The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

Since the arrival of more than 10,000 refugees from the "Continent of Doom" and the "Grand Dream Continent" to Villeocean —— conversely, the existence of the other continent was about three months after it was properly recognized.

The season is a summer platter.

In the summer of Villeocean, temperatures do not seem to steam or steam as cool winds come from the sea of things that get higher.

Ville-Zentra, the city that hastily rose next to the capital, Ville-Zentra. Seven thousand inhabitable dwellings could be built here, and construction was still under way on a steep pitch.

"King, it's our day."

"Yes, tell me"

Dreammaker King Doriarch lives in Ville-Dream with the refugees. He still names himself "King" because he is the support of his heart for the refugees.

I'm used to this life. Villeocean has white bread out as a staple and it was only at first that he was surprised by the fluffy and soft bread. Conversely, the flavoring is thin, so it doesn't suit my mouth, and I do something about it by devising seasonings.

"Meetings on Ville-Dream housing allocations at the earliest in the morning and reports on the progress of the city's construction. Next, you will be moved to Ville-Zentra, where you will have a luncheon with Master Patricia at the General Leader's residence. Since then, it has been a meeting with envoys from different countries."

"You're going to get into it as usual. Let's try to make it back by dinner somehow."

"Ha. Right."

I'm already getting used to these words, at least thanks to a few heads of state, including the Doriarch - that is, as many people as I could possibly hit the negotiations - who worked insanely hard to stay able to speak the language.

Doriarch has precisely the perception that he is a "refugee" himself.

Even though the circumstances were circumstances, and even though there was a mighty force: a military ship, the refugees sucked, and the chances of being enslaved were not zero.

It was also thought that there was nowhere to go.

But it didn't --

(The political situation in each country did not allow the rise of Vileocean alone. Plus...... Silverface helped me out too)

that the fleet of dreammakers, science and technology, were driven together by the Mai and the nations to monopolize Villeocean.

And then there was SILVERFACE —— Hikaru, who also had a big face at the top of three countries, including Cujastria, Marquedo and Cagley. He pressed me to return all the favors I had lent him here.

Kujastria owes you in the past for saving her when the Knights indoor training ground she was lurking in collapsed.

Marquedo owes it to us, together with the members of the College, to put together the first steps to bring together the Union of Forestia, which was fragmented.

Cagley had not yet received his escort reward for this time coming to Villeocéan.

Nevertheless —— I didn't even think Silverface had such contact with the heads of state that Doriarch was just as good.

"The construction of collective housing for bachelors is about to end. I was wondering if it would be completed within a month."

It was the Director of Health and Environment who reported that to Doriarch on the occasion of the morning meeting.

The Doriarch I heard smiled relieved,

"Thank God, you can put most of the people to rest by land if you get here. You haven't rested since you got here either, have you? Take a vacation for a while"

"But I..."

People here know that the director of the bureau laying low on his face was acting with the chief of the Louden magic bureau who planned the rebellion.

And that Doriarch commanded him to atone for his sins with his future work.

"... even if you don't take a break and break your body, Doriarch's leadership will be questioned. Take a big vacation."

It was Grussell who put his hand on the shoulder of the bewildered director. As the Director of Health and Environment nodded, he bowed his head small and left the meeting room —— one of Doriarch's quarters.

"New environment, past obsession, anxiety about the future… the problem is piling up"

"Yes."

said Grussel as he nodded heavily.

"But it's not an insurmountable problem."

The words not only brighten Doriarch, but also the expressions of the people in the room.

"Exactly. Come on, let's get this cleaned up. Who are the following reports?

The meeting continued in bright air.

It was also well seen from the coast that the carriage carrying the Doriarch was moving from Ville-Dream to Ville-Zentra.

The coast is intersected with the people of Dreammaker and the people of Villeocean, who have skin that was originally purple but is becoming pale black due to burning in the day.

The rapidly constructed dock had large ships drawn in, and many people were working onboard and off-board.

…………

"-- Chief of Magic, what's up?

'Nothing. But I told you to call me Louden because I'm not the director anymore'

"No, you can't just call it off now."

The vocal magician shrugged his shoulder.

In their immediate vicinity a large table is placed under the blue sky.

There was a huge blueprint spread out there, and residents of the two countries were talking about it interwoven into each other.

'There's something I don't know about some of the magic, and it seems like Mr. Other wants to hear it'

"... where?"

"Here I am."

The officer pointed to a magical ceremony with the function of navigational aids.

Hilariously, when he sees the researcher of Villeocean, the questioner, the woman, Louden switches words.

"This place is closely related to the magic of exiting sea habitat monsters, so you wouldn't be sure if you looked at it alone. First let's talk about the magic mechanism that allows you to leave the sea monster. There are wavelengths that go without attenuation, even in seawater, and we take this--"

Vileocean researchers climb out and listen, desperately writing on the note at hand, to teach even without precipitation.

The magicians on the other side were desperate and were not allowed to listen to a word.

Because of this, magicians were progressing at a faster pace of mastery of continental languages than the rest of the population.

(Hey, did you know about that magic system?

The bureaucrats are desperate for a reason.

(It's decided I didn't know. Isn't that what the director's research team kept out of the door?)

(I can't believe I taught you this...)

What Louden is describing now has been the first thing many officials have heard.

(That wasa, maybe)

What kind of wasp is that?

(Don't you know? Director Luden, I was wondering if you would take full responsibility and die when this job is done)

(What?)

(So he's teaching it all at all costs... sounds possible)

Are you serious?

To the extent that the bureaucrats were so wobbly, so far Ruden has been secrecy, and now Ruden has behaved in a big way.

"-- so. Got any questions?

To give the whole explanation, the woman researcher who asked the question closed her eyes,

"Well, um... I think that too much content is something we didn't know about, and when it comes to magic ceremonies based on them, we need proof of prerequisite knowledge, from confirmation"

"Right. If you have any more questions, ask them again."

"Yes, thank you!

In the meantime, the researchers started an active discussion among themselves to see what they had just been taught.

Louden leaves the scene as he looks sideways at it. There's no one after him.

Work was underway at the dock to repair a military ship damaged by a long voyage. Villeocean had arranged all the materials for the restoration, but he doesn't even know Louden about the circumstances of how he could get there. But we were only slightly aware that our "knowledge" would also be the consideration for that material.

(When we're done paying the consideration...... what should we do)

I walk on the usual side of the wall.

I already forgot to laugh.

That night of the rebellion, he was pushed back by the agony and emotional highs to the point of being unusual, and he fought in madness to death. As a result, I learned later that those seemed to have a negative effect from the "One who takes evil," but still, after all that intense time, these days are like biting sand.

(Can't even hope for a decent life)

Doriarch is too sweet to the people and has already made it clear to the Lourdes that there is no death penalty.

But many of them killed their compatriots with their hands on the night of the rebellion, and they still live in the ship without appearing on the surface.

Dreammaker's people are not tolerant enough to keep the people around who killed their people. Conversely, if we don't even cross the line, it's incredibly tolerant.

And it's the clerk, Deena.

She worked an unparalleled evil in dreammaker history of scaring monsters from the outside, and is now in the prison of Villeocean. Apparently the investigation hasn't progressed as late.

(… should I think about it then)

The exotic sky, like the Grand Dream Continent, was blue.