In the wide hall, Cromwe, tall and thin, with curly blond hair, sat at his desk, frowning tightly.

The battle reports sent back from the front are getting worse and worse every time.

The royal family, which was about to be cornered, actually defeated all the aristocratic troops after receiving help from Torristin.

As the leader of the aristocratic faction, Clomway has been getting more and more irritable lately.

He's not a brilliant figure.

Simply because he had a good family and inherited the greatest noble title in Albion.

In addition to the unsparing help of the so-called "reconquering party", it is also because of the mysterious adult.

Sheffield.

Clomway knew very little about her.

All that was in her hands was that Sheffield was a confidant of the incompetent king of Gallia.

However, it is the cronies of this incompetent king who always use all kinds of mysterious magic props to help him easily control the army of his subordinates, brainwash those people, and let those stupid civilians continue to send them to death.

Originally, the plan of himself and others went well.

But when he saw the dawn of victory, two magicians from another world appeared.

"Yakumo Mo...... Pache Teaule? Sister Nore......"

Remembering the name he'd heard countless times these days, Kromwe sighed.

A clenched fist slammed into the desk.

The latest reports indicate that the Assassins he sent to assassinate Wales and the two magicians had failed.

And the Lord Sheffield seems to have abandoned their aristocratic faction.

"Damn bastard!"

The assassination was unsuccessful, and he could already anticipate the coming frenzied revenge from the royal party.

"Why, why is there such a monster in this world!"

"Why are they in Torlistine?"

"Why would that Torristeen princess be stupid to help the royal family of Albion!"

Three whys in a row, Clomway's face was hideous, and there was fear in his eyes.

Fight the army with one man.

Even the most powerful magician on the continent can't do it.

"What kind of world are those two magicians from?"

"Is there anything you're not happy about? Would it be nice to say it to make me happy? ”

in an empty room. Suddenly, a stranger's voice sounded.

"What man!?"

Frightened, Clomwe looked up.

In the middle of the room, at some point, a person so beautiful appeared that he was suffocating.

If you are unaware, you will definitely fall in love with this beautiful woman who is like a treasure left on the continent by the ancestors.

It's just that that face has been seen countless times recently by Clomway from the magic portraits sent by his men.

Yakumo ink.

That hateful, damn otherworldly magician.

"Eight, eight...... Eight ......"

His throat rolled, and Kromwe couldn't even make a normal sound because of the fear in his heart.

With a bang, the door to the room was slammed open.

"Protect your lordship!!"

A pair of guards burst into the door when they heard movement coming from within the room. Protect the Kromwe in the shortest possible time.

It seems that because of the appearance of the Guard, Clomwe has regained a little courage.

He stared at Yakumo and swallowed his saliva.

"Is Your Excellency that Yakumo Mo?"

"yes, you know me?"

Of course I TM know you!

Clomway cursed inwardly, and did try to put a smile on his face, and the wrinkles were twisted.

"I wonder why Your Excellency Yakumo is here?"

Yakumo didn't pay attention to those guards, but looked at the decoration of this hall with great interest, and asked casually, "You seem to have sent someone to assassinate me not long ago, right?" So I'm here to get back on the field. ”

A large cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Kromwe tried to calm himself. But the voice inevitably began to tremble: "Misunderstanding, that's a misunderstanding—uh! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Kromway felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, there was a dark arm on his chest, and the claws on the front of the arm were still clutching his still beating heart.

Behind him, a succubus was dissipating.

"Oops, sorry, that's a misunderstanding too."

Ignoring the dead Cromway and the chaotic guards, Yakumo's body disappeared into the gaps.

Originally, he had no intention of directly assassinating the head of the aristocratic faction. I just want to return after helping the king's party establish absolute superiority in the frontal battlefield.

As a result, the advantage was laid, and the royal party was about to win. When I was going to take Louise and them back, this happened.

The aristocratic faction of the dog jumping over the wall sent assassins to save the situation.

Although there was no danger - maybe not even - Yakumo Mo was not assassinated, and he would happily act as if it hadn't happened.

So before leaving, he directly asked Wales for the high-level residence information of the aristocratic faction, and sent those guys to the west sky.

- Anyway, using magic to control people's hearts to achieve the effect of brainwashing, and there is no need to tolerate those who commit trouble.

What's more, these people are rampant for the sake of war, making the people's livelihood miserable. This also made Yakumo feel more and more at ease doing this.

After sending them to meet the Ancestor Brimir, Yakumo and his party bid farewell to Wales and set out on the road back to Torlistine.

The aristocratic faction with the death of the top and the elimination of the army is no longer a cause for concern, and the royal family still has a lot of prestige among the people. If so, Wales would have failed. That Yakumo really has to admire him - you can lose this? Teach me how to do it.

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On the way back, because there was no emergency, and it happened to be the holiday of the Torlistine Academy of Magic, everyone walked very leisurely.

Coupled with Yakumo's and Pache plans, Yakumo and Pache plan to walk around and see the scenery of the mainland, so everyone decides to choose a different path to return to Torlistine.

A luxurious carriage was hired, the girls sat in it, and Yakumo Mo sat on the roof of the carriage and began the return sightseeing trip.

A few days later, through the news provided by passers-by on the road ahead, Yakumo learned a surprising thing.

"Flooded?"

"Yes, yes!"

Carrying a hoe, the old man who seemed to be a farmer nodded again and again.

"The Lagudorian Lake in front of us has been flooded so much these days that it has flooded the nearby villages!"

"How so?"

Louise looked at the old man.

"How can there be so much water in that place?"

"It's true, the old decay will still deceive the extremely adults?"

The old man explained again and again, and Louise let him go suspiciously.

"Louise, is there anything strange about that Lake Lagudorian?" Tiffania asked.

"There, there are water elves, and the mages of the water system will go there to sign a contract with the water elves. How can there be a big flood? ”

Louise frowned in annoyance.

Water sprites?

Yakumo and Pachouli, who poked their heads out, glanced at each other, and both saw the interest in each other's eyes.

"Let's go check it out!" (To be continued......)