There is no official residence for the Führer. It's a question of whether we can call this an official residence.
In other words, the vast majority would say that the king is firmer than the designation Führer.
The place is supposedly closest to the tower of Babel, just past the wealthy. Naturally, it can only be transferred by coordinate code from the transfer gate, so come on, it's not a place where everyone can come.
An iron fence surrounds the perimeter of a few kilometres, and at its deepest point it is. The guards included units of the security forces, including several high-ranking magicians.
A vast palace so magnificent and even frightening that it seems anachronistic.
Large corridors supported by a number of giant pillars. The brilliant light that leaks out of it is as if it is also held at a ball every night.
Fresco painting on the wall.
Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling at equal intervals. Over-decorated armor in the portrait. A sword scattered with gems.
There may be rumours that you shouldn't listen to the fact that you have exhausted all your luxury. You think there's a huge treasure trove in the basement like you've never seen before in this palace?
But few know it.
It depends exactly on the royal palace.
However, although only the appearance is likely to appear in the dream story, it creates a slightly murderous atmosphere, since inside its fruit it is also the place to preside over internal and external affairs.
Someone still runs for a small run. If I were to accidentally break a pot or something, would this old man work for free all his life?
No, there will be no blame to that extent only on him.
Either way, there's a good reason for him to rush.
Sisernia, the lord of the royal palace, and prayer among the beholders. However, this time, I am asking you to pass me to the office, so I will go up to the third floor while turning a long hallway that I know on my own, and I will also take a small run. This is how he runs to whip the old body for the news that the instructed one has arrived.
This is not his original role, but I didn't deny it when I lay down straight.
When we arrived that way, the clothes containing the gold embroidery the senior officials deserved had changed color with sweat.
In front of the door, a man who seems to be bent is wearing armor to protect him. One of the guards knocked instead of an old man with a dead branch of arms when he exchanged a nodding glance at one of them.
The voice of an elderly woman echoes from inside.
There will be no one in this royal palace who does not know the Lord of that voice. Meet Lynne Kimmel, the vicinity of the Führer Cicernia.
"Master Hooliva, please come in"
The old man sends the wind into his clothes with a hatchet when his name is called with a voice that sounds like a bell ringing, and bows down and enters the room not to expose him to a slight indiscretion.
An old man who just got to the bottom of it. He ran so far because he couldn't afford the time.
"Dear Cicernia, the Governor General is here to see you"
The vast bundles of paper overlapping the large desk directly in front of them are now waiting for the king's seal of approval to be stamped.
No, this Führer might have already finished the job.
There was a slight mixture of the smell of ink in the citrus aroma.
"Thank you, Hooliva, I'm sorry, but could you please take the Governor?
"What!"
Whether or not you have physical strength in a situation where you also have to go back and forth. When was the first time I had started pulling sweat, I was taken aback by my depressed face.
The Governor has already arrived at the Royal Palace. If so, I will have to hurry more than I did earlier because I am keeping you waiting.
"Dear Cicernia, I was just wondering if it would be harsh for an elder. And it doesn't seem necessary."
Two seniors at the head of home affairs and foreign affairs. It is this man, Huliba Süller, the elder, who holds those two together.
Hooliva never feels angry when she is said to be harsh. I wanted to thank Lynne for her help.
But there are a few things that don't need to be...
"Yes, how long?"
"About two minutes."
and recall that Hooliva was so by saying until the exact time.
Lynne was such a detective magician as to be called Alpha's Eye.
Two minutes to back it up, I didn't count it, but it would be about that with a physical sense.
The head of the military showed his face. Along with that, Lynne arranges a teacup with tea on the table.
Beric entered the room and bowed his head deeply as he came to the front of Cicernia. Exactly the military man, Beric, is not young again either... on the contrary, it is a good time to retire already, but the salute undisturbed by its pins and stretched spine seems to be an example to the military man.
"Thank you Beric for having responded to my summons. You could have gone from me."
"Let's make a fuss about that. Something happened to you that called me more than that."
Bellick is distracted by the fact that he has an elder on the spot.
Belik and Hooliva are the only ones I don't know on this occasion.
And what it is naturally comes from the meeting of seven countries that returned the other day.
"It's been a little bad. First of all, I will tell you that we have decided to hold a magic tournament. It's just that this time, Balmes is deregulating... no, it should be called repealing it."
"Say?
"It has been decided to acquiesce in soliciting students from other countries"
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Will the consternation be greater for Hooliva than for Beric?
"Princess, then to the military decline of my Alpha... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hooliva was so upset that she didn't even realize that she had called Cicernia a princess because of her long-standing habits.
"Lord Huliba, I think it's something else that concerns Master Cicernia more than that."
As a hooliva who has done the state budget, I couldn't think of anything more important than that, and I could only return my gaze of doubt to Belik.
Bellick then sets aside for one breath and turns back to Cicernia.
"Ars."
"Yeah, it means he's also the subject of solicitation. Ars said he didn't mean to, but he doesn't know how to fall depending on what other countries present. Even if this year's contestants travel to other countries, as long as he's there, Alpha's advantage won't change."
If you say so much, Hooliva can grasp the importance of things. How many thousand magicians in line does Ars merit?
It means even calculating it would be ridiculous given his continental recapture.
But it's not strange when he loses his life in the outside world more than he is also a human being. I understand that it is the dreaded place of the outside world that won't last that long.
If I think about it, I still think it would be more effective to count it.
But the Führer and the Governor in front of him do not envisage that option either fine dust.
(Well, does Ars have that much power, I was just a kid when I saw it before, but no, you still weren't childish. Does that mean I could only spot it to that extent)
Regardless, I'm not going to put these two forward in my mouth.
"It's hard to imagine Als leaving Alpha, because he's the one who can leave if he wants to. As Cicernia knows, Ars has offered to retire once."
"That's why."
"Now I buy valuable literature and stuff from other countries and use it as a chain,"
Bellick would not, I opened my mouth thinking. What's in the alpha should be almost as knowledge. That's why we're touching the wisdom of other countries.
If you start using the same hand in other countries, you won't win.
"It must be difficult."
In other words, Beric anticipates that he wants the peace of mind that it's absolute.
"I heard an interesting story there, so I called on the Governor General to prepare for it"
"What is preparation?
"Why should Balmes lift the solicitation?"
Cicernia tells us more about what Ars heard from Jean and finishes the whole meeting without covering it up.
"I was wondering if you could pick the best of the Viceroy to put your exploration into Balmes."
Cicernia wondered if deregulation could be rebuffed before being solicited. It is Balmes who must be particularly careful. Other countries will also do solicitation to Ars. But as long as we can grip our weaknesses against Balmes, we can also nail them against other countries.
"You mean illegally entering Balmes! If they find out, it won't be easy."
"It's okay, Hooliva. Perhaps Balmes should be dividing quite a few magicians into crusades, so if you're a few elite, you won't be noticed. Lynne will help you, too."
"I'm in awe"
Bellick thought there was a chance of winning even if he wasn't so sure. If you're spending more than a month crusading, it's important in a small, weak country like Balmes.
If you ask me, I still don't seem to have succeeded in the crusade.
"Dear Cicernia, do you mean to take the crusade within us?"
"Yeah, Ars wouldn't have a problem, would he?
"There's no problem, except if you take it on, right?
…… Can't you?
"Probably. I don't know what Ars thinks himself, but to not fish with something"
"Isn't that the precious literature you were just saying and what you did?
"This is a lot of stuff that goes out of the door, and it's not something you get early. I'm also promising to transfer ten old books."
Bellick shook his face to the left and right to include regret that he could not do this with a handover.
(I should have at least kept about two books)
"For what's missing, well, you should look in the treasure trove. There must be something there."
Are you sure, Master Cicernia?
"Depends on what you're talking about."
"Subject to a tournament appearance... he'll probably even assume the victory"
"Right. It's time to win. Well, fine."
"So, even if we can clear this case, it will be a crusade."
"Can't you do something with the money?
"Then you won't have a hard time."
Cicernia looked up as well as she knew.
Hooliva, who was listening to the two of them in a blatant fashion, naturally questions.
"Lord Ars is the magician of this country, isn't he? Then why don't you just give me an order?
Sigh leaked out from everyone but Hooliva somewhere.
"Ars doesn't have that kind of sense of purpose. That's why I offer to retire. I moved by order because I was engaged until the year I could be discharged. If we're going to impose it, we're going to retire, and we're going to go to another country. That's why it still doesn't make sense that I didn't do anything like this. That's why I'm going to college, and I'm keeping the possibility that I can get you to move in an emergency. It's all because of Letty.
It may be a bad way to say it, but just being able to negotiate with things will yield enough results "
Hooliva changes her mind as to whether it is possible to treat her out of the ordinary course. A boy named Ars who is so appreciated. It would still mean that Hooliva didn't understand.
He thought that magicians were just proud people fighting for humanity because of your country, but they didn't.
"First, in infiltrating, I'll ask a visaist. Exactly. If Lord Lynne were here, we wouldn't have a problem."
"Sir Visaist would be relieved."
Lynne's eyes are also highly valued by Beric. With her, the success rate of intelligence would be extraordinary.
So I see Lynne as if Cicernia remembered something.
"Speaking of which, Lynne. I heard Ars was interested in your eyes."
"Eh! Yeah, well, yeah... but"
Lynne, remembering a touch of anxiety, could only agree with Cicernia, who came with a full grin.
"Was it the devil's eye? Surely Ars would be interested."
Beric raises his cheek to affirm.
"What does that mean..."
Whatever you two are ordered to do, Lynne has no right of veto. Such a finished atmosphere surrounded her.
"Yeah, Ars would be fine. I'm sure."
"Right. Ars wouldn't do anything wrong. I'm sure."
People's bad laughter created more suspicious ghosts in Lynne.
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"Huhhhhhh!?
Ciel raised her feverish voice inside the protective wall.
It's about knowing one end of her feelings if it turns into a frozen world in front of her.
Without this protective wall, it would have easily been ice marinated to where the Syels were.
How cold the hell is it outside this membrane?
That's what I thought. During the bundle, multiple lightning strikes broke the frozen ground and raised white smoke.
The speed you capture with your vision is a physical skill that is impossible for you.
If you look at these fights, you'll see that Loki was helping you out.
Slash it up from the bottom so that Ars can see through the frozen ground.
Then a pointed ice column was born one after the other, about the same height from the tip of the blade, running straight to Loki.
"Ice Pillars!!
It was Tesfir shining the color of her eyes who raised her voice so.
"I wish I could do that."
Whether I regretted it or not, there was a heartfelt look from the side at my phylogenetic magic that was served one after the other.
"You're faster than you've ever seen."
Ars analyzes the reaction rate of the loki to be avoided.
Perhaps we can call detection sonar not only a blind spot, but an achievement that we use all the time. It means it's fast for a moment and captures the coordinates where the magic is exercised. To actually embody magic, transfer magic to coordinates and follow the process of reconfiguration. It's like there's no time lag.
But that was also the big one.
I wouldn't be too cautious if they weren't as tall as Ars.
Loki's magic power was constantly decreasing because of it.
"In the meantime, you'd better keep fighting and figure out when to use Sonar efficiently with your senses"
"Yes!"
A pleasant reply returns with repeated rough breaths.
"Okay, so what do we do next?
Ars points directly above with his index finger.
Naturally, Loki noticed, but she couldn't let me.
The three of them look up straight at each other so that they can be caught.
"What is that!!
Seeing magic that Ciel had never seen before, he asked for a commentary on the same lineage of Tesfir.
"Frozen Prison" Despire Excite "!
I realize, however, that the magnitude and quantity of magic Tesfir herself knows are different. Exactly like a hanging ceiling sight but it should be less complete as magic. It is slightly inferior to the completed form of Death Pier Expedition, a frozen prison known to itself.
This later development closed my mouth more than the correction.
The ceiling is cramped with giant ice columns. That's the only way not to have a minute's gap.
There was a magic jail of ice, a magic name given the meaning of execution.
As Ars waved the knife down, the ice-column with its sharp tip pointing directly down fell simultaneously as the thread was cut.
Loki responded with an electric shock. Though it has succeeded in some destruction, sand and dust cover one side with a tremendous shock sound. The ice-column that finished the role is misty as it crumbles.
Ars also creates some clearance to avoid direct strikes, keeping his power to a minimum.
It was the three of us who showed Loki himself, but we'll make sure he's safe soon. That was because the metal sounds of bumping into each other in the smoke.
But that stops right away, too.
A buzzer rang at the end of the match as he confirmed Loki's appearance on the wall by reason of the smoke gap.
"You're out of magic."
"I'm sorry"
Loki grabs the hand she's reached out of embarrassment and leans down on her face.
"You're lying!? I beat Loki, the three-digit magician!
Ciel, who still seems to rub her eyes, actually scratches her cheeks.
"You see why we're being trained by Al?
Alice says a little proud, but the look was just a little crumbling.
That could be true, too. Because I couldn't have been coached like this without the President's mouthpiece.
Ciel is not looking for anything contained in the word. Instead, I get a feeling that I want to be taught a little by Ars.
(Definitely, I can be strong)
Ciel gained a similar conviction to his instincts that he was a shortcut to becoming another step stronger.
If it hadn't been for the impact of the battle, she might have shouted with her fists up without even caring for her side.
"Gain the heavens"?
Well, it's a different story if it's a prediction and she actually does. But it is also true that I felt so sure.
So her voice surprised the two a little.
"Surely, Ars, if I ask you for guidance, are we going to talk to the president of the board?
Now I feel like I can guess why.
"Ciel, are you serious?
The voice of doubt can be directly judged by Sisty, a former single magician who Tesfir couldn't take a step forward? That's what it is.
"I mean it, too. I don't feel like losing now."
To what? There's no voice for that. Instead I get anxious about Ciel's invincible grin.
herself, she was confident that her mouth valve to be taught could be done with enthusiasm. Maybe it's so linear in character by then.
If I decide to do this, I will stick with it. That can also be connected to her diligence.
I'll be right back.
I raised my voice and left the training ground. If Ars hadn't unraveled it at the same time as the game ended, he would have clashed as promised, seeing as how he wouldn't even notice the protective wall he'd unraveled at some point.
What jumped first into Ciel's eyes out of the compartment where he was was was a strange gaze that was showered by many contestants.
Those eyes are all about "what the hell is going on in there" all the time.
Faculty accidents, too? But that's what I'm talking about. But the question remains of what could have been dispelled from the appearance of Ciel who came out.
In retrospect, I can't count thunderbolts, shock sounds and perceptions in the explosion. I would have turned to those who came out of the same eyes if I hadn't known inside just like them.
Ciel is often immersed in the feeling of superiority that he got a chance at the same time as he was uncomfortable.
That said, what's going on inside? What a distress to be heard was visible, so Ciel rushed to blame even though he could say "sorry soba" with his hands on his mouth.