Tag-Team

Damn, you caught me off guard because you look a little good!

- And Catherine thought.

Nevertheless.

Magic formations deployed at your feet.

In Katherine's knowledge, honestly, it was an advanced procedure that was even difficult to analyze its structure.

The magic that keeps getting sucked up by that magic team.

Both hands and feet that won't be free.

Fucking laugh in front of me, Clark...... no.

Maxwell.

"Heh, heh... I see, the White Fox magic... it was a blind spot. This is, this is…… great!

Catherine stares coolly at the armored young man sifting her shoulders.

- Don't think you're just getting caught, do you?

Sift your shoulders with crease, what's Maxwell like?

My grandmother's shop I've been helping since I was a young girl.

Little fox pavilion.

Even among the regular old ladies who are always drunk.

"Well, hey.... because he's stuck around a long time ago"

and.

You look terribly alike to an old man who is so reputed by his grandmother.

Catherine stared coldly at the legendary court magician who has been sitting in the heart of the kingdom for a long time.

Pan.

- The ringing sound of the fingertips.

The proud guards of Castle Aude fell asleep.

"Ok ok, come on up!

I didn't expect you to get a good night's sleep with one fingertip - you look so witchy!

And Tanya was excited. It's like a gamble...

Although some of the games are modeled after La Place. As a bad witch.

"All right, let's move on."

Tanya.

Laplace.

Arienola and Vis.

Everyone goes to sleep in the castle.

"…… In case of any harm to Arienola, I will stab you."

To Vis, who sets up the dagger, LaPlath laughs and turns around.

"You're the one who followed me on your own, so feel free to stab me or slash me. Whatever happens to you, I've decided to help Arienola."

"That, too, is called 'Chan'...... Huh!

"Uh, but I do. You can't call me Her Royal Highness just now, can you? I don't even want to call you that."

"... be sure to help Master Arienola. Absolutely."

"Vis. Master LaPlath is really strong, so it's okay. Yikes!

Tanya takes care of the signs around her.

Even when I was at Ryan's party, I remember that speaking of which, you were following the very back of the party.

When entering a room that looks like a trap, you can say, "In Ladyfirst!!" or something that was put at the forefront.

... make it, that's shit.

May Ryan even be a heavy tooth decay by now!!!!

Arriving at Arienola's lead was the underground prison, the hidden staircase.

In the basement - the courtroom magician Maxwell's grand workshop.

"No, no. I didn't know we were going to get back to the starting point. Big Witch, accidentally ~"

With a tongue-in-cheek.

Down the stairs.

Spiral staircase that lasts awhile.

The space opens.

What was waiting for you there?

A standing tank.

Humans large and small floating in it.

Some individuals look just like Arienola, while others don't.

Then.

"... ah. I thought you'd be here. When I saw that face in the arena, I thought it might be a dream, but it's been a long time, Laplace."

Sounds like a soft baritone.

In the center surrounded by a tank, as if it were a king who would reach the throne. The man sat quietly.

"Oh, Maxwell... Dear,"

Tanya stands forward to shelter Arienola, who shakes her shoulders.

In addition to the tank, there is a line of equipment like Tanya has never seen before. But the magical mechanisms applied everywhere - even if Tanya just glances at them, they exploit the magic of others and are based on so-called bans…

It freezes my spine.

This little girl, Arienola, what was she doing in this workshop every night?

Floating with a hoof.

Staring at LaPlath's back staring at the man on the throne.

It's okay.

Mr. LaPlath.

Because we can't possibly lose.

LaPlath stared at the face of the man on the throne.

Shaped lips, opened.

"You..............."

The voice is clear.

"……… who are you??

"Yee-haw!!?

Tanya shouted unexpectedly to LaPlath's exact words.

No, you can scream about that now.

You're not an enemy, are you? A little?

Mr. LaPlath?????

"Oh, you don't think that's Maxwell or something? Huh??"

"No, the magic I feel from him is Maxwell...... hmm? I don't recognize him on his face. Aren't you a little too handsome? Are you any younger?

LaPlath twists his head.

That's right.

Although Maxwell in memory should have excelled there as a magician.

To be honest, I didn't want to say you had a good face.

It is enough to pile up gold and marry a witch who draws the blood of the Dragon God only to give birth to Laplace.

"Kuku...... haha ha!! You look a lot like Ningen, my dear LaPlath... but you would be more awkward if you existed 300 years ago in the same shape!

Maxwell (tentatively) starts laughing like he can't get over it.

No, no, it's not funny in case you're different or anything. Is Tanya in a hurry?

…… oh. and.

Tanya twisted her neck.

That face, somewhere?

"Oh, um... Master Maxwell. Yes, that"

Arienola raises her voice with a trembling voice.

"Oh, stupid Arienola. You don't have to tell everyone."

"Where did you see the face.............................. ah"

"This tentative first body (...) fits when I want to throw it away."

"Oh, ahh!

Tentative first body.

The words bring back Tanya's memory.

"Ah! You, from last year's ranking match!?

"…… Ah. I guess so. This vessel (...) is. Damn, it's usually a masked face to hide. That reaction is fresh and interesting."

"…… I knew it. Ace from last year's winning team!

I participated as a member of Ryan's team in last year's rankings.

There was an athlete who was showing tremendous strength in the singles in the final.

Tanya remembers.

The man smiling lightly in front of him looked just like him.

True, though I thought I hadn't seen it in the adventurer guild since.

Originally, I completely forgot to hear rumors that their party was an entry from the region and that they were awarded a class up to A-rank as a reward for the winning team to serve in the Royal Palace...

"What the hell do you mean?

To Tanya's words, "Oh, I see," LaPlath whines low.

"... Immortality, I thought it wasn't my balls. Maxwell, you... have you abandoned your body?"

"Huh? The body?

"I mean... I guess I'm shifting my soul more and more to a diminutive body. That's what I don't recognize in that face."

Moments.

A grunting laugh sounds.

"Ha ha! What a shame, what a shame. You think my 300 years are the only thing that's ever happened to me?

with that word.

There's something behind Maxwell.

Tanya noticed.

"……… eh. Catherine!?"

"Oh, seriously."

Tied hands and feet.

Catherine was undoubtedly the one who was fainting over the magic formations behind Maxwell.

"Ho, you still know him... The magic of a white fox is really sweet. Although I hear that there is such a thing as [fox possession] in the secret art of beasts. This magic, [possessed] nature is familiar to you."

"Oh, stop, stop! Are you smoking magic!? Damn it, don't."

LaPlath recalls a magic exploit from an unspecified number of people using Orihalcon gold coins by Maxwell, which was once about to take place...... which caused LaPlath to be sealed. If excessive magic exploitation takes place, it will become obsolete...... if it is bad, it will also die.

Poor man who was about to gain immortality by sucking up magic from all over the king's capital, which boasts the largest population on the continent.

However, the plot was uncovered and the Orihalcon gold coin, which was worked into ultra-rare metal, was sealed along with Laplace.

This guy's.

What the hell does this obsessed man want until he dumps his body?

Maxwell says with a laugh.

"With this... you'll be able to complete my ideal [bride]!