Then me and Peter, his entourage, Munich, and Altamia, who followed him in the stream, moved to the guest room under the guidance of Eurice.
Peter turns to Munich after rushing Eurice to get out fast.
Munich nods small and puts a cane tip on the door.
"চ া ব ি (Keys)"
A magic formation floats at the door.
I magically locked it.
"ব া ধ া জ ্ জ া (Deploying Connections)"
Continue waving the wand, putting up a simple soundproofing junction in the room, then bow your head to Peter.
"Thank you, Munich"
"Easier magic than none."
It would be a measure to keep the conversation from leaking, but if the magician cares about it, he'll be able to break it right outside.
Munich had a cramped grin on his mouth.
My hands are shaking with puffiness.
I put my hand gently on my mouth.
I left my mouth as I thought.
Let's not say anything unnecessary.
"Uh... does that mean you let me through Atashi, Sir Pelterre?
Altamia stops at Peter.
"... Altamia, it's been long enough since then, so I can't tell you not to go out in public. Which way, you couldn't have stopped it if you had forced it. But I didn't think you'd be here. The high elf took me away... Abel's over there, you were a big liar. I should have realized this possibility sooner."
In the heavy air, conversations are exchanged.
Altamia, Munich's mouth was tightly tied when she heard, and her shoulder tremor stopped perfectly.
Then she turns her gaze toward Altamia and her neck toward Peter.
"Dear Peter... What if this is the legendary alchemist, Altamia!?
"Yeah, that's right. The worst witch, Altamia."
Peter says in a bitter tone.
I even knew it was thin that you two were familiar.
I had heard from Altamia that Sir Pelterre was biting because Altamia was to be drawn to the tower.
There was a slight silence and Aramia broke the hard look all at once.
"What, lie, no,! I don't know what that means! I really don't know what that means!? Oh, is this Lord Pelterre? Why!?"
Altamia stands beside Peter with a leap characteristic of the Spirit Body, touching his body with impudence.
"That's good, you're cute. Oh, but, no! I can't believe Sir Pelterre dyed his hands contraindicated by the way he dressed women, like he painted that serious picture! Oh, can I take off my mask? Hey, hey, what's going on with your sights? I thought it was thinly suspicious, but since when have you been interested in women's clothing?
"... Dear Peter, order us to dispose of this thing"
The colour of the tension disappears from Munich's appearance.
Saying in a pale voice, he turns his cane toward Altamia.
"... I was somewhat prepared when I brought him here. Though it was worse than I expected. Just Munich, keep it down. Your present is Altamia the Witch, the apex of the Alchemist. She's stronger than this weasel."
…………
Munich turns his suspicious eyes to Altamia.
If I see how she is now, I can't help but doubt it.
I, too, am stunned by Altamia's unusual high tension.
I've never seen Altamia so dry.
I'm pulling a little vegan, too.
"Hey, hey, how come? Hey, why not? Tell scattered athletes, that punishment strikes them, that unnatural life is not guided by the circle, that it's treason against the God of Law, that it's a bad example of all the sorcerers in the world, and how did you end up being a woman when you just extended your life?
Altamia bangs on Peter's shoulder.
I don't know what to do, I want to leave the room gently.
"Dear Peter! Why, why is it left behind! I will not tolerate any further disrespect to Lord Peter because I am a witch......!
"... I used to have my troubles cleaned up nearly ten times, so I can't get my head up. That's enough. Think of Altamia as missing. I need to talk to Abel."
Tell Peter like he's exhausted.
"Peter, too, you had a tough time..."
I was very sympathetic.
Indeed, it must have been Peter who asked Altamia to build the tower for the sealing of Apocalypse (the big goldfish).
I guess I owed you a lot of other things to see how this went.
"... Anyway, this is Abel's application for permission to build the Magic Wave Tower. From the eagle, you can root for funding through other nobles. The royal seal is solid, so it won't be a problem."
"Sasasu, Mr. Peter! Those two rings of authority, they were worth keeping with Mr. Peter!
I stood up and rejoiced, reaching for Peter and shook his hand unexpectedly.
"Not deposited! Because the testament of the former Pope and the testament of the Archdeacon of Amor both belong to Lord Peter!
Munich yells with her cheeks bright red.
Peter waves his head small as he looks at my face smiling.
"... it's not hard for Lord Pelterre to keep an eye on Abel either"
Look at me and Peter with the eyes that Altamia awakens.
"You guys... you don't seem to be aware, but you're not so different either, are you?
I get my permit, I sing my nose and I check the contents.
I checked, but I'm getting anxious.
Whether it's rolled or not, it just looks like all the content I put out is cleared as it is.
I had a habit of getting out of Lark and including everything I could think of in half as a joke in order to increase the requirement for a permit to go through a bit.
But that's what all the mares are attached to it, from corner to corner.
It's a little unrealistic.
Are you sure you're reading this, this guy?
At the end of the sentence, permission even goes down to pseudo-magic cannons that in a sense exceed the speed of light, gathering surplus magic from the Magic Wave Tower to shoot out powerful directional gravitational waves, distorting and twisting linear spaces without time difference.
When we're done with this stuff, we can wipe the Royal Castle off Phage territory if that bothers you.
"Um, Mr. Peter, did you get a good look at this? I don't care what they say, I don't trust you a little bit when they give me this and I'm okay with this. No matter how much I make, I won't make it like this."
I opened the gravity cannon page of the permit and held it down with my left hand, tapping it with my right hand.
"Then don't let that happen to Master Peter..."
From Munich's mouth, a voice of condemnation leaks against me without power.
Peter coughed up, poked his elbows at his desk, and put his hands together.
"... Actually, I have a favor to ask of Abel. One is that somehow, the eagle and the Kudr God want us to bridge. The other... I want you to capture one pillar of the Four Creating Gods, the obliteration of Levi, the god of water, and Pope Sarteria. The Land of Leaveras is definitely moving within reach."