Magic Gems Gourmet

With an idyllic view to Madame's mansion. There were no demons or opposition parties, and occasionally, to the extent that they exchanged meetings with strangers and merchants.

Security is said to be exceptionally better around here than before the Heim war.

Arms should be admitted.

Because good security around us is the effect of the golden route.

"Look, look, that's how they take the market. If I were you, I would neglect you anyway."

And the classes taking place right next door are exciting.

Ein looks sideways at the misspoken Graf's bitter laughter before looking around.

The mansion is a cozy house and doesn't even look like a larger private house. Still, the garden I'm in is well maintained enough for Ein to roar, and the conditioning products that can be seen by the way are good.

The tea prepared was also such that Ein, accustomed to Martha's tea, honestly admired it.

"Non is also growing. What do you think, Madam, if they attack around here..."

"How many times do you think I've taught you that's the tide, this kid? How dare you - you seem to have won greatly, but I just have to throw away the area in question at that point. Considering that, oh well! Conveniently turning funds over to this area...... alas? It's convenient to use the talent you've grown."

"Gu......"

"You're losing when they take away the market once. If you don't have universal demand, cut it off."

Interpretation is a hypothetical story, and it can be called an airborne theory on a desk.

But the imaginary commercial battle that they fought was in an area Ain't Understanding and was realistic enough for that Graf to honestly admit to losing.

He distorts his cheeks with regret, arms together and looks up into the sky.

The look on Madame's face seeing him like that is like a mother. Motherhood.

He spoke from above to his gaze to mock, but he caught a glimpse of trust in it, and unexpectedly he became a warm man.

- It's weird.

And the unintentionally leaked Ein solitaire.

"What did His Royal Highness care about?"

"I'm sorry, it's nothing."

It's nothing. I couldn't help wondering.

(Bayolf took away the Chamber of Commerce... I wonder if this is true)

As a big premise, unless Graf is inferior to Bayolf right now.

But it doesn't seem that easy, which means that questions arise about the fact that Madame, the owner of a better business talent than Graf, was kicked out of the Chamber of Commerce.

I was wondering if someone like her really lost.

But I can't speak lightly.

Because it's too lame, and it's going to make you sick.

But.

"Lies."

Madam pursued it.

"You can take whatever you want because this is advice. You don't pay more attention to someone than you have to when you lie. Everywhere, in nature, you just have to turn your back on time and in some cases, and put your hands on the glass."

If you are close, you will soon find out Ain's lies.

Compared to usual, his voice color enclosed tenderness that touched the other person. I don't even think I'd care about them if this were all, but Madame was uncomfortable with it and pointed out the lie.

"If it's anything other than age and candy recipes, I'll give you an answer, so tell me and take a look."

"But"

"When I got here, I was able to predict some things, too. You're sweeter than I heard, His Royal Highness Prince Wang."

If it's been nursed so far - says Ain hardening his feelings about asking.

"Is it true that you left the Chamber of Commerce so that Bayolf would kick you out?

Graf also listens to that more than ever.

His eyes were polished by seriousness and he swallowed his saliva.

"It's true. Even I have a lot to do."

Said there was as much to make a mistake if he lived, shrugged his shoulders and then carried a cup of tea to his mouth.

Though it is a word to believe.

Ein recalled the words Madame had spoken earlier.

(I see, is this Madame's habit of lying)

cups, not glasses, but carry cups to the answer mouth with natural voice color.

... she was too natural.

"You better be careful, don't let your feet shrink."

"Are you saying we are?"

"Yeah, right. Your friend Prince Wang... there was a famous researcher named..."

"Loran......?

"That's it. That kid was solicited by his stupid son, too."

"Huh!?

"He wrote to his lab once and gave him a letter and a gift directly to his house because he didn't even respond. It was over a year ago."

First ear.

But the certainty is that Warren probably knows this story. Maybe so is Silvard, but he's got to be sure he's getting the right response.

Madam says to the evidence.

"Let's get back to you in touch a second time, but he said he refused briefly. She was sent back as she had sent it without a trace of her hand on the gift."

"That's good"

"Why not, His Royal Highness Prince Wang, or your love for Ishtarika? After that, there are studies that can only be done in Ishtarika..."

Ain't fixed nothing, ain't answered.

I'm just smiling.

"I think it's all there."

I'm sure this is the right thing to do, and whoever it is, it won't be easy to solicit him.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

About the same time.

Change of place, Ishtarika.

Near Wang Du, deep in the mountains, a royal direct jurisdiction located on the way to the magical city of Ist.

The center of a very common mountain range from around. But if we get close by the road, the story will change. Its centre was already dug deep by demonic props, and there was a large hole that passed deep underground.

Yesterday, the labor involved in tidying up the ground is even easier than it was years ago. This is due to numerous technological innovations, such as the strengthening of furnaces and the development of new materials.

The mountain ranges are surrounded by a strict defensive system that allows no outsiders to enter.

The research, construction facilities built in its great holes were important facilities that even Ishtarika had limited knowledge of.

One werewolf standing in front of the lowest, three-dimensionally arranged building.

He looked up and nodded with a satisfied look at the way the parts floated in the universe.

".................. heck"

He rarely sneezed (,,,) and scratched his nose tip.

Speaking of which, I haven't been working lately and I may have gotten sick. It was only just now that we met when it was good for the holidays.

Whatever, he opens his mouth looking at the parts that are the reason.

"Black Dragon material, really."

The cost of that part is immeasurable. Although research has sometimes been exchanged and budgets have been allocated, the value of the material itself, and the price of the material needed to create it, had already reached astronomical figures.

- That's the furnace.

It is a furnace that supports a giant battleship that plans to go further than White Knight Castle, which stands in the Wang capital, sending power to the entire battleship.

The exterior looks like a giant gem.

Numerous tubes stretch from giant pitch-black diamonds and occasionally repeat irregular pulsations.

It is no exaggeration to say that the amount of magic already filled is beyond people's knowledge.

With just one of those chunks, it's just a substitute for being able to move a royal dedicated ship without replenishment for hundreds of years.

"Loran - No, should I have called you chief"

"Le, Professor Luke. Huh! That's why it's abhorrent to be called by a professor... yes, if you call me chief, then even I call the professor chief!

"Don't say that. I'm not used to being called director either."

"Then why don't you just do what you've always done...?

"It makes sense. Isn't that just the chief?"

These two have been on edge and compatible since school so much that no more mention is needed. Luke, who was often thought of as cold or lethargic as a student, was what he called a good teacher if he was to graduate.

It hasn't changed since he left school and started focusing only on research.

I'm still a good advisor, and from Loran's point of view, I have another father's side.

"But"

Luke looked up over his head.

"You're finally finished, your gathering."

"No, that's a bunch of us. I couldn't get it done by myself."

"I'm not convinced. That was nothing short of Lorraine."

Then before Loran says anything.

Luke's hand extended to Loran's shoulder.

"You did it. We've finally taken the first step in the Black Dragon ship Bahamut."

- - The Black Dragon ship Bahamut.

It's a giant battleship conceived by Loran and licensed to build by conversation with Silvard. Even when it comes to battleships, it assumes a vertical, vertically stretched overall view, like a tower, which at first glance does not look like a battleship.

So much so that many who saw the imaginary picture say, "That is a castle flying in the sky".

The output of the furnace outweighs the current highest maritime battle force, Leviathan. Even if thousands of Wyburns were to strike, they would be equipped with the power to bury them in an instant.

Then...

Lights similar to diamond dust dancing in the adventurer town of Baltic are emitted from the furnace. Soon, the furnace stopped beating.

Around the two who saw the sight, numerous researchers and workers who watched cheered.

- Success! I succeeded!

- We are witnessing the advent of a new era! No more joy!

- I did it... we didn't throw away Dwarf's power either.

Numerous races joined their shoulders and raised their voices of joy regardless of the field they were involved in.

"Professor"

"Oh."

They both shake hands again to share their joy.

The reason everyone was happy to see the light was because they did what they were supposed to do.

Loran leaked a relieved exhale, loud and loud.

"I declare with this time. 'Machine God' is… Bahamut's heart is finally complete"

Bayolf's hunch was right.

It is an unquestionable fact that this man named Loran was undoubtedly the highest researcher he should have drawn in.

but that's impossible.

What's in Loran's mind is his thoughts on Ishtarika. And I just want to do something for my classmate (Ain), who admitted himself before anyone else and said he was amazing.

"Come on! One more step!

This is the first step, and I'm tempted that it's going to be real.

It was shortly after this that he was laughed at with the words "rest" from everyone.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

I left Madame's mansion when the sun slammed.

"Speaking of which," Madame came to see me off, as if she remembered something.

She approaches the Ains on horses and says:

"You should stop exporting materials that can be converted to weapons. Looks like my stupid son on the golden route is thinking something."

"... tell me a little more"

"It's called expanding your power. They're buying and fishing boats everywhere without sight. Looks like he's fortifying the ship with his pride of skill and converting it as a battleship. He hid it in the east of the continent, hiding it from the eyes of the surroundings."

"How did you know when it was hidden?

"It's decided because I'm amazing."

I don't have to say anything anymore. It is not wrong in itself.

I don't know what the purpose of the golden route is, but I'm not uncomfortable thinking of them as they've been gaining more power. While I thought about it, I was a little concerned about keeping my power secret.

Even if that's part of the strategy.

At the same time, the matter of the magic props found before leaving Birdland also passes through the back of the brain.

"I appreciate the information. If you ever get a chance to see me again, now give me a place to entertain you."

"I'd expect a lot."

Madam, I'll be back.

"Yes, yes, there you are again. I'll give you some candy for souvenirs."

Moving on with the horse where he received the candy, Madame dropped me off until she could see him. After this occasion, loosely, listening to the sound of a hoof, descends upon the cedar, which is eroding the sky.

- Then.

What I noticed was that Ain't riding a horse was suspicious.

It was just as soon as the night book came down.