I headed to the square with Meir, Lark and Eurice.
In the square, the inhabitants flock around Icarus.
The inhabitants looked disturbed and seemed to be bothering something.
Next to Icarus stands four mages, Icarus factions of the Alchemy Division, and a pair of men.
Perhaps those four mages are the faces that Icarus trusted among the Alchemy Division.
Some magicians had expressed their support for Linoa, but maybe they just came in to explore.
The pair are young men and old men, with young men supporting the bodies of old men.
I know the sorcerer, but those two are the hell...
If you think about it that way and keep an eye on it, you realize that the young man is a Leviathan missionary, Rings.
"Become..."
The old man supported by Rings wrapped his bloody seeping bandage around his chest as he wrapped it around his body.
Rings had tears in his eyes to support the old man, but when he met me, he slightly distorted his mouth.
"Oh, are you finally here, Lord Lord... to do harm to this realm, a madman!
Icarus yelled out loud and pointed at me.
The gaze of the inhabitants pierced me at once.
Those guys, they were working together...
No, that's not it. Are you more likely to have put your hands together immediately?
It was shaking in me, but now it's clear.
Rings is definitely chewing on the many malicious intentions that were planted on phage territory.
I guess he decided to use Icarus, who was on the verge of exiting, to get rid of me, which was an obstacle to the attack on the territory.
Otherwise, there shouldn't be any reason to put Rings in a bad position and then join Icarus.
Afraid that my ultimate goal would fail to be achieved, I guess I put myself on one or eight bets.
I guess he tried to use his popular position and make up for the credibility that Icarus lacks today, ready to get involved if he fails.
"Hey, what's all this fuss? This is!
says Lark in a wolf.
Icarus raises his cheekbones to create a grin.
Previously, it's not like laughing at this one as a little fool.
There is sweat seeping between my eyebrows and my eyes are running blood.
He wanted misfortune on this side from the bottom of his heart, it was a face of hatred.
"Fine, I'll tell you! Everybody listen to me now! And wake up! This Lord Mulk went out late at night to hear suspicious noises, and he was bitten by your, uh, bugger melons!
If Icarus screams, the inhabitants look at me with anxious eyes.
I see, could it have been a way to fuel the anxiety of the inhabitants?
"Lord Murk consulted with the close missionary Lord Lingus. Lord Lingus, afraid of rubbing it off, persuaded the keeper to talk to me, who was imprisoned in the warehouse!
It was close, huh......
For the most part, they must have helped the faithful who were intoxicated.
"Ya, I knew that crop wasn't a good idea..."
He looked at me like he was worried about Lark.
I guess I was somewhere anxious about the unusual rate of growth of the oatem melon.
Perhaps so do the inhabitants.
But I guess I was trying not to look at the risks because of the returns.
Not to mention now, I can never say that the state of the territory is good.
Maybe... What anxiety, we've all been pushing to death.
Icarus wore it back and poked at it.
No, in this case, was it something Rings planned to carry and burn?
This attack is slightly different from the simple way Icarus has done it so far.
It was Icarus' usual means of throwing the blame round and condemning it from a third-party perspective, but he has set up a few more shady handfuls than ever before.
"Lord Lingus' judgment was wise! The lord seems to be putting his shoulders in the magician's. Enough to banish this guy for wronging me and try to entrust him with the head of the Alchemy Division instead!
Hearing the words, Lark blued his face.
"Yes, no, that's..."
"What? You're saying it's not? Hmm?"
"Hey, why... no..."
Now I know why Lark is strangely confused.
Probably didn't tell anyone that he was going to make me head of the regiment.
It was yesterday that I dismissed Icarus from the regiment leader, and I was also brought up with the story of the regiment leader.
If it's enough to tell the other magicians, they'll tell me first.
I might have talked to Linoa or something... but even if the story leaks, it's too soon.
However, if you think about it properly, you could have predicted it, so you can also think about whether you guessed it by mistake or said it.
Whatever it is, it is lame to be delayed in responding on this occasion now, even if you have been stuck with your opinion.
Whatever it is, it distrusts the people.
But even if you deny it, if you think about leaving it to me later, you're a bad guy.
It can't be affirmative or anything.
Partial denial and partial affirmation are very difficult in places where these impressions say things.
After they figured that out, I guess they deliberately tangled it out.
Quite used to it.
Did Rings blow in?
"Wait. It's too convenient for you now. The flow from the accident to this point is too fast. In the first place, oatem melons impose restrictions on not preying on organisms of more than a certain size. Instead of humans, even puppies don't attack. In the first place, let me look around Mr. Murk's house to see if flowers and other blooms are big enough to lead to such a major injury."
"Hmm, something that can leave something dangerous unattended, such as an autem melon that attacked Lord Murk? I already..."
"I burned it, you don't say. I can't believe I can do anything about other sorceries, but I can't believe I bothered to use fire sorcery that threatens to spread... that's why you don't. As if to hide even the evidence"
Icarus' expression was distorted and silenced.
I won, I can push it off.
Icarus has quite a mouthful, but the intrusion was rushed.
Besides, for what it's not my subject's plan, it's a free escape. If it should be hard.
Seeing how Icarus is, Rings moves his mouth itching.
It seems easier to deal with Icarus than with Rings.
Leaving Rings alone, let's beat Icarus thoroughly now.
Rings is not a party, and he shouldn't be in a position to do the talking.
"Including that, I'm saying it's too convenient. What, do you also look at the wound verification?
I told him off with my face.
The residents also hear voices like "Wasn't it Icarus' make up after all" and "But Mr. Lingus can't possibly be part of it".
The wind is blowing over here.
Now it's critical, it's made up of the credibility of Rings.
If we keep pushing it through, we can also shred Rings' credibility over Icarus.
Icarus was turning his face bright red and shaking with a pull, but exhales whooply and breathes neatly.
"... I thought it was dangerous to leave a fierce bucket of melon seeds behind. But, well, it was definitely my shallow, let's admit it. I didn't even think you were gonna give up and eat it."
Saying, Icarus smacks one of the sorcerers on the left.
The sorcerer smiles thinly, passing a piece of paper.
I recognize it somewhere, but what was that...
The mage to the right of Icarus holds a bunch of paper dons at some point.
I kind of had a bad feeling about it.
"This paper is a request for permission to exercise biological witchcraft, put out by that madman to the Lord's Palace! Fortunately, the Lordship rejected it, but what would have happened to this territory if this request had gone through! The other one explains this request! That madman was despicably trying to go around the text of the request, using a lot of misleading expressions, and forcing himself to go through it to the Lord's Hall, where he was busy with his responsibilities!
A cold sweat erupted.
When was that paper recovered by Icarus?
It took the form of a return of interest from the last time.
"That shouldn't have been the place! Let's just talk about something that has to do with this! And look, do you say that there is no particular harm if you don't even fail... do you say that you can keep it down indefinitely... er... I mean... for now, you can't say that paper... with all my heart that I want to enrich Phage territory at all... I wasn't thinking about it that way, it's a periphery..."
"I guess I got injured because that wasn't working out this time either! A fierce man-eating warcraft named Hydera was also used to develop that bucket melon! I've also heard stories of injuries during development!
"Ugh, ugly..."
We have a situation. It's a leak.
Besides, he tells me to be bad as bad.
It's more or less true, so deny it. If it's hard.
To be precise, I wanted to take it upon myself to say that Hydera was a demonic grass and that the times and lands that used Hydera as a warcraft in the official classification should not exist, but I can't afford to be fixing that.
"Even I could have made about two days with Hydera! But with safety in mind, I wouldn't be the first to use such a dangerous warcraft! That kid flat out stomped through the contraindications, disregarding the safety of the inhabitants, and he was seriously developing me, and the lord's palace is trying to treat me lazily and kick me out! Correction of that research report is also an argument! The guy who tried to discredit my authority set me up! My authority!
I've told you twice my authority, how much power I'm in.
It is no longer an argument of legitimacy, but a denigration of the other.
Nor do the inhabitants know which is right anymore if this happens.
"That would be the claim. Let's talk to each other a little, calmly. Why don't you roll up an evil impression with momentum and stop deluding the place? It's just a barren argument."
If you let Icarus sharpen his momentum and cool the heat in the field, there are as many excuses as there are.
I take thorough care to make it an oatem melon just in case there is no danger.
Although it takes a little time to explain because it is the most completely black box from a non-magician point of view.
"I just want to say this, but to see your research report, I can't do it where I used Hydera for the next decade of research."
He kicked his tibia lightly at the end of the day while bringing up a sober discussion.
It may have been an extra word, but my pride as a mage did not allow me to leave Icarus to say it.
Icarus had a nasty grin then.
I can also see a slight relief colour in the look on Rings' face that was pulling his face until just now.
That... did I lose my word?
"I see you have better arms than this one. That's what you're trying to tell me, that I have my legitimacy, right?
"Yeah, yeah... yes, but"
"That word, I want to say exactly the same thing as it is. A kid with shallow knowledge of witchcraft is demeaning me with the evil law of being outdone on the spot... But if you keep calling the opposite, it will only become a parallel line. Then I suggested it might be decided by strength."
Come here, strength battle?
Was that a forward gesture so far to bring it up?
If so, the story is quick.
Sure, if you're claiming that the understatements are getting on with each other, it's quick to reveal them in strength battles.
"Good... you've got it figured out. Meir, I was wondering what would happen..."
Meir takes a breath of relief.
It is a mouthful as if it has already been resolved.
Honestly, then I don't feel like losing at all either.
When I glance at Lark, he's probably shaking his head.
He said no.
"Wow, it's a trap..."
Lark was small, so zero.
I got a little hooked up, but I don't even want to come this far and go back to arguing.
"The content... right. It would be a good way to duel the mould that is passed down to the magic city of Vernasse. The easiest to understand and be clear"
"Is this a Vernasse-style duel? Okay, that's fine."
I'm not too familiar with it, but there shouldn't have been some bizarre rules.
In the first place, if you bring up strange rules, you won't be convinced with the people.
"Heh, heh... Then follow the Vernasse formula and, after a day of spiritual unity, begin the duel. In the meantime, I'll keep you in the warehouse again. Okay, don't run away."
"Yeah, I get it"
First of all, it's time to banish Icarus, slowly and carefully re-preach the safety of the Autem melon, and then ask Murk that he was bitten by the Autem melon flower.
You may need to deal with Rings when you ask him about Mulk, but he won't have to struggle that way if he shows you how safe the Autemmelon is.