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　The first impression I had upon entering the room was, yes, "pompous".
　There was a sofa chair that had been made to make dignitaries stoop over and look down on people as if they were loyal dogs or something.

　It is an item that helps to symbolize one's authority. At the very least, if you sit deep down in it and cross your legs, you can imagine a person's character without even looking at their face.

　What kind of person is he and what kind of personality does he have?
　I'm sure he has a commanding tone of voice. This is a chair for someone who is only interested in selfish content.


　Whenever I look at similar high-ranking officials, I wonder if these pompous, commanding superiors can be just as domineering in the outside world.
　Will they be able to do so without making a move, without the plating of power coming off?

　Without a second thought, the answer is no.
　It's all the same thing when you open your mouth, overbearing and coercive.

　I thought at the time that it would be great to see him die unceremoniously one day.
　I thought the military was such a flat, mundane place. So I remember that meeting an eccentric man was rather shocking, and his unconventional behavior was really refreshing.



　The reason why I remember such a disagreeable person in my brain is because that is exactly the chair Ars is sitting in right now.
　It is a chair that seems to sink all the way down. The smell of leather, which older people seem to prefer, sometimes snatches at his nose.

　A room on the upper floor of the association.

　The room on the upper floor was decorated in a very drab way. There were doors on all sides and a series of rooms.
　To put it simply, it was a combination of nine rooms. Three times three, nine rooms.

　This tasteless room was right in the center, so none of the doors led to the corridor. It is a strange and inconvenient structure.

　It was reminiscent of a waiting room, with simple furnishings and a carpet with the same pattern as the corridor. There were large jugs and the same number of empty glasses at the four corners. It's easy to find some sort of magical connection to this oddity as well.
　In this association of wizards, but even more so if the wizards are here.

　It's not just the lack of windows that makes you think this is a secret room, but also the fact that the doors on all four sides are tightly locked. The magic-powered locks are now a standard part of the lock.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find something to do with the fact that it's a dust-free spare room reminiscent of a nobleman's mansion.

　It's a room that lacks consideration for a guest room, so I don't know its purpose or purpose.

　The faces in this room and the solemnity of the space made those who sat in it feel like an inquisitor.
　Unfortunately, someone who shouldn't be sitting there was sinking into it. A dark-haired man with deep wrinkles built up between his eyebrows as if he had split the ocean and claimed an overt complaint.

　Ars was only pained by the chair that allowed him to simulate this aristocrat.

　Loki, who stood upright and steadfast next to him, glanced at Ars's complaint and then silenced him.
　It could be said that he had no choice but to do so.　

(It's funny that I'm here, but why is it even Ilyce?)

　Yes, even the originally irrelevant Ilyce and Flynn were present here. If you say that, Loki was the same, he expected to be told to take it off directly.

　And there was another person here.

''Mm, sure, I said I wanted to talk to them face to face, but Ars... well, I don't mind in front of the girls, but...''
'No, to be honest, I can't get down on my knees to my former boss. More than that, I think you should normally be sitting here, but it seems odd. Lord Viziest.

　Vizaisto cowered his shoulders, a soft expression on his face for his strong physique.
　There was only one thing I wanted.

''It's about Felli, isn't it?''
'Yes, but first let me thank you. Thank you, Ars.

　Whether it was because he was a soldier or because he was a nobleman, Vizaisto bowed to Ars with a gorgeous gesture.

　It was something that Vizaisto had also prepared himself for as Felinella walked the path of a magician. That's what going out into the outside world is all about. Even though the Alpha had the lowest death toll in the seven countries in the outside world, it was an unusually dangerous profession.

　Such a thing was prepared for when Felinella applied for the Second Academy of Magic.
　But her daughter's crisis had nearly stopped her heart, and when she heard the report of her daughter's survival, she felt several years older.


　Ilyce, leaning against the wall, crossed her arms boringly and meditated.

'That's what I liked about it, you know. It's just that Felli was lucky to be saved. That, and probably the best healing mage I've ever had.
Of course I've heard. Flynn Ruaros, grandson of Saint Nexolis.

　Turning his face with a guffawing bite, Viziest turned his feet to Flynn, who was shrinking next to Ilyce. Two or three steps in a large gait.
　The huge man approached the girl with a sense of pressure.
　As he did so, Flynn would have cursed himself for not being able to pull back because of the wall.

　The twitching face quickly turned to fright.
　Quickly, a large hand wrapped around Flynn's small hand.

'Thank you.'
No, no, no, no, wow, I'm not doing much of anything. Well, as a healing mage, I did my fair share.

　The whispering in his buttocks was probably due to the powerful Vizayst's face looming in front of him.
　A face unfit to fondle a child was unconditionally intimidating to the other.

　If anyone other than the people involved had seen it, the current situation was not waiting to be reported.

'Don't!　You don't know enough about the stinking man, Vizayst Sokalent.

　Slightly opening one eye, Ilyce clumsily made that conversation start.

'Ho, it's strange. I'm sure you'll be able to find it in the same room as the executives of Kramer that you've been chasing. Nice to meet you.......not.
Really?　Maybe it's a pleasure to meet you. In any case, as president of the association, it's a pleasure to meet you.

　The cases that the Viziest, who were engaged in espionage as a dark part of the military, often involve relatively thugs. They are especially magic-related, and they are serious matters of national importance.
　In the past, when Ars disposed of the executives of Krama, the source of information was Vizayst.

　There must be more or less of a connection between the two. Something to chase and something to run away from.

'It was Ilyce, wasn't it? I've heard the purpose of the change of saddle. I can guess how the wind is blowing.
'It's a pity you didn't get me. You can complain to the lad about it.

　It's not a nasty mood, but it will be difficult to reconcile. It's not hard to imagine that his men have also lost their lives in the course of their duties.


　Ars just stared at such an exchange. While sinking so low that he had to recoil to get up.

'It's a bit late for that part of the story, isn't it, Lord Visayst?
Well.

　When Ars finally stood up from his uncomfortable position, Vizaisto countered as if to say that it was too late for him now. Probably no one within Alpha is as well-informed as he is.
　In addition, Vizayst's handlers must have reached other countries. There's no doubt that he's sneaking into six countries as a civilian.

　Even Ars hasn't been able to verify their authenticity, though.

　Nevertheless. It was easy to guess the heartache of the idiot parents from his association with him.
　After thanking Ilyce as well with a stern face, Viziest once again turned his body to Ars.

　Vizaisto would have noticed not only this room, but also the security that he had placed around it without a doubt.
　The cause of this is undoubtedly Felinella.

　There was no difficulty in telling Ars at all. It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about your feelings, even if it's Vizayst. And I don't think Vizayst would want that.

''Felli survived, but there are still glimpses of a demon inside her body.
...

　It was Loki, not Vizest, who showed the most astonishment in all of this. Her agitation was palpable as she blatantly turned her gaze to Ars.
　It's the kind of emotion that makes you fear for your friend.

　The important thing to remember is that Vizaisto, whether he was a parent or because of his too long experience in the military, has too much self-control in that area. It was difficult to discern from the outside the swings of emotions that could not be expressed.

''I see. I guess it would have been better if I had a life, huh?''

　The sound of his sinking voice is sensitive.

'It is impossible to get rid of it. It is safe to say that it has been magically assimilated into the heart. Flynn has adjusted the magic pathway through the body to operate normally, but the excessive transfer of magic power is likely to put a strain on the heart. I'm not certain what kind of risk there is. It's our first attempt at this.
Still, I'm just glad I'm alive, that's all.

　The voice replied, understanding the weight of life because he was a magician.

'Yes, I do. You'll have to hear the details from Flynn. If we know now, the demons are still inside Felli's body. And that it reacts to magic power. We were able to successfully divide the magic pathway, so it shouldn't interfere with our daily lives.

　Flynn opens his mouth to Ars's attention as the healing magician and doctor in charge.

''As it stands, we'll be monitoring your progress and recording your magic information.
Okay..........

　Answering briefly, Vizayst took a pause in the silence and exhaled heavily.
　He listened to Ars's explanation and then looked at him as a father.

'I'll make Felli give up the mage. If that boy can be saved, there are plenty of ways for him to live.

　Ars thought about taking that role on his shoulders, but in the end his voice didn't come out.

''We'll have to talk about that over there. There are certainly ways to do it...''