episode_0069

A few more days have passed since that day.

Agnes’ abnormal reactions were now becoming so blatant that even Deltans could recognize the mechanism.

For example, it was like that.

When I cut a large piece of steak to Agnes, who was gnawing at dinner, her lips pursed.

Thinking about how close you usually are in bed, if you lay your head on your arm, your breathing will disperse for a moment.

In addition to that, there were also reactions such as muscles becoming tense when the hair was straightened.

Study today again.

Unlike usual, Deltan looked at Agnes, who was sitting next to him, and asked.

“Hey.”

“Huh?”

“Do you like me?”

Agnes’ eyes widened.

“Where does it hurt?”

A pretty serious question.

There was no agitation in her.

The person who asked the question felt embarrassed.

Deltan strengthened the hand holding the book.

“… Huh?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m surprised. I didn’t know those words would come out of your mouth first.”

The gaze that covers your mouth stings.

Did you think wrong?

‘no.’

Deltan was sure.

Agnes’ reaction was so clear that even someone with no dating experience could understand it.

“You get startled when I touch you.”

“Delta people, people are naturally surprised when others touch their bodies.”

Deltan’s mouth opened blankly.

‘Why are you saying the right thing?’

That thought came to my mind for a moment, then disappeared.

What soon started to build up was Ogi.

Deltan opened his eyes grimly and then asked.

“You didn’t do that until now?”

“People naturally change.”

“It’s not something I’m going to use right now. Isn’t the only explanation for being surprised at something you’re already used to being a change in your state of mind?”

“Is that what you think?”

“You acted like that. You.”

Agnes’ gaze turned to the Deltan’s eyes.

She looked at him for a while with no idea what he was thinking, and then smiled.

“Do you want me to like you?”

“What bullshit?”

“You said it. Humans tend to think what they want to think.”

flinch-

Deltan’s body trembled.

Agnes’ smile deepened.

“Aga Deltain. Are you hungry for my love?”

Agnes spread her arms.

“Would you like to eat Mamma?”

“… Get out.”

“You pretended not to say it, but you liked me. Are you regretting not confessing to me first? That’s why you’re trying to make me say that.”

widely!

Deltan closed the book.

He glared at Agnes with a red-faced face and then spoke.

“Try to be mistaken.”

Deltan placed his hand on Agnes’ cheek.

Her body trembled momentarily.

A smile hardens.

“You react like this, then what do you think of me?”

Agnes kissed her lips two or three times, then calmed her expression and placed her hand over his.

His expression seemed as if this kind of skinship was nothing.

“Are you surprised because it happened so suddenly?”

“What… .”

“That’s right. Because until now, you have never touched me first.”

Deltan thought deeply about her words.

It was definitely the first time in a while that she had touched me at an unexpected moment.

Agnes said.

“I see this situation differently.”

“… What.”

“Now I feel like you are approaching me first.”

Damn.

Deltan’s expression hardened.

He twisted the corners of his mouth and fluttered the corners of his eyes to reveal the emotions that were emerging.

According to Agnes’s expression, it was a look of hurt pride.

The voice that came out was also filled with anger.

“You really only think about what’s best for you.”

Deltan took his hand away.

And the moment when I was about to fire some more.

smart-

-Count, Galan requests your presence alone.

Gerhart broke the mood.

Deltan’s eyes turned to the closed door.

At the same time, I feel resentful of Gerhart, who stopped the fight when he couldn’t even counterattack yet.

“Why don’t you go?”

Agnes said with a shrug.

“The knight under your command wants to be alone.”

I feel like my blood pressure is rising at the sight of my proud face.

Deltan gritted his teeth and said.

“… See you later.”

And then he walked out the door angrily.

*

There was a separate building in the Count of Hebron where the knights stayed.

It was a fairly small outbuilding, and it had a total of 5 floors, and each floor had a different atmosphere.

This is because each floor has a different owner.

The 5th floor of Kaltara is filled with sweaty training equipment.

The 4th floor of Pobler had all the walls torn down to create a huge kitchen, while the 3rd floor of Jevis had an additional wall built to make it more closed.

And Galan.

His entire second floor was a laboratory that first reminded me of a wizard’s laboratory.

If I were to be honest, it wasn’t wrong.

Necrophiliac Galan was one of the few ‘warlocks’ left on the continent.

“Why did you call me?”

Deltan said as he entered the laboratory.

Then Galan, who was mixing an unknown liquid in a flask, turned his head.

Grumbling-

While maintaining the body position, only the head is turned 180 degrees.

It was bizarre.

Deltan’s brow furrowed.

“I told you not to do that.”

[sorry.]

Galan said.

It was a word that implanted will into the other person’s head rather than a voice coming out of the mouth.

His vocal cords and throat had all melted, and he was unable to speak.

Deltan sighed and asked again.

“So why did you call me? Just try to do something trivial.”

Galan twisted his black hair in his hands and rolled his dark eyes.

It’s a little disgusting to see a skinny guy over 190cm tall doing that.

As the Deltan remembered his thoughts, Galan spoke.

[The teacher and the school members want to tour the islands. Could you send them an invitation?]

“Ah.”

Deltan understood right away.

Teacher and school.

It was the ‘Necromancy school’ that Deltans brought Galan to four years ago.

It’s a little funny, but in the current era, warlocks were designated as a protected species rather than a public servant on the continent.

The reason is that the population has decreased due to poor awareness.

Any magic must leave its mark and be passed on to future generations.

This was the achievement achieved by wizards who followed such teachings.

In other words, to summarize, the Necromancy school is an endangered species, so external tourism requires permission from the Magic Council.

Galan was now asking the ‘Arch Mage’, the living god of wizards, to allow them to tour the empire.

“Tell him to come.”

Deltan agreed without much hesitation.

Galan nodded as if he knew that too.

Same wizard.

However, because of this, the hierarchy is clearer.

Also, neither of them enjoyed making trivial remarks, so the conversation usually ended when business was done.

The situation can just go back to this.

Deltan tried to turn, but stopped with an ‘ah’ sound.

“… That’s right.”

[What’s going on?]

“You guys live in the desert.”

[Yes, but… .]

“Tell me to research something on the way.”

Galan tilted his head.

Then Deltan spoke.

“The breath of a martyr.”

[Sounds like the name of a gem.]

“No, I expect it to be long term.”

Deltan spoke indifferently and continued his thoughts.

‘Because everything I’ve collected up to this point has been organs.’

No. 1 Chambler’s dream is the brain.

No. 2 The heart of Gaias is the heart.

No. 3 The token of endless winter was the face leather of the Spirit King, and No. 4 The jewel of the deep sea was the color of the devil’s eyes.

That was to be expected given that half of the ingredients had been collected so far.

The ‘Eternal Contract’ depicted the form of a certain living thing in a clear form.

Deltan continued with sunken eyes.

“There is no guarantee that it is a human organ. No, try looking for ‘lungs’ among the non-human organs. There is a high probability that there are clues in myths and legends.”

It would be strange if it were just a human thing.

When I said that I thought that breathing must be related to the respiratory system, Galan nodded.

[I will pass it on as is.]

“Send the necessary documents to the office.”

[Please enter.]

“uh.”

Deltan left the laboratory.

*

Two more weeks passed.

One day, two more Deltan lectures were held, and the academy’s curriculum revisions were on track.

“Count, it is said that the school has arrived.”

The warlocks of the Necromancy school arrived in the islands.

“Why is it so fast?”

“He said he used the train.”

“Huh? Is that already completed?”

“… Yes, the connection with the South ended a month ago.”

train.

Public transportation that connects the entire continent and shortens transportation time.

Deltan devised it two years ago and presented it to Emperor Ishmarck, and it has been a project he has continued ever since.

Deltan, who had just thrown away the proposal and forgotten about it, finally realized its completion and nodded.

“I guess I should go take a look.”

After saying that, he stood up.

Agnes came into the office with a clicking sound.

She was wearing a thin white dress and a navy blue coat over her shoulders.

A wide-brimmed navy blue hat was placed on top of his head.

Agnes said as Deltan looked at him with a blank expression.

“You said you were going out?”

“But why are you doing that?”

“Do you want to go out together?”

How did Agnes hear in advance and prepare for the news she just heard?

There was only one culprit.

When Deltan looked at Gerhart, he turned away from Deltan’s gaze.

‘This bastard?’

I didn’t know it was a guy that even the owner didn’t recognize.

Deltan felt his stomach boiling.

“Are you not going?”

At Agnes’s words, Deltan took his coat and whispered to Gerhart.

“… See you later.”

“I’m on vacation starting this evening. For three days.”

‘Smart bastard.’

The Deltans had no choice but to acknowledge Gerhart’s meticulousness.

The mansion that came out like that.

Deltan met them on the island’s main road in the sedan.

As soon as they saw me getting out of the sedan, their skinny faces brightened and they raised both hands.

They rolled their eyes and shouted at the same time.

“Worship the great Arch Mage… .”

“Don’t do it.”

Pop-

He stopped talking and returned to his stance.

‘I guess it’s because they’re humans living in remote areas.’

His mental state doesn’t seem to be very good.

The Deltan thought about that and looked at their clothes.

The robes must have been sold somewhere, so they are all wearing floral shirts and shorts.

His shoes were sandals, and he wore a wide-brimmed hat on top of his head.

It was an outfit often worn by those going on vacation on Earth.

“… What on earth is that outfit?”

“Wouldn’t a fashion magazine recommend this for vacation attire? Since wizards always have to break the mold of thinking, I tried my best to keep up with trends.”

Deltan was convinced that outside-the-box thinking wasn’t the way to go.

I didn’t need to say anything more.

Until three years ago, when there was a war against demons, the Necromancy school was a group that gave great help to the Deltans, so they did not act harshly.

“Anyway, I came to the system well. First, go to the mansion. Take that one.”

At the spot where Deltan was standing, there was a bus that Galan was driving.

Galan waved his hand through the car window.

The head of the school, Golgorias, a thin old man with an impressive braided beard, smiled brightly and welcomed his disciple.

“Your complexion has improved a lot! As expected, I think the city is good for a young friend!”

A powerful wizard who leads an army of corpses.

Even within [Eblore], his easy-going personality, unlike his old man who was classified as Class A, once again causes a sense of disparity.

Deltan said, shaking off the thoughts that came to mind.

“… Well, there are things I want to hear.”

“Oh, that’s right. Let’s go quickly.”

The school’s leaders piled into the bus.

After making sure that no one was left behind, Deltan got into the sedan.

Then Agnes asked.

“Deltain.”

“Why.”

“Aren’t those old men cold? They say they were people who wore robes even in the desert. The temperature here must be lower than the desert.”

“I don’t know, it won’t be cold.”

Deltan did not want to think deeply about the old men’s plans.