The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

The man was sitting on the sofa in the VIP reception room in Noi Arvent's hall.

Via the portal, when I arrived at the bureau, I heard the situation from the Granate-shaped artificial core Garnet. Confirm how the person appeared and the footage taken of the magic camera in the hall.

Black jacket, a long man thought to be in his mid-fifties with a big sword on his back.

The appearance matches that of a suspicious man who captured himself only for a moment at Casling Base. And now that I'm removing my mask, that face that is dewy was that of the Great Emperor Bulgador Kruf Digratl.

If I let Sfera confirm, she testified that the face of the emperor that SS Intelligence is grabbing, itself. Mr Daska does not hide his surprises.

"No way, the big man, who would also be the emperor of the Great Empire, appears single without a guard, etc..."

Unbelievable? Yeah, that's an incredible thought, too.

Mr. Bell, who is a black knight so that he can fight at any time, told him to roar.

"But how did he get here?

The Great Empire's aircrafts are not caught in the enemy network. I can't believe I walked in from my own country, what a stupid thing to do.

"Well, if you came to see me, you'd have to entertain me"

The supreme leader of the Great Empire. I'm supposed to be in a position to give you a country and welcome you. Even though the leaders of the belligerent nations are courteous.

"... some hands will end here."

Mr. Bell puts his hand on Death Bringer. It is an enemy country. It's too optimistic to assume that you'll be safe aboard the enemy land without escort. But I'll show Mr. Bell how to keep it down.

"We'll talk about it first."

Then it won't be too late. Me and Mr. Bell are moving to the reception room. Mr Daska, Mr Parzi, who will be partitioning Noi Arvent, and Mr Garnett will be monitored in a separate room. In the reception room, a shapeshifter secretly under Spherer sneaks in.

"Thank you for waiting"

Don't go into the room, I'll say something. Claiming himself, His Majesty the Emperor responded with great admiration while sitting on the couch.

"I don't mind. It's an informal meeting. No need to thank the Emperor."

"Now, sweeten to your words"

In front of him, gently bowing his head, he sits in the seat across the street. I don't kneel. Because he told me not to.

"I'm Jin Tokitumo. I'm a marquis here, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, you're younger than I thought"

Diggrattle did not name him. Because you named it before you came here, or because, again, you don't have to be named by the emperor. If you look at your face, you can tell?... but the Emperor. Unfortunately, few people know your face in the Kingdom of Verilardo. Anyway, it's a world without pictures.

Mr. Bell stands slightly away from me and the Emperor. Because he looks like a black knight, he can't see his face, but if anything happens, he's ready to pull out his weapon.

"Are you Jin Amiwool's apprentice?"

"Yes."

It's in person. It's not funny to say or act weird and be enlightened about it, so I usually snort.

"Our Empire is in a state of engagement with the Kingdom of Verilardo"

"Yes."

"The military expected your presence to be a major threat. In fact, including last year, our army invasion continues to fail. … you will be very active."

"It's an honor."

If the Imperial Army holds such recognition, how traumatic is the presence of Jin Amiwool?

"Some feel bought..."

"Wouldn't you? We're having a grand conversation before the rest. You're not the only one."

Well, maybe so. Twenty years old. There's no way a young man on the outside there would be nervous if he saw it with His Majesty the Emperor, more than twice that old.

Nevertheless...... I don't think you'd be so frightened if you had dinner with an adventurer. Just as a samurai natural, you'd be intimidated in a different way. Unfortunately, this one's used to Mr. Bell, isn't it, the style?

"Can I ask you a question here?

I don't mind.

"One point first. How did you get here?

"A friendly inhabitant gave me a ride to this town"

Diggrattle takes a generous stance.

"It was Noi Arvent or they showed me the town. Nice town."

"I'm afraid."

"... um, I guess that's not what you want to hear"

"Yes, not there"

Aren't you going to reveal easily how you got here, after all.

As the digrattle lifts the cup, the shapeshifter maid I had refrained from pouring a tea replacement immediately.

At first, I got a report that the Strayala was missing.

His Majesty the Emperor said that.

"You'll know that, too. That is a substitute for the age of magical civilization. I was personally interested, so I thought I'd find out where it was."

The Strayala, suspicious man at Casling Station.

"You may not believe it, but the rest can use metastatic magic. So if you jump on the back of your head thinking about Strayala..."

... I see, metamagic. I showed up alone in the kingdom of Verilardo, but I had a point. I'm deeply surprised, though, because I just didn't know Diggrattle could use such advanced magic.

"I thought we were going to the rebels' stronghold. I see. Was the rebel Daiyuan your lord?"

Raptor-sharp Diggrattle eyes shoot me through.

"This war, originally our empire, with its otherworldly and ancient civilizational technologies, should have been overwhelming. And I'm guessing it's your arm that's got your ass on it. Brilliant."

"It's a buyout, Emperor Diggrattle."

The top of my tongue was rough.

"It's only with the technology of the Seapang country. The invasion of your country was paid for."

"Hehe. Seapang.... let's do that"

Diggrattle said thoughtfully, dampening his lips with tea.... This person will be used to asking how they react.

That's what kings are for the most part. It would be a natural skill to become an emperor to mark continental domination.

"You're not surprised, even if it's called metastatic magic."

"Have you forgotten, Your Majesty?"

I laughed lightly.

"My master, what two names Jin Amiwool had"

"Well, Jin Amiwool has a lot of aliases."

Diggrattle jokes.

"An immortal sorcerer... you were also called. I see. Wouldn't you be surprised at the degree of metastatic magic?"

... To be honest, I feel pretty bitter.

Diggrattle, a man whose theory also includes immortality. I wasn't sure if it was true, but if it was, I figured out how to end it.

As a draft, I tried to throw it into different spaces and lock it up, but when metamagic can be used here, the story changes.

It means that banishing them to different spaces has created the potential for them to sneak back.

No, if you were really immortal, seriously, this is not good...