Mission No.3 Little Devils (09)
“… You really don’t have eyes for people, you.”
“It sounds like something I would say.”
With a face that still didn’t make sense, Frederique calmly organized her thoughts.
But she quickly got up and walked quickly to her desk, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote something down.
Balt glanced at her, wanting to do something with her, but when she finished her work, she came over to Balt, holding her pen.
“What?”
“It is a memorandum.”
“… Do you even need a memorandum?”
“This is a memorandum to take only Pioneer Schwarz.”
“What do you need? I’m going to bring someone, but what’s the memorandum?”
“And if you take him, it’s a memorandum that you will train him up to class 3 unconditionally.”
“That’s what, funny…”
Ewald let out a fake laugh.
However, as Ewald pondered over Frederike’s words, he had to feel that it was strange.
It was definitely class 3.
“For a moment.”
Fredericke stretched out his hand and grabbed Ewald’s hand. Without a moment to be surprised by the sudden action, Ewald’s hand was guided by Frederike’s hand and moved to the parchment, and with the momentum of a single stroke, Frederike forcibly signed the memorandum.
“Hey, wait.”
“It’s late.”
“What’s this?”
“It is a memorandum.”
Taking away the memorandum that had already been signed, Ewald examined the contents of the memorandum.
The other contents didn’t have much to do with it, but the phrase ‘3rd class’ written clearly scratched Ewald’s nerves.
“What, what, what is this?”
“Miss Tamara! Are you out there?”
Immediately, the female receptionist opened the door and appeared.
“Yes, Captain.”
“Please bring Fiona Schwarz.”
“All right.”
Glancing at Ebalt once, she quickly left her room.
“Can you explain, Ricky?”
“This is Frederique, Captain Kitska.”
“What are you talking about? Class 3?”
“Yes. You must raise it up to Class 3 unconditionally.”
“3?”
Even if something goes wrong, it goes wrong for a long time.
“That friend, isn’t he even in class 3?”
Fredericke did not answer. However, her face as she tilted the teacup was strangely relieved. Exposing the lightness she had just escaped from her week-old constipation, she just sips tea with a groan.
Then, someone knocked on the door of Frederique’s office.
“May I come in?”
“Come on in.”
With the sound of her clicking, Frederique, who had put down the teacup, stood up from her seat. At the same time, her door opened and a man entered.
It was Pionir.
“Excuse me.”
“Captain Kitsuka?”
“… Why?”
At Ebalt, who had a very uneasy face, Frederike, the head of magic, smiled coldly and hurriedly scolded him.
“Take it out immediately!”
* * *
“Excuse me…”
“…”
“Sorry. I would like to ask you something.”
“…”
“Hello?”
Without answering Pionir’s questions, Ewald continued her tortuous steps. Fiornier, unable to guess what had happened, hunched over and followed Ewald.
Ewald was lost in thought. It’s strange no matter how you think about it. It was incomprehensible that such talent had not been put on the battlefield, but Frederique’s reaction was more incomprehensible.
Didn’t he hand over Pioner like a burden?
Besides, raising up to 3 classes? At first glance, it seems to be beyond the 5th class.
“Excuse me…”
“Don’t interrupt me for a moment.”
“Ah, I see.”
Fionir nodded his head and slowed his steps behind Ebalt.
However, after clearing up the accident, Ewald opened his mouth in an instant.
“Hey.”
“Yes, yes.”
At Ewald’s sudden call, Fior quickly joined Ewald’s side.
“What class are you in?”
“It is 1, 1 class.”
Ewald came to a halt.
Say ‘1’?
“One?”
“Yes.”
“Not even 2, but 1?”
“… That’s right.”
It was a completely creeping voice. Even so, Fionir with a timid expression shrank his body at all.
Ewald looked at Fionir with a bewildered expression.
Is 1 class good enough for that mana accumulation?
“… Don’t joke.”
“… You’re right. It is class 1.”
“Ehehehe, even kidding.”
“… Really.”
“Well, then it seems that you have just learned magic, right?”
Ewald stuttered to the end. But Fionir stuttered the same way and opened his mouth.
“A little over 27 years.”
Consternation erupted from Ewald.
“Class 1 for 27 years?”
“I’m sorry.”
He started studying magic when he was trapped in a dungeon, and he’s still in first class?!
Even if I took an orc and taught it, it would be 2nd class in 10 years. Ewald shook his head in denial of reality.
“How old are you this year?”
“Thirty-four.”
“… Hi-go!”
Ewald covered his face with his hands.
“Who did you learn magic from?”
“That, that…”
Pioneer, who was hesitant, opened his mouth as if giving up.
“I learned from the captain.”
“Frederique?”
“… Yes.”
“From the beginning?”
“… Yes.”
“Even now?”
“… That’s right.”
This was not to blame the master. Frederique, who is famous for not finishing a day’s training until the sweet smell came out of his disciples’ mouths, so Frederique, who is called the ‘witch’, would not have taught halfway.
This is something Pioneer didn’t learn.
Fionir, who was so ashamed that his neck had turned red, lowered his head.
“… Let’s go and talk.”
“Uh, where are you going?”
“I know if I go.”
“Well, who are you?”
“Me?”
Ewald opened his mouth with an annoyed face.
“Ewald Kitska.”
Fionir’s face hardened.
It was far from nervous. It was a face that seemed to be in a bad mood. Without time to wonder why he was making such a face, Fiornier opened his mouth clearly.
“I may be clumsy, but at least I am a wizard. Ewald Kitska has been missing for almost 27 years, and you can’t be him. He’s in his mid-fifties. I don’t know how funny you looked at me, but I’m drunk right now…”
“Máttur orð dauða.”
The magic created only with formulas without chanting was wrapped in mana.
Bow woo!
The magic unfolded in front of Usbel in the dungeon was revealed. Black energy radiated in all directions like an explosion. Ewald, who instantly grabbed the magic that created blue sparks by rubbing against the air, opened his mouth with a puzzled face.
“Are you okay?”
“M, M, M, M, my God!”
“Stutter only once.”
“Ah, ah, ah, I know.”
“… Ha.”
Ewald looked around. People walking down the street are whispering, perhaps because of the sudden use of killing magic. With that gaze close, Balt tapped Pionir on the shoulder and nodded his head.
“Let’s talk.”
* * *
“Are you really Mr. Ewald Kitska?”
“If you don’t believe me, can I drop a meteorite?”
“Oh, no.”
It wasn’t a taste of tea drinking with two men, but Ewald was satisfied enough just to avoid people’s eyes.
“How…”
“Are you this young?”
“That’s right.”
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Ewald scratched his head.
“I do not know. Let’s talk about something other than that.”
“All right.”
“Is it really class 1?”
“… It’s embarrassing, but it is.”
“For 27 years?”
“… Yes.”
Responding in a crawling voice, Fionir lowered his head.
“Raise your head.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t bow your head again because it’s unsightly.”
“Yeah, I will.”
After catching his breath, Ewald raised the question again.
“Have you mastered Class 1?”
“I can use everything except attack magic.”
Excluding attack magic?
Ewald, who was wondering if he could use anything other than attack magic from the 1st class magic, put on a puzzled expression.
“I can clean the house, freeze some water, and make heat that can be used as a hand warmer.”
“… That’s right.”
“Last time I saw, mana management was very smooth. Who taught you how to use mana?”
Have you ever seen Fiornier tilted his head, but quickly answered Ewald’s question.
“I never learned. It just happened because I practiced.”
“That is a great talent.”
“Thank you.”
Ewald cleared his throat twice and quickly opened his mouth.
“I’ve seen you explain the battlefield situation. You seem to be quite knowledgeable, but have you ever studied military science?”
Where did you actually watch it? There is no way to know how the background investigation was conducted, but Piornir opened his mouth with a shy face.
“There has never been anything like that. It was just a combination of circumstances and a high possibility.”
“Okay?”
If so, that’s really great. Ewald nodded his head in sincere admiration.
“By the way, may I ask you a few questions?”
“Sun.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
Ewald opened his mouth without hesitation.
“To join our unit.”
“Wealth… Large ramen…”
“Because of the emperor, I took on a strange special unit. I brought a wizard because I needed one.”
At those words, Pionir opened his mouth with a really ridiculous face.
“Is that why you chose me?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“Oh, no. Rather, it is an honor.”
“It remains to be seen.”
Ewald let out a gasp.
“First of all, a formal introduction. My name is Ewald Kitska, the vice-captain of the Continental Speer, which is doing something like the Imperial Guard. Good luck in the future.”
“Pi, my name is Pioneer Schwartz. Best of luck, Kitsuka-sama.”
Fionair, who jumped up from his seat and lowered his head, quickly sat down at Ebalt’s beckoning.
“A captain is enough.”
“All right.”
His expression was dumbfounded, but Piornir brought up another question.
“But why did you choose me?”
Ewald, who recalled the past for a moment, quickly opened his mouth.
“First of all, mana management was an art, and I decided to judge that situational judgment was great.”
“Is that so?”
“Well, I didn’t expect to be in Class 1.”
“… Sorry.”
“It’s okay. After all, I can use attack magic anyway. It’s hard to find someone who can use attack magic better than me in the first place.”
It was quite an arrogant remark, but Pionir, who knew that the opponent was a magic swordsman and a Baltic kitschka, agreed with his nod. In fact, finding a mage more skilled than Ebalt is laughable.
The problem is that compared to Ewald, Pionir is too inferior.
Pioneer, who knew that fact better than anyone else, lowered his head.
“Did you drop something on the floor?”
“Oh, no. It’s not…”
“Or, did you bring it around your neck?”
“No.”
“Then raise your head.”
After a while, Fiornier raised his head. Ewald, having read the expression on his slowly rising face, let out a slightly irritated voice.
“It is the last warning. If you keep your head down like that one more time, you’ll be screwed.”
“… All right.”
“What kind of crime is class 1?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t even say you’re sorry.”
“…”
“It’s not a situation to be sorry for. So don’t say you’re sorry. If you’re really sorry, then say you’re sincerely sorry.”
“All right.”
“Do you have something to say?”
“… I don’t know if I’m worthy of the captain.”
Ewald let out a strong snort.
“How are you?”
Ewald gave an annoyed expression to Fiorr, who was looking at him with a very apologetic expression somewhere.
“It’s up to me to decide whether it’s reasonable or not, and you just have to follow suit.”
“But I can only…”
“Is this class 1?”
“… That’s right.”
A hollow laugh escaped Ewald.
“I’ve smashed the best dungeon with a 3rd class mage, and I’ve been beaten by a few orcs even with a 7th class mage. He was almost assassinated by a 2nd class mage.”
Fionir shut his mouth. However, Ewald looked into Fionir’s eyes with clear eyes.
“It is not the class that matters.”
Ewald tapped the table with his index finger and opened his mouth in a strong tone.
“It’s application.”
Fiornier didn’t answer. However, Ewald, who did not even want to hear an answer, pushed the table lightly and stood up.
“Let’s go. There is a lot to do.”
“I will ask you one more question.”
“Ah, yes.”
“What can I do in the captain’s unit?”
“Of course.”
He wanted that question. Ewald opened his mouth with the most charming smile among the expressions he had today.
“You become the brains of our unit.”