Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The imprisoned Miss Emeline Finard and her other children are not in Baron Delphion Castle.

That news came the day after I stayed at the Finard family.

It was surprisingly early because Mr. Ernest had someone to contact in advance.

It was Mr. Ernest who expected to be imprisoned in a different place, but that's just a guess. In case you were imprisoned in a castle, or not, you seemed to think you would need reinforcements and help.

Hi Ernest seems to be better at gathering information and guessing.

The assault group on the castle also said it wasn't just a swine rush, but let people infiltrate first to see what was going on inside.

And more than this is Delphion, it is the people of Delphion who are made to work down there.

The assault team is also turning back early, he said, as soon as the investigation was done with their help as well.

Then we decided to go where Mr. Ernest expected us to go.

A town called Inion, south of Baron Delphion's Castle.

It's a fort near there.

It is the noble hostages that the Luain side is grabbing. In some cases, it is also an asset in the form of a person, who can also take ransom from relatives when the funds of the current situation become tight.

Whatever the way you use it, it should let you live quite a bit for the time being.

But if you want to lock it up and make sure it's not easily taken away by the enemy, you think it's a good idea that the Baron's relatives renovated one of the towers in a cell when they rebelled?

The reason you can't be in a dungeon is because the hygiene and the environment are terrible, so women and children die quickly.

Mr. Cain told me that Evrard's dungeon is a pretty good one.

In some cases, there's no such thing as a vent. And the more years go by... well, you think it's going to be awful? I don't want to think about it, that.

Even if not, whether the noble lady can be locked up in a cell and spend a long time.

To think about that, I feel a sense of manhood from Emeline, who seems to have been caught not by Mr. Lucille, but by herself. Even if it's better for a little girl than a dungeon, prison life would be tight.

We have to drop that fort fast after we have a plan of action. That's Reggie I said.

"If we don't keep the hostages in check, Delphion could break us off. If we move the army, it could move there and there."

To do so, he says, there are things that should not be done for rescue.

"Chiara, this time in the direction of not breaking the fort"

"What?"

"It will be difficult to protect other soldiers and those who were imprisoned when the Luainian army came after us. You're gonna have a tough time overhauling it right after the fight, too, aren't you?

"That's right...... Yeah, but... it's hard."

Unexpectedly I groan.

Everything is easy to break. And that's where the amount of magic is used.

But don't break the fort - it's so hard to deal with earthlings, etc. without scraping the walls.

Soldiers on the walls first.

If we don't do something about this, people in the Falzian army will smash arrows and hot water from the top, and horribly boiled oil.

... Reggie who poisoned me, I'm really afraid of the damage because there are so many examples.

To do something about it, fire and oil keep coming. I'd like to get the earthly shape (golem) closer, but if I were on it, I'd be good.

I can't use high-spec moves like knocking them off with a sword.

Oh, but Mr. Cain won't say anything this time either, and I'm much more used to handling magic than before, so is it possible to remotely operate if I mix my own blood?

Reggie said, "Me, I level up!" Or so you can say. "

But approaching, eliminating soldiers without breaking walls means picking each and every one of them? But I'm far away, so it's a level of difficulty to blindfold and break watermelons.

Hmm and roaring, my master laughs.

"If only I were alive... hihihich"

"Oh, Master, did you do something?

"Say what. My specialty is wind. I flew and traveled in the sky during my active life."

"What, I'm so proud of that! I wanted to fly too! Why is it dirt magic? Ooh!

I laugh like my master has won when I can hold his head and disappoint him.

Along with that, it was Mr. Ernest who laughed when he shrugged.

"Lord Mage is adorable. I didn't know you were gonna say anything like a little boy."

At first, I thought you were flattered, Mr. Ernest's dialogue.

"How many times did my child think it would be a boy..."

Apparently, he remembered Mr. Emeline. I mean, he reminds me of my daughter around like a boy... At last my expectations for Mr. Emeline in me rise.

At the same time, I imagined a master flying in the sky.

I really get the sight of a spouse flying in the sky rather than an old man flying in the sky.

Still, flying a master seems good.

Because Master made it hollow, it's pretty light, isn't it? Small dog-like weight.

So I also thought about propelling it on my master's head and flying it...... but I don't know.

Will it feel like a radical plane, a helicopter, or a drone?

But you're gonna turn the propeller all the time, right? If you can't reach me anymore, you won't be able to turn around, will you?

With that in mind, first we went back to the main unit of the Falgian army to secure our strength.

The main unit was twitching and moving near the fort where Baron Delphion's soldiers and the Luainian army were stationed.

It was almost in position as planned, so it was easy to find and rendezvous.

And while he was on guard, it seemed that neither Alan nor Mumble would have launched an attack.

"It's best to adopt safety measures if you want to. I can't believe they're doing too much damage without you in the siege."

I was told, I got a little confused.

Because I could feel that you were being helpful.

"Yeah, when I attack a fort, I'll do my best, I'll destroy it, I'll leave it to you!

"Hey, I'm going to destroy you..."

"Chiara, I'm a little bit of a word picker..."

Rarely has Mr. Cain stopped me with a bewildered look.

But the hour is already late. Marquis Azul, who wanted to pass nearby, had heard it.

"You know what?"

The stopped Marquis of Azur holds his arms up in heaven.

"Again, God's protection of the Falgian royal family was thick! It is a rare thing, such as a sorcerer who promises such a spare contribution to our army! But beside His Royal Highness, if you will, you can make an immediate wish, because the goddess of war has descended!

"Uh, um..."

It could be with the goddess of war. I'm so embarrassed.

"Mr. Chiara, hey, I'll hurry up and leave!

Mr. Cain ran out with me beside him in such a hurry.

"Whew, bitterness......!

"It's your fault, bear with me, idiot!

Alan gets mad at me for running out with him.

What the hell kind of tiger tail did I step on?

In the meantime too, the Voltage of the Marquis of Azur rises.

"That's the descendant of God's chosen and silver-haired king! This land of Falgia feels the will of God that the king of silver hair should reign. Ooh!

Soldiers who were around fled the scene without a blind eye.

I can hear you clearly saying you're away, so if you were on your side, your ears would be sore.

"Oh Glorious Falgia Ahhh!!... aguuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

But Marquis Azur's shout of joy soon disappeared.

Count Ennistel, who should have been far away, rushed quickly and beat him down with the cane he had.

"Your habit doesn't heal because of it. Though that sounds good because his ears were far away, don't injure the soldier outside of combat.... I used my wand to be boring at all."

So monologue, Count Ennistel walked away as if nothing had happened.

The Marquis Azul, who is left behind, is taken away by his men, who are resistant to shouting, to nowhere.

Where I could no longer see that appearance, the relieved air spread through the army.

Mr. Cain got me down with a sigh, and he also gave me an explanation.

"Azur is the land with the largest number of Jeremiah Episcopal followers. Not just our country in the first place, but all the ancient ginseng kingdoms were the ones where the king who dreamed of God's announcement made a country on that land, giving reason for the royal family to unite the country. In other territories and elsewhere, the strength of force is the basis for trust and loyalty to the royal family, but the people of Azur, the Jeremiah ecclesiastical faithful, have still been promised the throne by their God, so the Falgian royal family thinks the silver-haired king should reign."

"I see... so heated up so much..."

In the future, I breathed as I tried not to irritate the Duke a little more.