The next day, the slightly scorching sunlight poured in through the window, and A, who was sleeping in the bed, woke up leisurely. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Walking out of the living room from the bedroom, I found only Rem busy, I don't know if it's an illusion, Rem's complexion seems to be very good today, and her whole body is shining, is it because she received a lot of demonic relations last night?

"A, get up, good morning."

Rem greets A, who has just gotten out of bed.

"Well, good morning. Then again, Rem, what about Amilia? A noticed that the room was eerily silent.

"Mistress Emilia saw you sleeping, so I didn't call you, and I'm already on my way to the meeting with Mistress Rozval."

"Huh!?" A was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "In other words, I overslept!?" ”

"In terms of results, yes."

“....”

There was no extra time to dwell on the mistakes made, A quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and prepared to rush to the venue.

Rem came to A with a new dress in his hand and said, "This is the new dress that Lord Rozval asked Rem to make for A earlier, after all, it is an important meeting, and you still need to pay attention to your dress and appearance." ”

"Oh, that's right, thank you, Rem."

"No, it's just a trivial matter." Rem was embarrassed to be complimented by A.

A put on new clothes, a luxury costume with white clothes and gold edges, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it, it was very in line with A's aesthetics, atmospheric and fashionable, very handsome, with the famous sword [Lion Thunder] is a perfect masterpiece.

"Thanks, Rem, I'll go out first."

"Be careful all the way."

****

A is not familiar with the emperor, but the biggest and grandest building must be the palace, so A directly climbed the wall and went upstairs, and rushed over to the palace on the roof.

A, who has the power of the Sword Master, moves as fast as the wind, almost forming a golden flash of light passing from the roof of the building, and the pedestrians on the street only see the golden shadow, and they can't help but think that they are dazzled.

After a while, A came to the vicinity of the palace.

The closed gate of the castle slightly bothered A, there were guards in front of the door, the city wall was high and thick, although it was possible to break the gate with a sword, but the huge movement was enough to attract countless attention, if you become a wanted criminal, can this mission continue?

Anyway, let's go to the ground first and see if we can find a chance to blend into the city.

A, who had just stood on the side of the road, suddenly stopped in front of him with a dragon car.

The lavishly decorated dragon chariot is enough to associate - nouveau riche, three words.

It is a dragon car that is extremely luxurious and uselessly decorated.

The parts of the coach are exquisitely carved and covered with many decorations to show the luxury and splendor. The resplendent is due to the gold leaf applied to the exterior decoration, and the wheels are also inlaid with precious stones.

The finale is the earth dragon pulling the dragon car, the two red-skinned earth dragons are covered with luxurious fur on their backs, and the reins and saddle bridles are also finely designed, which is completely in pursuit of the essence of fashion.

"Want a ride? Little brother. ”

The voice was made by yesterday's burly man, Al in a covered helmet.

"Oh, that's a big help."

A is also welcome, and boarded this luxurious dragon car.

"This is to repay the kindness of Apple yesterday, you have to thank the concubine."

Sitting lazily on the seat that has been transformed into a single seat, the girl who smiles wickedly greets A.

Her outfit today is more gorgeous than yesterday, with a gown with a wide open neckline, and no hesitation in advocating full breasts, and the beauty that attracts the eye is extremely tempting.

It's really a lot of milk.

A said this about Priscilla.

"Well, thank you."

A's extremely colloquial thanks made Priscilla dissatisfied, and the words of thanks were at least beautiful! Forget it, it's hard to accept.

"Allah, I didn't expect the inferior untouchables to look quite human after changing into a new set of clothes."

Priscilla looked at A, as the saying goes, Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothes, A in white and gold does look a lot more handsome, and A under such a foil shows far more confidence and vitality than ordinary people.

"Thanks, you're not bad, Miss Priscilla."

"Of course, even the beauty god is jealous of the existence of a concubine, then again... There are no outsiders today..."Priscilla leaned forward slightly, and the blood-swelling career line was presented in front of A: "How about abandoning that half-elf who will only shrink behind you and serve me instead?" I can give you everything you want. ”

In the face of the beauty plan, A still did not move, her clear pupils looked at the girl opposite, and said without changing her face: "No matter how many times you make this suggestion, I will refuse, Emilia is the person I like, this alone, you can't shake her status in my heart, it is true that she is not as illustrious as your family, but she has something that you can't get in your life." ”

"Tsk, boring fellow. Just look into your eyes to know what kind of desires you are favoring that woman. Blinded by crazy emotions and neglecting to ...... feet There are no other adjectives other than stupid. ”

Priscilla said so, but in her heart she hated and was jealous? Envy? Damn, how could a concubine have such an idea!?

The harder it is to get your hands on something, the more you care, and Priscilla is undoubtedly stuck in this quagmire.

She has always been favored by the gods, and she can easily get anything she wants, and everyone surrounds her and flatters her in every way, but this young man is unmoved, like a nail.

****

The dragon carriage arrives at the royal city and enters the city through the main gate.

Priscilla, the girl who walked ahead, walked majestically on the passage leading to the center of the royal city. In the passage where paintings and works of art are displayed, heavily armed guards stand on the left and right, swords in hand, all eyes on Priscilla alone.

There is a passage where soldiers stand in rows, and at the end is a gate.

From the closed door, a solemn atmosphere overflows the viewer, and the mere standing in front of it is awe-inspiring. The feeling of discomfort is now at its climax.

"It's been a long wait, Mistress Priscilla."

The soldier standing in front of the gate took a step forward and raised his sword and saluted Priscilla, who was standing in front of him. The heavily armed body unloaded his helmet and stared at Priscilla and the other two with a rational gaze.

The man is about forty years old, and his appearance is more serious than lean. His face like a rock carving has a stern aura, making people feel that he is a battle-hardened soldier.

Priscilla nodded haughtily in response to the man's salute and turned her neck to look at them.

"They are concubines' retinues, one is a concubine's knight, the other is ...... The person in charge of Apple."

"--Apple's director?"

"That's right, Apple. Offering sweet and sour apples to the concubine is a pathetic harlequin who regards it as the supreme mission. He's a harmless person, and you don't need to pay attention to him."

Priscilla, who didn't refute the tough, looked at the knight of the two, her blue pupils shone slightly, her eyes swept to A who held the sword, and her body exuded an extraordinary aura, it was hard to believe that he was just an ordinary person in charge of Apple, forget it, it wasn't something that a character like him could interfere with.

"Without a magical reaction to perceive danger, is it only the sword that His Highness brought in?"

「…… Ah, is the knight talking about me? Yes, yes~YesYes! If I see a dark-haired man who behaves suspiciously and has a vicious look, I'll use this guy to split him in two."

"If anything, please protect your master, Lord Priscilla, and leave the rest to our Guard Knights."

The witty remark was responded to with a little fuss, and Al had no choice but to respond with "Oui! Oui！」 The vague answer was brought over. The man nodded, and looked at the door, which slowly opened.

"Everyone is already waiting inside, please enter as soon as possible."

"It is also the advantage of concubines to let ordinary people wait, and vice versa is absolutely unforgivable."

High up in the mouth of the earth, Priscilla is seen stepping through the door, followed by A and Al.

-- The view expands to a large space covered with a red carpet.

The walls are richly decorated, and lavish chandeliers hang from the soaring ceilings.

In contrast to the large interior, there are very few items inside, and the most striking place is in the depths of the room—there are chairs at a little height, five on the left and right, and one in the middle.

If you sit on the innermost chair, you will have a wall with a dragon behind you, and you will look like you are carrying the dragon on your back and being guarded by the dragon.

I'm afraid this is the throne hall of the royal city, and in that case, that chair must be Lugnica's throne.

Inside, unlike outside, there was not even a single sword-wielding guard, but instead the knights of the Knights of the Guards, dressed in white uniforms and wearing knights' swords at their waists.

Inside, there were people who wore ceremonial dresses and looked like civil officials, as well as people who should have a high status from the point of view of their dress, all of whom were outstanding people who were qualified to be in the throne hall.

And then in the center of the room, a little far from the knights and nobles, there were a handful of men standing side by side, among them-

「――A？」

Seeing the three people coming in through the gate, the silver-haired girl called A's name in surprise.

The blue-purple pupils of confusion widened, as if they didn't believe that A would be here.

"I'm sorry, Emilia, I'm late."

A was about to walk to Emilia's side, but someone grabbed her from behind.

"Have you been staring at the concubine's handyman to see what's wrong? Silly melon."

The touch against his back was frighteningly soft, and the hand that went around the front pressed against A's chest and neck with a bewitching motion, pulling him closer to himself. Standing on tiptoe behind her, Priscilla rests her chin on A's shoulder and looks at Emilia with her cheeks against each other.

"Hey, noble princess, if you continue like this, I'll be misunderstood."

A calmly walks away, much to Priscilla's displeasure.

A walked up to Emilia, smiled and said, "Emilia is really, how can such an important participation not call me?" ”

"I don't want to disturb your rest," Emilia smiled happily, "but I'm glad you came for me." ”

"Yes, I almost decided to split the city gate because I didn't find a way to get in, but it was the young lady who gave me a free ride so that it didn't lead to a big war."

A simply explain the ins and outs clearly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Hmph-" Priscilla snorted softly, even if A thanked herself, the concubine would not be happy at all! Not really! No! Say the important thing three times.

"--All of you present have been assembled, and the next step is to enter the Wise Men Association."

A loud voice resounded through the throne hall.

The door opened again, led by the knights in armor waiting in front of it, and several elderly people entered. The old people were all dressed in costumes that matched their status and venue, and even from the way they walked, you could feel the majesty and profound experience.

One of the most striking is the white-haired figure with a beard that almost mops the floor.

Although he is not hunchbacked, he is still a head shorter than A. There are deep wrinkles on his face, and he is particularly aware of his age in the group, but his eyes are implicitly reminiscent of the sharpness of a "blade".

"The one who is the representative of the Society of the Magi - that is, in Lugnica, where there is no king today, the one who has the greatest say, Mistress McRotov - also."

A familiar and gentle male voice that loves to speak in a long tone intervenes.

Only then did I notice that next to A was a figure with long blue hair - a smiling Rozval stood there, dressed in a marbled gown that had nothing to do with the title of court mage.