In order to leave for ＜Spellage＞, of course, there were problems that preceded it. Since I’m a student anyway, I need to get permission from the ruler of this academy.

“Principal, I came here because of something I told you about before.”

Tia was taking care of Spina as always, and if there was something different from usual, it would be the extent to which Prina was added nearby.

Prina lay down nearby with a puzzled expression and didn’t even look this way.

It must have been too much to calm Spina’s heat.

“Are you a speller?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t normally report things like that to me, but… … . Well, it will come up to me as a result, so it won’t matter.”

“I think so too.”

“But if something like this happens in the future, go to the department, you bastard.”

Of course, there was no way to find the head of the academy one by one because of this.

Normally, it was a problem that I would have to pass on to the magic department through the professor in charge of the [1-4] class to which I belonged.

However, in the case of me, I would have been called here in the end because my social status was halfway difficult to touch.

And above all.

“Since the principal wrote my letter of recommendation, I just thought I should let you know before anyone else.”

“Should I call this admirable or ungrateful?”

Tia laughed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Are you taking a leave of absence or dropping out?”

“I think it will be enough for absenteeism.”

“It’s not like taking a day or two off, so ask for an absence notice? You man, there is a certain degree to being shameless.”

Well, honestly it is.

If it’s short, it could be a week, or if it’s long, you could be missing the whole semester.

However, asking for that period of time is actually admitting that you want to eat it raw.

“… … But when you’re at your level, missing that period would rather be for the sake of other students. To be honest, you never intend to lose in an intermediate magic class, right?”

“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for me to lose? Even at the intermediate level of magic.”

“So it is. Why are you taking intermediate magic classes in the first place? No, even if you listen, can’t you relax a bit like Alexios or Arietta?”

“If there were even rumors that I was weakened because I was exhausted, would the assassins come more than now?”

In the current situation, if I lose first place, there will be all sorts of speculations about me saying that I am weak.

With that assumption, the number of people monitoring me will increase, and the number of assassins I will encounter while wandering around will increase. Actually, this is an overreaction.

Still, I can’t help it because it’s better not to leave room for itself.

“And now, do the students like it because I am controlling my strength? As usual is fine.”

Adjusting what is actually possible isn’t too bad. Isn’t that deception? I don’t want to.

“I hate myself for being persuaded by your words.”

“Don’t deny it. The school principal thought so too. You thought the same thing as me!”

“Really disgusting.”

This kind of conversation is boring now.

In the past, it took a lot of courage to stand in front of Tia, but don’t you think you’ve gotten closer now?

“And who will take care of Noah if I cannot go up to the 2nd grade through grades or leave of absence?”

“ah… … . There was that too.”

Lately, Eleanor is quiet because she’s training.

Still, in Tia’s perception, it must be a troublemaker who doesn’t know when, where, and for what reason.

“Then, I will try to do this somehow at my discretion. Oh, but take the test when you come back? You have to take some notes, but they will recognize your grades.”

“I will.”

“Well, then let’s stay… … . Wait a minute.”

Tia started searching through the drawers looking for documents related to her absence.

Well, it would take some time, as it would normally be the one receiving the documents, not the one handing them over.

“Are the horns okay now?”

“… … yes.”

When I ask Spina, who is playing with the fallen Prina’s hair, what’s the point of being absentmindedly, the usual indifferent answer comes back.

Unlike Tia, she is a calm child.

“Don’t play tricks on my brother. Die.”

“… … I hope the head of the academy will trust me a little more.”

“It’s a conclusion after subtracting the love for your sister and the trust in you.”

“Is my trust low or is my love for my sister high?”

“both.”

It’s like a crazy siscom.

It’s almost unbelievable that this is the same base.

“there.”

While I was arguing with Tia again, this time, Spina spoke to me.

Until now, Spina had never shown interest in me, but it’s a strange thing.

“Yes, Miss Spina.”

“Is your brother a prince?”

“Yes… … ?”

“This is just like my brother.”

What Spina showed me was a children’s book. It was a fairy tale about ＜Spellage＞.

Even looking at the magical picture drawn on the cover, the contents of Oz seemed clear.

It was because a black-haired boy wearing a [Starry Sky Robe] was drawn.

“Yes, the prince is right. maybe right? Wouldn’t that be right?”

“Why do you have so little confidence in yourself?”

“I don’t know what will happen now.”

I intend to settle with Salem this time. Will he retain the position of successor as it is, or will he give up his qualifications completely?

It’s time to decide.

“Was there even a fairy tale book like this?”

When I see Spina holding a fairy tale book to me with her rare sparkling eyes, I suddenly accept it.

“Well… … .”

The content of the fairy tale I skimmed through could literally be said to be a fairy tale.

A fairy tale about a mysterious boy who suddenly appears and overcomes the ordeal of the king of magic and becomes a prince.

A steel giant, a lion with a mane of flame, and even a moving puppet. It oddly fits with the fairy tales I told you before.

Somewhere in the realistic yet merhentic content, laughter flows.

“I heard you liked it, so it looks like you brought it yourself.”

“It’s a little different from what you said. I can’t believe I never imagined that your experiences were made into a fairy tale? Did you dramatize it?”

“Yes.”

To be honest, the fairy tale I mentioned would be original.

You should have noticed from the name Oz in the first place.

“Hey, are you going to see the Steel Giant again?”

“I do not know… … .”

A steel giant from a fairy tale, a lion with a mane of flame, and a moving puppet. These three must be [Sorcery King] Salem’s transcendent magic.

“Maybe you can see it, depending on what you do.”

“It’s gonna be fun.”

“… … I look forward to it too.”

Actually, it would be better if I didn’t have to watch it.

Seeing that it is even expressed as a grandiose ordeal, it is obvious that it has absurd power.

But isn’t it impossible to break a child’s innocence?

“I also want faithful subordinates like these.”

Well, for a child, his desires are quite detailed.

“Ah, here it is. Now, Oz, write it down at least roughly. And take him with you as you go.”

Tia, who brought the papers, pointed to Prina, who was still lying face down in front of the desk, and said.

“I’m not friendly.”

“If I were friendly, I would have been rather suspicious. What I’m saying is that he’s an elder-level wizard, but he’s living in a mountain valley somewhere, so he’s not registered as a speller.”

“You mean go to the spelling and help register?”

“Why is there so much work? Wasn’t our contract even to cool off Miss Spina?”

Prina, who had been prone to Tia’s coercive attitude, raised her head for the first time in protest.

Through the witch hat, you can see long dark blue hair and purple eyes reminiscent of the sea.

Her hair was tied up in the middle, and her eyes gave off a languid yet haughty look.

“You said you wanted to be comfortable? If you are certified as an elder mage, the research support fee comes from the speller every month?”

“… … You should have told me that first.”

Prina nodded at the sound of the money coming in.

For someone with the title [Witch of the Ice Castle], she is indolent and snobbish.

No, since I live in a castle, is it natural for me to be snobbish?

“Anyway, an elder-class wizard at that age is talented.”

“What do you mean by a swindler who became an elder at the age of 10?”

“If you say that, then I have nothing more to say.”

Oz’s talent is so scary.

I can’t even use the highest level of magic right now, so it can be said that I’m worse than 10-year-old Oz.

Is this just inferiority?

“But are you really going to be okay? If you go with me and get targeted, I can’t take responsibility.”

“Um… … . And then, is that also the case? After all, when it comes to spells, there will be more menacing things than half-assassins.”

The power of ＜Spellage＞ is beyond imagination. It is a country that was not easily touched even by that greedy empire.

There was a reason I thought a lot before choosing ＜Spelling＞.

“Oh, then you can take it. That… … . Your pet cat?”

“A hateful expression like that would hurt Lucia a lot.”

“… … I wonder if it’s the same for you, whose name pops out right away.”

Oops, was it a judo newspaper?

It’s like a cowardly dragon.

“Still, it sounds like a pretty good idea. I will invite you once.”

“Yeah, try to be nice. And take care of Prina too. Because he will be your junior next year.”

“I will try. Still, if you’re an elder-level wizard, wouldn’t you be able to protect yourself? You have to do that much.”

I’ll treat you to your heart’s content. Even though she’s older than me, isn’t she a junior anyway?

“Well, that will be fine. He seemed to have skills.”

“Then I can’t help it.”

As if to patronize, he writes down Prina’s name on the absence notice received from Tia.

This created a powerful escort.

I wanted to write down Lucia’s name as well, but I left it blank for now.

I want to just write it down and get approval after the fact, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy to bring Lucia out in the current situation.

The one who owns her right now is none other than Stasia.

* * *

“Hmm… … . So, are you asking me to borrow Lucia?”

“Yes, Your Highness Stasia. In a way, it may seem like they are taking out manpower, but I promise to return it to the empire.”

“… … Aren’t you treating me like a thing? Prince of Oz. Shouldn’t you ask for my permission first?”

hahahaha, I pretended to be expensive for a theme that I had no choice but to install it anyway if the princess or discra asked me to.

Still, you need to respect her ego.

So I think it would be better to convince them with what I recently felt.

“… … Her Highness Stasia, looking at Lucia’s life recently, I feel uneasy. Wouldn’t you need a break once in a while?”

“Um… … Certainly, unlike the first impression, it was somewhat drawn out.”

Until recently, Lucia had been under tremendous strain.

In addition to assisting Discre, he worked at ＜Tenebris＞, looked after the princess, and even had a part-time job. I ran without a break.

Maybe that’s why he’s seemed crazy lately.

I hope so.

“But isn’t following the Prince of Oz also a break?”

“At least the intensity of the work will be reduced. Besides, if you come with me, you will be treated the best.”

Of course, you will encounter a lot of assassins as well.

However, that may change depending on the assistance of the agents of ＜Tenebris＞ in ＜Spellage＞.

After all, she is the commander who commands the lower ranks.

It is said that you will be able to get enough rest depending on how hard you try.

“And I don’t know of anyone as trustworthy as her.”

“Hmm?”

“Hmm, hmm, hmm… … .”

At my blatant praise, Stasia narrowed her eyes, and Lucia pretended to be nothing and cleared her throat.

“Well, depending on the situation, there’s nothing I can’t help with. However, without the permission of Her Highness and the leader… … .”

“Uh, yes.”

Of course, Lucia’s tail was wagging like she was in a good mood.

Just like a simple guy.

“Recently, I have also been blocked from understanding human emotions, so I can lend her. but… … .”

“There will be a price to pay. Do you want my blood?”

“I am also the Prince of Oz. Is it because you speak well? Where is this time… … .”

I knew she would ask me for blood from the start.

I heard it through discreet.

She said that the number of times she drank blood had decreased significantly recently.

Apparently, since I drank my own blood, drinking the blood of others for no reason seems to have disappeared.

It seems like I go to eat Seonji Haejangguk often.

Anyway, that’s a very good thing.

If I can train myself not to drink blood other than my own, then Chapter 13 of the main story where I drink ＜Parade＞’s blood and become a villain can be prevented early.

“… … I wish I could give you five drops.”

The scale is smaller than expected.

This time, I pulled out a generous amount for a rather unreasonable request, but I didn’t expect to say that I was so excited about only five drops.

Are you saying that my blood is that much for her?

Should I say this is embarrassing?

“I’ll give you 50mL.”

“That, so much… … ! No matter what, you can’t completely transfer Lucia! That would require Obama’s permission.”

With Antares’ permission… … .

Apparently, his mind was already leaning toward transferring.

I can feel the astonishment of the nearby Discre.

Recently, they said that they were blocked by a wall while learning emotions, and when I looked at it, it was abundant. It’s a bit risky, but I’m on the human side.

“Then let’s give the rest as a token of friendship.”

“Prince Oz, I don’t believe in unpaid favors. That’s a virtue that should be doubted even if you’re not a politician. What is your purpose?”

The value of my blood she evaluates must be higher than gold and jewels.

It is only natural to be suspicious of someone offering such blood as a favor.

That’s why it’s a condition.

“This is a bet. Your Highness Stasia. I will give all the blood of this bottle to Her Highness Stasia… … .”

It’s rather good if she’s obsessed with my blood. As Diskrae said, if only a few drops of blood didn’t touch other blood… … .

“Your Highness only takes 2mL a day. That’s how you eat it.”

“What does that mean?”

“If it is 50mL by 2mL, it is 25 days. So I’ll let Lucia be rented for 25 days. In the meantime, if blood remains, Your Highness’s victory, if not, it’s my victory.”

At the word bet, Stasia started looking at me with cold eyes. A bet to test your patience.

It’s a very simple proposal that has a high win rate for her.

In a sense, it must have sounded like a provocation. That’s why I’m looking at you with such cold eyes.

“So Prince Oz, what are you going to ask for if you win?”

“I hope for your help.”

“Aid? Are you talking about financial support? Or do you want manpower or force?”

“I do not know? It could be both. We ask for your unconditional help as long as it does not harm the Empire.”

“I can’t accept bets without clear criteria.”

look at this

Seeing that the exact conditions were set, I must have already tilted my mind.

“How about assistance equivalent to renting for 100 days based on Lucia?”

“So what can Prince Oz offer if I win? Could it be marriage?”

“hahahaha, even kidding.”

It’s a real spine-chilling joke. Haven’t you given up yet?

“The value of the bet should be equal. I will give you one more blood equal to the amount I gave you.”

“… … like. I don’t know what kind of help you want, but a bet like this isn’t bad.”

Stasia doesn’t know.

My win condition is just bait.

The true win condition for this bet is not my win.

The goal is to continuously provide her with my blood while maintaining the value of my blood.

A drop of blood every day, if you drink it, it will become your daily life.

After that, you won’t be able to drink other blood. There is no way for her to touch the blood of ＜Parade＞.

With this, the goal of Chapter 13 of the main story has been broken in half.

Although the method is shady… … .

“Then the deal is established.”

To put it bluntly, I intend to train Stasia.