The day after Ex decided to go home.

As usual in the Viscount household, the pigs were yelling.

“Yesman, you haven’t found the flawed mage yet!”

“We are searching diligently, Viscount-sama.”

I wonder if he thinks that crying like a baby is the job of the head of the Viscount family. Repeat the same question with only spinal reflexes without using the brain.

“How about someone other than a flawed mage? Sure, it might cost money, but I don’t care, huh? What do you think?”

“No, as I’ve said many times, no one else can.”

Normally, I would get angry because it was the butler’s job to do something about it, but today it was different.

Perhaps Viscount Radrich’s brain was activated by being cornered, and a faint spark of intelligence resided in his dull eyes, just like a momentary spark.

“And then I finally noticed.”

“It’s very important!”

“Yes man. Why can’t someone else do the work that a flawed mage can do? Guild Master said, is he a flawed mage?”

“That’s right, but no one can imitate Ex. Not only that, but there are even rumors that he has been certified as a great mage.”

Hearing Yesman’s whispered voice, the Viscount’s face began to change in surprise, anger, suspicion, and confusion, as if he had started spinning a roulette wheel.

“Hey, hey, hey, you say you’re an archmage????

“Yes. It’s just a rumor.”

It’s a suspicion that the facial expression roulette stopped blipping.

“Was it a lie that you can only use elementary magic?”

“No, that’s true. There’s no doubt that even children can only use elementary magic. However, the only thing that can’t be imitated is the duration of its effect. It seems to be an abnormal length.” /p>

“Gunuuuuu.”

“That’s the only difference.” The Viscount-sama trembled with a bright red face.

“What should you think about when you fail?”

introspection? counter-measure? excuse? Submissive? Conjecture?

no! That’s the exploited mindset. I am an aristocrat of the ruling class on the exploiting side.

“In other words, what’s important is where to place the blame.” I came up with a target that had no aftertaste, and Viscount-sama’s fat plump and trembled with anger.

“It’s Guild Master. I’m in this situation because I just accepted Guild Master’ story without hesitation. That plague god, I’m sorry! I’ll send you to the mines.”

“The swollen fist was raised, but…

Guild Master brilliantly dodged the Viscount’s wrathful hammer. He mocks that attack as invalid. Because

“He’s already in. He’s right now! In the mines as a criminal slave.”

Viscount-sama opened his mouth wide when the pain-relieving butler pointed out.

After taking a deep breath of fresh air and regaining my composure, she turned red in frustration and glared at the direction of the mine.

“Nuuuu. Then at least add 10 years to the sentence!”

“As you wish”

“Unfortunately, the prison term has been extended!”

　Ex’s specialty was activated by everyone involved without realizing it, and today’s winner, Guild Master, received 10 years of additional critical damage with stinky food.

At that time, as if to inform the person concerned of bad luck, Guild Master’ poor pickaxe broke in the mine. In the dark tunnel, the voice of the unexpectedly strong Guild Master praying, called Exu, echoes. Well, let’s not talk about that.

“Yes man. So what should I do? What are you going to do?”

“Yes. We are actively searching.”

“The current situation is a stalemate.”

The Viscount-sama’s meaningless reprimands and demands for a solution continued, but no matter how talented Yes-Man was, it was impossible.

“In other words… only time is dying.”

“This is a meeting.”

Speaking of achievements, the incompetent Viscount-sama just gained a little more curse vocabulary.

“However, the wind blew at that time.”

The head maid opened the door of the stagnant room like a gust of wind.

“Butler, we are in an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?”

Yesman switched his mind to the unusual atmosphere, but the head maid noticed Viscount-sama’s existence and was reluctant to talk.

“Ah…that’s something the Viscount would hear.”

“No problem. Talk here.”

Usually, I don’t want to talk about important things in Viscount-sama’s ears because I don’t like to add more trouble, but today only Viscount-sama’s endless vain child mental drain has dulled my judgment. I will proceed with an important story.

“Huh? I don’t know what’s going to happen, I… the Dwarven Queen of the neighboring country has come to inspect and is asking for permission to land.”

“What? You usually come home from the Sheeptown Festival. Especially at such a troublesome time.”

Yesman was even more troubled, but when he saw the viscount clapping his hands next to him, he realized his mistake and bit his lip in frustration.

“I pray to heaven not to complicate matters any further.”

It’s pointless! When I glanced at the side, Viscount Radrich’s face broke. That face is right. Oh, it’s the usual face.

“Oh yeah! I just thought of something good.”

　…The faces of the butler and the head maid, seeing the dark future a few seconds ahead, sank like a wake.

“Listen to the wonderful (impossible) ideas!”

“Why don’t you ask the Dwarf Queen to find a flawed magician? If it’s a dwarf’s technical ability, it should be easy.In addition, you can get a magic tool to educate you not to rebel in the future.”

“Isn’t it wrong for Yesman to listen to Viscount-sama?” And the chief maid’s accusatory and protesting gaze pierced through me. It’s as if he’s saying goodbye.

The face of the Viscount in a good mood adds to the blow.

Yesman wrinkled his eyebrows, but a revelation flashed through his voice.

“That’s right. If you have the technical skills of a dwarf, you might even be able to make magic tools for Ex.”

The head maid understood what she was talking to herself, and the viscount missed it.

“As expected of the butler”

“Hmm? Did you say something? Yesman”

Yesman gave the head maid a wink. A secret plan that can overcome the current situation comes from an unexpected place, and the voice trembles.

“No, Viscount-sama. I have a very good idea. For that reason, let’s entertain the Queen first.”

“Is that right? I’ll leave it to Yesman.”

Yesman laughs.

The man who found a new hope sends instructions to the head maid.

“I see hope. We should be able to do it. We’ll do it.”

“Yes, the eternal ice will melt and the grade will drop considerably, but I will do my best to entertain you. Then, I will send you a landing clearance.”

A huge airship slowly descended into the courtyard. I stole the sunshine from Yesman looking up at the sky, and when I saw how big it was, I couldn’t help but let out a voice of admiration.

“It’s big. Is this the technical power of the dwarves? With this, it should be possible to replace Ex.”

The butler narrowed his eyes at the rising dust from the downburst when it was close to the ground.

The voice of the Viscount-sama echoed as if blowing away such serious feelings.

“Yesman! Sand in my eyes. Attacked! Protect me.”

“Viscount!? Are you okay?”

While I was frantically taking care of Viscount-sama, I heard a thud and the airship landed.

From this point on, the reception to avoid the downfall of the Viscount family (to put it bluntly, secure a place to work?) begins.

“Satisfy the Dwarven Queen.”

A gangway was lowered from the airship, and a series of well-dressed brown women who looked like sailors descended to protect them.

A loli queen appeared from inside.

“And next to the queen is a boy.”

yeah? ?

Yesman rubbed his eyes.

“I think I’ve seen it somewhere before.”

“Wait!” what. I was looking for it, but my voice trembled that such an appearance was unexpected.

“Ex? Why are you there?”

“What!? Yes. Yes! Did you finally reflect and come back to me? It’s a very troublesome fellow.”

Next to his carefree master, the deranged Yesman felt a vague sense of unease.