serious atmosphere."

Since demonization, Ain't of throwing up and throwing away has also been Rin, and the gloss of Olivia's concession.

I never thought it would look good except in person, there was just one side that I wish I knew Ain so far.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

The place and time have changed, and the capital of King Ishtarika - a room in the castle.

"- It's been really splendid"

It was Silvado who squealed with smudge.

The sun rose and I said it just about time for a late breakfast.

The castle hasn't been vibrant in a long time. There has been no shame in recent times, only that the absence of Ain and others lurked the buzz of the past.

In a silver dominated outfit, a pitch-black coat covers one side of the shoulder for the King Prince Ein.

The hair is also carefully put together, unlike usual, with hips, feet, shoes, nowhere to look and fingertips covered with pure white gloves.

Looking back at his words, "That's not true," Ein returns.

"And don't call me stingy because I can shine."

"Say what. My royal crest painted on that coat - no wonder it's worn on my back. Compared to when I came here, Makoto, it's a big, splendid thing."

"... please don't leave early or something, right? If you want to take your time with your wife, I can help you with a lot of work."

"I was wondering if that would be all right at dawn when Strom's reign was safe."

"Give me a break..."

Suppliers who have previously helped Ain to support him leave the room simultaneously.

The two look at it and change their expressions. Standing next to me with my shoulders over, I even changed my voice color.

"Earlier. The rest have decided to dispatch their forces."

"Are you going to the Heim Autonomy?

"No, Birdland...... Rockdam for the rest. Compared to before, these two cities are places where adventurers working in Ishtal have also started to take a leg. Their inner feelings are mostly like those of a free people, but for a knight collapse, nothing is easier to work with than an adventurer's run."

That being said, Silvard retrieves a few documents.

This is an important piece with a gold leaf stamp.

"What makes the existence of the so-called nobility different from that of the civilian population is that it also feeds his consciousness as commander in a biased manner. If it's the Royal Kingsland School, if it's had a lot of experience with a king prince named Ain - it's one"

House of the Duke of Forth. Baron Crim's house. Confirm the approval of both houses.

"We decided to entrust some of the troops to be dispatched. Leonard, Bats. I'll leave the decision on whether these two cross the ocean to Ain. Use it as you please."

An official knight proud of the capital of King Ishtarika.

Spiritual and physical strength that can withstand long expeditions, and, above all, combat.

"This means putting a knight under those two, right?

"Dear Left"

"... I see. Promotions."

Working under Marco, Silvado is getting a report.

To them like that, he asked about the survival of this Heim soldier and thus gave him strength.

"Let them be your hands and feet. If Marco were here, wouldn't he make a bad decision?

"I'm talking about Bats... and I might say I'll cross the ocean myself..."

"Then you can let him go. Approval for that. The rest - no, no one in the castle is forced, but if they want to cross the ocean, not just instruct themselves, but stop them."

I'm not a kid anymore, I felt like that's what they said and I grew up.

Ein then changes the subject, "By the way -".