Tou no Madoushi

Luciola is delighted to see your son come into the room.

It's called the waist, it's called standing behavior, it's incomparable with the nobility around it.

Besides, her face was her preference.

"Thank you. It's my first time. My name is Held, and I'm a senior wingard aristocrat. See you later."

Held put his hand on his chest and greeted him with respect.

"Oh. Forta. I can't believe you caught such a nasty little family boy. Why didn't you introduce me earlier? It doesn't smell like water."

"Don't say that. I was able to connect with him only recently."

I told Forta to forgive me.

"Though he has faded temporarily, he is a sophisticated nobleman, Tsukiko. He has extensive connections with the Wingard nobility. Even after preventing the bill from being amended, much has been done about our dark deals and smuggling..."

"Uh, do you have a minute?

Held raised his hand to block Forta's story.

"What is it?

"I was wondering if you would wait to mention the post-incident relationship. We only made a temporary agreement to repeal the bill. Trouble being told it's like a permanent relationship"

"Oui, get in the guild and don't do that."

Widget said.

"Yes. He's a member of the guild. Originally, guilds are for those with a common interest to join hands temporarily. Historically."

Held relaxed, but said clearly.

"To repeal the bill, I joined hands with you guys for now. After that, we'll do it again. So we get to know each other very well and figure out how to hang out again. Doesn't that make sense?

"I see. From your aristocratic boy, he wants to make it a temporary relationship with shaders like us and cut it as fast as possible. Is that what this is all about?

I told him to get the widget involved.

"I didn't say that. It's just that I have a right to choose who I want to work with."

Held only gently returned it.

"If I don't feel comfortable with you guys in this case, I'm going out with you until then. All right? The first step is to do exactly what they want from each other. Let's not let each other down. Then excuse me."

Marche Ansier's face was completely white in the form of cold water showered by the helds.

Heard, on the other hand, just says where the wind blows, he just leaves the room.

"What is that guy? He said things from the top."

The widget said as it felt completely intrigued and sloppy in the chair.

His attitude on the child's face was like a big child.

"Perhaps you're not serious about working with us"

"Are you sure? Trust that guy."

"What? If that's what they want, then we'll just deal with it."

There was another bombing.

Now it was in the terminal among the giant trees where security was supposed to be strong.

It was a chatty trick.

I put a red robe on my slave, let him hold a cane and disguise him as a college magician, and then let him get mixed up.

The guard, who assumed that it was all slaves that extended to the crime, was totally fooled.

"What do you mean!

Falsaras was furious and dewy, teasing his shoulders and heading to the scene.

"Why the hell did you allow slaves to enter the terminal? What's security doing?"

"This time he was disguising his slave as a college magician."

"That's not what I'm asking. That's why I couldn't prevent the bomb from being brought in because I was disguised. Why 'd you put a guy with that stupid big white box in the terminal!

"No, according to the security guard, this suicide bomber had nothing but a cane."

"What? Then how the hell did you get the bomb..."

"That's... let me explain as you actually look at the scene. This way."

Damien takes Farsalas to the actual scene, to the heart of the explosion.

"Look at this"

Damian pointed to the black-burned floor, the splashed pieces of flesh, and what seemed to have originally been human.

Falsaras stares at his face.

"This time it's pretty flashy."

"There is clearly more damage to the suicide bomber than there was last time. Especially around the abdomen. It's as if that's where the explosion takes place. There was actually a piece of misrill on the flesh that seemed to be built in."

"What? Then no way..."

"Yes, it looks like the suicide bomber planted a Mithril bomb in his body."

The sway of giant trees caused by the bombing had reached the top floor of the tower, up to the council.

The councillors who were just running the proceedings bothered.

"Another bombing."

"What the hell is Falsaras doing"

Atrea watched them scratch for a while, then left the floor and headed to the Great Spirit.

"Tell me, Great Spirit. Trends in Lynn."

The Great Spirit, who has jurisdiction over all of the public elevators in the tower, tells her about Lynn's elevator boarding history.

"Yes. Lynn was in another elevator when the bombing happened. Good. I'm safe."

Atrea was horrified.

(Lynn. Please stay safe)

She looked worried about the hair decorations Lynn had previously given her.

"Weird."

Diene said.

"What?

Alma asked.

"There's not a single victim of the aristocracy when it comes to targeting places with so many people"

"Doesn't that just happen? There are fewer aristocratic classes than the civilian population. Hard to get hurt for that."

"Right. That may indeed be the case. But odd."

"If you pepper the offending group statement, their demands are to stop the war on the tower. If so, I think there's a way to target the aristocracy."

"Isn't it because the guard was stiff? I knew it would be difficult for the civilian class to urocho noble mansions."

"Right. Sure it could be."

With that said, Diene looked unconvinced.

"There's something else for you. Is that what you're trying to say?

Theo pinched his mouth.

"I don't know. Though..."

(It's as if to stand out, make a scene, is an end in itself...)

Lynn buys the iron demon stone and reaches the first-class inn where Yuven lives.

The porter's servant put Lynn through as soon as he saw her face.

"Go ahead. The lady's in the basement."

When Lynn opened the basement door, Yuven was manipulating the Volcano Spirit.

It stretches its magma like a secret room in a hidden dungeon, with a disguised volcano in the center.

Nevertheless, this room was not made of misrills.

Currently, she was replacing it with iron because misrills were hard to come by in Alfld.

Yuven sits in front of the volcano and closes his eyes, letting the Spirit and will pass through.

Ever since I got back, she's been left caged in this room.

"Yuven, I bought you a magic stone."

"Thanks. Leave it there."

Yuven said without moving a single eyebrow.

Lynn lined up the demon stones on the table beside Yuven.

"How's the Volcano Spirit?

"I'm calm now. But I can't be alarmed. If you take your eyes off me, it'll be rough as soon as possible. Looks like I want a misrill after all."

she said, closing her eyes.

"How's the city going?

"There's still disturbing air flowing. The elevator's blown up again. Every house is made of iron with walls and doors to defend against bombings. They're all extremely scared to go out, and it's the end of the walk with 'wall paint'."

"Yes."

She grabbed an iron demon stone and put it in the volcano.

New iron is produced from within the magma.

"I wonder if they're after us. Luciola and the others did this, didn't they?

For the first time she turned to Lynn and said:

"I don't know. I just don't think they're after us. Then there's a more direct way. There's no need to involve the city."

"So is that."

To put it that way, Yuven turns again towards the volcano and begins meditating.

"What did Master Illyweer say? You must have seen him, right?

"Be careful."

"Yes."

"I wonder when Mithril will be available"

"I don't know that either. I just don't think I'm coming for the time being. Censorship is getting tougher every day. I don't think Mithril's gonna make it to Alfredo until the case is solved."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it."

Lynn looked at Yuven unexpectedly.

She continues to meditate in a calm manner.

My previous girlfriend would have been immediately frustrated if things like this hadn't gone the way she wanted, but now she was very quiet.

(Is it the Spirit's influence?

"So martial law is still going on. At the corner, I'm sorry I thought deregulation would get me a misrill."

"Deregulation…"

Lynn felt something catch on.

Speaking of which, a bill for deregulation was due to pass soon.

(What does this have to do with this case?

"What's going on?

"What? No, it's nothing"

"Lynn, this is the place to be. As long as we can manufacture large quantities of Mithrills, our way to the 200th floor has been confirmed. Even if you connect with Master Illywia, you can make a stronger connection by devoting Mithril.

Maybe we can go to the royal tea party again.

As soon as the killer is caught, you'll get a misrill, too. Until then, we'll be the only ones keeping the Volcano Spirit a secret. "

"... yeah"

Lynn looked at the pseudo volcano containing the Volcano Spirit.

Unlike when he was manufacturing Mithril, Volke had no heart, no energy, and was spitting iron out of the fire exit.

Even the authorities were aware that the noble class had no victims.

Officials of the Criminal Division had appealed to Pharsalas to step into the noble mansion.

"We searched every facility to seize Mithril. There's no longer a facility in Alfrid with a missle."

"The only place we haven't stepped in is the noble mansion"

Permission to enter the noble mansion, please.

"No."

Falsaras rejected it resolutely.

"Without so much evidence... you can't step into a noble mansion"

"But if you're saying that..."

"No. There must still be a place to look outside the noble mansion. Split up the grass roots, but find Mithril. It's got to be somewhere."

Falsaras was bitter as he looked at the depressed faces of the officials.

Thanks to him. I had guessed that the aristocracy would be chewing one.

But you can't get your hands on a senior aristocrat badly.

(The aristocratic class is somewhere connected to councillors. Step into the mansion and that's all we'll have to develop into a diplomatic issue)

Just as the royal family fears 500 hierarchical demons, 500 hierarchical demons are also fearful of 500 hierarchical demons.

I also wanted to avoid frontal cuts and rivalries with the 500 Hierarchical Demon Instructor for Falsaras.

But you can't just stand up and say that.

With that said, I had decided to buy a great deal from the civilian class.

Even though we are forced to inconvenience ourselves, I wonder if the nobles will be treated favourably.

It was also a painful place as a falsaras.

"Continue to strengthen security. In front of the terminal, place a stone board that loads the Wizard's prints. If you see someone with prints that don't respond to the stone slab, seize them on the spot..."

When Pharsalas is giving instructions, suddenly, the hallway is filled with unusual magic.

Falsaras and other rings flash with chickens to inform them of the danger.

Falsaras accidentally set himself up.

(What is this magic? I can't believe there's a guy in this lower level with so much magic. No, more than that! hostile towards me. I am a 500 hierarchical magician, against this me! Who the hell...)

"Whoa. White robe. You're serious. 500 hierarchical magicians."

Contrary to the tense air on the spot, an open voice rang in the hallway.

"Are you... Dorias!?

"Is that it? Isn't that Falsaras' husband if you think he's someone"

Dorias spoke intimately.

The two faced each other at a distance.

If we got any closer, both rings could have reacted and attacked the enemy.

That's how dangerous they were to each other.

The officials, starting with Damien, could not even be humbled and managed to stand on the spot with a tense face.

The magic between the two was overwhelming, and it was likely that the consciousness would fly away just because they were in this place.

(I see. Is this the genius and the famous Doriath? I can certainly tell from a glance that it is a delicacy. I've been in the tower for years but I've never seen anything like it)

Dorias smiled, but the hostility never ceased to greet Farsalus.

"Long time no see, sir. How have you been? No, but I didn't expect to see a white robe in Alfrid."

"You. I wondered where you were and now you're showing up. What the hell are you doing at a time like this?"

"My husband is the one who went out of his way to Alfrid. For what purpose? I can't believe you and the councillors came down with a blast."

"What are you talking about? I've just been sent by the council to solve the bombing."

"Again. Well. Councillors who support the world for such shovoy reasons don't get their hips up, do they? There's got to be some more serious reason, right? For example, the three kingdoms will be at war in Alfld..."

"Don't be silly. Nothing will happen among the three powers."

"Huh? So you're really just here to solve a case?

"... then what?

"Hmm. You fell, too."

"What?

Falsaras stepped forward with Zui.

That alone increases the blink of the ring and shakes the atmosphere.

Damien turned away from himself and rushed in between them.

"Please don't, Lord Falsaras. A 500-floor Demon Supervisor seriously rides the provocation of the College Demon Supervisor, etc. involves a council ticket. Mr. Dorias, why don't you stop? Be a college magician and pay homage to those in sight."

Falsaras regained himself.

"Chip. Dorias. Anyway, I'm not as free as you are. If you want to get excited, you have to hit something else."

"Don't say such a tight thing. Husband. Yes. You've come down to this anyway, so why don't you go do Alfrid's specialty, 'Cane Drop'? I'll catch up with you as you cross the border."

"... you're a joke everywhere. I don't have time for your bullshit."

Falsaras tries to walk away intact.

"Um? That's really not tight. So how about this? I will rebel against the tower like a bomber."

Falsaras stops at the pitch.

Turn around.

The air on the field froze.

"What?

"That way we can fight you, right?

Falsaras' eyes are open.

There was totally blood on my head.

"You......!

Falsaras points the ring at Dorias.

Dorias hands on the sword pattern.

Again, Damien broke in under the circumstances of a one-touch instant.

"Please don't. At times like this. between those in charge of the future of the same tower. It's a pot that traitors think we're fighting over here."

"Hey, old man. You just got out of the way. My husband's motivated by it."

"Dorias. If you really mean treason, I'll be the one to deal with it first"

Damien takes out the wand and points it towards Doriath.

Dorias gets a face like a boulder drained of poison and hands off the sword pattern.

"Chip, you can't beat an old man up."

"Doris! Get out of my sight now. Otherwise, I would really consider you a traitor."

Falsaras screamed sharply.

"Hi. Please don't get so hot. I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Dorias walked away with his heels back as he shook his hand hilariously.

Farsalas' excitement did not subside even after Dorias left.

In the back of my brain were ruminations of words that Dorias had just told me.

You fell, too.

Falsaras grips his fist.

"Is he the rumored Doriath? It's definitely a delicacy. There is a slight problem…"

"I'm sorry, Damian. I lacked calm."

"No... that's not true"

"Prepare to step into the noble mansion."

"What? Then..."

I'll take care of the rooting.

(Case like this, I'm just gonna finish it and go back upstairs)

This is an aristocratic mansion.

Flora was talking to the girl there who always looked after her.

She was the next bomber.

"Hey. Are you really going to do this?

Flora asked as she lay low.

It was the kind of question I thought I'd asked a few times already.

"Naturally. A magician who burned down our homeland. I'll show them what's in their eyes."

"Are you sure that's all right? Even if you show things to the Wizard's eyes, you yourself..."

"What are you talking about now? We don't have a future. You know that."

"But then. Do you really understand that? You can't die."

"It's okay. I'm just going to God."

She was unusually exalted because of Luciola's enchantment and her eyes were glaring open.

When Flora tried to say something more, the door opened and Luciola came in.

Flora hurried and mumbled.

"Muriel, it's time. I'm going out."

"Yes, Dear Edianel"

Flora had to shut her mouth and drop her off.

There are few children left with bombs in them.

If all the stock was gone, it would have been my turn next.

"Dear Edianel, Me, I was waiting for this time. I can finally get to God."

Muria said with a tranced look.

"Yes, it is."

"Where should I go"

"It's about time nobility was considered suspicious. I don't know about college."

"College! Nice. I wanted to go to private school once. You can't go in there without a magician."

"Yes. That would have been just fine. Enjoy the academy without worrying about the souvenirs of the underworld."

"Please."

Luciola handed Muria over to Held.

Muria walks flirtatiously with a lying, unintentional look such as earlier excitement.

There is a crow of Luciola demons on his shoulder.

Held is disguised in a mask.

"I'll just have to take this kid to near the academy and leave him alone"

"Yeah, you're right. Nice to meet you."

"It's pathetic. She said she's a girl who's not even old enough to go."

"Oh, say that when you say you're a nobleman. I don't think so."

Luciola gave her a soft grin.

It was a smile with her characteristic death drifting.

"She's a doll. You don't have to sympathize."

Exactly. The helds are also frightening.

"Absolutely... a terrible thing"

Herd shrugged not to sound like Luciola.

Open the dimensional door and head to the hierarchy where the entrance to the College is located.

Next time, Episode 140: Family