Two days have passed since the day of the duel.
My health has fully recovered.
Looks like the demon scattered oatem worked just fine this time.
I was in Lark's room, writing this and paperwork, whether it was a feather pen or not.
The documents are about future plans.
We need to improve the oatem melon, and we need to wrap up the Alchemy Division and beat it in about the oatem.
Much remains to be done.
No, it's more the real deal from here.
Earlier on, I heard the good news when I called in front of the office.
"Dear Lark. This is about the biomagic of the example Abel was suggesting... what should we do?
'... more than Eurice said and took him out. It would lead to a great loss of trust if we let him get in the way. Something about that kid's likely convincing compromise... I would rather know Marias and Linoa more about that, so I want an opinion'
'I'm sorry, Master Lark, I'm on my own...'
'No, if we missed the other day, the forces of the Icarus were revving again... in that regard, we have no choice. It was the best...... should be'
Perhaps around Lark, Eurice, Marias and Linoa were discussing the permits I was applying for.
If that looks like it, we shouldn't be talking about nothing at all.
... because Icarus was dying with a hole in his abdomen, but somehow I saved my life with biomagic.
Although, I wasn't feeling well then either, so I was really just connecting my life for now.
Icarus looked old all at once after he woke up and was completely grown up.
Maybe he was treated by me.
As soon as the interrogation on the matter is over and his health is at full speed, he plans to dispose of Phage Territory's permanent exile along with two former side magicians who wish to accompany him.
Ultimately, the Autemgur commotion led Icarus to disguise the victim as one of his followers in an attempt to exploit the creditworthiness of Lingus, deceiving Lingus and applying to me for a duel to restore his own position. I knew Icarus lacked strength, so I guess he was trying to win by eroding my body by more spells after pushing his areas of specialty into battle... and seemed to settle for that.
There are rumors that Icarus was trying to assassinate me in advance.
Seriously, Icarus. You suck.
Whatever it is, some of the inhabitants who believed in Icarus by this also completely re-saddled and rather seem to have a strong anger towards Icarus.
I feel like there's a lot going on, but it's nothing to my detriment, so I leave it alone.
Nor did Rings seem intact, but ended up losing a lot of credibility.
On top of that, Lark has put about three credible people on the lookout for Lingus, and if there's any unusual movement, he can tell them to hold him instantly.
Even if you're up to something, this doesn't make a bad move.
Nevertheless, given the magnitude of Rings' teasing so far, I'm concerned about how far he can go when he really moves.
I want you to leave voluntarily, if possible.
"Abel, are you sure you're okay now?
Meir, who was beside me, calls out.
"Oh, we're all set. I'm two days late. Starting tomorrow, I need to fall under the guidance of the Alchemy Division. To that end, we will gather together the requirements within today and mass-produce autoems for training…. And there's something I'd like to ask Mr. Linoa."
"To Mr. Linoa?
"Yeah, because the Noirs are short but powerful and clever at their fingertips, and a lot of people are good at demon ore processing. Look, I'm not clever enough to make something like that."
"By Abel, the fingertips are clever... Ah"
He came to think of something, and Meir shut up.
... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, I can't get my hands on those things because I don't have enough power.
So until now, I have let precious ore rot in my hands.
Yes, it is a mysterious floating ore, which was used on the walls of the ruins of Zeshm.
With that one, you should also be able to make swords that fly around at superfast speeds.
"I still have some challenges...... do you want to focus on paperwork and theory making today"
Looking out the futon window, I saw a group of people in red, blue and yellow cluttered making armor leaving the village.
It is armor with Nargarn scales.
The only material I have is that one, so I guess I've just divided the colors evenly for now.
I needed to make a few, so making one at a time is pretty coarse. Especially looking out of sight.
Maybe it's hard there and excellent as a protective gear.
I stood out of my chair and put my hand at the window.
"... blah blah blah, that's awesome"
"... Meir None, either. In the meantime, he seems to be wearing protective gear in time, so I can't help it. Eurice said once the deal came back, we could improve it."
Phage territory is now recovering.
There will be no choice but to have a variety of untouched parts.
… especially in terms of appearance.
"Speaking of deals, the lord said he would sell off the artwork his grandfather had collected in the basement and hit the reconstruction! They're organizing it tomorrow! Because of this, and let's follow and watch! Maybe if I told you I wanted Abel, one or two dishes would be unconditional!
"Uh-huh, I'm not really into that sort of thing."
Because of this, the cards I spread are already becoming popular in the realm.
This also seems to be a wingman in raising my impression in the realm.
The Lords support us as much as they can, and impressions from the Lords are good.
It's really becoming my ideal territory.
Looking out the window, a church in the middle of construction caught my eye.
It is the church of Leavie, the god of water.
Later concerns… are frigid missionaries and the presence of someone who was attacking the territory.
Perhaps they are identical.
There is still support from the people, and there is also no solid evidence that they were attacking the territory.
You can't get ahead poorly.
I still don't see the purpose clearly, and I don't know my strength.
He is an incomprehensible opponent of all kinds.
"We need to get back on our minds..."
When I squeal, Meir follows my gaze and finds the church.
"... is that someone who's building it missing? Are you taking a break?
"Yeah?"