Next Life

Bernhardt III kept stamping the pile of documents.

Otherwise it was just something that would interfere with state operations.

Negotiations with Holdia over the mediation of rubbing between nobles, permission to make embankments, tariffs… There is nothing small about a case that requires the King's judgment, but the biggest one these days was about the national magician Marius Touban.

Many countries used various expressions in the text, but had strong hard colors to reveal quickly.

(You'd be half-hearted, such as kicking Wyburn's flock)

A man of comparable strength to those who are told of legendary heroes.

Human history is a strange thing, and such people appear about once every hundred years or so.

Those who don't know about it can't be in the upper echelons of every country, but when it's our turn, no one tries to believe it easily.

While I found it funny how such a person was, I also thought Bernhardt III was an impossible thing to do.

I don't think he himself would have believed it if he hadn't actually seen it with his eyes.

It was far more likely that he suspected it might be another country's diplomatic strategy.

It's out of standard because it rarely appears, but it's hard to believe because it rarely appears.

But a card named Marius equals a double-edged sword for Philato.

On the other hand, it can be a factor for holding hands together.

If you be careful, only Marius will survive and Filato will perish.

Bernhardt III tried to take Marius in with that in mind.

The best way to use Marius effectively is to marry his daughter, Rovisa.

Fortunately, Marius has received a report from Emma that she "liked Rovisa," and he himself agreed.

The worst possibility was to transform this country into a devouring parasite, but so far I see no such barbarism.

And when I saw your attitude towards Rovisa, I could tell it was obvious.

He seems to be able to hide himself, and at this stage, the great nobility is loud, so he can't speak in a broad way.

Bernhardt III thinks about the loud grand aristocracy as he continues to press his mark.

Unlike our neighbor Lanreo, it is the lesson of this country that anyone can become a nobleman if they give it a splendid feat.

But there are a few grand aristocrats who are more adamant than to say that they value tradition, history and lineage, like the Duke Cooper family.

It was troublesome because I have a wealth of financial resources and connections only to this house of hands.

But the most troublesome thing is that the patriotism of these people is real.

A gathering of people who say something about tradition and descent and, in some cases, do not resign to disputing to the royal family, but no one has lost their thoughts on a country called Filato.

They admire the first Bernhardt of the Founding Kings from the bottom of their hearts, and are most proud that their ancestors helped them.

Unlike Philato, Lanreo, a hostile country, is a national style that weighs on pedigrees, except the Adler principals, so humans like them would have done well.

(Absolutely nothing like the world)

Press the mark as you spill your sigh.

Think about the opportunity to effectively cut a card named Marius.

I heard you said you wanted to try to redevelop the item bag, so I gave you permission, but is it that easy to do?

I immediately dismissed the thought that came to mind for a moment.

He's not an easy knockout with a bunch of Wyburns, and Lucas, Nilsson, shouldn't be an easy opponent to beat if he's human.

(You should see that Marius has no common sense whatsoever...)

Perhaps it is the sadness of a creature called a human being that brings common sense thoughts to mind on something, even if you think so.

I could hear the door slamming reluctantly thinking about it.

"Get in."

Since he was getting tired of repeating monotonous tasks, Bernhardt III gave him an immediate entry permit in anticipation of a change of mood.

"Excuse me, sir."

It was one of the samurai and Marius, who should be working on developing an item bag, who came into the room as a courtesy.

(What's going on? No way. You've already succeeded?

That was the most insane thing for Bernhardt III.

Quickly questioning his ass about a samurai who is leaving with a gratuity, he says what a magic to put into Nungaro, it will crush him.

It was too hard to believe, but I had to believe that I could actually show it in front of you.

(Oh, it must be possible...)

History has proven that it is not impossible to destroy Nungaro.

But that's only supposed to happen if you're exposed to attack magic to destroy it.

There was a presence in front of me that overshadowed its preconditions from the ground up.

"Lord Raymond asked me, do you think I'm manufacturing something called Noog in a state business?"

Bernhardt III conceived of an offer to engage in manufacturing, but that was only about two seconds away.

Noog manufacturing is one of the pillars of state business, but that's why we decided Marius' participation could be meaningful.

"Let's allow it. If Lord Marius is going to make it, he might be able to make a sturdy nungaroo."

Noog takes about a month to thoroughly smudge the magic and finish it off to Nungaro.

The magic resistance of the fabric falls through this process, but it is easier to add magic to it.

Marius' extraordinary magical power might shorten it to about a day, or something more sturdy.

Then the profits are also greater.

If it even crushes the noog, it's good luck, so I still have some anxiety.

"Thank you"

"Assuming there's no problem where I screwed up. It's just too much trouble to even crush a noog."

Due to its nature, Noog is treasured as an anti-magic defense material and counts as one of Filato's specialties.

Even if it doesn't work for Marius.

"I'll be careful"

and Marius said a joke and something he couldn't take before trying to leave.

Bernhardt III stopped there and asked about the points he was concerned about.

"Lord Marius, the ladies have invited you."

Bernhardt III was aware of the smell of multiple perfumes, although only slightly from Marius' body.

Marius gave a brief explanation of the situation when he nodded.

"I see, it's too naive for a gauge of separation, but I still understand that there are those who have that aim"

I almost caught on dangerously, Bernhardt III was anxious to Marius, who laughed bitterly.

I should have cautioned you, but I felt much better.

"I can't let Lord Marius know, but it's the worst part of returning affectionate expressions to multiple women at once. Especially with noble class opponents."

Marius makes his eyes black and white for unexpected words.

I haven't had much contact with people to keep the borough out, and Emma and Rovisa have probably been behind in teaching that sort of thing.

Marius realized they were behind it.

The king roared small when he saw such a thing.

(My hand at seeing that Marius does not yet fully understand the customs of this country. Then it's not Bernard or Ashton. Per Virsun, perhaps)

The noble daughters knew nothing and would just have been blown into saying that the future would be bright if they could have made out with a man named Marius.

I didn't lie to you about one thing.

As far as Bernhardt III knows, that's the kind of man Wilsung is.

"Even if I'm careful, I can't deal with it without knowledge. You should see it that way."

"If so, how much do I understand the customs earlier, and the likelihood that it's just a look?

"Exactly. More likely that way."

Bernhardt III nodded, thinking that his head wasn't spinning slowly.

Silence visits between them.

If the acquisition of Tariant language had been delayed, it would have been more obvious than seeing fire that Marius would have been insulted by it.

(What to do...... make the explanation about customs rush?

I'm not sure how much I can remember where I packed it in a hurry, but does that have to do with Marius' ability to master Tariant in around two weeks?

Just before I came to that conclusion, Marius had made a fuzzy suggestion.

"Um, if you don't have to hesitate, maybe we can figure it out."

"Don't...? I wonder what that means?

I know a hundred people that Marius is reluctant to live around, but I couldn't figure out what the intent was.

"If you use magic, you can read the target's aim, etc. If it's you ladies or something, just activate it sneaky."

"No way..."

Bernhardt III realized his voice was trembling.

Heart beats louder and chills run.

And yet I can't stop sweating.

I understand what Marius is trying to say.

"No way...... no way, can you use it? Psychometry..."

Psychometry, a psychic magic that supposedly disappeared to the other side of the earliest legend.

Forbidden magic in a way that even Klaus-Adler could not use.

Bernhardt III cut out fearful as he swallowed his saliva many times.

"Yeah. Later, so is the lead sink. I didn't get to say it, so I kept my mouth shut."

Psychometry is a terrible magic that explores not only objects, but even a person's past.

Bernhardt III is aware of its heinous power because it owns the "Tears of the Moon Goddess" with equivalent effect.

And the mythological class magic beyond legend that the premium magic "Leadsink" could only be used by the human "wise man" Melinda Guilford.

It was just like the power of God to be able to read the other person's thoughts.

Magic changes potency with the power of the surgeon.

That is, if Marius cares about it, no one can hide it.

It doesn't look very windy that Marius is lying.

Because you look at what you're so surprised at.

But there is no reason to swallow the words of others as the kings of one country.

"Lord Marius, why don't you try and read what the rest of us are thinking if you don't mind?"

Bernhardt III's whispering wish that it had not had a very powerful effect, if it could, was crushed in an instant.

"Uh. Use me to be good and sharpen the power of the great aristocracy. I want you to marry Master Rovisa if you can. I would appreciate it if it could also be a confrontation with foreign countries that are taking a hard stance. Then..."

"Enough!

With a scream almost close to screaming, it stops the continuation.

Bernhardt III figured out how Marius cared about this one and was willing to try to get along.

The ambition to use it for good health was scattered over the wood dust, and I was filled with pleading that if we didn't have to get along.

It was a salvation for Bernhardt III to know that "Leadsink" would have found nothing malicious or hostile to Marius.

Seeing that Marius' attitude had not changed a bit from before she used magic, I was convinced that I was not mistaken.

I desperately try to get my roughened breath in order.

And Marius looked half sympathetically at the king of such a nation.

(I guess it was a failure to say I could use psychic magic after all. But I can't think of any other measures, and one day I would have found out...)

Spiritual magic, one way or another, was close to treatment, and it wasn't very popular in games.

It's not strange to realize that it's creepy, such as magic that allows you to foresee your past even if you don't.

(You're going to have cardiac paralysis if I tell you I can also use brainwashing magic)

Marius thought without joking.

"Lord Marius. I'd like you to be cautious about using it outside of self-defense if you can…"

I nodded loudly trying to reassure the king that I had seen with my fearful, begging eyes.

"I'm going to do that more than I did. I don't feel the need to use it for people who seem to get along."

Giving a salute to the king, who had openly laid down his breasts, Marius withdrew.

I was able to build some trust.