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

Apollo Floating Island, Targia Grand Duke's Hall.

Floating between the stars are multiple screens. Targia thought the appearance of the anomaly there was always creepy.

― So, Kanonas has completely left your control?

A variant of a machine and a human face - the elderly people who make up the House of Lords, one of whom looks at the targeting with a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Apollo civilization with magic healing to regenerate body wounds and defects cannot prolong human life. The end of those who have embedded life support devices and lost their form as human beings is the identity of these ugly creatures.

"Until last month, we were able to communicate, but now we're losing voice. Research failure or rebellion. I'm not sure, but the vampires under his control and their armies are intensifying their attacks on Apollo."

When Talgear reported indifferently, the old people on multiple screens said nasty things.

Can't you pull the strings?

You're incompetent.

Your responsibility is heavy, Talgear!

Old people are troubled because of their low boiling point. While scolding himself, Talgea wondered if some of them would die of anger and abnormalities.

What is going on with the study of immortality?

In the words of one of the old men, Targia managed to see that she wanted to laugh. Too stupid to ask.

"I can't get in touch with Canonus. I can't understand it."

Did you pay me?

"Driven back."

Incapacity!

"Again, rebellion, you asshole....."

Unusable!

"What are you going to do with this, Talgear?"

Targia was tired of complaining about old people, but the last question had answers.

"I think we can only regroup the Enemy from Apollo and reset the dark forces once."

"So you're going to be strong?

"If we could talk about it, we would have solved it already.

Some old men called out to Targia to challenge him. Oh dear - the Grand Duke felt like shrugging his shoulders inside.

"Lord, what are you up to?

"Nothing. This world is controlled by you, the House of Lords. We're just tokens for that."

Talgear lowered his head whispering.

But the old people are not at peace. Knowing that, Talgea had an evil smile in their invisible place.

A dog bites your hand - that's the betrayal of the cannons for the old people.

The forces of darkness, the vampires, and their groups were originally created by Apollo rulers.

The existence of an "enemy" created for absolute domination. It is a gateway to internal dissatisfaction and the presence of enemies strengthens inner unity.

There must be some evil or harm in the world.

Of course, it is the theory of the ruler, and the average Apollo does not know that the forces of darkness created the Apollo rulers.... if we knew, we wouldn't be in the middle of a rebellion.

If the battle against the forces of darkness is a farce, the soldiers and their families who lost their lives in the battle will not come to mind.

And the elderly, the rulers, are in a hurry. Because the dark forces, which were the tokens for domination, fell uncontrollably and tore apart Apollo's fangs.

Talgear is in charge when it comes to managing dark forces. This situation deserves to be criticized by the old people, but if this rebellion of dark forces was orchestrated by Talgir himself, the story will change.

Yes, the line with the forces of darkness is not broken. On the contrary, it was in Talgear's hands.

He finally managed to get rid of the old man and make the world his own.

--Now, how will you deal with these monsters?

Targia smiles lightly.

It's not funny to just kill someone. Remove the life support? Or are you going to infect a vampire curse and enslave it?

No, no, no, no.

Let's have their heads implanted in their discriminating white elves...!

It's not ageing, but it's possible with civilization-generated elf technology if you just extend your life to a certain extent. But the old men who were trapped in the old thought avoided mixing it with their own bodies and blood.

I wonder if you can't stand being discriminated against by being an elf and not being treated as a human being.

But Targia doesn't know when this elf discrimination started. The old men seemed to know, but it was hidden from even the Grand Duke.

... mostly, Targia thinks there must have been something she had to protect herself from by discriminating against her elves more than a hundred years ago when the old people were still suffering from life support devices.

For example, as an evolved human figure, there was a faction that tried to incorporate it, and as a result of fighting it and the old people winning, the other side was criticized and discriminated against, and the elf was denigrated to "things".

This is speculation, but Talgear thinks it's quite inaccurate. Because I know from the words and deeds of the old people that there is a great sense of discrimination against the elves.

- Tall gear.

Targia raised her face to the old man's voice.

Can the rebellion of the dark forces be suppressed?

"Of course, I'll do my best."

Talgear makes a nice face.

"It's a trump card, and it's time to form and send a crusade fleet around the Amiwool squadron."

Amiwool......

New captain of the Twelve Knights.

Are you sure? Oh, I wonder what he's made of.

Concerned about the old man, Talgea answered without changing his expression.

"No problem. I have proper insurance.... you can't betray me."

Well, that's how it is.

One of the old men disappeared from the screen.

Don't betray your expectations.

You don't want to be discarded, do you?

Variants disappear from the screen one after the other, leaving behind what was thrown out of the dialogue.

"Fulfil your responsibilities, Talgear."

When the last one disappeared, the sky turned from darkness to starry sky.

Targia laughed as she sat down.

It sounds pleasant, loud and echoing throughout the room.