Next Life

A soldier horse whose life was scattered before Wyburn was left in the wilderness.

Though their death should be mourned, praised, and mourned, it does not take precedence over the safety of the king's body.

(Vincent, Oscar, Hector, sorry)

The escorts apologize in their hearts and then leave.

Alvin takes the lead and leads the line, beside which Raymond walks side by side as he seeps through the sweat.

In addition to spending a lot of time fighting Wyburn, summoning the Summoners, and his magic, Raymond still occasionally fought in "Direction".

The intensity of magic consumption would be the fate of the two positions (double) of Mage (Goetic) and Summoner (Summoner).

This is exactly why Marius was impressed.

I always have multiple magic potions, and I just drank them earlier, but the strain on my body is still immeasurable.

What was driving Raymond was his sense of purpose as an escort, and his will as the third place in the court sorcerer sequence.

(And how did this happen...)

Raymond thought bitterly.

Mount Rumbel, now passing through, is a mountain of nothingness, a bare mountain called, which produces nothing and does not even grow weeds.

It seems that the monsters are even suspected of having bugs instead of living either, and the creatures witnessed in the past were about a few black-auls.

Located between Menfen, the last city visited, and Filatos, the king's capital, passing here allows you to reach the king's capital around two hours earlier than any other road.

It was about fifty years ago that I laid eyes on the matter and deliberately made my way.

And I've never met a monster before today.

That is why there would have been alarm.

In addition to more than a dozen escorts, the court ministers were bitterly laughing "excessively wary" at the king who brought in leading men Alvin and Raymond, as well as three (triple) Emma.

But as soon as I heard about this one, my face must turn bright blue, "it was an understated force".

(Still, who is this guy named Marius?

It was too convenient to make an appearance, when I could only speak Farmian.

As long as you are dumb as an intermediary, making you think so may be the aim.

I'm sure they all have similar ideas, but no one put them to attitude.

Because I would have liked you to be on my side.

Marius had a back in the invitation, and he also assumed the possibility of being targeted for his life, but he didn't even think that he was between other countries or at the heart of the plot.

It should be said that the limits of those around here who lived a life unrelated to the number of manipulations.

So I was looking inside the car, taking care not to be too blatant.

Ten people inside were big enough to seem to sit on.

Marius from the back, across the street from him, Bernhardt III, Rovisa next to Marius, and Emma sat across from him.

Originally, it would be appropriate for Emma to sit next to Marius, but only Rovisa could translate Marius' words, so it was replaced as a necessary measure.

The white seating and back areas were fuzzy and comfortable to sit on and seemed to stay relaxed for a long time.

The presence of the next princess is unlikely to make me do it.

Rovisa, the odd-eyed one with blue right eye and red left eye, was undoubtedly the most beautiful Marius had ever seen.

Clear white skin and faint aromas had left Marius, who should have been quite immune to women, in a psychological state close to her first love.

I look inside again trying to distract her from her charm and calm her down.

It was white lumber that was making it, faint but also magical.

Rovisa didn't miss the fact that Marius' expression moved just for a moment.

"Have you noticed? The magic of shake prevention, heat resistance, shock resistance, cold resistance, etc."

Marius thought the royal family was just using it and that it was just a luxury specification.

Now we know why the car was intact even in the wake of the Wyburn herd raid.

Some things are magical very robustly, and it's not surprising to be able to withstand the attacks of the Wyburns.

I didn't feel any shaking at the moment and didn't feel like I was in the carriage at all.

"How long does it take to get from here to the royal castle?

"Is it something like about two hours? If you hurry, you'll get there a little faster, but it'll take about half an hour for Raymond's demon to get there."

The royal palace needs time to get ready to accept Marius.

And Marius felt one less thing that the concept of time seemed to be the same as the original world.

Of course, sometimes they count differently.

Marius asked, choosing the words carefully.

"How do you measure time?

The moment I said it, a slight but unfortunate color came to Rovisa.

Although it disappeared quickly, Marius did not overlook it.

(I don't know if that was a good way to ask... but I don't necessarily have a clock.)

If FAO is world compliant, clocks and calendars should exist in 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

But Marius had to be cautious in the unknown experience he encountered after his reincarnation.

Rovisa did nothing to translate it to the other two, and took the clock out of her pocket.

It was a small silver pocket watch that could be wrapped around even her little palms.

"This is called a clock, and you look at this to see how time goes by. Take a good look."

From one to twelve, it was denoted by black Roman numerals, with long and short hands and seconds.

It was the very watch that Marius knew so well.

"Twenty-four hours a day?

"Yes. You know that. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year."

"Really?"

Thanks to an inadvertent inquiry as to whether a day was twenty-four hours, it made it difficult to pretend to know nothing.

Perhaps a human being named Marius would be in a chirping wind, but we have no idea what that would do to each other.

So to change the flow, Marius asked what was bothering her.

In other words, why did the royal royalty take the mountain path of Wyburn with only a small offering?

And he found out about Mount Rumbel in Rovisa's answer, and made his expression rude.

"If that story is true, there is a good chance that someone with the power to manipulate Wyburn attempted your assassination."

It is inconceivable that the safety of the path through which the royal family passes was not examined beforehand.

Rovisa nodded without hesitation at Marius' pointing.

I can't see any upset or nervous even though it's a matter of whether there are enemies close to me.

With a secret admiration for his guts, Marius spoke about an idea.

"You let me ride like this in anticipation of a second blow, didn't you?"

Rovisa snorts again easily.

Marius' aim was to confirm, and to that extent, he was aware of it.

But apparently it ended up underdeveloped.

I couldn't find any change in Rovisa's attitude.

Did you think I was accompanying you to this extent with knowledge?

(You expect too much from someone you don't believe in, you rely too much on)

Marius doesn't think he's fully trusted.

We've just met, and I can guess from the air they put together.

It's not hard to imagine that Raymond's subpoena not only gave him a rush, but also served to call for reinforcements.

Then what makes them calm is that they can defeat Marius, at least they have a confident fighting force, and they're on their way.

(I wonder if this has gotten sooner)

Marius decided to take the carriage because he wanted to get close to the royal family, but the biggest reason was on a row level.

As far as we can tell, they're all over a hundred miles below Marius.

It wasn't just that I wanted to know the strength guide that confirmed everyone's level.

Because in case they accidentally struck me after sealing the magic, I wanted to know if I was the one who could handle it.

Even opponents who specialize in melee battles can cope, even if they are struck unintentionally, if they have a level difference of more than a hundred, and can win meat bullet battles.

It was confirmed in Lakesnake, where the level was repeated.

Unless you're also a boss monster, there's no problem.

That's what I concluded, and that's why I got in the carriage, otherwise I was just saying no for a reason.

(If you have to, take the princess hostage and run away)

It is only if the magic is sealed.

I have no more hesitation in using any vile hand than not willing to be killed.

Maybe being a princess and the weakest Rovisa sitting in a position within reach indicates that there is no hostility.

I don't think about it.

But at the same time, they may just be inviting you to be alert.

Marius did not possess it as knowledge, but it is not strange that royalty would possess some means of protection, to an extent, he thought.

Most of all, I didn't think anything helpless about Wyburn would work for me.

Rovisa has asked Marius the opposite question, thinking about it.

"By the way, who the hell was Master Marius from?

I thought you'd ask, but I didn't have an answer yet.

You can't possibly believe me if I tell you the truth.

So I decided to say where I was earlier.

"Uh, I don't know the name, but it's down a mountain road, in a place with a big forest and a big lake."

"Huh? Is it Lake Nara?

For the first time, Rovisa revealed her surprise.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe."

Nara, I questioned, but because I flew that high with flying magic, I'm sure it was somewhere lower than it is now.

"If you can't use flying magic or metamagic, it's where they say you'll never come back."

This means that it is impossible to escape on foot, and if Marius was not able to use magic, he would have packed it at the time of reincarnation.

I have to feel some manipulation.

(Come to think of it, I can do too much royal help as soon as I met him or smell the conspiracy)

When it comes to the story of the original world, it is a development that buys the criticism that "there is more to urbanism".

But when this happens, I feel like I was reincarnated to get caught up in it.

In other words, the aim is to save the Kingdom of Philato and the others with the power of "Marius-Tuban".

I shelved it because I didn't seem to have the chili to think about why I was chosen or anything, and I thought about future developments.

It is no worse to work for the kingdom of Philato than to have no purpose in this world.

It's big that Rovisa is a beautiful girl who jumps off, like a healthy man can't help but have a lower heart.

Even Marius is a young, healthy man.

To help Philato, building trust with the people of Philato is the key.

Because the power Marius possesses is far from universal.

There are limits to what you can do on your own.

How can I build trust?

What I remember here was the phrase, "If you want, give first".

If you want me to believe you, if you want me to believe and love you first, I love you first.

The next thing I remember was the sportsmen who were active in foreign countries, "communicating their intentions in local language is more loved and easier to blend in".

(Words first, and culture, I guess)

It was a pleasure to see foreigners praise their homeland or eat their hometown dishes looking delicious.

As long as the values are not so different, it should work here as well.

We should try to implement it more than we can think of any other alternative that might seem good.

That's what I thought, and as I was indulging in the time to cut it out, I heard the horseshoe sound gradually louder.

It is clear that it is the size of the army.

Emma and Rovisa checked out the window.

"I don't think so, enemies?

"No, I'm on your side. The blue falcon flag with a trident spear is a testament to being the magical knight of our country."

In response to Marius's question, Rovisa replied in an apparently appeased manner.

Indeed, the flag flown by a group depicted a blue falcon with a black trident spear added to the white fabric.

I guess it's true because none of the escorts move into a collision posture, but Marius didn't feel clear.

Because it had only been about thirty minutes in physical time.

There is no rush for Rovisa to explain why the magical knights were able to rendezvous in so much time.

I guess it's because I don't think Marius understands the concept of time.

The arrowhead, determined to make an effort to get people to believe me, once again took the form of being poked at that the idea that I was not yet trusted was right.