"If that's the case, I'll let you work with me. Contact your fellow merchants to gather information."
"Old man......, okay? Don't merchants do things that don't benefit you?
"Don't be silly, when you're gone, my exclusive service beast sales will be gone. Besides, it's just like your grandfather there. I'm buying you, Ars."
"Thank you, I'll get you a big piece of land when it's settled."
"That's right, do we have a chance? No matter how hard you try, the few of you in this room will kill you."
The pedestrian may well say so.
Surely there's nothing I can do with a few of you here.
Even if you decide to fight, recklessness would be a good place if you don't even have the minimum number of people.
We must gather the numbers.
Whatever you do.
"Gather people first. I need someone to fight with me and risk my life."
"What do we do? You want to force me to take those guys who are helping you with the field?
"Brother Bite, if you do that, we could put our necks on them. Not forced, but enough to volunteer from them."
"I told you that, you're with me in the way you always say 'hire with money'. If the crowd gets together, they're gonna run away."
"Maybe so. Then I'm going to reward you with something better. Something that we all think is worth just teething to the nobles."
"Is there such a thing?
There is.
Perhaps that should be all worth it.
Something that makes you think that even if you put your life at risk, there's a lot to gain.
But I never even tried to see if it could happen yet.
That's why I decided to show you the best trump card I have against my part-time brother, dad, Mr. Maddock, the old pedestrian, Gran.
"First, I have something to say to you first. What I'm about to show you is what I call my wife's hand. I'll show you this. I'll definitely get your help. If you're scared at all, offer me now."
That's what I said, staring at everyone with a serious look.
I look into each person's eyes as if they were a shot or something.
The area calmed down as if the air on the field had cooled.
"You got it. If Lord Ars says so much, the Awkward will risk his life."
"Are you sure? I told you once, you can't turn back, can you?
"This is what happened to the awkward man on the journey when he thought about settling down here. This would also be on the brink of something. And I'd like to see what Lord Ars says about his wife's hands."
"Right, I see. Everyone else is fine, right?
"Oh, no problem. What more do you want to show me? Make it look faster without wearing it, Ars."
"Okay. What I give to my collaborators is magic."
"... that it's magic?
"Yes, of course it's not life magic. It's my own magic. I'll give you all my magic."
"I can't, I can't do that. Ars, your father doesn't know what you're talking about."
"You're right, Dad. I call myself Ars Barca more than this. Get the name of this village, the village of Barca. And I'll have everyone name this Barca too"
"... name of the land... Ars, that's......, that would be too much. Isn't that like nobility..."
"That's right, Mr. Maddock. From now on, we are a family by the name of Barca. The scale may not be comparable, but it will be on par with nobility. That's the only way I'm going. If we're gonna negotiate with the Fontana family, we're gonna have to give them at least that much of their position."
"But Lord Ars. Isn't it hard to be noble at all costs? It's not like you can be a nobleman just by name."
"So I'm telling you I'm going to give you magic. Just make up your mind. Whether you name Barca with me or not!
I say it out loud.
After all, they just seem confused when they say this all of a sudden.
But my eyes have always been the same since earlier.
It's like looking out for everyone in this room.
I'm never just pessimistic and unscrupulous about the bad situation.
I guess that passed on.
Put aside a little time and everyone here came to a conclusion.
Named Barca's surname, when given magic.
Look at that, I take a deep breath.
Over and over again, breathe deeply as if you were replacing all the oxygen in your body.
so that its breathing takes in all the magic present in the air.
Conjugate the magic you incorporate from the outside with your own magic around your belly.
The magic is refined with an image that turns a thin, airy magic into a liquid and boils it further into a drooling, viscous one.
Fill that magic into every corner of your body, and breathe deeply again to take in new magic.
That's how I squeezed a little bit of magic out of my fingertips that I had worked out to the extreme.
Magic formation.
Reproduce the first magic formation I've ever tried with a naming ritual.
Draw a magic formation into the air with magic as you remember perfectly into your brain with [Storage], and fix it so that it doesn't get misty.
It was a difficult and delicate task of the difference between the magic of the earthly system used all the time and cloud mud.
It's been a long time since I've done this either.
I haven't used this magic team since I ended up using it for Valkyrie.
Again, because I didn't know exactly what would happen if I used it.
The first born servant beast was named Valkyrie, but then magic was manifested on all the children born.
What happens when you use that on people who already have a name?
Because I didn't know that.
But of all the cards I have, the name by this magic team is definitely the best trump card ever.
For the peasants, the magic I have, especially [finishing ground] and [soil improvement], should be something I want so much that my hands can get out of my throat.
I think the one I want is endless.
That's why I decided to use this magic formation, although it's risky.
Most of all, the names that others already have are recognized as a blessing from God.
So, without renouncing that name, to give it a new name, I decided to take the name of my village of birth and rename it Barca.
"Naming, Byte Barca"
"Naming, Asila Barca"
"Naming, Maddock Barca"
"Naming, Trion Barca"
"Naming, Gran Barca"
He gave it a new name as I tried to give each of them a magic formation.
This is how the magical warrior who fights with me was born in this village of Vulka.