New Cogs (4)
A nobleman frowned.
“It can’t go on like this.”
1 prince. The news that he was in charge of the upper house of the kingdom belatedly spread among the nobles.
Are you now reaching out to run state affairs?
His influence is growing too much. Maybe something else was going on without them knowing.
“If things go on like this, the 2 Prince faction will collapse in vain.”
“Ugh, didn’t His Excellency tell you to wait for the right time?”
“Besides, nothing will work for him now.”
It was a voice that had been mentioned several times before. I have to somehow lower that status.
But there was no way. However, to remain still, even in the right to succession, he is pushed back.
… … even contradictory.
It was time to do something, but the opportunity was never coming.
The fortress looked very soft due to its unique eccentricity, but it was too hard to attack.
At that time, a nobleman carefully opened his mouth.
“If so, how about targeting the people around him?”
“What does that mean?”
“Before you catch the general, you have to catch the horse he rides. For example… … Think of the baron who is emerging as the real power of the First Prince faction.”
“… … If it’s a baron.”
“… … Hmm.”
A person who took the position of exclusive aide to the first prince with the title of baron.
A person who had lived as a commoner in a small territory on the outskirts, but rose to the real world in an instant just because he caught the eyes of the king and the first prince.
The eyes of the nobleman who first raised the topic flashed.
“If the first prince becomes king like this, he will rise to the position of Prime Minister at once. So, aren’t you rising to the realm of the baron subject?”
“That word… … By targeting him, do you mean to slow down the First Prince faction for the time being?”
“Of course, you don’t have to aim directly.”
Just creating confusion until the ‘time’ comes will be enough.
As always, cracks started with small ripples.
“… … Right. Not a bad idea.”
A fishy smile appeared on the lips of the nobles who listened to the story.
* * *
dump-
“… … .”
I looked at Roel, who sat down helplessly and took a breath, then turned around and walked away.
Then, Baron Vidor approached me and handed me his coat.
“Your Highness, thank you for your hard work today.”
“hmm.”
It’s already been 5 days since the training started.
The results were definitely there. However, it was only in the realm of dealing with Ki.
‘Using a sword doesn’t improve at all.’
Overcoming the difference in physical ability was, unfortunately, never easy.
Lack of stamina and strength. I also thought about using magic to supplement it, but in the end it failed.
It was for a simple reason. It was because the magic was easily dispelled just by vigorously moving the body.
‘It must mean lack of experience.’
No matter how much I grew up learning swordsmanship, I knew it. How difficult it is to wield a sword while using magic at the same time.
But if you ask me if that’s impossible, it wasn’t.
The magic Roel used was not for forming a formula and activating the magic circle.
If it was magic that could really be used like an aura, it could also be used in the same way as the body enhancement of knights.
‘… … After all, it means that you need to realize the know-how of a knight yourself.’
Until then, I thought it would be best to let him concentrate on learning the method for the time being.
Well, I don’t like it… … It must have been a necessary process someday in order to properly utilize the variable called magic.
I clicked my tongue and said to the baron.
“Come to the office with what you prepared.”
“All right.”
I waited until Roel got enough rest, and then I brought him up to the office.
Meanwhile, the baron had arrived at the office with the ‘thing’ I mentioned.
“Here it is.”
In the baron’s hand was a long white pendant. Unusually, what was attached to the tip was not a jewel, but a magic crystal.
It must be a painful fact that the magic stone is not ordinary.
I glanced at Roel and said.
“I will replace my magical power management training for the time being with this.”
“… … .”
Roel tilted his head slightly and blinked twice.
in the past few days. Roel, who had begun to adapt to the atmosphere of the royal castle, gradually became able to express various emotions.
… … Rather than saying, it would be correct to say that we have adapted to that silent appearance.
Anyway, that action now was expressing a ‘doubt’ after all.
“Let it cool.”
When the order was given, Roel finally put on the pendant and went out.
That was the moment when the chain of the pendant interlocked behind the neck.
Pot-!
“… … eww.”
The magical power that was subconsciously radiating around Roel disappeared as if it had been locked with a padlock.
And in return, Roel’s body began to visibly sag as if it had fallen into mud.
I looked at him and nodded my head.
“Not bad.”
“hmm… … Your Highness, what is that?”
“This is the item I ordered the owner of the Magic Tower to make. It is an artifact that suppresses the user’s mana and makes the body heavy.”
“yes? Isn’t that rather bad?”
“okay.”
I tapped the desk with my finger as I answered the baron’s question.
At first glance, it was an artifact that could be called a curse. Mana could not be used as much as mana, and the body became heavy according to the body.
However, it was clearly aimed at.
“The power of the knights comes from the aura that flows out explosively. But on the contrary, magic begins with designing the power of mana.”
“therefore… … You mean it’s different from the way you handle it.”
“hmm.”
The power that makes it up is mana, not an aura.
So, first of all, we needed to change the way we deal with power.
“Changing the old is difficult. But it’s not difficult when there’s nothing.”
“Ah, those are the words Your Highness once said.”
“okay. If you train in that state, you will be able to adapt to the power of a knight more quickly.”
In that case, it would be possible to supplement the lack of physical ability with magical power.
It means that you can somehow hide your biggest flaws.
Besides, if you wear it all the time, you might be able to grow your physical abilities as well.
In other words, it is not enough to call it training.
widely-
After organizing my thoughts like that, I stopped tapping my fingers on the desk and said.
“As it is, wear it until you can put magic into the sword. Of course, swordsmanship lessons will continue.”
“… … yes.”
It was a more difficult training than before, but Roel’s expression was unexpectedly bright.
And I could easily guess that fact.
‘He’s definitely adapting.’
For him, life in the Mage’s Tower must have been no different from a desolate wasteland.
A place where no one welcomes you. A place where no one wanted him, and he was only scolded by Cromwell.
Although he showed anxiety when it was decided to leave the Magic Tower for the first time, it was just a natural emotion felt by a child.
That’s why just the fact that there are people who want you. It was only natural that he would be more lively than when he was in that mage tower.
‘Well, there was also the baron’s dedication.’
I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at the baron arranging Roel’s necklace.
Baron Vidor was taking care of Roel as if he were treating his family, befitting his characteristic gentle personality.
Did you say you have a daughter?
Perhaps it was influenced by it. Thanks to that, Roel’s quick adaptation is an unexpected achievement.
Swoop-
I stroked the magic crystal ball and called George.
Then, as expected, the guy entered the office with a crooked attitude.
“Oh, yes, what about today?”
“Today’s training is over, so take him with you to finish the training of the attendants.”
“Oh my… … Well, let’s do it according to headquarters.”
The boy replied with a grin. Even if it was a lie, it was a smile that did not carry even a single grain of goodwill.
but. It was an undeniable fact that he was also helping Roel adapt more than anyone else.
* * *
“This time I… … No, I will tell you what tasks you have to do every morning.”
“huh.”
George strolled through the corridors of the royal palace with Roel following behind him.
The place he was heading to now was the place where the first prince’s bedroom was located.
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But all of a sudden. He looked back with a quick glance, and started narrowing his expression while trying to flirt with Roel.
“No, but what about this guy, did he wipe the training ground with his body? Why are you so dirty today?”
“… … .”
“Did Your Highness roll it on the floor?”
“no.”
Roel calmly shook his head.
But it wasn’t entirely unfounded. Roel’s robe he was wearing for training was so full of dirt that even if he just brushed it off, something would fall off.
George, who had no way of knowing that it was because of Roel’s poor swordsmanship, said with a tut tsk.
“That man, there really is no blood or tears. I recognized it when I was forced to learn strategies and tactics.”
“That’s not it… … .”
“Hey Kid. Follow me.”
George took Roel and turned around.
However, the place he arrived at was in the opposite direction to the place where the servants lived.
George shrugged his shoulders as he opened the door to a drawing room marked ‘Salon’.
“Well, I did use some shortcuts. For now, this is where I use it as my private room.”
“… … .”
The drawing room of the royal palace.
It was a question of how George, a mere ‘baron’s aide’, would use it as a private room.
But Roel followed George inside without question.
“ah.”
The first thing I saw was a feast of well-wrapped bundles of presents.
Things like artwork and weapons… … .
“Never mind those things and come inside.”
And further inside, there was a place where you could wash your face lightly.
George made a rough check to see if the warm water was coming out, then told Roel.
“Wash up and come out. I’ll look for clothes in moderation.”
“… … .”
“What are you doing? Do you want to wash?”
But something was strange.
Roel only hesitated and looked around, occasionally lowering his eyes while looking at himself.
At this, George’s eyes narrowed. You’re so busy, why are you hesitating?
“If I get caught shooting around the palace like that, I’ll be killed by the baron. So quickly… … .”
“… … that is.”
“That, what?”
George grunted and fired. But at that moment, Roel cautiously approached and whispered something in George’s ear.
And George’s face contorted.
“… … really?”
“… … huh.”
… …
Tadadada-
Knock-!
The sound of well-balanced footsteps came from outside the office door.
Then the door opened roughly, and George, the protagonist of the footsteps, entered.
Behind him was Roel, who had been dragged by the wrist without knowing why.
“… … George?!”
And before the baron jumped up and said something at the rudeness.
George’s mouth, contorted with absurdity, opened hastily.
“No, is this a girl?”
I shrugged my shoulders at the puzzled question.
I didn’t forget to let out a blank laugh because the figure was full of energy.
“I know.”