Next Life

Marius and the others returned from the inspection.

Although I realized the importance of being self-conscious as a lord, I can't even leave the Demon King alone.

Because it will be a danger to the whole continent.

For the time being, we are going to look at the reports that are sent regularly to Mame, learn how to run the territory, and prepare for the bottom up of allied warfare and the demon and demon kings.

(Can you do this...?

Marius is skeptical of his abilities.

I have never been complacent about that.

At least we don't seem to be able to afford to even develop magic items.

Sails and the others are fortunate to do it right as long as they give instructions, and there is a girl who can count on Barra when it comes to strengthening her allies.

If you don't think you're blessed, you're going to be punished.

Barra and the others heard it was a squad yard. Marius said goodbye to the Rovisas and walked out to the squad yard.

As Marius stepped inside the squad, a massive amount of magic beamed and released into the sky.

"What...?

I thought it was a strange phenomenon for a moment, but soon I would strike it off without it.

I had a close prediction that it would be Burra's work, and soon found out that it wasn't a mistake.

Being satisfied with his success in teaching lasers to everyone and getting them to meet him, Barra discovered Marius as she was looking for him and rushed over for a small run.

"Welcome home, Master Marius!

Reflectively returning to his bright, lukewarm voice and expression, he stopped at the critical point and laughed bitterly realizing that he could have just done nothing.

"I'm home. Are you teaching me any new magic?

"Oh, you didn't even know about Marius. It's a magical skill called" laser. "

"I see."

A lot of words in common with the original world are helpful in these cases.

Combined with the sight earlier, it had a general image.

"How is Master Marius? If you improve, you can defeat enemies with less magic, which is a pretty good skill."

"That's why I'm here."

Marius tries to compress the magic and let it go, as Barra taught him.

A thick beam, which was supposed to have been compressed but was likely to be a few centimeters in diameter, was emitted over the sky, glowing and disappearing.

Witnesses are silent, except for Bhara.

They figured out what Marius had done on an incredible level for the hard work of meeting them.

"Was the compression sweet...?

Marius twisted his neck.

It's hard to say that I compressed it if it wasn't at least about a centimeter, which is his feeling.

of.

"That's not true."

It was Barra who corrected the mistake.

I can't help but get some width when it's as much magic as Marius, she said.

"There is also a cap on the compressible amount of magic."

"Is that what it is"

In other words, Marius seems to have succeeded all of a sudden.

Everyone hailed it as just fine, but as Marius, I honestly wasn't happy.

I have an image of something called a "laser" in advance.

It can be taken for granted, rather, that the speed of meeting with the people of this world, which is something unknown, is different.

But Marius couldn't think of a way to explain this successfully, and decided to laugh and deceive.

"By the way, Dear Marius, I need to talk to you."

It was Marius, wary of what the hell was going on with Barra bringing it to me, but when she found out it was about Catherine, she circled her eyes.

"Oh, is that so strange?

Catherine asks with great care.

That adorability is likely to make people with certain preferences faint, as much as Marius thought.

But what is being eliminated now is not adorability, but physical stubbornness.

It's no surprise that there are those who become obsolete, says Barra.

It's nothing strange to say from the conclusions Marius made.

"No, it's not weird depending on your job. Berserkers, Berserks, the so-called Mad Warriors."

Crazy warrior positions have the disadvantage of not remembering magic and losing reason makes enemy allies indistinguishable, but they have the advantage of being very resistant to magic.

For a wizard system, a mad warrior system of the same level is not so much an exaggeration to say that it is the worst compatible natural enemy.

"Yes, I am Berserk..."

Catherine's answer came in this statement, but it was surprising to Marius.

Berserk was the apex of the mad warrior system and had to gain experience in a lower position to get to it.

It's not a game, it's a reality, so it could be born innate with a high-ranking position.

Well, that's not what I'm talking about.

Either way, "when I realized it, I was on the current spec." I thought I was qualified to say this, and I decided not to care any more.

Marius needed to study with Rovisa and the others and left the squad, which prompted them to disband together.

It is inevitable for those who know a series of streams, but if we tried it on the Barra and the others, we would taste the "feeling of being hit" with water in our bedears.

"Well, Master Marius has become a lord, so you'll have to study it."

Barra is displeased with the maiden opponent she brought in from her homeland as she yawns and eats cake.

"No, you don't just have to put on a good civilian and Master Marius orders you to. It's impossible if you think normally that people with all that power are better versed in political economy."

Cake-eating, tea-drinking, and then samurai seemed easy on the princess who lined up her grievances like a flood, but she understood that it was not a good idea to say something far-fetched.

"If you want to surround Marius, you should just announce your marriage, and if you don't, you should try to interact more with Marius in other countries, and you shouldn't leave us alone."

What you are saying is not rounded off, but there is plenty of personal grievances, so it is not good to hammer.

Even though I was throwing cake and tea into my mouth, it didn't change how fast I ate it.

In a way, it is astonishing.

"Huh, end of stupidity"

The last piece was poured in with water, and Barra changed her mood.

He was a man who couldn't snap anywhere.

"Mm-hmm. Hit it and shatter it."

"Don't crush it, princess"

Catherine was stuck in a malt.

As it was, the grand aristocrat, who had been put on as his belly, had managed to prevent his courage to a girl who was young but had a sense of crisis as a woman when he was buried.

"Mm-hmm... but Master Barra is in my best interest when it comes to marriage"

There's a saying, "Take more fruit than your name."

Malt made his way into wisdom, remembering something close to the disloyalty of dyeing an innocent girl black.

"Than...?

Katherine doesn't understand what's going on, and she gets a decent look and asks back.

"Yes, in short, the real wife is Princess Burra or Princess Rowesa, but in fact the most beloved plan is a princess."

"Excellent!

Katherine happened to be full of joy.

"It's not going to be easy. We need to work out plenty of ideas."

"Yeah, I'll hang in there!

While I felt happy to see my little husband Nico's face, Mort thought, "At least one later..." stroking his stomach area with his hand.

While I became aware that it was a nasty one.

"Huh? Balshark, Mithra and Vester attack Holdia in the coalition?

After your studies were separated, Marius, officially informed of the information as a national guest magician, turned his eyes round.

I had feelings that I didn't even know what I was thinking at a time when the shadows of demon kings and demons were beginning to glimmer and whether I was disappointed or confused.

"Hmmm......"

Bernhardt III also has a harsh look on his face.

Above all, I was in full agreement at this time of year.

Sometimes the voices expecting "retaliation against Holdia" in the country, and the threat of demons and demon kings, are becoming real, and it has completely gone down in flames.

"They say they cannot believe in Holdia unless they do something about the Mad King, nor can they unite to fight demon kings and demons. I know how you feel."

If any madman becomes a crisis in the survival of mankind, there can be no room for other national opponents to plan anything out of the ordinary.

But the three countries stuck out, "I can't be sure of that".

I had to indulge myself in yelling at him to make it look good.

"Personally, my biggest concern is that Holdia is not in a hurry."

It was Figo who became the new director of intelligence who made that statement.

"Well, if you tried them, you would have thought you could attack them after the period of no engagement after the Demon Show Festival. Perhaps you're ready."

It was the Prime Minister's Falk who put it like a human resource.

But Figo wasn't convinced.

"The combined force mobilized by the coalition as you speak is 300,000 to 400,000. Holdia is the biggest country in the world, but it can't be an idle number."

"Well, that's true."

It was Yardabels who gave Figo his approval.

Figo keeps claiming intent just because he gets my will.

"Of course it's only recently that I took office, so maybe I was ready before that. Then isn't the coalition dangerous?"

"I don't care if they come to such a conclusion..."

Lucas makes a negative point.

"Holdia is now in the process of reorganizing the whole country. Wouldn't it be weirder this time of year if you were reading it?

"It's..."

Figo can't argue with anything, and he gets mumbled.

Holdia's mobilisable force is one of the best on the continent, but it is hopeless to demonstrate it at the moment.

"I dare you... it doesn't, does it?"

Although Marius covered for Figo, she immediately denied it herself.

Marius was also in favour when it came to the fact that the Union might just be dangerous.

"Actually, I caught the story in my ear that the seal of Demon King Decarabia is in Holdia."

Everyone waited not surprised that Marius cut it out like that.

"Direct them to that seal for the co-defeat of the Demon King and the Allied forces, and slap them all together there with a large army. I don't know if I can think of anything like this."

The place is surrounded by bitter air.

After a few seconds of silence, the king opened his mouth with groans.

"Whatever it takes to imitate such an outward path... but King Holdia wouldn't do it"

No one denied it.

Because then I can explain why I'm in a difficult situation and I can afford it.

"Why don't you send out a messenger to draw the Coalition's attention?"

The king agreed to Falk's proposal.

"If the Demon King is resurrected, the Allied forces will soon perish.... Sometimes it can lead you to the Dragon's Nest even if you're not the Demon King. You better be warned."

Of course, if I'm serious, I want you to stop the troopers.

If you're going to do the Holdia attack, it's not too late after the Demon King threat leaves.

But I have a feeling this won't be unexpected.

Because he was conscious of what happened after the Holdia attack was successful.

As Bernhardt III, I expect the Union to win, but I only hoped that one of them would avoid losing a great deal.

"Three Fools Attack"

Upon receiving that report, Asteria threw in one piece of angular sugar, chewed it up and then uttered words.

"Being an idiot is something I don't understand when I explain it kindly and politely. Fillato is a waste of effort and hard work."

It floats the mockery no longer shown to the people, but the pity was also mixed with some %.

If Mireille, Banessa and Ignato had been present on this occasion, they would have "never been politely explained" to Asteria.

But now there was neither them nor Isabella on this occasion.

It is under the direct command of Asteria, and those other than Isabella, who do not even know their faces and their names.

"How's everybody doing?

"does not see any particular upset in the people. The army awaits your knowledge, too."

It was a crushed answer for being in a subordinate relationship, but Asteria accepted it flatly.

"Does everyone believe in me?

Speaking of strange, the subordination answered the strange question instantly.

"Yes."

Asteria smiled strangely when she heard the reply.

A kind of laugh that can only be described as a wonder, not a joy, sadness or anger, not a bitter laugh or mockery.

"Right."

I can't imagine what the thought was in that one word, or in my subordination.

The moon peeks into his face from the clouds, illuminating Asteria and the others.

The moon did not tell us what look Asteria had on her face.