That Ordinary Mister is a War God

After leaving the crown prince's room, Claude calls off the general and the magician secretary.

"Would you like to talk a little bit?"

They rounded their eyes, but they knew perfectly well that they did not intend to turn down the invitation of Yagami Fai (Leviataine).

"How about you guys, if you don't mind?

Claude asks three of the same Yagami Fai.

Manuel left silently shrugging his shoulders, leaving two Bal and Meena behind.

Then you should come to my room.

It was Reihenbach who said:

Serving the palace as a magician, he was also given a private room in the castle.

Others will be prepared if they give hope, but no one is giving hope.

Reihenbach's private rooms were large enough to remind me of the aristocratic rooms, but more than 80% were filled with bookshelves, research instruments, materials, etc., with little room for animals to walk.

"Typical magician's room, I guess."

Meena hears softly if Bal appreciates it.

"No, I was wondering if there would still be moderation for a magician"

He smiled bitterly at this answer.

It is the one that had to.

When they sat on the red sofa for visitors, which was placed to an extent, two fifteen or six year old boys in white robes, like the disciples of Reihenbach, brought tea to the luxurious guests.

They are both nervous and beefy, but there will be no choice.

Where the disciples have fallen, the Lord of the room speaks to Claude.

"So what can I do for you?

"Frankly, I didn't expect your support for His Highness Adrian. If you don't mind, let me know why."

Claude's expression and voice color are mild, but his yellow eyes are sharp.

"What, is that so? Prince Rüdiger had no understanding of our research. It is very intolerable as far as we are concerned that the search for the abyss of witchcraft and magic implements is made more emperor than the indistinguishable squandering of the nobles. Fortunately, His Highness Adrian was a man of understanding. That's all."

The old magician answers with a bitter smile and a mess on his face.

"I see."

It was Meena who said.

Apparently, she could sympathize with the fact that the criterion was whether or not we had an understanding of ourselves.

"I guess there's a reason Prince Rüdiger was just not elected, but he and his surroundings understand that. Wouldn't it be disastrous if we left it alone?

She further bathes words in Reihenbach and Claude, Weinberger.

"I know that"

It was General Weinberger who responded.

"But now when you finish off Prince Rüdiger, you will be anxious for other princes and princesses. It may unite and rebel because of the fear that it may be killed. Your Majesty is worried about that."

"Neither His Majesty nor His Highness Adrian likes it and wants to have flesh parents in their hands"

General followed by Claude also says.

"I give you quite a position if you obey. But you want to make it a schematic that if you don't convince me to defy it, I won't forgive you. If you obey the adults, you will not be killed, and if you are to maintain the status quo, you will not oppose the other royals and their surroundings."

When Bal expresses his personal views, Meena holds a convincing light in Emerald's eyes.

"I just wanted to make up the fact that if you obey, you'll be fine, and if you won't forgive me if you have to, you have no objection to me"

Where she is convinced, Claude turns to the general.

"I don't even think I need to ask that Lord Weinberger supported His Highness Adrian."

"You'll be right. I do not want you to sit on the throne of this country in the darkness that only other personnel think that our people will die"

Weinberger speaks majestically of the martial bones, the contents that are neither decorative nor far-fetched.

Unaristocratic remark, but he doesn't deserve any more surprise now because his background itself is not aristocratic in the first place.

He hits Claude even more.

"Lord Claude, you didn't speak to this member just to tell this story, did you?

"Naturally. The real question is, lately, about the people in our country who are making a leap."

Claude answered that and spoke to Bal.

"Bartolomeus, you saw it too, didn't you?

"Oh. I transferred Troll Fifty, that's a black robe. He noticed the names of me and Meena and died as soon as he became absolutely desperate. Meena says it's a spellbound abandoned pawn."

Reihenbach makes tannic surfaces when he answers.

"... I don't want anyone who can summon and transfer fifty trolls to be considered abandoned pawns."

"I'm fascinated by magic, how difficult is it? How many court magicians can our country be proud of do the same?

Claude next asks the old magician.

"I can do it. Besides me, I could have five or six, but I guess that's about it."

He, Bal and Weinberger face Rheihenbach's answer.

Less than expected is what they have in common.

"What happens if you were a person specialized in metastatic magic, or in summoning?

Bal says what he was wondering.

"... can't be roughly decent. If you are a true magician, you have mastered more than subpoenas and metamorphosis."

Meena responded, not him, to Reihenbach's answer.

"Can I count on you to be honest with the people who cast a spell on fellow members of the same organization and turn them into pawns?

Her words become painfully ironic and pierce the old magician secretary.

"Meena, that's too much."

"Excuse me."

And Bal mocked her, and she waxed unto the magician.

I also know Reihenbach as much as it is not a sincere apology, but it is the adult response that accepts and flushes it into the water.

"If you were nurtured exclusively for summoning and metastatic witchcraft, the story is different. Anyone who is a court magician in my country will be able to do it. In terms of Adventurer Rank, it should go down to the equivalent of Grade 5."

Claude nods to Reihenbach's inquiry.

"That seems likely. I don't think even a court magician in my country has the strength to abandon his five-finger presence and pawn him."

"We can't deny the possibility that the warrior is powerful but the commander is just stupid. I just feel like there's something more I can do if that's the case"

Weinberger also reacts positively.

"Isn't it simply that His Majesty's reading is a hit?

Bal gave a cautious opinion.

"So is the herd of orgasms, but how much damage would have been done if fifty trolls hadn't been with us? I don't even want to imagine."

"I understand. His Highness Adrian is a wise man. But it won't reach His Majesty yet. I wish I could capture the home and identity of my enemies before the throne changes..."

Claude clouds his tail with a mouthful of aspirations.

"Unless the enemy is so stupid, he won't be punishing and doing anything for a while. We should proceed with a review of our defensive capabilities in that gap."

Together we nod to Weinberger's proposal.

There are too few clues, and there are only a few things they can do as things stand.

"Bartolomeus and Wilhemina will do the same."

Bal immediately to Claude's words, Meena shook her head vertically a moment late.