It is at midnight, after the announcement of the oatem melon by Abel.
"Ugh... whoa..."
In a dim warehouse, one old man moaned powerlessly.
He is Icarus Isaida, former head of the Alchemy Division.
He lost his position after being scratched for a moment by Abel, who emerged from the side, for the development of a crop he had spent several years studying, now in crisis of phage territorial exile.
I didn't think it could be possible to develop a convenient crop using alchemy.
So I was only letting the inhabitants flinch with the right hopes and do what I wanted to do.
That is certainly true.
But even if that were true, the correction to the report that Abel had filled out was too much of an assessment.
It is true that there are many parts of it that were wrote in error, but Abel's standards to the writer are too high in the first place.
I don't remember being thorough so far and being ridiculed by nerves.
It is no longer a pathological level.
"Why, why do I have to be seen like this! I... this, the great magician Icarus! I was a hero! I've saved this land from Monster Panic, a warcraft disaster! Even so... both of us are ungrateful!
Shouting, I kicked the warehouse wall.
Now Icarus cannot use magic.
In addition to the shackles of the demonic seal, Abel's Spirit-scattered oathème was laid in the warehouse.
That thoroughness kept turning Icarus' nerves upside down.
And the face of Aotem, somewhere, stares at Icarus all the way from all sides.
Icarus was a famous adventurer in the King's Capital when he was young.
At one point Icarus heard a story about a certain great nobleman recruiting an armed sorcerer.
Icarus, who thought it was time to sit back, turned to sell himself into a great nobleman.
At the time Icarus was being held from his surroundings and was completely on the diagram.
But of the four sorcerers gathered at that time, Icarus was to receive the lowest rating.
As a wild adventurer, his name was sold because he originally wanted to stand out, but he was not top notch as a mage serving the great nobility.
Besides, all the other magicians were born of noble nobles, whereas Icarus was the only one born of common people, utterly ignorant, even from greeting to eating practices.
Embarked confidently, Icarus was in a hurry and wasn't even fit to give his usual strength to the full.
I was told I could hire him to do it in a different frame, but that was unacceptable to Icarus with high pride.
That's when Icarus decided.
Trying to stand ahead of the forg before the tail of the dragon.
It was against that background that Icarus served the predecessors of Lark, a poor rural lord.
He kept looking down on his surroundings to distract himself from the reality of jumping into a narrow world, growing as a result, and at the end of the day he was trapped inside a thin dirty warehouse overwhelmed by young lads.
It was then that Rings appeared.
"Mr. Icarus and I have a few things to talk to you about... Yes, there are signs of your lord, see. Seems like a hurry, so could you let me through quickly?
Deceiving the warehouse watch, Rings came to Icarus.
Lingus told Icarus about the plans around him and inspired Icarus with his mouth full of mouth that someone like you couldn't possibly fit into his eyes like this.
If all the Rings stories really go well, we can certainly kick Abel out.
Abel and kick him out, he was as confident as he could convince the lords and the inhabitants.
I can restore my position to some extent, even if it doesn't have to be the way it was before.
"I just put on the difficulty, and here's where I'm going to get bored if I keep arguing. I want backup in a visible way, not a tongue… I mean, you need to show Mr. Icarus' help"
Rings says, somewhat spicy.
Icarus looked at it and laughed with his nose.
"You wonder if I can win."
"No, I don't mean to... just say you want to insure, if you lend me your wisdom"
"Over this period, I can't underestimate that kid either. Sure, he's a monster. I don't know the bottom. So bring up a Vernasse-style duel"
"Vernasse formula...... what is it?
"I guess the missionary lord doesn't know. It's the dueling method used in the magical city of Vernasse."
In the magical city of Vernasse, magicians used to snort at each other constantly.
To this end, a dueling method was created that took safety and equality into account and pursued.
There are some fine arrangements, but most importantly in that they do not allow any exercise other than magic of demon bullets.
If leading magicians compete seriously with each other, their lives will be neglected and the surrounding terrain will not be safe.
Before the Vernasse-style duel was established, restrictions were placed on "none" and "none to ~" for each, but in many cases it developed into an extra rub, poking a hole in the arrangement or, conversely, overinterpreting it.
As a result, arrangements were infiltrated to limit themselves to the magic of demon bullets, where the damage to the surrounding area was not so great that anyone could handle it.
Icarus, as two names implied, had absolute confidence in the magic of manipulating demon bullets.
Demon bullets are somewhat short of firepower to deal with advanced warcraft, and magic that lacks application, but if you fight against people, hit one demon bullet and that's where it ends.
This is why Icarus is called superior in interpersonal combat.
But Abel's bottomlessness was also shaking Icarus' confidence slightly.
Then you can drag your opponent down to your mound with the rules.
If you confine yourself to fighting between demon bullets, you can never lose.
Demon bullets are commonly the generic term for magic that creates spheres based on the magic of flames, water, wind and light, and injects them into the target.
Bullets pictorial of the soil, which is a constant and constant form, are often separately classified because of the very different moulds of the magic formations, and in many cases they are also not recognized in Vernasse-style duels.
The Demon Bullet has the advantage of being able to aim and eject at a target, but it is said that it is very difficult to control to maintain its shape and requires a three-fold magic power to make it bigger at a time.
In other words, if one has more than a certain strength with another, the power of the Demon Bullet depends only on the part: 'How can one calmly and quickly perform the exercise of magic without mistake'.
In that regard, Icarus was always confident that he could continue to exercise his magic with accuracy close to full score if limited to demon bullets.
What matters on top of that is the timing of shooting demon bullets, the type of demon bullets, and the rush to strategy.
In rushes such as strategy, Icarus had no intention of taking a back seat on Abel.
At least, we can expect to win far more than a simple magic battle.
"Thank you, missionary, for giving me a chance to be resurrected."
"Yeah, I believe you and I should be able to get along, too,"
Rings smiles.
Icarus is no fool either.
I didn't know where Rings' ultimate goal was, but I knew I was in charge and being used.
It was also a mystery why I was grasping information on the Lord's side so far.
But still, I couldn't refuse Rings' invitation.
If you leave here, you're done.
That's not what Lingus found out about what he wanted to do on Phage territory.
"Please. If you can't drop me here, there won't be any later for me..."
Then everything went as Rings told me, and he also succeeded in convincing Abel to accept that he would have a duel at the Vernasse ceremony.
In accordance with the vernasse-style duel, rest is sandwiched in the name of spiritual unity.
This also inherently includes the reason that the sorcerer gets fit and makes an equal duel, as well as the implication of cooling the sorcerer's head and reducing the extra duel.
On the day of the duel, Icarus headed to the square, the stage of the duel.
Slap Abel down here.
Then, based on that fact, he eases his position and leads him to recovery, beating Abel out of Phage territory as he is.
Whatever, you can kill him as he is in a duel.
It would be condemned, but it was a far more sensible means than leaving behind an array that did not know what to do.
There was already a crowd in the square who heard the noise.
It was as busy as if it were going to start at some kind of party, but in doing so, everyone's expression is uniformly dark and we discuss it in a low voice, in vain.
I guess you're worried about what will happen to the territory from now on.
Icarus stands at its center and waits for Abel to come.
In the crowd, Abel still didn't look like him.
Lark, the lord, was already here, but we still have a little time until the scheduled time.
It's not strange if you haven't come yet.
But to Icarus, Lark seemed somewhere in a hurry.
As he blues his face, he glimpses the side of the lord's hall every once in a while.
Icarus thought strangely, but at this time I hadn't kept him that concerned.
Then a while went by.
Didn't show up yet.
Lark heard something from Eurice, who came to report with a blue face, and held his head.
Icarus wondered if Abel, who noticed his prospects, had escaped.
I've had to punch in a decision, but this is a lot to gain.
Abel will later be going to argue that this dueling method was advantageous to Icarus, but Abel has already acknowledged that he will be dueling at the Vernasse ceremony once.
be sufficient material to incite distrust of the people.
Besides, there's got to be some support from Lingus.
Then a little time passes, and Lark orders Marias, the servant girl who was beside him, to do something.
Marias rushed to the Lords' Hall after receiving an order from Lark.
Lark walked awkwardly to near Icarus to the inhabitants, pinching one cough and opening his teasing mouth.
"Lord Abel... said he caught a cold. He doesn't seem to be feeling well, so I figured I'd postpone it for a day..."
The squares I was bothering with, instantly quieted back to Singh.
Icarus, too, didn't know what it was.
I looked at Rings wondering if he had set something up, but Rings was also wrinkling between his eyebrows with his mouth open.
Rings also throws his confused eyes back to Icarus.
He seemed to think Icarus might have done something.
The two men stared at each other for a while, but thought it was not okay to be taken too far around, and took their gaze away.
"............... is that a pseudo disease?
Almost at the same time Icarus groaned in surprise, a booming storm rolled in by the residents.
Sorcerers of Icarus' side curse and burn the inhabitants that this is not always an opportunity.
The Vernasse-style duel was experiencing a crisis of interruption due to Abel's lack of disease.