My group was exchanging drinks with Grey Millard's subordinates at Sagami Co.'s restaurant, 『The Silver Knife』, while hyped up on excitement.
"It's unfair that only you leaders got the cool magic," Roche, the youngest member of the group, pouted.
"Didn't I tell you how valuable your magic is?" Zem said extremely seriously with a fed-up face.
I can understand. Roche and his sister both received a grimoire from the healing series. It was miraculous magic only the Saint, the Hero, and the Sage could use. By just wielding the magic, your prospects of becoming a saint shot up. That's the kind of magic it was.
"I don't care! I want magic that'll help in a fight!"
"Idiot." Zem facepalmed as if he had completely given up and began his usual nitpicking.
Everyone's in high spirits. Well, that's only natural.
Now that I think about it, it's probably useless to try to guess who that abnormal existence is.
The Millards joining in on this expedition has a prodigious effect on the empire, no, the world.
And it was only natural---the Millards were sending in what amounted to a battalion of mages in terms of firepower, and those mages all wielded holy magic. It was an unimaginable army like something straight out of a myth. For better or worse, the church would definitely have something to say, and other nobles would probably ignore their own homeland's crisis.
It's gonna get real interesting.
I could understand if the mages were archbishops wearing grand robes, but the battalion consisted of villagers and mercenaries branded as cowards, all led by the son of a poor noble in some remote area. How will the world see us as we march to battle now?
Well, we'll see what happens.
I gulped down a beer, one of 『The Silver Knife』's specialties. While I enjoyed the delectable sensation of bubbles popping in my throat, I began imagining the spectacle soon to come.