The sun was setting obliquely, and Golovin was back at dusk.

After entrusting Isaac and the others to Edward, Loren rushed back almost all the time - compared to the wizarding academy, the success of Brandon's audience was the most important thing.

Of course, the main reason is that this matter is completely out of his control, and it is well known that Brandon de Salion can do things in a serious way, and has the chance of being recognized by others......

...... That's infinite, close to zero.

Hurrying back to the summer twilight courtyard, the servants of the royal palace were not surprised at all that they had returned alone, and even "intimately" reminded themselves that His Royal Highness the prince was waiting in their suite, and that they would deliver dinner to the door in three quarters of an hour.

The summer twilight courtyard is a place to receive courtiers, and even the large and small servants are the eyes of all forces, and the nobles and princes who come and go are too numerous to mention... All kinds of private deals, intrigues between bargains, alliances or betrayals may have long been the norm in their eyes.

The calm expression, the unwavering gaze, seemed to tell the black-haired wizard that he was no different from all the people who have lived here in the past hundred years, and in the next hundred years, and is just a participant in these big and small intrigues, power games......

This feeling... It's inexplicably disgusting.

Walking down the somewhat gloomy corridor, the black-haired wizard tugged at the corners of his mouth, and as he approached the door, he was slightly startled and slowed down.

There are people in the room, and more than one?

Loren's footsteps stopped under the lamp, which was still some distance from the door... The walls of the summer twilight courtyard are all mezzanine, and it is difficult to hear the sound of the house even from behind the door.

While it seems natural to be at the center of such a machination, it is hard to say for what purpose she did this, considering that it was once the residence of the Empress Charlotte. Ahem, ahem.

Just as the black-haired wizard was still hesitating to enter, the door opened.

Loren looked up suddenly, and it was a young girl who pushed the door open...... Delicate pure white pleated skirt, pinned with a pure gold lily decoration on the chest, slender figure, elegant face with eyebrows like a sword, seemingly quiet face but always have a kind of temperament that is not angry and arrogant, slightly curly black hair pouring like a waterfall.

"You're that Loren Turin?"

Very pleasant voice, crisp and clear, but for some reason it doesn't sound very happy... Loren, who bowed slightly, had an indifferent smile on his face:

"Below is the wizarding advisor of His Highness Brandon de Salion, may I ask you ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the girl snort coldly, raised her head proudly, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied between her eyebrows: "Your master is waiting for you in the room, hurry up and find him!"

"Loren... Turin. ”

After pronouncing the name with all his might, the girl who suddenly appeared hurried away from him, not even bothering to look at him again, and the dark-haired wizard who finally raised his head had puzzled faces written all over his face.

I... Did you just say the wrong thing? As for being so dismissive of me?

I didn't feel "humiliated", but inexplicable...... Loren, who didn't understand what was going on, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked into the room.

Brandon, who was sitting in front of the window, didn't notice him coming in at all, and sat in front of the window very well-behaved, fiddling with the cherry cake on the plate, with an expression that seemed to have done something bad but didn't want to admit it.

Thinking of the one just now... Ahem, ahem.

"Well, Loren, when did you come?"

Rolling his eyes at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was unconscious, the black-haired wizard who stepped forward and sat opposite him said bluntly: "Who is the one who went out just now?"

"Hmm... You seem curious?" Brandon tilted his head, "Tell you you you can, but you'll have to do me a small favor." ”

"No problem, let's talk. ”

"It's simple, don't ask. ”

“......”

Brandon, who was smiling evilly, drooped his shoulders and slumped in his chair to look at the black-haired wizard who didn't want to pay attention to him: "Okay... I'll tell you in two days, don't you want to know the results of my audience now?"

"If you're still alive sitting here, eating cake and drinking mint tea, it means everything is going well. ”

With a formulaic smile on his face, Loren said sarcastically, "But I think His Highness Brandon should not just send a night watchman to capture me from the Royal Wizarding Academy in full view of the fact that he has successfully met me, right?"

"If you do this, I'm afraid that the whole imperial capital will know that you must have reached some kind of agreement with His Majesty Eckhart. ”

"Yes, but it's necessary... Because it's too late until midnight. ”

Brandon sighed, and casually threw a parchment scroll to the black-haired wizard, and Loren opened the scroll, his pupils narrowed slightly:

"Loren Turin, a Byrin, grandfather Leonardo Turin, father Gaieu Turin, mother unknown, suspected of being from Lothair or Arles.

At the beginning of the twelfth generation, Leonardo Turin was expelled due to a family feud and attempted to assassinate the nobles of Byrne, retaining only the title of knight, and his only eldest son, Gaiot, who became a wandering knight;

About 20 years ago, Gaillo Turin was killed by robbers while escorting a caravan, leaving only one son... Loren Turin, that is, Loren Turin.

Leonardo Turin inherited his knighthood after his death, and became a spellcaster wizard after his education at the Vimpal Academy.

He served as a wizard advisor to Count Ruben Fleet, assisted the elves in defeating the ogre invasion in the Oldwood Forest, and has since ......"

"Smack!" the dark-haired wizard with a blank face tossed the scroll aside and looked at Brandon over his shoulders:

"Fake. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not... This is a certificate of identity issued by the Imperial Heraldry Academy, and it is true from today onwards. Shrugging his shoulders, Brandon looked at him with an indifferent expression:

"I'm also an imperial prince, a direct descendant of the thirteenth generation... If I didn't have an identious identity, those guys wouldn't have let someone of unknown origin become my wizard advisor. ”

"How hard have I worked to convince the old fellows to agree with this certificate!, my dear wizard advisor, can't you show a little gratitude?"

"I just think this identification... Pretty much related to what you're going to say next, right?" Ignoring Brandon, Loren raised an eyebrow:

"They're suspicious of me?"

"It's more like... Necessary vigilance against a guy of unknown origin. Brandon spread his hands and smirked helplessly:

"Don't worry, even I, the real Imperial Prince, have been watched by this group of guys for so long, and naturally it is impossible to relax my guard against the people around me - then again, you have to thank Ruth Infinit. ”

"Thank you?"

"That's right, don't forget that you're nominally a night watchman too... If I didn't know what was going on, I would have almost thought you were a spy that guy put on my side. ”

"All in all... It is because of this status that the Night's Watch can legitimately keep an eye on you, and with this precondition that they can agree to you becoming my wizard advisor... More precisely, the Imperial Prince, Brandon de Salion's wizarding advisor. ”

Loren certainly understands the difference...... The former is just a private agreement between himself and Brandon, while the latter is to make himself a legitimate identity and officially become a vassal of Brandon de Salion.

Relieved, Brandon gulped down the cherry cake on his plate, "But even though it was because of the help of Ruth Infinit - the hell knows what this guy wants to do, it's definitely not a good thing anyway - but I've only been able to convince them, and there's one last step." ”

"The last step?"

"It's easy for you......" Brandon smiled disapprerovingly, "they're going to meet you to see if you have the qualifications." ”

"It's just... See you?" Loren frowned.

"Uh... The original phrase seems to be 'an audience'. ”

He gasped in his heart, and Loren, whose face did not change, squinted his eyes slightly: "When?"

"Tonight!"