Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I have a meeting. I want you to come.

That's what I was told, after playing with Master Horace alone and then eating the meal that Mr. Maya brought me.

Finally, when the master tried to explain that he was not a figurine, he was also impatient and impatient because the master pretended to be a figurine, and Maya was about to think he might be a pathetic child.

In the end, my master convinced me that the old man was in on the magic product... "Sorcery is amazing," Maya said, "But the design was done by Chiara, wasn't it?" and dropping the bomb also confirmed my perception that my taste was occassional.

After that, I even stunned my master by showing him the mirror, wondering if it was a strange look.

The call came to such a nasty place.

Now, the servant's aunt wasn't here to call.

Uncle Borderline's knight came to me as an official call.

… I felt my position had changed.

Perhaps Uncle Borderline changed the way I treated him by becoming a mage.

And when I got the call, I just blurred for a few seconds.

Go to the military. Once again, we will do the math to kill our enemies.

I knew war wasn't every clean thing. Even over this period, I feel like I don't want to kill anyone, or I wonder if I can do something about it.

But when I carelessly gripped my lips, I was determined by the words my master had told me to whisper.

You want your people to live?

The reason I tried to be a magician.

Master Horace reminded me why I chose that end, even if it was a sandy, unusual way of dying.

When I decided to respond to the call, I had to get dressed first.

Being dressed in the soft sleeping clothes of cotton while I was fainting, I asked the knight to wait outside the room and Maya helped me change my clothes.

But to choose clothes, you get lost.

At the time of the Warcraft crusade, he borrowed small clothes from a man because they were easy to move around. I thought something like that might be better for immediate activity, but Maya has offered me a dress and a cape to wear.

A thick, well-made dress, but not what I had.

The colors were not flashy. Ash deep green, rather close to the color of my eyes. And the cloak is the blue colour of the testimony, which belongs to the army of the kingdom of Falgia.

"Master Beatrice asked me not to put this on Chiara. When you have to move as a magician, say no to ordinary military uniforms."

Mrs. Beatrice seemed to have this equipment ready for me in a jobcelebratory sense. And I said, "To the magician, I will! From around the corner where I started saying things like," He made me.

Something like your mother...... I get soaking liquid from my eyes.

I wore it while being pressed by Mr. Maya while I was sober, but that's where I realise.

That's it. Can't you ride a dirt shaped golem or something?

Exactly LV1, if I hadn't touched it, the magic would have been solved. So all the way around, I was imitating it like riding a giant robot's shoulder, but the skirt turned me in the wind and my legs...

"It's woven, too."

Mr. Maya smiles.

"You wouldn't be able to act unscrupulous in a dress like this, would you? So this is a commandment to you."

It didn't even make any gu noise. Both Mrs. Beatrice and Meyer seem to think I'm an impotent child.

I didn't know they would choose clothes in that sense, like if I had my skirt on, I didn't like the hem turning over and wouldn't jump off the roof of the house.

But sure. If you don't want to show your legs, you have to hold them up and carry them, or you have to act rather carefully thinking about your protection.

Master Beatrice was a connoisseur...... Besides, it's a same-sex perspective, so I didn't expect you to tie your actions up with a fine substitute for what you call a costume.

With a sense of defeat in his chest, he takes out the master who was stuck in the blanket because he was embarrassed during the change of clothes. Way to go. The moving master was a bit of a mole and interesting.

The master complains but moves to the meeting place, held by me like a teddy bear.

While on the move, the misguided people looked a little more like hugging their master than they looked like me, but I don't care.

When I arrive in the conference room, the knight of Uncle Borderline, who waited outside the door while I was dressed, opens the door.

It was almost the same person in the conference room where the large long table was placed as yesterday's meeting.

Reggie is at the top, and Mr. Growl stands behind him.

I have Mr. and Mrs. Borderline to consolidate both sides of it. I guess Uncle Borderline couldn't be intact either. She had a pale complexion and a bandage peered through her cuffs.

Alan sat next to Uncle Vayne Borderline. That should be the protagonist, he was in that riot, and he seemed intact even though he helped me. If you think in real life, I wonder how much of his skill is LV right now.

And the captain of the cavalry...... but quite wounded. Generated bandages are also painful where they hang their arms and weave their jackets. I went out with Uncle Borderline, so maybe some of the people left were captains. Because the defensive captain was packing it in the castle, or a difficult look, although not heavily injured.

And above all, the unusual part was that my seat was available.

An empty seat next to Alan, between him and the captain of the cavalry. There the knight of Uncle Vain leads me, urging me to sit down.

As a magician, I want you to take part in the war.

Spit only with nervousness. My legs trembled and I was anxious to sit well and beautifully, but I managed to sit down without stopping.

Everyone is in place, so Uncle Vayne's border opens his mouth.

"First of all, I would like to apologize to His Highness, who himself was in charge of the command. And I salute all who have devoted themselves this time and offer my condolences to those who have risked their lives."

To the words of Uncle Borderline, they all drop their necks small and shut up.

Slightly, with a trembling voice, the cavalry captain uttered remorse.

"It's too late to know the enemy's movements, and we're going to waste His Lordship's soldiers..."

"That's the same thing with me, Trimaine. I didn't know Salehardo had betrayed him anymore."

There seems to be something more revealing than the last meeting. Apparently, Salehardo was betraying him. Looks like there was a Salehardo man in the enemy army.

"But she helped me"

Uncle Vayne's eyes turn this way. At the same time, everyone's gaze gathered at once.

Ugh... scary.

I accidentally hug my master earthly in my arms all the time.

"Don't wander off, disciple."

Master Horace whispers to me.

"What do you do with a glimpse of admiration to this extent? You want to win against 10,000 armies, eh? If you stand on the battlefield, you'll be exposed to a sight full of killing intent. And I put up with it once a few hours ago, so it's so light."

"Ugh... yes"

Master Horace is right. Earlier, he was up and running around on a hell of a stand, paying a lot of attention to 10,000 soldiers.

I was just desperate then...

Even around you, just make sure you don't think about the shock of killing people.

But in Master Horace's words, I got a little courage.

He smiles when he closes his eyes all the time and then looks back at Uncle Vayne Borderline.

"Thank you Chiara. I want to thank you for getting the strength you deserve, and for helping us with it."

"Well...... I'm glad I managed to help at all"

The nervousness is making my heart bulge, but I managed to get back to you with a no-fault reply.

I figured saying "happy" was a little resistant though......

"At last, I would like to formally treat you as a sorcerer, not as a samurai, who was the sorcerer who saved me and who came up with measures that discussed the main enemy formations. Will you take it?"

"Gu, gu..."

It means you want to hold me as a magician so that I can cavalry.

I was getting used to the samurai life, so I almost said there was no such extermination, and I grabbed my mouth once.

No, no. I can't talk about this without accepting it.

You can stay a samurai, not a magician, no matter what I say, everyone will have trouble with my treatment.

This reply leads me to say that I don't want to be made public as a magician. The Vayne Borders bosses will work out measures to do that. I'm going to have more work to do than just lay low, even if I'm dead.

I'll give it to you, you can't let the military council join me every time I'm only a samurai. But if you want me to work with you as a magician, you're going to have to follow the cumbersome steps of looking for an excuse to be present or entrusting someone with a message in order to inform me of the operation.

Wow, you look like such a pain in the ass. So I replied by scolding myself for wanting to escape with my little civic guts that I should take it.

"Oh, thank you"

My answer gives me a relieved look at the Wayne Border Boys.

- Only one person, some didn't break the hard look. Of course it's Reggie.

I suppose you're worried that my acting as a magician might hurt you.

But... I'm not going back. Even though things are fluctuating and I don't know why, I might not be able to protect Alan or Reggie in a position where I can't serve the big time.

I still haven't broken a foothold on killing people.

I'm not even going to let Reggie carry it all.

So now, don't let your allies die. We decided that we should suffer again, thinking only of what we could all live through.

That said, I don't feel big about it, so I stumbled upon someone who had just entered my guardian.

"That and this, thanks to my master who made me his disciple. Without a master yet, I don't know the right or the left."

It's because I had a master! and emphasized.

He told his master that he could only manipulate Operation Dash in that earthly form (the Golem), and he told him how far I could go.

A spouse thrown into the center of the story wandered like a chatter.

And the gaze of the Wayne Borderlands bosses also seemed to have moved on to Master Horace, who was hugging me, so I sat my master on my desk in the mood to hide behind it.

Come on, Master. Protect your disciples.

Sending ale in my heart, my master looks back at me with a glimpse. An eye like an alien in a shade spouse kind of looked at me - but I decided not to notice.