Shut-in Magician

The Chancellor told the officials something and forced them to take their seats off, leaving Xiu and I alone.

"You may not believe me, but this wasn't meant to be"

"Yes," replied Siu, "I guess so," he nodded in his heart. And

"I think it's reasonable to harass them enough to give them white gold coins."

And I went on, and they looked disgusted.

"... My country and Steyburn are not close. You know that, don't you?

Though I nodded, I would have liked it to be re-said not the Delf and Steyburn countries, but the Delf countries and everything else. Because this country is trying to create a trigger for war everywhere.

People I know in the Delf Country say that the nobles in the country are fighting each other in the first place. Even in this case of fake currency, the prime minister apparently has a killer's eye-catcher.

"There are still many who disagree with this agreement. Moreover, the Oscarius family lent a hand to the rescue of the prince. Some people get angry about it."

"It's too much coincidence."

"That's right. The situation also leaned toward favourable conditions there."

"Yeah, but I don't know about politics."

"I guess so. Look at me like this, I know it well. You have no interest in power."

Siu clapped his shoulders and did not reply. It was too obvious for me to reply. The Chancellor did not care, but vomited stupidity.

"I can't help but spend all my money, such as fighting. The nobles have their eyes full of immediate interests, and they know nothing of what is true. This time it will also be the royalty's bid. You idiots."

The tone is getting worse, but Siu shuts up wisely. The Chancellor narrowed his eyes and looked at Siu.

"You said earlier you'd dispose of this, didn't you? I mean..."

"I won't take care of it because it means erasing the evidence. Well, I'll tell Kilik orally."

"You're not gonna show me the real thing, are you?

"Yes."

"... ok. Bye."

One at a time, I got it.

"Let's ask for a disposition. I want to see it just in case, okay?

"For each other, right? Go ahead."

That's what I say, I use magic, and I rush to chant.

"Junction, Separation, Extraction, Adjustment, Dissolution, Training."

I broke down all the white gold coins. I put it back in the material because I couldn't get rid of it. Ingot for each type.

"Finally," Purification "and. Oh, I knew you had a lot of mixtures. That there is less platinum. Look, it looks like he was using silver to color it. Terrible."

"Wow, looks like they showed me something"

"Really? Everything is low."

"Magic felt again, according to the intelligence of those who use it. Great stuff."

It was a flatness that didn't sound like it was complimenting me. Siu had no choice but to answer and proceeded with the conversation. Take notes out, write formula quantities, and give them to them.

"Perpetrator, please look for me. If this fake shows up in Steyburn, we'll decide it's from there and investigate."

"I know. I didn't want to borrow it, but I had no choice. Ask for the cost of this' paper 'with its ingots. For the reward..."

Officials came back in the middle of the conversation. It's a lot of sweat because I came running. Before I could breathe, I was handing a leather bag to the Chancellor that looked heavy. The table of bags was embroidered with a family crest that appeared to belong to the Chancellor. The Chancellor handed the bag straight to Siu.

"Now it shall be a grace. Do you mind?"

"Appraisal" to confirm the contents, though I knew it.

"... is it Augusta Imperial Gold Coin"

"It's worth a lot more. More than Rocca Money."

"But you have trouble using it, don't you? You really do amazing things, just for harassment."

"Huh. I don't care. But the value of it is not the 'currency' itself. It's also of historical value."

"I know. I can't dissolve poorly. So it doesn't seem to be as useful as showing off to some nobleman and bragging."

"Isn't that good? Drinking it into a dish is delicious."

"It's a bad taste."

When Siu pulled a step back, for the first time, the Chancellor gave him a real grin.

"You said Siu. I am Elms-Dalmstadt. I'll see you again."

"I don't want to see you, but I'll remember"

The Chancellor replied with a snort and left the spot. Officials rush to follow suit again. The leftover Siu was to be waited there for a while.

Returning to the inn, he was taken to Kilik's room, not the dining room, and it was a dinner party. When the innkeeper leaves, everyone will be there at once. Does it feel like there's been a loss of power from your body? Kilik is dressed up in thoughtless pieces, but the others have an atmosphere of mental fatigue.

"There was a lot going on, but you managed to be safe"

Cyril said that on behalf of me, and I said, "Let's drink to that." Digirre is in a hurry to prepare booze and glasses, split with Rebecca and spinning them to everyone. I have a sense of intimacy, but there was actually also Hans, Prince of Steyburn, here. Yeld is working on him.

"Your Highness Hans must have been tired too."

"Yeld was on me, so it's not as good as that. Thank you for your help."

"No. Well done, good luck"

Hans is leaving the royal castle early tomorrow morning because of that. I didn't seem to want to hear a long greeting from the morning. The resignation alone was a day away, so what else?

Next to the two laboring conversations, Kirik has taken off his jacket early. Besides, he was back in his chair behaving badly. The full outfit is terrible from a siu.

"Dear Kilik! How dare you?"

"That's okay. My work is done now. I'm free now!

"Oh, my God."

Hans stopped laughing bitterly at Yeld for trying to keep the novel going.

"Fair enough. That's good. I finished my job at Cramped Royal Castle. Sometimes you can take your wings off."

"... Your Highness Hans, I am even sorry to hear that Master Kilik has always taken off his wings"

"Oh, yeah."

"That's enough! Come on, let's drink!

I put up the cup I got for Digire and drank the first cup all the way down.

"Pfft, it's all over the place. Ah, it's Siu. Do you still have the hangover pills?

"I left the capital to make it."

"So!

"You thought you could sell it. There were plenty of requests in the Alliance."

"That's why I was going to the woods to collect," he said. So, did you attract the big guy? "

"That's the thing. Yes, go ahead."

Give me double the number of people here.

"All right, all right. Now you can drink a lot today."

"Who gave it to you before?

"Well, I sold it to the nobles of this country."

"Did you sell it?"

It's not money, it's votes.

Then he laughs and drinks up his inherited booze again.

"Hey, Siu, that was different this time! I didn't think the hangover pills would help you so much as under your sleeve. It attracted the big guy above all else."

"It wasn't Master Kilik who actually made the deal using that, was it?

"That's okay. It's the right material. That's what Yeld and Cyril are for."

If I was frightened, Cyril approached me with a liquor bottle. but you remembered that Siu was just a little kid, subtly put it on the table.

"I have to thank you when I get back to Lowal."

"For the potion, I already got it"

"This one, you got more than that. By the way, you seem to have been talking to Prince Sverda for a long time today, have you had any problems?

"With a prince, you don't. On the way, Captain Herne of the Airborne Corps ran off. I think he's in a punishment cell by now."

"How are you?"

He looks happy without a heart. I'll have to drop the bomb on him later.

"I had fun with Prüm too, so I don't have any particular problems. However, the Delf country seems to have a lot of problems."

"Yeah.... speaking of which, I feel a little sick going into the big hall, but I couldn't feel it today. Have you noticed Lord Siu?

"Ah, yes. And so is that."

Lower your voice and tell Cyril.

"Gentlemen, are you just careless? We need to take the wizard."

"So you still think there's some sort of treatment there with witchcraft?

"Yes, it was going to be overwritten to the extent of that ring, so I snuck around,"

I looked at Cyril's ring for a moment, and I said.

"… to this extent? It's still a fairly effective magic trick."

"Oh, really?

Surprised, the salutation disappeared. Cyril looked calmly at such a siu and smiled.

"Lord Siu is more age-appropriate and adorable to talk to like that. I wonder if that would be better. Yeah. Do that. Right?"

"Uh, yes, bye"

Cyril continued laughing as Siu was holding it in her mouth.

"Demonic props are inherently very expensive. Not to mention the ability to inhibit magic, which is very difficult. Naturally, it's more valuable. What Lord Sioux has done to us is far higher than the jewelry ring the Queen has put on us."

"That's right..."

The wizards, they say, are blowing so much. I have no choice but to some extent because I struggle to sell the knowledge I remember. But Siu, asking Cyril about the amount, made her face tense. So, isn't the person who painted the magic formation in the Great Hall quite rich?

I don't know who the Wizard of the Delf Country is, but Siu took him out saying it was an opportunity to tell Cyril what was important. The room remained noisy and no one noticed that the Sioux had left.