It was the two squires, not Ars, who were stuttering at the outlandish conditions. Silsila, who was listening next to him, could only endure the blunder of raising her voice on the spur of the moment.

　Orneus's surprise instantly subsided and he showed his obedience to the Lord's instructions by keeping a firm face and not taking his gaze off Ars.
　Silsila scrutinized the isle as if to say that her bad feeling had come true. Even Silsila, who had served the Lord as well as this brother, couldn't guess what was in his heart.

　Sikoren's family lineage imposes education as a squire at the age of six. It included everything from physical preparation to protect the Lord, to knowledge, behavior, and personal care.
　It has been five years since she was formally appointed as a squire, and yet she has no idea what is going on in the depths of the Isle's unfathomable mind.

　How much better it would have been if Silsila had only been able to focus on fulfilling her duties as a squire. The casual conversations they had on a daily basis since she became a sideline really reflected Ail as an innocent boy of his age.

　Silsila thought that he was the real Ayre at that moment. In truth, he was just a pure and innocent child.
　Although he would have had a slightly bad upbringing as a nobleman, she still never gave up on the Lord.

　However, her occasional cunning continued to give Silsila pause. She had a sudden thought.
　She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of where he was walking towards. She wondered what he was looking for in the complete darkness.

　If it were only loneliness, I or Orneus could accompany him by his side. But if you are running ahead alone, Silsila will not be able to find the Lord's back without guidance.
　That's the only thing I was afraid of.

　He must have known it was coming. It wasn't a premonition, it wasn't a hunch, it wasn't a gut feeling, it was a denying self that made Silsila reticent. Realizing that it was an act of putting a lid on it so that he wouldn't see it in himself.
　He couldn't stop believing that the isle that turned on him was the real one.

　But now that all of that has fallen away. No, Silsila was even grateful that it had crumbled because she had been unable to face reality because of the illusion. Even if this is the essence of the personality of Ail, then wrapping it up and accepting it is what Silsila should do as a squire. In the event that you do not want to be able to get a good deal more than that, then you can't leave your brother in danger, not as a squire, but as an individual. If you take your eyes off him, he'll push forward wherever he goes.

　The astonishment was screwed down with the will of determination.

　Yes, Ars Regin is the absolute keystone possessed by Alpha. It is the strongest weapon and shield to protect humanity.
　You can't allow the military to own it for an individual. It's not only that, but also that this is the only thing that seems impossible, no matter how much it's Ummulina, and at the same time, I feel that this master will be able to do something about it.
　But at the same time, it's also possible to have him engage in military duties while in possession of his ownership rights. If that's the case, as an army, there would be no decrease in Alpha's battle results. However, there is a possibility that the single title would be revoked. On top of that, Isle has the right to command.
He thought that there was great significance in the means of robbing the Governor of


　Ail's path would be filled with loneliness. Even the current master of Umm Luyna cannot predict the thoughts of his son, Ayre, even to an extent. You will be able to find out how much ambition this Lord has in store for you, and Silsila looked at the back of his head as he stepped forward.
　It is a good thing that you have a good smile on your face. It's one of those expressions that is already so familiar that you don't even have to look to see it.

　--Fuki, you're a caring little brother. I'm the only one who has to stay by your side forever, right? It's not just a matter of time before you can get your hands on a new one.

　You'll need to be able to use it to make sure that you're able to get the best out of it.


　♢ ♢ ♢


　Reflexively, Ars considers the conditions confronting him. It is not whether it is possible or not. At the end of the day, Ars's origins are still unknown, and Beric is now the underwriter. If we want to connect to what I said earlier, if it is possible to frame Beric as a criminal, then the security of Ars's identity will have to be on someone's shoulders.

　This would be an unnecessary procedure if this was after graduating from the academy.

　There are several other things that can be thought of as methods. However, that didn't sway Ars's intentions.
　He doesn't even verify whether or not he has a chance of winning. Rather than the duty of a person with power, he has enough power to protect the things that fit in his hands.
　Then it was a given that he would be the first to say this before anyone else.

'Fine....' but that doesn't stop him from just accepting the terms and conditions unilaterally, it's Ars.

I'm betting my life on it. You have to be prepared to do the right thing too, right?

　Yes, terms and conditions for Ars are not equal negotiations. Still, Ars thought this kind of thing on the spur of the moment.

(I'm out of my mind too............)


　Orneus, who had let his guard down, shifted to stand off to the side of the Lord and lined up in an orderly fashion as if nothing had happened.

'Of course, of course, our terms should be unbeatable. You can have the most powerful magician in existence. What do you want from me? I'm not afraid to say two words unless you want me to die or something.
That's a shame.
"....!　Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that. Can you do anything else for me?

　It's as if he's mistaking humans for pawns or something. Ars felt that he got a small glimpse of the other party's personality failure.
　It seems there is no need to refrain from doing so at this minute.


　With an inappropriately woozy expression, Ayre waited patiently to see what kind of demands would be thrust upon him halfway through. It's a good idea to be able to have a look at your face at any place.
　Even the most trivial exchanges reveal the true nature of the other person. It's a good thing that you're able to bring that out, too.

　This offered condition is equal to a wish.
　In the status of a nobleman, the Umluina family is a royal family that can even do the impossible. You will be able to find out what kind of a wish is possible for a human being to utter.

　The only wishes that were unbearable to listen to were the ones that were ruled by noblemen up until now (temblum). You will be able to get the most out of it.

(Death isn't a wish.) Now, what would he wish for, money, or, as I recall, old books and valuable literature, since he preferred them?　Perhaps you wish for something for Fia? What about greed?　How's your libido?　No matter what the answer is, your wish shows its essence. (No matter what kind of wish you make, I'm sure it won't be enough to disillusion me.

　Isle wouldn't let that diminish his reputation if the most powerful mage wanted a mediocre wish. It was one of the answers.

　But at the words that were released, Isle couldn't believe his ears, and his naturally lifted cheeks dropped.

'Didn't you hear me?　Then I'll tell you again. Don't let me see you again, back off if you see or hear my name, and make sure your name doesn't come up in any way that concerns me. The next time you see that mean-spirited, creepy face I'm going to go out of my way to tell you that I'm going to kill you.
Ki, Xamak!

　The immediate cursing emanated not from Isle, but from the woman diagonally behind her.
　-- but it was Isle who won the initiative. Silsila, whose arms were blocked in front of her, looked at the Lord's profile and choked on her words of questioning.

　It was as if the expression on his face, which had gone beyond expectations, was the first face Silsila had ever seen.

''This should make the army cringe. You seem to be a very stoic person. I feel that it's very clear, or should I say sensible, that it's clear and explicit. It's almost as if you are a bare sword.

　The voice of vexed and inflected Ayre is bouncing around with Silsila, who is horrified and misty-eyed.
　And then - just as I had expected - the words came out of Ail's mouth.

'I want you more and more.'
I'm not gonna play this game. You name the time and place.

　The expression on Ail's face throughout the day without showing any signs of being amused didn't change as if it was stuck on. It was as if he had forgotten how to make other than the patterned expressions.

　The date and time is a week later, and the location is the site of the Umluyna family's tenebrams, which is owned by the Umluyna family.
　This takes place at a distance from the Woomruyna family's mansion, precisely on an undeveloped piece of land between the middle class and the wealthy, facing the Rusalka side.
　It is the only nature in Alpha. Likewise, it is the only nature left that remains close to the outside world.

　The moment he had said all he needed to say, Ars opened the door by hand.

''I'd like you to leave...''
Nah!

　It was Silsila who raised her voice again. Ail suppressed her mouth with a "pfft" at the strange voice that was unimaginable for her normal rude attitude that couldn't be any more.

　Silsila was indignant at the fact that this was the first time she had ever implicitly told the Umluina family to go home early, even if it was the first time they were ranked in the other party's order, but at this rate, she was the only one who was embarrassed by the Lord's Ail, on the contrary.
　Silsila turned her face away so fast that her hair, tied in a single strand, came to the front. Her ears were blushing lightly.

'It's a luxury in its own way. How comfortable it is now that you'll do so again in a week's time.'
..........

　The silent send-off was nothing more to be exchanged in words, and Ars leaned against the wall by the door with a dignified look in his eyes.
　A plague passed by it.

'You'll have to forgive me for being a little mean.

　Isle uttered such a discarded line as they rubbed against each other, but Ars's attention was turned elsewhere.
　Of course, it wasn't Silsila, who was towing him with her eye power like a mad dog, but right behind him.

　Only Orneus, a man of great beauty, was casting a disconcerting glance that was not even remotely hostile.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what you're looking for. If it was the danger level of his combat skills, Silsila must be top-notch as well.
　Her instantaneous response to the killing spree is a perfect move for both of them. However, it was impossible to determine whether Orneus could see through Ars's false killing intent, but his response was extremely poorly executed.

　It was as if he was acting like he didn't want to.
　Even Ars, who also noticed it, wasn't sure.

　As he heard the door slam shut beside him, Ars felt a little embarrassed that he had become hotter than ever. Perhaps the last thing he had left to do was to cool that heat.

　Still, the reason he said this much as words was probably to lower his gullet.

　Holding his temples at the messy devastation, he

I suppose you'll let me explain, or at least make him pay for this reimbursement claim.

　As I contemplate my offer to the Chancellor, I take a glance at the table made of irreparable dishes and glass scattered on the floor, now with only the edges left.
　If you don't know what you're looking at, you'd be forgiven for thinking that there was a struggle or something. However, if you look at that party, no one would think that he or she had put a stop to it, though.



　After leaving the room, around the area of leaving the academy, Ayre let out a sigh.
　It would be a feeling long forgotten, perhaps for the first time. No matter how much you try to block it out with your mind, you are a human being, a living organism, so the danger of your life is inescapable.
　The fact that the body reacts to that is also proof that Ayre is still normal. But he is not aware of it. It's just that his hands are trembling in small increments.

　Ail looks down at his hand in wonderment as he stares down at it. There was a hand wrapped softly around that hand.

''Isle-sama........''
Ha, that's a first. People are funny, really. More importantly, Silsila, after seeing that earlier, do you think you could win a head-to-head match?

　Silsila dared to show her denial by shaking her head, not with words, but with a shake of her head. What she immediately thought was that she was mistaken.
　Her opponent was the highest rank in the world, having won consecutive battles against demons and mastered magic. That's what she thought, but that killing spirit is definitely a non-issue. It's the kind of thing that comes from someone who is skilled at killing people.
　Modern mages tend to specialize in dealing with demons, so they should not be far behind Silsila in interpersonal combat.
　But Ars was different. If magic was added to that, it would be difficult for Silsila to do so, and the fact that the difference couldn't be measured, in other words, made her speechless.
　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. That said, Ars' power is bottomless, even with Silsila.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that it's a bit early. But what if he can't use his magic to his satisfaction?

　Silsila didn't answer Ail's raised cheek, but stepped back and walked away.
　Orneus appeared to be just silent on the other side of the room, sitting still and gathering his fighting spirit.

　In terms of the bottomlessness, Silsila had never seen Orneus in a real fight, not even once. Of course, he himself had never gotten serious in front of Orneus either. Since he had no such experience, it was hard to know how he felt about it.