Master of the brave.

A military alliance between the Lemursil Empire and the Kingdom of Lyon was signed.

Sometimes the covenant is exchanged in advance between Crown Prince Alfred and Crown Prince Raul, and the signing of the alliance takes place without delay.

Empress Cornelia, who disappeared from the imperial capital Simlug and suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of Lyon, signed her as representative of the Empire. From here on out, an experienced and trustworthy bureaucrat sent in advance by Alfred should be able to pack the kingdom side and details. These are the civic realms of administrative diplomacy, so there was nothing more the Winns could do.

Winn and his future plans are to ask the Kingdom of Lyons to disclose information and investigate Cornelia's remaining escorts in pursuit of various cases deriving from the alliance and the legacy of Konrat Heisenberg and Sarah Ferrule, who were laid down by Alfred when they traveled the Eltz.

The morning after the feast was held.

A military alliance between the Lemursil Empire and the Kingdom of Lyon was to be signed that day.

Only those who had been asked about the legacy of Konrat Heisenberg had been invited to the breakfast venue prepared in the hall. That is, Raul, Wynn, Leticia and Cornelia.

When breakfast was prepared by the service, Raul immediately paid for it.

"Breakfast seats, but time is a waste now. Listen to me while you eat."

When Raul says so, he quickly reaches out to the egg dish in front of him.

Even though the bulk of the Alliance documents are packed with Alfred, we must also hasten the handling of the various cases that will accompany the Alliance. Raul, not only a prince king, but also a general who would keep an army, was extremely busy.

"Mr. Wynn. You also have an important role to play. Not only is he a master of the brave, but he asks you to help him as His Royal Highness's squire. We need people from other countries who can confirm our findings. As a witness, there is no shortage."

Winn glanced at Cornelia's face. The Lord of Winn is she. The Cornelia looks at Wynn's face and nods small.

"Okay. Let me talk to you first."

"At the beginning of the incident, an urgent report was received from those who had sent to the old castle where Konrat Heisenberg was based."

And Raul started talking.

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Now that the battle against demons has come to an end once and for all, the most favored tale of the people is a tribute to the work of Leticia Van Mavis, the brave man who destroyed the Demon King.

Many bards, preachers, followed in her footsteps and each spelled out various stories in their own interpretation to offer to the people.

One of those stories was about Mavis, the brave man, stopping the cult ritual that planned the resurrection of the evil god and rescuing the sacrificed maiden.

It is a particularly popular story among the people of Lyon, even though some preachers, screenwriters, maidens may become princes, but the fact that the country in which the stage was set was the first famous battle to be encountered in the Kingdom of Lyon by the King of Lyon, Raul Orto Lyon, who became one of the brave Mavis.

Magil Mountains leading from the Lemursil Empire to the Kingdom of Lyon.

There was a mountain named Mount Sawyer by the locals in this mountain range with four thousand metres of mountains.

Around the middle belly of the mountain was an ancient castle that seemed to protrude from among the tall conifers that grew around it.

There are several huge stones used which make a very heavy impression on what you see.

How can such an ancient castle be built on this land where there are no towns or villages near the ancient castle and it seems inconvenient for people to step in?

A careful observation of what is happening near the ancient castle will make the answer easy to know.

Low-length shrubs grow and are covered with dead leaves and moss, but by the way you can see stairs made of stone and things like broken stone walls. That's what's left of Mount Sawyer over a wide area of the inner abdomen.

You can also find descriptions of this ancient castle by examining ancient documents and ancient maps kept in the Royal Library of the Kingdom of Lyon. According to those literature, the ancient castle was built hundreds of years ago by a flourishing continental hegemonic nation, an aristocrat of the ancient Kingdom of Lentheim, surrounded by castle towns. But the clan of castle owners died in battle after being attacked by the barbarians at the end of the kingdom. The town was burned and destroyed.

To get in and out of the town in the middle of the mountains, we now used a means of travel using lost magic, but we lost the means when the town was burned. Only a few remaining survivors had also left the inconvenient town and then been forgotten by the people until hundreds of years later one magician was based in the ancient castle.

Yes, this demon mentor is the demon mentor Konrat Heisenberg who explored the resurrection of the evil god in the story and was defeated by the brave Mavis. And it is this ancient castle where the brave Mavis and the magician Konrat allegedly confronted each other.

Konrat Heisenberg, the former magician of the court of the Kingdom of Sein, also became a candidate for "The Great Sage".

After the demise of the Kingdom of Sein, he crossed nations for research to destroy the Demon King, the last place he set himself as a stronghold.

After losing face to face with the brave, the ancient castle had many things left behind by Konrat.

Just a drop of zero on the floor, a drug that produces poisonous smoke and kills thousands of people.

In a concurrent magician, a magic book with a curse that causes him to die instantly just by opening it.

Spirits, mirrors that summon outsiders such as demons, etc.

They existed dangerous goods that should be contraindicated, such as objects that, if mishandled, would turn one town into a town of death overnight or, depending on how they were used, overthrown one country at a time.

They are not easily analyzed, even with the excellent court magicians of the kingdom of Lyon. All that is unacceptable to even get your hands on the detour. Before the contraindications that should not be served on the world, senior Lyon kingdom officials decided to impose a strict magical seal on each ancient castle.

He sent several more credible knights and magicians as administrators, and arranged to keep no one close.

In front of the door that leads into the ancient castle, the coniferous forest that had lasted until then suddenly opened, supposedly formerly the vestibule.

I guess the ground didn't grow conifers because of a stone just about the size of a palm. On the side you can also see traces of things like flowerbeds. At the time, flowers must have bloomed all seasons to entertain visitors. But now there was no shadow to see, and weeds grew from between the stones and the stones, and in the flower beds there were tall grasses of seemingly deep back lengths of roots.

At the corner of the square there was a simple cabin, built using wood.

It is a hut built for inhabitance by the administrators seconded by the Kingdom of Lyon after the confrontation between the brave and the contort.

Those who became administrators were to serve six months alternately as terms of office.

One of them. The old knight Gidman had also taken up his duties as administrator in a small stuffing area built on the side of this ancient castle. Other administrators who are colleagues are a little younger than him, but of similar age.

Even for the upper ranks of the Knights of the Kingdom, they were close to being discharged from the Army, and at the end of the day, they would have prepared a place where they could spend little time quietly until their discharge, without being chased by daily tasks.

As knights, it's a place that has nothing to do with the glorious effects of war, but they don't have the lust to come out of service. After his retirement, he received a retirement pension and a pension, and for them, who were going to live the rest of their lives quietly, except for the loneliness of living apart from their families, he was an uncalled for. In the first place, if anything happens to them more than they belong to the army, it is their duty to travel far away from their country. If you think so, living away from your family may not even be such a big problem.

It is still a far more peaceful and idle place compared to the battlefield, which was contiguous with life and death, although there is a danger of encountering wild beasts such as demons and bears and wolves.

However, I no longer had the energy to seek a stimulating life, but my assignment in the back of the mountain, where no entertainment kind still existed, was more boring than I imagined.

So Gidman made a small field when he cut and expanded the forest a little to distract his spare time.

Here he laid down a sword that seemed to have little chance of being wielded, and the farmer took hold of the swing.

Build fields and grow crops.

The land around this ancient castle is controlled by the kingdom, but people rarely visit it anyway. At best, twice a month, it's about the manpower and foot hired by the army to deliver supplies and food from the town at the foot. If we cut through the woods a little and grow a small field of vegetables that we just eat, we will be left alone.

The job, which was the Lord of the Administrator, is enough to get rid of adventurers who rarely mistake the ancient castle for a ruin and bandits who enter to root for the ancient castle.

I had as much time to do field work, and it would be a good free time.

Our colleagues' administrators also expressed an interest in building their own fields and decided to work with them in unfamiliar field work.

With regard to my knowledge of field work and the crops I plan to plant, the two magic guides I pack together went out of their way to pick up books from the bookseller.

The magicians were also spared time, and when they changed into thin work clothes, they helped remove small stones and drain grass at best.

Speaking of magicians for Gidman, he had the impression that he was a shady bastard who locked himself inside a dark room and read books and dawned on experiments, so he remembered unexpectedly what they looked like when they actively dawned on manual labor.

Most importantly, if there are no books to read in places like this, it may be because experiments can only be limited.

Remove the remnants of cobblestone that once had a path, digging up and removing the roots of the remaining trees deep in the ground. Then we plow the soil and climb the trees to cut off the disturbing branches to improve the sun. I came running around the battlefield holding my sword. It was all unfamiliar work to them, but the task of joining my people was quite enjoyable.

"Crops made with our own hands must be exceptionally delicious. When I retire the knight, shall the governor give up to my son and buy some land in some village with the retirement money he receives and make it in the field?"

There were even those who said that.

My ankles won't be weak either.

Everyone laughs more and more at the words, regardless of the knight or the magician.

Knights and magicians rarely interact. The knight who fights relying on weapons and his own flesh, and the wizard who fights using magic and knowledge as weapons, did not leak into many examples even in the Kingdom of Lyon and could not be said to be close. However, by making fields together, the administrators were able to work with each other and strengthen their ties. This is a delightful side effect.

(At the beginning of my tenure, I will also report on field work)

You may get a reluctant look at unpacking land managed by the state, but it's a valuable experience. Sooner or later there may come a day when fields will be made in fortifications on the front line, etc.

When Gidman was waving a swing while dreaming of such a thing, a loud swing accidentally struck the janitors.

Big swing like you can stick it up against the sky from underfoot.

The body of an old administrator of good stature was such a shock that it rose in the universe.

Unexpectedly letting go of the shovel, he tries to balance his body.

The trees around him roared and swayed.

Gidman crawled on all fours with his hands on the ground in such a big shake that he could not stand.

Dawn, Dawn and I hear loud noises intermittently.

I didn't see it well with rising dust, but maybe the old castle ceilings and exterior walls are collapsing.

Even near Gidman, I wondered if there was a sound of something called mekimeki, and the hut of the stuffing collapsed with the roar.

Small pieces of wood and pebbles flew in at the instigation of it, so I cover my head and face with both hands.

How long has it been since I kept shaking?

The shake finally subsided and Gidman stood up.

I somehow learn to feel like my body is still shaking, but it's probably my fault.

"Hey! Everybody okay?!?

When I shouted, I heard everyone's reply from behind the dust that danced in the universe.

"Wow... this is going to be awful again"

The cabin had collapsed by the brilliant.

Fortunately, no one was involved in the collapse of the cabin and no one was injured, as they were all out to open places for field work.

"What was the earthquake now? Did the mountains spray on fire?

Among the mountains that led to the Magil Mountains, there were also volcanoes that erupted once every few decades. If the earthquake earlier was caused by an eruption, we must evacuate immediately to the foot. Because the crushing stream that burns everything down in no time will push you.

But in the mountains visible from between the trees, nothing like a smoke was seen.

"Find out what happened to the old castle."

Others snort at the words of the oldest Gidman.

Our temporary residence, the stuffing, had also collapsed, causing a terrible tragedy, but we must first report the damage to the ancient castle to the Wang capital.

Things like paper and pen to write the report needed to be dug out later because they got caught up in the collapse of the cabin, but I wanted to have a stare at the old castle, which is their subject of control, first, as a detailed damage investigation would be done later.

The dirt and dust subsided and I could see the tragedy of the ancient castle.

For hundreds of years, it was a sturdy stone wall in the old castle that had endured wind and rain, but cracks ran everywhere earlier in the earthquake, and some were collapsing. The main tower part of the ancient castle has also collapsed and disappeared.

There are several large stones rolling on the ground.

After all, the loud and continuous sound of Dawn earlier was when the wall collapsed.

If the janitors' stuffs and fields had been built closer to the ancient castle, they could have been underneath this large stone.

"The old castle should have been magically sealed, but it didn't work for the earthquake"

Old castle ceilings and stone walls made of large stones are such a shock that they collapse. Are the items left behind by the Konrat inside safe? A container of dangerous drugs may have fallen to the floor and leaked poisonous smoke, etc.

"We're getting closer without thinking, but getting closer to the Old Castle without any countermeasures could be dangerous"

To the opinion of one of the magicians, Gidman nodded.

Either way, there's nothing they can do because the sealed junction magic is stretched out before here, but I was thinking of raising the case that there could have been significant damage inside the ancient castle, too, in Wang Du's report.

"Ah!"

That's when the Wizard, who was casting a spell elsewhere, raised his voice.

"What's up?

"Magic! The magic of the kingdom!

A loud demon conductor runs off in a panic. The administrators ran after him, as if it wasn't for free.

I knew where I was going right away.

The ancient castle is stretched with powerful junction magic using five magic formations: the "Magic Formation of the Five Kingdoms" so that no one can step into it.

In one of the five magic formations that were creating that junction magic, the magic conductor rushed over and sat down to make sure he fell off his knees on the spot.

"Such an idiot..."

Another magician who arrives late squeezes out a roaring voice in the back of his throat.

A great crack was running on the pentagram showing the ruin depicted on the magic formation.

"What's the matter with you?

When Gidman asked, the first demon conductor to rush out said with a faded look.

"The magic of the seal is broken!

"Being torn?

Gidman learned to catch on to the words of the magician.

(Not torn, torn?

"What do you mean you're being torn?

"It means as it is. The junction that was sealing the ancient castle is disappearing!

"Isn't that because the earlier earthquake broke the magic formation?

"That can't be right"

Without concealing the rushing colors floating around his voice, the Magic Instructor appealed to Gidman in a strong tone.

"The magic of this seal is not an easy magic formula that can be broken by about an earthquake!

Not to mention, this magician is the 'Great Sage' Dear Tiara Sculls Verfa. It's not magic that can be broken by an earthquake. "

"So you're saying that the fact that the junction is broken has nothing to do with the earthquake earlier?

"No. Perhaps the earthquake earlier was like the aftermath of a breakdown caused by the power of the junction. Dear Tiara's magic contains as much magic as that earthquake can cause. But as a magician enough to break her magic..."

The thoughts of the exorcised magician were conveyed to everyone on the spot.

Suppose the earthquake was the aftermath of breaking a powerful bond, as the Mage said -.

Those who have never been noticed by the administrators who were here, and who are strong enough to break the bond that the best magicians of mankind have put up. Its strength would be that of a superior sitting magician of a court magician of a great power, even if it is quoted less.

It is possible that such a person broke into an ancient castle overflowing with contraindications left by Konrat.

"I have a bad feeling..."

Gidman's zero little whine was a common hunch among all the administrators on the spot.

Everyone remembered the feeling, and when they remembered these hunches, something undecided and bad happened.

When my father, who was a knight, did not return from the battlefield.

When a comrade who fought shoulder to shoulder for years lost her life.

When my son lost his life in the first line.

"Mm, look over there"

One of the janitors pointed to the back of a crack in the wall of a crushed ancient castle.

"... what light?

I could see the little blue light shaking with all kinds of unreliability.

I've heard of the old superstition that when a deceased invites a living person to hell, he comes lighting a blue fire, but Gidman unintentionally associates himself with that legacy. But you can't just give up your duties because you're creepy. It was necessary to ascertain the source of the light.

We're on our way to confirmation.

Everyone nodded as Gidman told him in a push-kill voice, walking out to the crack of the wall where the light could be seen carefully.

Considering also that the bottle containing the dangerous drug is damaged and a poisonous smoke is occurring, he goes on with a cloth on his mouth, which would be to the point of rest.

The crack where the light was visible, when viewed close to the ancient castle, was well above the position of the head.

And by the time there's a crack, there's a lot of debris scattered around that would be due to the collapse, and the scaffolding is very bad.

When the youngest and most physically competent administrator took the lead, he began to climb the rubble while checking the scaffolding.

In the meantime, I can see the light peeking through the cracks moving.

I was also thinking of the possibility that the outside light plugged in by the collapse of the ceiling reflected on blue vitreous or something, but it was clearly an artificial movement of light.

Without a doubt, there's some intruder.

But...

"You can't feel signs like a lot of people. But some people don't know we're here. If this is all you've done in a small number, are you feeling extra confident... Don't get distracted."

Draw attention to your colleagues in a whisper to undo the anxiety that swells inside your chest.

He is the opponent of breaking the junctional magic of "The Great Sage" Tiara Sculls Verfa.

There is also the possibility of someone strong enough to deal with all the administrators one by one.

A leading administrator finally arrived directly beneath the crack.

He scaffolded the fallen stone and put his hand on the crack, slowly trying to pull his body up. It was then.

"Huh!"

As he was climbing, the janitor glanced at his upper body loudly, screaming without a voice.

Having broken down his attitude, he falls straight into the debris below and is stopped by another administrator who was about to follow him.

"Hey, hold on!

Gidman rushed over, too.

The fallen administrator was cramped in the arms of a colleague.

My eyes are not tying the focus, and blood bubbles are blowing out of my mouth and nose.

(Was there poison smoke...)

As I was concerned, the earthquake might have damaged some kind of medicine bottle or something of that kind, and the poison smoke was spilling out.

But Gidman's movement stopped when he unbuttoned his uniform to loosen the collar of the fallen janitor and his neck popped into his eyes.

(This is...!

On the neck of the fallen janitor, there was a shallow black mole.

I can also confirm that it is spreading visibly and twitchy.

"Chi! Well, no way..."

Experienced Gidman, who had also joined the Alliance against the Demonic Continent, looked familiar with this symptom.

Demons, the superior beings of the demons - the symptoms that are also seen when humans who have come into contact with the fairly high demons are attentive to their carelessness. This mole of temper, twitching and spreading throughout the victim's body, eventually rots and dissolves the skin and the flesh beneath it.

Even in between thoughts, the meat around the fallen admin's shoulders had already collapsed and the bones were beginning to be visible. His breathing had already become fine, and it was only a matter of time before he was doomed.

"... we're getting away"

Gidman stood up.

And look around at the colleagues.

"But..."

The administrators posted to the land, even though discharge is imminent, are all things that everyone has a strong sense of purpose for the mission. I am well aware of their feelings that it is difficult to accept the proposal to lose colleagues by something unknown and also escape from the task of protecting the ancient castle on top of it.

But the old administrator said in a strong tone, as if to include, when he looked around everyone's face with a sharp eye to cut off their such strays.

"We're getting away! As soon as possible, far from this place!

If you are a demon, the Gidmans are beyond your control. If you go in without any measures, it will be the second death of a colleague who has just died.

In order not to waste his sacrifice, this occasion should pull back and request support from the King's Capital as soon as possible.

Other administrators and magicians are warring men.

I quickly ran away from my stray to see how Gidman was doing.

I also decided to leave my colleague's body on the spot.

The distracted body can spread around as it is. As an infectious disease, it may also be transmitted to those who come into contact with it. Fortunately, Gidman has not touched the area where his temper was expanding. It was heartbreaking to leave the body of a colleague intact, but it would be safer to leave it in an old castle with only debris around it than to carry the distracted body to the town at the foot.

And the administrators rushed down the mountain of Saul. Upon arrival to the town at the foot, report to the King's Capital as soon as possible.

And the report came to Raul Ort Lyon, the proud Demon King's crusade hero of the Kingdom of Lyon.