Chapter 165

“He was a man under the command of Marquis Tipol.”

Somerset’s Visiting Room.

O’Neill returned from the islands after two days and reported the progress.

There were quite a few collaterals of the imperial family, and to be under the Marquis of Tipol meant that they were a force that supported Tania, the second princess.

“Then the plan remains unchanged.”

The critical movements of the Tein forces have been observed continuously for the past few days.

If you’re going to stage a coup, it doesn’t matter what the succession competition will look like, so there’s no reason to threaten me. On the contrary, he’ll thank you for distracting him.

“Thanks to that, it became easier to move troops. 500 people were given permission to pass through the gateway.”

“Good for you. What about them?”

“We didn’t know, it’s an excuse of excessive loyalty. For now, everyone has been detained.”

“It’s a tail cut.”

It was obvious, so I didn’t feel anything.

The first purpose is to protect the empire from the attack of flying monsters. Of course, he took control of the imperial palace.

However, no matter how good the special lease is, it is not easy to compete with the royal guardian wizard with a decent number.

In particular, the important point was that the will to fight should be lost by overpowering the opponent, not the enemy.

‘Because I can’t fight.’

However, in any case, the special lease was Coltman’s enlisted men, and no matter how critical the situation was, it was impossible to bring such a large number of people into the system. There are also three court mages in the system.

The imperial family was checking whether they had left the northern barrier empty, so more than half of them had to sneak in.

At this time, I was attacked unexpectedly, and I had a good excuse that I felt threatened.

A huge number of troops are gathering at the southwestern gateway to the islands, and of course there are many troops under the mighty Marquis of Tipol.

Such an excuse to expand the reinforcements to protect me from any unknown danger.

“Since we’ve done this far, we believe that my father will take good care of the rest, and we prepare to leave for Liden.”

“When do you want to leave?”

“Immediately after the confrontation.”

“All right.”

O’Neill bowed his head and backed away, and I left the meeting room a moment later.

Usually, these important conversations are held in the club room, but the area around the room, which was usually quiet, was noisy today.

“Five four, left 3. Top 1!”

“Left 3, top 1!”

“I think this is broken!”

“Nothing is broken. If you turn hard… … Wow, with 3! don’t fire! Cut off the magic!”

To be precise, refugees and students were crowded in the wide empty lot behind the clubhouse.

A very wide open space made by burning a whopping 600m long forest.

It was a place created from the beginning to experiment with lasers, so practice was also possible here.

On this side, Frid was struggling hard.

“percussion!”

Flash!

At the end of twists and turns, five gun barrels lined up on the left and right emitted light at the same time.

All five prepared wooden targets were smashed cleanly. Probably because it was relatively close.

“Take a 10-minute break and move on to the next group!”

With no control personnel and only Frid, he was collecting broken targets while sweating profusely.

I approached Frid with five new targets.

“It’s a lot of trouble.”

“Ah, Lord Rockstryn.”

“Are there any problems?”

“There’s no case where I can’t shoot, but the handle is a little stiff, so I guess it’s difficult for young children to turn well.”

“Well, even His Highness complained that it was difficult to turn it.”

The laser has knobs to adjust the left and right and up and down angles of the gun barrel, respectively.

Even the 10-year-olds were in the middle of a 2-star rating, so that must have been the problem.

“Still, if you lower the pressure more than this, the angle becomes inaccurate, so I think it would be better to attach someone who turns the handle only for those who have a hard time.”

“I will. Oh, give me the target. I can bet.”

“I have to go see the contestants gathering together. Suffer.”

“I’m not too hard on myself.”

Leaving behind Frid’s reliable back, I headed for the Tower of Truth.

The competition starts tomorrow.

The students from Sorus and Oberon had already been assigned rooms in the Tower of Truth vacant room and were staying.

when lunch.

Originally, there was no official schedule until the match started, but it was arbitrarily borrowed the name of Baeller.

I asked my friend Oliver to treat me to a special luncheon, and he readily agreed.

First, I headed to Jinridang Kitchen. Oliver was the only one I asked for, but there seemed to be a lot of busy people in the kitchen, as if he had summoned his subordinates.

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Just in time to see Oliver, I stuck my head out and asked.

“Are you ready?”

“of course. Appetizers will be served in 30 minutes as scheduled.”

“Then I will go in.”

Turn around and check the mirror once more.

Since Hira looked after her in the clubroom in the morning, there was nothing to worry about. always have a perfect face

One minute before noon.

There are students who want to have a quiet meal, so there is a reception room in the form of a room on one wall of Jinridang.

It can accommodate up to 50 students, but it was appropriate because there were 15 students per academy participating in the competition, so a total of 45 students.

I was able to meet Baeller waiting at the door. Baeller seemed to have just arrived as well, and he seemed to be quietly listening to the door.

“You’re here.”

“How is the mood?”

“No problem, but we don’t get along.”

“That’s enough. I won’t talk much. Because it was hosted by a senior.”

“I know.”

“Let’s go in.”

drooling.

Carefully open the sliding door and enter.

“How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

“Those who have no tradition know etiquette, what do they know?”

“I don’t think cooking will taste good either… … .”

pop.

The conversation is cut off in an instant, and the attention in the room is focused in an instant.

It was rumored that the students of Sorus were seated closest to the door.

Baeller smiled softly and walked to the table of honor, and I sat down in an empty seat along the way.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Why are you here so late?”

On the left was Broman from Enpyrian, and on the right was Nasha from Liden.

Although the grades were evenly distributed, the two of them asked to appear in the competition because they belonged to Summer Turge and were a link to other countries.

“I have work.”

The main character arrives late.

The main character here is Baeller, not me. However, if I arrived first, I would get attention, so I decided to enter with Baeller.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting. This is Baeller Rongrd.”

Baeller, who had gone to the seat of honor, stood up and began to speak.

“The reason we gathered you all here is not because of a particularly great purpose. There was a time when we bit each other and fought, but that’s a thing of the past now. As you all know, the continent is in a bad mood these days. I can’t guarantee what will happen even if we join forces, but I don’t think there will be time to fight.”

News of the Whirlwind Islands and Abyss had already spread across campus.

Still, the reason why they can stay here calmly is because the Empire’s defenses are strong.

Not only the three court wizards, but also numerous wizards that were mass-produced through imagination theory and became power immediately, as well as agile response systems and lasers from transmission towers.

“The situation for adults is complicated. However, diplomacy with tangled interests and gains and losses, old remnants, are far from us. I don’t think there is any need to inherit such useless things.”

Externally, Baeller is still a member of the royal family, so the weight of this remark is heavy.

Even if it’s not an official event, if you’re selected as a representative of each magic academy, it’s usually a major noble.

Still, Baeller is saying this by naming Rongrult.

“So I hope we can be that small starting point. Even if it’s only for a few days, I want to forget the remnants of the past and start and finish the competition happily.”

Baeller bowed his head.

It is only the direct royal family like Ai-nim who learns not to bow their heads to others, but even collateral members do not usually bow their heads to quite a few people.

clap clap clap!

I clapped my hands at the right time, and the other students showed the same reaction.

Unfortunately, some of the girls are so dazed that their palms don’t fit, and they must not even remember what they said.

“Then let me briefly introduce myself. Although everyone wears name badges on their uniforms.”

A light laugh pervaded the hall.

Baeller proceeded smoothly without gaps. It was a complete opposite of his usual appearance, where he seemed to be present or absent in the room.

Yes, that is the power of ‘fake’.

It can’t be compared to my clumsy acting.

It must have been very easy for Baeller, who has lived his entire life as a stranger.

“This is Lockstrin Aindarok.”

My introduction ended with that.

It seemed like he was waiting for something, so he added just one more word.

“It’s the Rockstrin everyone knows.”

wow

No one knew me, so I didn’t really need a long explanation. Rather than a special reaction, only low admiration followed.

and followed by

“Broman Angelops. Summer Turge is better than Oberon. The rice is delicious.”

“Oh, is it real?”

“You can look forward to it.”

“Believe?”

Oberon’s students responded.

Broman, the 3rd prince, had a good relationship with most of the royal nobles, Oberon’s students, thanks to his informal personality.

“This is Nasha Shun. In Sorus, as you know, they were kicked out. Somehow, I am staying as an envoy.”

Since the competition itself was not important, only me and Baeller attended among the technical staff.

30 minutes passed quickly as 45 people finished their introductions one at a time.

Even at a glance, high-quality appetizers were lined up on the table.

“Shall we talk lightly and talk? Miss Petrin?”

“yes?”

“Oberon has interacted with Summer Turge a few times, but this is the first time Sorus has. I guess you have some questions.”

Each academy had a representative.

Somerset was Baeller, the 4th grade student representative and known organizer of the competition, and in Sors’ case, a girl named Petrin.

As we talked, I quietly asked Nasha, who was next to me.

“What kind of person is he?”

“It’s a very bad-tempered bitch. It’s the same first-class elder family, but it’s famous.”

“uh… … .”

“There is no emperor in Riden, but there is no royal family. look at that smile Definitely just.”

I was eating the soup, but I was biting my molars hard as to what I was chewing, so I decided not to ask more.

In any case, it meant that the friendly promotion meeting hosted by Baeller had been successfully conducted.

“Thank you all for your time. It’s okay after that, so if you have any questions or need anything, please feel free to tell me.”

Students leave the waiting room with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Baeller and I remained where we were sitting. The laughter that used to captivate people is nowhere to be found.

Sweeping her bright blonde hair to the side, Baeller said in a tired voice.

“This should be enough.”

“you are doing well.”

“Don’t make me do it twice.”

“I will host next time.”

The pocket hums. It was a communicator made by Neil.

It should have started by now.

“If there is a next.”

I put the communicator in my ear.

[The monster has started moving north.]