Magic Gems Gourmet

About a month to go back.

After you finish your breakfast, take your time.

"- Heh."

and Ein leaks his admirable voice on his own balcony.

It is the newspaper that is at his disposal with his hips down to the chair. It was written there that a new technology was created in the magical city of Ist.

"Research results for interracial..."

Speaking of interracial, it has the same demonic stones as demons.

Anyway, unlike demons, it's normal that you can't eat other people's demonic stones. So you cannot gain vitality or magic from the demonic stones of others in the same way as demons, nor do you evolve.

There is also the effect of temper.

To put it, interracial is a human being who has only housed demonic stones and nuclei in his body. There are differences in appearance, but in Ishtarika it was just as common as differences in skin color.

- Well, the good news for that interracial is this technology.

Ein is not very bright about the field of medicine.

In addition to being a professional field, I could not afford to encourage such studies. That is why I did not understand many of the words written in the newspaper......

This is what happens when you put it together.

"Establishing Artificial Magic Transplantation Into the Inside of the Demon Stone"

Nothing to summarize, the title said this.

There are several effects you can target.

In addition to rejuvenation, certain physical improvements. Besides, dealing with heretoforeign-specific diseases that could not previously be treated, etc.

I didn't know the finer action or technique as usual, but it would be a good research result if I only heard the results.

(You remind me of a bad story)

It was an experiment to create an artificial demon king that forcefully used that technology without considering its effects on the human body.

Then - accidentally.

From behind, arms not my own were turned in front of my chest.

Bullshit.

A soft, febrile feeling, pressed against the nose by the voice. After the bright redhead covered the newspaper only for a moment, it did not defy gravity and drooped into Ain's body sitting in a chair.

"Anyway, it just purified the magic removed from the stone as if it were filtering water."

(- - I think the same thing said)

"If you want to make demons, you can't be okay with interracial beings who don't have to know and who don't accept magic other than themselves. Unless it's someone special."

Some questions come to mind.

From among them, Ain dares to ask a different question than about the newspaper.

For now, don't touch this sense of distance.

"I've suddenly come out of nowhere these days, but how come it's always like a secret meeting"

"It's up to you because I'm not trying to see anyone but you. Don't worry, I'm coming out on my own."

When I hear back, Ein says, "... Rikai," succinctly.

Shannon looks at the paper over Ain's back, sometimes boring, sometimes laughing.

A cool morning breeze strokes their cheeks.

I just woke up. Come on sunshine. There are no words, just slightly ringing wind cuts.

"If this is true"

and Ain opens his mouth without any concern.

"You mean amazing technology."

"If it's not flawed."

"I'm not guided in this area either..."

One thing I noticed was that there was a statement of interest.

Repeat the blink several times before reading it to eat in.

"The home of the investor is north of Birdland. Isn't that Ishtarika?"

The representative seems to be a merchant, but the name of the organization is a sign of the Chamber of Commerce and others.

- It's also called [Golden Route]

I can't even guess where the name came from, but I guess I'm proud of the funds that are shameless about the name. Rather than the many chambers of commerce that exist in Ishtarika, it is proof of this that this organization is the lead investor.

"I might be concerned"

"Then why don't you go?

"No, no, no, no, no. What are you gonna do when you get there?"

"This overlaps with the selection of the Head of State. It's decided whether the lead investor is a collaborator of a particular candidate, or whether he's trying to be a candidate."

Dark says, "You had an invitation you received last year."

"... oh. Does that mean there's a revelation or some kind of party?"

At last, he said it was part of the vote collection.

That's part of recruiting supporters to feed on topicality.

"Well, you haven't decided what you're gonna do where you're going after all."

"You just have to ask. Can you really do that?"

Here, Ain turned around and looked at Shannon. He was close enough to feel exhaled because of his posture, but he has no hue or anything.

Because Ain's cheek was caught.

"Hey, what a face!

There was a fever that would have taken his lips if the situation were, but now, more than that, it makes his lips pointy in a different way on his face.

"You've decided you can do it. To someone charged with a crime:" Did you do it? ♪ It's just as stupid as asking ♪

"I know it's me, too. Whoa! That you shouldn't use me (,) instead!

"Rejected."

"... why don't you tell me why?

"Because it's dangerous. If you use that power on a normal person, if you do poorly, it breaks your spirit."

That is particularly remarkable now.

The current situation, which can be said to have increased and used its power and evolved before.

As Ein, I don't know how much influence I have, and I don't know if I can help. Most importantly, there is no relationship because the results do not change as a result of the reduction.

"I only borrowed it once when I was in Strom, but things weren't the same then"

And I have one more thing to say.

smiling bitterly and scratching my cheeks.

"Later. Not me. My power, I think."

"It's the same thing for both."

It was useless to say anything to her openly reopened.

Then the sound of a knock reached the two ears. Shannon, who heard that, finally left "see you" and disappeared like an illusion.

Ein, one or the other remaining, saw the visitor dill and exchanged words as usual.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Clerks are more common these days than before, beside my grandfather Silvado. Even more, I feel the day is approaching to reign.

Ain thought of it as he walked down the crossing to the hall, feeding his English into the afternoon.

"Nyahahaha! That's a graff!

There is only one person who speaks like that.

Past the crossing corridor and bowl together with two people who know each other well where they plugged into the hall.

"Oh, Ain't it?"

"Your Highness, you're in a good mood."

Graf bows his head after Katima's words.

He is now of the Ishtarika aristocracy, but in fact there is no great difference from before. The announcement of the engagement of my granddaughter and Ain will have a greater impact.

At his and Katima's feet like that, one large crate was placed.

"Is Mr. Graff at work?

"Yep. Some of what Master Katima used to use. Is Your Highness resting?

"That sort of thing.... Oh, yeah, I need to ask you something."

I remember talking to Shannon in the morning.

"If you can respond to me, what can I do?"

"It helps. Actually -"

While omitting what was written in the newspaper, Katima also spoke with him. Fortunately, they both knew about the article and were able to share their consciousness without going into details.

"Hmm..."

Graf's expression is slightly stiff.

I agreed with Ein's words once, but I can see he's struggling with his choice of words.

The shadow of a bird flying out the window crossed beside the three for a moment.

"Your Highness is concerned about the Lord of the Golden Route."

"Alliance lord?"

"I apologize for this. The Golden Route is not just a chamber of commerce, it has a special aspect."

Apparently, Katima didn't even know, so she rocks her beard with interest.

"In a nutshell, it's power. We employ a number of leading adventurers and hold many ships that can withstand long journeys. We have also been asked to crusade demons that do not pass our guild, and we have a side as a mercenary corps"

"Ho ho, I'm doing it wide."

"Yes, and so do the rest of the isto's funding for researchers, but after the Heim war, we have also invested in reconstruction, so much so that there are regions where no existence can be built without them"

"Is it surprising that the Alliance Master is a personable man?

"Personable… I guess, depending on the recipient"

Ain and Katima narrowed their eyes to words that contained.

Even if you don't encourage me to continue, a graph that draws my will is potpourring.

"The Allied Lord's name is Bayolf Harden. Around forty men in his years, he was a man full of business talent, resembling his own mother. We should be commended for investing in reconstruction. But Noon doesn't like him."

"Mr. Graff is familiar with you."

"There is. Non used to study in Birdland. At that time, there was a past that I asked Bayolf's mother to teach, and at that time,"

"- I'm sorry, can you tell me about that master first?

I'm sorry I pinched the conversation, but there's no way I'm not interested in the term Graf's master.

"We admit Graf's arm, too. It bothers me when I hear about the master."

"Then overstep."

He coughs to correct his residence.

Then Graf immersed himself in his grief and gently loosened his cheeks.

"After five years of learning a lot under my mentor. Eventually, as the land transport champion of the great country Heim, as the chairman of one of Birdland's leading chambers of commerce, Noona has had a past where he exchanged gold blades several times."

But.

"Master Noon is the only one who didn't win. Whatever you do, it's a bitter memory of being hit first."

"Well, Mr. Graff was there, so Heim..."

"That's right. Heim won land transport to the main battlefield with the power of Non. - But this is after my teacher lost his leg. This is why I don't like Bayolf."

The hegemony, old but not lurking the ringing, was mixed with obvious anger.

There is also power in the voice, and the power as a great nobleman of war.

"Bayolf betrayed his teacher and held in his hand the Chamber of Commerce that his teacher had. At the time, he took over his ambitious men."

Hearing that, Katima put her arms together with complex emotions.

I wanted to say something.

"Master Katima must know that there's no choice."

"Mm-hmm... sorry to hear that, but if you're in a position like that, it's your own fault for getting your foot slapped."

"I agree with Non. But I don't like his means. He shook his master's conscience and took the seat of his head by what should be called despicable means."

"... hmmm"

The feeling of asking for means is not in the minds of the two of us.

For surely those who speak do not feel well, and that is what they thought at this time, if they do not make a great deal of sense where they were known.

"Mr. Graff after you replaced him?

"Yeah, Non has never lost to Bayolf. That said, he's growing up a lot nowadays. Even from Non's point of view, he seems to be experiencing eye-catching growth. It's only recently that the name" Golden Route. "

Then I looked at the clock, Graf.

"Oops, it's time to free up"

"Nyah! I'm sorry I held you back!

"I don't mind, it's been a long time since I've been able to talk to my teacher."

"I want to hear it one last time. What's that teacher doing now?

"I hear you're hiding. - Then."

Finally, he bows his head deeply and finally hurries away with his feet.

Though he thought he could hear an interesting story inside, Ain looks back at the new question and turns to the wasting cat next door (Katima).

"What about the research results that were in the newspapers?

"Theoretically, it's impossible. It's hard to explain, but it might be similar to when you have fish."

"I don't know."

"Well, listen. Fish often die lightly when the water they inhabit changes. That's why enthusiasts get used to mixing water in little by little. It's a similar way to clean the magic inside the Stone."

"You mean you shouldn't care about technical stories"

"If you can read and fish for dozens of thick reference books, I'll tell you more."

……

"Shizuku, as Ein also knows, if you use it in the wrong way, it's the same as the artificial demon king experiment.... so even if I were you, I'd like a little more information... oh man."

I shrug my shoulders at the end and then brace the strings around the crate.

As I carry it myself without leaving it to the servants, it seems that what is contained is quite important. He doesn't even let people get too close to the lab, Katima seems.

One, Ain, looks up at the sunlight over the glass that spreads over the hall.

He closed his eyes and became strongly aware of his interest.