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"It's Lecan."
A strange silence arose after Lecan named him.
Eventually Eliza took her gaze off Lecan.
"That's what I'm asking you now. Here."
It's the fancy couch that pointed that way.
Eliza is waiting for Lekan to sit down. Recan wondered.
(When I met with the Knight Trog last time)
(Trog sat first on his own)
(But today I'm the trog boss, and here's probably the greatest one)
(Waiting for me to sit down)
(What the hell is this?
Lecan had other concerns. It is a neighborhood.
The neighborhood is huge when you do it, and there are two likely armed figures, probably knights, and two wizards with considerable magic. And there are a lot of magic props. If you deal with those four, the knight trog, and the thread man at the same time, you can't win easily. And this building is going to be full of enemies.
(Well, I'm not killin 'at the moment)
(Doesn't seem like we should take it and eat it)
(Let it be done for now)
Lecan decided to sit on the couch. But the couch and table are small and difficult to sit on.
"" Floating "" Move ""
It seemed like a pretty heavy sofa, so I applied "float" and then "move". Land the sofa about half a step back.
He sat on the couch somewhat deep and put his right foot on his left knee. It's a rude gesture to show in front of a nobleman. Neither Eliza nor the Knight Trog complained even though it was. The matter was suspicious.
Eliza also sat down and sent a signal to the thread man with her eyes. The thread man bowed his head deeply before exiting the room.
"And the Marquis of Palsimo is also a bad person. If we were to send Lord Lecan, we would have sent him, and you could have let us know. You're welcome, you don't interfere."
"What are you talking about?
"Nevertheless, rumors are irreplaceable. The Magic Knights of the Marquis of Palsimo had heard that magic was a brilliant thing but had no strength or purpose to fight fleshshell battles. Or is Lord Lecan special?
I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about.
I really didn't know. But I remember the name Palsimo. In the Great Labyrinth of the Kingdom of Zaka, on the outskirts of the southeast lies the Palsimo Labyrinth, also known as the "Magic Labyrinth". The Marquis of Palsimo should be the monarch of the Palsimo Labyrinth City.
"But if you are taking badly what you refused to do when you were previously asked to send a Knights dispatch to attack the Palsimo Labyrinth, that is a misunderstanding. At that time, there were circumstances that prevented us from sending the Knights."
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about. You must be mistaken. I have nothing to do with Parsimo."
Eliza frowned like a shapely frown and sighed small.
"In the secret appraisal room, Lord Lecan seems alarmed. I hear you took the cane out of the box you gave to that coat. Until it was taken out, however, he said there was nothing at all like putting a cane in that coat. Even after I put a cane in it. This can't be a normal box."
Speaking of which, recently, it seems that no one cares, so Lecan didn't really care, but Lecan's Storage is very different from the Box in this world.
(Shit)
(Have you been a little too distracted)
(The Comet Slasher carried it in the box on purpose.)
(I was inadvertent about the wand)
"Such a" box "is nowhere to be found. Except for the Rafter Roof, recently developed by the Palsimo Institute of Magic.
(Whoa)
(Is there actually a "box" like that?
"We're not completely indifferent to Parsimo territory."
(That)
(Haven't you declared you're sneaking in a secret detective?
"I brought you some tea"
"Get in."
A thread man spoke from the outside, and the knight trog replied.
Two servants opened the door from both sides, and a samurai carried the tea on the wagon indoors, followed by a thread man.
When the samurai was putting the tea in the cup, the thread man gave Eliza the folded piece of paper.
Tea was placed on the table, and the samurai and the thread man withdrew.
"Enjoy while it's hot"
"Hmm. Smells good."
I carried it to my mouth and inhaled the hot air into my nasal cavity. Fuzzy, with tannic and sweet but deep aromas, Rekan was wrapped up.
If I rinsed it slightly, there was a strange response even though it was rusty, and it was intense. The taste starts to smudge in the back of my tongue.
"Good."
"That's good. By the way, Lord Lecan has more magic than the head wizard of my Marquis. Is it true that a wizard with this amount of magic is outside the magic city of Palsimo?"
Is there a magic prop that weighs the amount of magic? I also feel like I'm making it if it's like a yacklebend or something. Or is the wizard in the next room the master of magic sensing skills?
"Maybe that lead wizard is the woman who, of the two wizards in the next room, is sitting on the Okinawan side manipulating something like a big magic prop?
Eliza's expression froze.