Probably because of the boy's unserious behavior, I finally felt more comfortable, so I secretly ran away and went to Flius to ask the young man about his identity. Although I am more curious about the identity of the teenager, I regret that even the teacher does not know his identity except for me.www.biquge.info Magician? Magician? Or something else? This can only be known through himself.

“…… Isn't that person, famous? ”

"Hey, why don't you know? Aren't you Ermelo's henchman? ”

“…… It wasn't long ago that I met him and went to the clock tower to study. ”

After telling him the truth, Frieu sighed. Later, the identity of the young man was revealed - Heine Istali, who had given up magic altogether and had gone to become a monk in the church, but for some reason he had returned to become a magician. The directness of this act led to a quarrel between the church and the clock tower, but it also had a value worth making up for - Istali was a master of alchemy. It is said that the Assassins sent by the Church to bring him back were all defeated by Heine Istali himself.

In order to protect the will of the gods, all the combatants of the Church have been trained beyond common sense. With the ability to use magic to defeat more than a dozen highly skilled assassins, it's no wonder that he is famous at the Clock Tower. Even after listening to this short story, I was already in disbelief - it was not just the work of genius, but it felt like an event close to disaster.

（…… In that case, though. ）

Something else came to mind.

What was the mood of Heine Istali, the young man who had probably been his colleague's assassin hand?

And while I'm thinking about it,

“…… Brother. ”

A girl in a white dress poked her head out from behind the spiral staircase where she had been hiding.

The young girl, who was only about eight years old, smiled at her timid bird-like behavior.

"It's okay, Rosalind. This and Ermelo II are a trustworthy gentleman. ”

“…… Good, okay. ”

She ran over and bowed slightly.

"I am Heine's sister, Rosalind Istali. Thank you for your kind attention. ”

As if she was too shy to die, she said hello.

"Haha, what a lovely lady. It's really similar to your brother, and sure enough, the DNA is so strong. And uncle, you snuff out my cigarette! ”

Probably because of the smoke, she coughed softly. When the master saw this, he quickly put the cigar into the humidor, to which Heine bowed his head apologetically.

"So, the one over there is—"

He looked up and looked at me.

At that time, it seemed that I also saw Frieux, who was talking to me.

Seeing Frieu covering his face with one hand as if he had messed up, the Master asked.

"Do you know Frieux? We met him on the way here, and we came together. ”

“…… Yes. ”

The young man nodded.

The hearty attitude just now has changed, and there is a little meanness in his voice.

“…… Yes. I've heard a little about the name of the magician, the astrologer Friuga. ”

"Huh? Does he make pasta? ”

“…………………………”

Silence lingered in the hall for several seconds.

"It's rude. I shouldn't be so emotional in this situation. ”

(--Ha, perfect ignorance!) ）

Yes, being able to do this can only bring people admiration.

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I was secretly relieved to see the atmosphere around me ease, and it seemed that my ability to ease the atmosphere was quite strong.

Hawkers, although now I am super unwilling to go to Italy. But I'm not obsessed with it enough - after all, I just want to [travel according to the normal process], and the sights and monuments can be moved in a flash - although I can't do it now.

(But I still want to eat authentic pasta...... ）

Sure enough, I still can't let go of the fact that I came here for no reason.

A familiar uncle, a mysterious castle, the face of a girl I always think I've seen somewhere, a church, a clock tower.

heritage

I'm sure I've been caught up in something that has nothing to do with me, and the most painful thing is that I can't even quit - I don't have any confidence that I can use the spatial ability to return from here, or it's random, or it's risky, and if I use it rashly, my body may be irreparably damaged. So now I can only follow the uncle step by step.

Squeak, I heard the sound of metal rubbing.

The voice came from the depths of the foyer. From the spiral staircase where Heine was standing just now, there was a smell of approaching people near another spiral staircase.

After a while, I realized that it was coming from the wheel of a wheelchair.

"Mr. Ollock."

An unusual hint of nervousness flashed across Master's face.

Sitting in a wheelchair was an old man with a full head of white hair. Pushing the wheelchair in the back was a teenager who looked like an assistant, but he didn't look at anyone.

The wrinkles on the old man's body were layered on top of each other, and he looked more like a mummy than a magician. It is conservatively estimated that he is probably over 80 years old. The ten fingers of the dead tree all bear rings, and these beautiful rings make the time deposited on the old man even more conspicuous.

"Monarch Ermelo II."

The old man muttered. Monarch Ermero probably refers to the uncle. But...... It always felt like it wasn't his real name.

"Monarch Ermelo II, Monarch Ermelo II, Monarch Ermelo II. After all, as a monarch, the guy who has not been able to ascend from the fes so far really dares to come out and show his face. And it's still in the castle of the old man's fearful friend Grevin. ”

(Tsk, it's the type I'm not good at coping.) ）

Somewhat embarrassed, I looked away from the old man, and I noticed that there was another person following him.

He was about the same age as the blonde guy named Heine, in his mid-twenties, with an eye patch on his right eye.

But it wasn't his blindfold that was strange. Rather, it was a small polygonal box tied to his head, a pure white linen robe, and a large conch around his neck.

(What, what is this, religion?) ）

It was only later that I learned that it was a costume based on the religious form of the Far East, which was called Shugendo.

"Huh? Oh! We are cultivators when Jiro Fang Qingxuan, take care of it. ”

He greeted me with a serious accent in his English and energetic.

“………… Hello. ”

I'm sorry, I can't think of any other words. Because I don't even have a name.

That's when I noticed Grey looking towards the hallway, and I followed her line of sight as well.

"So, I'm the last?"

After keeping the servants on standby in the rear, the graceful figure said.

The striking blue dress is reminiscent of the blue sky. The blonde hair, combed into vertical curls, wore a ribbon of the same color as the dress, and held a parasol with an ivory umbrella handle in her hand. Although I can't even judge the material of the gorgeous umbrella, I can't figure out the price of this parasol to buy a car or two.

The most striking thing is her beauty, almost as if God had injected her own soul into her when she was created.

Woooooooo

No, it's not just him this time. Not to mention the blonde brother and the desert uncle, even Grey and Rosalind couldn't help but be fascinated by the beauty of the same sex. The existence of [Girl] is so distinct.

The girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old snatched the attention of everyone present.

“…… Sure enough, it's coming. Have you been caught by the scent of a gorgeous treasure? ”

The old man in the wheelchair said in disgust.

Hearing his rebuke,

"What's the problem? Elderly. ”

The girl replied in a gorgeous voice.

She walked over as if she were the master of the city.

From the old man's throat, there was a laugh like the magma of hell rolling.

“…… Oh, the old man is talking about your greedy blood. Luvia Zerita Edfeldt. ”

"It's a real honor."

The girl in the blue dress, Luvia Zerita, still smiled back at this sentence.

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