The hustle and bustle outside was a little different than Ilyce and the others had imagined. It was as if they were shouting at us from afar.
　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　Ilyce awakens to the fact that the eyes of his companions are looking in one direction as he leaves the tabernacle.

　Their attention was diverted away from the perimeter of the deposit and focused on the north.
　The view is only a few dozen meters away, blocked by the dense trees. From there, the darkness of the gloomy shade stretched out beyond.
　As if to signal bad luck, the sky outside had become cloudy and covered with thick clouds. A hint that it was about to start pouring down, casting shadows as if the day and night had been reversed.

　I could smell the faint scent of rain in the back of my nose.

'Don't shout at me like that, it's disgusting. It's a shame, it's a shame. The smell of death is making my nose stupid. Don't touch it, you two.

　With a disgusted tone in her voice, Ilyce cowered her shoulders.
　One of the troops that had been put on alert there approached the little girl with more respect than ever before. However, unlike the disciplined respect in the military, in short, it might be called a courtesy directed at superiors.

'Excuse me, Mr. Chairman. The trouble is, it seems that the troops who raided the back have found the demon. I should say they found it.

　The man who stooped so low that he almost went to his knees was at least one who was also a second-in-command under Ordwise's command. It seemed that Ordwise had brought his own subordinates with him as his second-in-command, but Ilyce - that is, he was the second in charge after Ordwise within the team they had organized as an association.

　He was too steeped in Halkapudia to leave everything to Ordwise.
　Whether he was a maverick sent to the Society or not, Ilyce had simply incorporated a man he could trust from the beginning.

　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.
　Ilyce also informed him that he was the only one who requested a single mage from another country.

'Oren, your father did a little better job of that.
Haha, this is tough. It's not fair to quote my father.
Your grandfather was a better man than that.

　Oren is in his mid-twenties. He is tall, with a thick chest plate and light brown bangs that almost catch the eye.
　With what little information he had to offer, he was worthy of being called a good-looking young man. However, Oren's eyes were cool, and there was an air of calmness about him that was beyond his age. There is no frightening air of fear or groping.

　The body that has been trained on the battlefield also has an air of savagery that is different from that of a soldier.

　I'm sorry," he said, but there was no hint of impatience in his calm and composed manner.
　It wasn't the manner in which he spoke of imminent danger.

　His clothing was also nothing more than light clothing. There was no armor or similar dull glow to his clothing. His jacket was a single, strained shirt, and his boots looked like cheap, commonplace items.
　He was stroking his neck, carrying a single sword slung across his belt.

'My grandfather, a single wizard, was that great, but...'
'Kukk, don't say things you wouldn't expect. Your eyes say you don't give a shit.
'You didn't see that coming. I mean, I respect him, but.... Thank you.........
Weak?　The Seimas of the other world (...) would have a nose for it.
I didn't say that much.

　Exeles, who was watching such an exchange a few steps back, observed Oren with a stern face.

(Speaking of Seimas, the former 1st place Seimas Citain. That grandson!　But I've never heard that name before. (Either way, he's going to do quite well)

　The only time Exeles felt that way was recently against Ars -- although of course that was also the impression he received in the information dimension of magic power.
　To put it bluntly, Exeles doesn't rate Loki or Garginis so much as a fighting force. In short, it's a measure of how it compares to Fanon.

''Mr. Chairman, it's Ordwise, but there's no way.
You knew he was going to die and you let him go.
'I had no reason to stop him. I didn't expect to die...oh, I wish I had died, but I did. It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get away with it. It was on the chairman's orders.
I would have told you to be flexible, but you were right not to go in there anyway. It's an evil cauldron inside.

　Taking a deep breath, Oren said casually, "That's right, thank you.

"Even Ars is like that.
'He didn't seem to be in much shape, you know. I saw him a little earlier, but he seems stronger now than he was before he went in.
Huh. You know what I mean?　He's one step closer to my side.

　'You look happy,' said Oren, as if it were someone else's business. In fact, the corners of Ilyce's mouth naturally lifted.

'Yes, it seemed that Ordwise was sneaking around behind the scenes. The Society's mages that the chairman sent me are out of the mosquito net. How poorly he was doing it.

　He looked like he was overwhelmed and easily dropped the bomb. Then, Oren lowers the corners of his eyes while letting out a disappointing laugh, "That was poorly done.

　Ilyce has a dry smile on his mouth.

'That's right, I sucked at it. There's nothing too blatantly unresponsive. Then again, I suppose Halkapudia sent an interloper.''

　Oren waved a hand in front of his face at the disconcerting point, "Nope.

''Former Head Huron doesn't have the strength and energy to wield his authority anymore. That's already flying around in his head.
'I'm old enough to know better. So that means...

　It wouldn't be Galginis, who even looks up to Ordwise as his mentor. He doesn't seem to be the type of person who is equally good at hiding things or scheming.

　The words that undermine the head of state sound like underhanded, organized language to the viewer. If you're a wizard in the military, even if you're wrong, it's a gaffe that will get your head off with a single shot.

'I hope it's only ambition.
Agreed. .........!　Oops, excuse me for this. I'm late, Oren, Mr. Exceles.

　Exeles's reaction to the sudden introduction of himself is delayed by a beat. She reflexively takes the proffered hand, and without that, she looks back at his smiling, non-smiling eyes without guarding them.

'Nice to meet you too. My name is...''
It's no wonder he's the number one magician in the world.

　With her soft-spoken friendliness, Exeles also let her guard down for the moment.
　Of course, Exeles also sensed that the current conversation was definitely and intentionally made to be heard by us. The conversation that implies the existence of an interloper is not a check, but rather the sharing of information.
　This mission to investigate the deposit is being carried out under the cooperation of seven countries. If there are cracks from within, distrust will rise among the countries.

　After exchanging greetings, Exeles entered the conversation himself.

''Chairman Ilyce, but for now...''
I know. So, Oren, how old are you?
How many is roughly a hundred. Where did they come from?
"--!　Can you get a number from here?

　Even though he wasn't in his element, Oren had already figured out the approximate number of them in spite of the detection magician Exeles.
　Ilyce, who had seen Exeles' dismay, snickered lightly.

''Never mind, Oren's isn't magic. It's like a family tradition, a super sense, if you will.''

　An ability that can be called an intuition that is possessed by those who have surpassed mastery as a martial art. I've heard that the current second-ranked Vaget has a similar feeling.
　Exeles does not deny that power. However..........

''It's similar in some ways to the magical sensations we feel. Of course, it's less accurate.''

　The feeling of total hairiness all over your body when you are hit by the magic power of a high rate demon is something that every mage out in the outside world experiences. It's similar to that, even though it was said, Exeles seemed to understand it, but he didn't.

'So why don't you f*ck me. You've got enough to take care of.'

　At the reprimand in his voice, Oren gave a deceptively amiable smile.

'Numbers are numbers, you know. You know, my power. I'm not good with numbers, and even if I could, I'd be stretched thin over here.''

　Towards the end of the word, Oren turned an even cooler gaze over his shoulder.

　Exeles didn't follow his gaze, and he couldn't help but feel the strength in his body.
　Oren pointed to the Tabernacle where they had had a discussion earlier. With Galginis' magic, he would want to leave some extra power to deal with it.
　It would be even more problematic if the words weren't referring to Garginis. He would be wary of even Fanon as a potential enemy.

　Quicker than Exeles could open his mouth to argue.

'It won't. 'I assure you, it doesn't matter if I say, "I assure you,

　The irony is that no matter who guarantees it, you have to protect yourself. That's what Oren has been living off of, so I can't ask him to fix it now.
　He was always an object of caution, even in the sense of being a force to be reckoned with with Krama. As if nostalgic for the past, Ilyce chuckled.

　It wasn't exactly a criminal group, but Oren had rung his arms, specializing in roughing things that didn't belong to the military. Their employers were the same as mercenaries, but their work was different. He has honed his skills in the underground, so to speak, behind the scenes of the nobles and great families.
　You've killed, too.

　There was a time when he had forced his way through the protective walls of Babel and trained alone in the outside world in order to improve himself.

　It was inevitable that such a clash between Oren and Ilyce, who belonged to Krama at the time, was inevitable. Krama was established by contracting out the work behind the scenes. Many fools would not be paid for more than half of the work and would be paid with their lives.
　Hence, it wasn't just the military that was after Krama for anything.

　There were also many who used the request as a trap in retaliation.
　So I wonder if it was when he was still a bit thinner in his breastplate that he had a conversation with Oren.

　I lured him in because of this and because his work was narrowing down with the establishment of the association.

'So, what are you going to do?　I'm bringing him pretty close.

　Even from here, the invasion of demons can be clearly heard.
　The movement of a large group of people, not even late at night, but it's tricky to see how many of them are attacking here all at once. After all, as long as the magician I sent out to watch for is fleeing over here, an engagement is inevitable.

'I'll do it. It's the only way, anyway. Little sub-captain, don't feel bad, don't move too badly.

　Grinning, Ilyce's one eye leaks a pale light.
　At the same time, the sky was cloudy. The raindrops are falling from there, popping and popping.

　''Rain.....'' with a strange face, Exeles looked up at the sky.
　It was a large raindrop for a rain.