Entering the Western Hall, it was dim inside, the walls were somewhere gray white, and the floor was covered with purple carpet.
Speaking of light sources, I felt somewhere mysterious with only stained glass characterised by the contrast between blue and white on the dance floor of the stairs in front of me.
When I couldn't say anything with my mouth open in such an atmosphere, Charlotte put down Sophia on her shoulder and shouted out loud.
"Sylvia, it's a customer! Mr. Bettenburg has people coming with him!
And after Charlotte's voice ran vainly through the western halls, from the room at the end of the stairs in front of her, she heard a cool voice.
"... I'm listening. I didn't know you and Lord Bettenburg would come to me for your opinion."
One girl comes down the stairs, loathing Bettenburg.
A girl the same age as Alice, with long, white hair hanging intact.
Seeing her like that, Bettenburg leaks a bitter laugh and this one responds to sarcasm.
"Good day, Sir Noel. Didn't you get old before you saw it?
"Don't be silly. You know this body is a golem, right?
"What is a golem?
"... what about you?
"Oh, I'm sorry. Lasalles-Mercures. We are at the helm of our family."
I bowed deeply to her but finished taking the last steps of the stairs without showing any interest.
"I'm talking to you. Treaties equal to one another for the establishment of the Witch Nation. Is that a condition for a witchcrafted settlement?
"Exactly. Well, it's going to end in a crack. The majority of the people are underestimating the power of witches. Losers of history. It's not too late."
"Stupid."
"Really? I think it's better than despairing on your own and making a pact in unfavourable circumstances after being held hostage by the people."
Indeed, it would be an overwhelming obstacle to national politics if a majority of the people were to demonstrate to surrender before they fought.
... but it is.
"It's a politician's idea. It's pathetic to have soldiers sent to the dead because of people who don't even know the reality."
"In numbers, the people are more overwhelming. Not all soldiers die, or all the people die, you don't know which damage is the biggest, do you?
"Right. Livestock that doesn't know reality is easier to handle than humans who are made aware of reality"
When Sylvia finished saying so, she opened her mouth again after taking a deep sigh.
"I can't help but rush to a conclusion. I'll show you to the reception room for now. Charlotte, please."
"Yeah, okay!
Charlotte sounds bright enough to smash up the sinister atmosphere earlier, then puts Sylvia on her shoulder and walks down the aisle next to the stairs.
Bettenburg talked to us as we walked behind them.
"Do you know the spell?
"... a spell? No, I don't."
"... well. Charlotte or Sylvia. It's the power of the spell that's moving them. You should ask them later for more information."
"Yeah, I get it"
... A spell is a word I've never heard of.
I feel like if I use it, I can get new powers.
But why? I have a bad feeling.
Walk for a while and open the door big enough for Charlotte to creep in and call this one out loud once you look back.
"Minasa! This is the reception room!
"... Charlotte. Shut up."
"Uh, but I don't like small voices or anything."
"I'm not a kid, so calm down a little bit. You're a girl, aren't you?
Watching the two of them interact somewhere, they even look like sisters.
With such emotion, he was guided to a room called the reception room, where he sank his body into a sofa for one, prompted.
Sylvia opened her mouth when she made sure we all sat on the couch.
"... Lasalles. I'll tell you about the spell."
"Were you listening?
"I heard you. This body has good eyes and ears."
... Is Golem that convenient?
"A spell is a magical similarity in this world, so to speak. It was also known as" forbidden. "
"... magic, is it? But there's no magic in this world."
"A little different. Human beings in this world don't have the magic they need. So..."
"Instead of magic, you give what's most important in your body instead of magic."
... What are you talking about?
Dedicate something important? Can you do that?
"... does that have to be something important?
"Yeah. Because it's thoughtful, they make magic easier to use. In my case, I'm moving this body and Charlotte by offering five senses."
"Five senses, is it"
"Yes. So my main body is somewhere else. But consciousness is definitely mine. It's like your heart is far away."
"... So, what about Charlotte?
"Don't get me wrong. I am me. Charlotte is Charlotte. Wouldn't it be sad if your friends were just you?
Charlotte leans over to her sitting body, as she was happy with the words.
I saw her and opened my mouth.
"... can I use that power, too?
"Lasalles!?
As Sophia was surprised, she puts my name in her mouth.
... but I'm the only one who needs to put a bullet on this war.
If that's what you're doing, use whatever dangerous force you can to make it look.
"Anyone can do it. But you better stop."
"Why!?
"I know. Especially not for people like you."
"... what is it, it"
... Why shouldn't I use it?
Besides, why would she judge that?
Bettenburg opened his mouth this time, as if to disturb my thinking.
"Wait and live. There's not even enough tea. The Noel family looks like a great nobleman."
"... Charlotte. Tea for all of you. Sir Bettenburg, mix it with salt."
"Yes!"
Charlotte leaves the reception room with a loud noise with Zsinzucin.
I could only see her like that.