Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

Once again, the Largo descend the long staircase, moving on to the deepest part, slightly above the middle floor, from the structure of the castle. In the meantime, although there are parts of the castle that seem to me to be gates where the guards have consolidated their guard many times, there does not seem to be anyone in this castle who can stop his two legs: His Highness and the captain.

Outside, the sun is completely down and the moon is bright, but inside the royal castle I don't feel incapable of walking. This is because the walls of the corridors in the castle are lit at regular intervals with pine lights that give them enough brightness. Largo feels unnatural, even though it is pine. The reason I realised for the first time now, all the way through the benefits of that light, was because I found only one pine light that was rocking to where I was going. No, I thought it was a pine light that nearly disappeared, but if you look closely, it wasn't the fire that glowed every pine light.

"Oh, my God, this light's already flattering."

When Milin was placed equidistantly in the hallway, eyeing one of the soldiers, the soldiers rushed over to remove the pine light from the platform, took the vanished pine light and sent a signal to the nearest soldier, who was a little further away. Then the soldier who was sent the signal dashed and after disappearing for a while followed the person (I think) wearing the rope from his head.

"My Lord Millian Rune, I apologize for taking a look at your ugliness.

I don't know. It's a woman's voice, no doubt.

"No, the sorcerer Gabe, the nocturnal lighting number, is dauntless. Instead, I was able to get out in a good place. Can you show me that magic light for a second?

"Yes, sir. Istingish (lights out)"

After the rope woman cast a spell on the extinguished light and put it out, she humbly offered the light to Margaretta, and Milin, who received this over Margaretta, had the patterned part of the extinguished light and whipped the part that was emitting light off its pedestal. Then I could see that it was pieces of stone like gems that were emitting light. A conductor is attached to this like a ring, and a swollen, cobble-like part of that conductor is noticed about a quail's egg. Plus, black chunks like as many quail eggs on the cobweb are connected by thick tubes. And at the end of the wire was a piece of paper, like a bound book.

"Largo, this is what magic lights look like. And there's a magic spell on this piece of paper called a script.," he said, but showed Largo the front and back of the rectangle. "Even so, the written script, once the motion is confirmed, hides it so that the magician can't see it.

The slightly awkward atmosphere of a gabe mage comes from under the rope, who, though he is a cold-blooded beast lover, sees him lecture on elusive magic tools even in people's bodies, to beasts who should not even know the language.

Largo, on the other hand, saw that it did look like a short book and didn't seem to say anything. But Largo found the word 'script' unusually appealing and strongly thought it was' I want to see '.

Then, in Largo's eyes, the script that was written there is represented. Instead of lettering or anything else actually appearing, it would be something that could react to Largo's eyes and read the hidden letters. But it's spelled out with something like a cipher I've never seen, which I can't read at all, but if I keep wanting to 'read' even more, something turns out to be plain language. While I admire what has the convenient ability to make it, I wonder if this is also a benefit of the demonic lineage, which makes me feel heavier.

By the way, a script that I could read, but that was all I had.

Definition_Spell Turnup (lit):

Repeat until [spell-istingish] is cast

(cylinder magic = > turn the magnet around the conductor)

Definition_Spell Charge (fill):

Repeat until cylinder's "Perpetual Ability"

(Magic = > Inject into Bombe)

(─ I see, there is a magnet in the cobble of the conductor, and by turning it by magic, the mechanism is to flow electricity to the conductor? It's connected directly to a magic blanket, a mechanism that pumps magic from the outside into something called a cylinder, and keeps it there.

After understanding that, I wonder why I know how it works so well. Magnets are stones that attract iron and the like, and by rotating it around the conductor, the conductor flows current. Whisper, isn't the stone on the front like an LED element instead of a bulb? Yes, my instincts have spoken to me.

It's not absurd delusions or anything, but the question just swells further.

At that time, the cross that plays on Margaretta's big chest hits the eye.

(─ It was said that the Holy Spirit had carved a spell on this cross...)

There are no coding sheets. Does that mean that it is directly crucified by this cross? "I want to see the script," Largo said, staring at the cross, a vast amount of script appears on the cross that seemed unwritten, as he could read the Pine Ming coding sheet.

I haven't had time to read everything, but to some extent, I could swallow a pattern describing a magic script.

"Magic would be amazing. Even so, you don't know what's amazing." Millin leaking a little too bad. "I want to make my own script, too. That way I feel like there's something I can do for the people more, using the power of Kamizumi.

"I would like, however, to address His Royal Highness. Treating witchcraft freely seems to exhort the wizard as an act that is too much for a person. So my teacher says that concealing scripts and purposefully using ancient alien characters in script letters are all admonitions to ensure that sorcery and magic are abused by people and therefore do not seek faith and that people never seek the power of the devil clan.

Millin, listening to it, leaked a slightly unfortunate voice.

"Really? I thought it would be something I could develop more and more with my creativity if taught.

"Yet, in His Royal Highness's year, if scripting were so easy, there would be no more work for a magic descriptor, called the highest of the wizards." To this end Largo speculates that the woman in the robe is an employed sorcerer who works in the royal castle. "All we can do with you is allow the power of the Sacred Springs of Ganima to pour into the cylinders of each tool and, rarely, if anything new in this magic tool at the hands of the Dwarf comes in, move the tool once by chanting a script elaborated in advance by the wizard, and carve and mould it into this special booklet called the Coding Sheet.

This seems to mean that if you chant and activate magic on the tool, you can write the script. At the same time, the magic found that if a script was created, it could be executed on the subject, even if it was not written to the coding sheet of the object.

"Can't you do it without being a magic descriptor? You've also been listening to me being trained under a wizard for quite some time, and that's the limit in people's bodies.

You can't write scripts in humans. It also sounds like magicians have difficulty or inability to produce magic on their own. Then the question also arises as to whether a wizard is not a human being.

The troubles approximate the temptations of Largo, who has swelled up, and Milin has already tried to walk away by passing the lights directly to the woman of the rope, the sorcerer Gabe. At that moment, Largo hurried, based on his knowledge of the current situation, to do what he wanted to try.

First, in the back of my brain, I recall the following:

Definition_Spell Turbo (lit):

Repeat for one second

(Magic = > Allow electrons in the conductor to loop with the conductor)

And for just a moment, I tied myself and around the collar, screaming, as cute as possible.

"Turbo"

As Largo predicted, a strong light suddenly lit for a second - and disappeared - while the magician Gabe was reverting to the pattern, such as the conductors Millin had drawn.

"Is that it? What is it?? It's so bright."

The woman in the robe was twisting her neck, but she didn't see Milin and Margaretta walking away from it any more.

"Margaretta, didn't Largo do something weird right now?

"Really? I sounded like Largo.

"Was I? Then you must be wrong about me.

Largo is convinced that he is a demon. So you can read magic spells, you can make them easy, you can exercise the magic of difficulty on people, and you know that knowledge - for example, more efficient methods.

At the end of the stroll within the royal castle, Largo, who gained the worst of certainty, was often bewildered, self-loathing, and, uh, depressed. If you think about it, you might as well not have been able to confirm that you are a Demon.

After being taken away for a while, he gradually arrived at a place surrounded by all the well-groomed conditioning that the lesser number of times the remainder stepped in was so clear from the damage to the red carpet laid on the floor.

If there is a constant movement of people here, it may be assumed that the floor carpet is a painless interval, frequently replaced. The side tables, decorative shelves, bookshelves, etc. placed on the walls of the hallway are only brilliantly shaped, and the sculptures of the sparse doors, although not excessively gorgeous, are lined with the finest.

Margaretta goes ahead and declares in a voice not so loud in front of the door, now following from the rear when she approaches the front of a door.

"His Royal Highness, Milian Rune, would like to see Her Majesty the Queen, and we are pleased to welcome you.

For a mother to see her daughter, it would be reasonable given her identity and format, although she is a reclining entrance. A beautiful maid opened the door to me, dressed in the same outfit as Ms Riml from inside, in her late 20s, still looking as serious as Ms Riml smelling the same, but not wearing too much makeup. When the exterior open door is released, you can see what's going on inside the room. Besides Her Majesty the Queen found three adult men surrounding a circular table not as large as two.

Her Majesty the Queen, who finished the 'Supreme Council', looks like she enjoys tea with several dignitaries. Is there only one of the three men who walked with the queen earlier, such as the nobility of a brain-warrior who beat his intelligence?

One of the latter two would obviously prefer the presence of opposing stations, such as a musculoskeletal military man, and now one, albeit noble aristocrat, some thin line, kind looking uncle.

The shadow resembles no heart or milin.

As he entered the room, his tender-looking uncle stood up first and called a friendly voice to Millin.

"Oh, Millin, you've made another pretty friend. Let my father touch the child, too.

A noble uncle, a little older than Yuscario, still seems to be Milin's father, as I imagined from the shadows.

"Sir Leold, be in a good mood. Did you go out of your way to climb the castle today for the Supreme Council?

Milin also speaks of his father in a mere form. I guess I don't like to be formalized outside of official places because I have no choice but to choose words like this in places like this.

It seems that your father is Sir Leold, and I wonder if there is any translation of being a princess's father and not a king, but an aristocrat. Alternatively, there can be a subtle relationship, such as a daughter having a higher order of succession to the throne, because the lineage lies with Her Majesty the Queen and Sir Leold is the king's mate. Seeing that they were not ostracized or present at such a meeting of important figures, I wondered if that area was correct.

That Sir Leold touches his daughter's arm-by-arm Largo without even answering Millin's question. If either Largo or Milin are female without blood ties, it is an act that can be sued for sexual harassment no matter how old they are.

Nevertheless, it is still a constant parental density for Largo, but apart from its overwhelming fondness, I do not feel anything like the kindness or intimacy I receive from Milin or the Queen.

"Rahh."

(─ I'd rather have a young woman than an old man)

On the other hand, speaking of similarities in facial shadows, not those of muscle, brainwarriors are similar to crims. Crim was supposed to be the Duke's daughter, so it's no surprise he was heavily used by the Queen to attend these seats. He complains to Largo's demonic eye that the identity of the muscle man is unknown, but the sword lowered to his waist is not just one.

"Really, you sound like Largo. Interesting."

When Her Majesty leaked her admiration, the air in the room, which was tense, felt quite calm.

In response, Millin opened her mouth.

"Your Majesty the True King, the supreme council immediately after the solace festival seems a long way off.

"─, yes. Even though this time things have been cleared up, the kingdom has no seeds of concern. You're 12 years old, too, so you seem to be the first person in the ranks of succession to the throne, and you have to get an adult debate done and attend the meeting as soon as possible.

(─ His Royal Highness is 12? Aren't you overgrown??)

Millin's height is, indeed, slightly lower than the average of the women in the castle, but it seems that another year or two will be enough in the range of 'women'. On the other hand, I ask you to grow up early at the age of 12, so does this mean you get older faster than you perceive yourself here?

"The cycle of the year has been longer, and it is now four hundred and eighty-seven days. When people's history began, it was engraved in three hundred and sixty-five days for a long time, so I think in common sense at the time, His Highness Milian Rune would be almost 16 years old.

Largo fell in love with Margaretta's compelling commentary that she was seven hundred years old.

(─ I see, then I will be about seventy-five minutes old as I feel. Is the feeling of Jibu somewhat old?

But I don't know if there are any other brothers or if the queen system is thorough, but it is a surprising Largo, even though Milin is the leader in the ranks of succession to the throne. In short, I am the future queen's favorite pet. I swear to my heart that the luckiest lizard in the world realizes that I need to make this happy stable life last longer so they don't hate me at best.

Meanwhile, Millin, who had been advised by the Queen to treat her as an adult, suddenly turned to the muscle warrior and spoke resolutely, becoming a solid face with adult responsibilities.

"Then can you teach me, too, to understand, Dear Godfrey?