397 Forty-three words, Count ①

When I returned to the ship after the battle with Merezev... all the sailors, were asleep.

When I saw it from afar, it looked like the ship was just drifting through the sea, so I felt strange.

Apparently, he was sleeping by magic.

It was an unusual sight.

All the sailors and merchants slept on the floor.

I look around, but with Meir... and I don't see Shame.

I'm nauseous, I can't get my thoughts together.

I felt uncomfortable that my stomach fluids had been scratched.

"Lies, you know..."

I couldn't stand, I sat down on the spot and put my hand on my forehead.

On the other hand, I was convinced that it was no use any more.

Definitely from the circumstances......

Sheim was a member of the Earl of Julem.

We can also assume that she was taken away with us, but as things stand, that line seems limitless.

Why did you meet that girl? Was there anyone else suspicious then? Did he ever take the time to check on you as if he were exploring your situation?

Kudr's words come to mind.

... I ended up following his advice.

That's just sometimes called an evil god who put an end to mythical times.

Shame was coming to see how Me and Meir were doing on something.

I was comfortable thinking you were a caretaker, but now that I think about it, I guess it was confirmation.

I knew Sheim cared more about Meir than I did, but I never thought that was about Count Jurem tangling.

If we don't follow you as soon as possible, it could be irrevocable.

I don't know what Count Jurem is trying to use Meir for.

Kudr was also just speculating that it would be something of a Mebius entanglement, the ancestor of the Doom tribe.

But no matter what happens, it makes no difference in that Meir is involved in a dispute between Kudr and Count Jurem.

I don't think Meir will be safe.

... Count Jurem persists in chasing me around everywhere, even though this one just wanted to fade out very manly.

I guess Count Julem was after all, hitting Gisele and Merezev in a row, aiming at me getting upset and showing the gap.

I'm pissed at myself for slapping a big mouth and ending up like the other guy thought.

"... don't think you can just do it, Julem, Shame... I'll make you regret it"

I put the opposite claw on the back of my right hand to hold my frustration.

It is difficult to wave a major player into the Dinrat kingdom from now on.

But still, as a third force, I would feel bad if I didn't get Meir back by myself and finally plant a bomb with Count Jurem.

Count Jurem is a dangerous opponent that even that Kudr is incapable of measuring his response.

It is forbidden to be alarmed.

One of the factors that made me try to escape to the Kingdom of Garshard was that I wanted to avoid it if I could confront Count Jurem directly.

But more than they kidnapped Meir, I just had to slap her all I could, too.

I'm not going to pull my hand if I can get Meir back safely, but if I'm going to get to his knee anyway, I'm sorry if I have to stab him in the leg at last.

Besides, if you run away and come after me again, it could happen again soon.

I'm gonna do everything I can to harass Meir's rescue and make her think it's a loss to get her hands on this one.

I meditate my eyes and breathe.

Anyway, you have to calm down.

The more time passes, the harder it becomes to follow the whereabouts.

You should wake up the people around you and find out if you have any information.

I felt strange magic behind my back as I walked over to one of the sailors who slept nearby and tried to touch my hand against my shoulder.

Looking back and poking his wand, the magic formation unfolds. It's complicated... but it's a magic formation of metastases.

I'm flying from quite a distance.

To be read from a surgical ceremony… If you are an ordinary person, your magic will run out of distance.

No, I'm not going to transfer this distance alive unless there's a good reason why it's too much magic.

Do you want to change the magic formation?

No, we should avoid that.

"হ ন (carry)"

I float a magic formation to the left and right.

On both sides of me, I summoned a total of two Ortems in the magic of metastasis.

At close range, I don't think he's the kind of guy I'd like to see round my waist.

At the same time that I called Otem, a big man with a good width appeared on top of the forward magic formation.

Are you old, like, forty or fifty? He had green and white hair and a mustache.

Precisely wrapped in black courtesy. The clothes were slightly stretched because they were slightly fat.

He has a large, unadorned, plain cane in his hand.

"Oh... scary scary, now you can't even use magic poorly"

When he saw me pointing a cane at him, the man said so in a float.

"Exactly, I don't think I could afford to perform the procedure."

"Yeah, because I didn't know the details, and when I poorly scolded him, he was going to either underdevelop him or kill him. I don't want you to die without spitting out information."

A man wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"What scares you is that you don't know if you're joking or serious"

"I don't think we've met before,"

"I suppose so. With me, to the Herald, look, I just heard. I hear you're doing a lot of work."

I don't lower my wand.

I was exploring immediate and effective magic in my head.

"So... are you the Earl of Jurem?

"Whatever.... although it was only a long time ago that I was the Count of the Kingdom of Dingrat, I hear you want to call me that."

Count Jurem pinches a big cough.

It looked like a gap... but I decided to wait for a moment to attack.

I don't have much information. It also seemed like I deliberately showed a gap.

"Well... I'd like to discuss it, if possible. If I could, I wouldn't want to get caught up in you. Besides, I didn't mean to bring bad stories."