Chapter 339 – Like the Claws of a Platypus (3)

The equipment Fay made was well received by others.

The customized performance is great, but there may be a virtue of making it similar to the one you normally use to reduce the time to get used to as much as possible.

For example, in the case of Karla, the staff she recently received from the imperial family wasn’t bad, so she only made clothes and magic tools in the form of hairpins.

For the clothes, I took the sloppy design of riding clothes that adventurers often wear that I bought the other day, and only added a few features.

The flower pin was also in the form of a blue flower, which was said to be the symbol of the Lindelheit family, which was worn on a daily basis.

Maybe that’s why even if it’s new equipment, it doesn’t feel like new and it feels familiar.

With the power of system calibration, I can easily handle any equipment as long as I don’t deviate from the big picture, but other people don’t.

For reference, Karla’s clothes, like my robes, were focused on defense, but the larger the area, the stronger the output.

Its reaction speed is lower than mine, so even though I just made it always defensive, it had similar performance to my instant hardening.

How about a flower-decorated hairpin?

Prepared calmly, taking into account the classic style of blowing a big one, it is a gem that only focuses on increasing power and improving mana efficiency.

It is said that it is quite difficult to amplify the magic that has already been amplified once with a staff. Just like taking two staffs doesn’t make you twice as strong.

But Faye did it. Other people’s equipment also had a similar feeling.

Effects tailored to each individual’s fighting style and familiar design. Even the performance itself is great.

Everyone is a little excited at the thought of using it in this operation.

Smart smart

Someone knocked on the room door. There is only one news to come at this timing.

Eda’s polite voice came from behind the tightly closed door.

“Duke Lindelheit. His Excellency Prime Minister Milone says that all preparations have been completed.”

“Okay. Go now.”

Where. Shall we go see how much we scraped together?

***

Milone’s office, guided by Edda.

The pile of paperwork was still there, but unlike before, Milone was not alone.

It was because 20 or so people, all of whom had a lot of energy, all turned around at once.

Are these the people Milone recruited?

“Hmm… The author is him.”
“You look younger than you think?”
“You’re really young.”
“Take it. How many women do you take with you?”
“The weakest girl over there will be just like you, so please shut up.”

Whispering whispers. Thanks to the awakening of my previously sensitive senses under the protection of the World Tree, I can hear them clearly as if I were talking right next to them.

Most of them are strange, but I got used to this much after hearing it at the academy.

I passed it moderately and looked around the people who had gathered calmly.

Most of them were elves, but there were also a few other races mixed in, and there were quite a few familiar faces.

Of course, it would be close to what I know unilaterally.

Anyway, as I felt when I first entered the office, the overall level itself seems to be considerable.

Most of them were middle class wizards, but they were quite strong at the same level, and there were two of them, but there were also those who seemed to be Aura Experts and Cardinal class priests.

But there was one problem. It’s just that the number of people is smaller than expected.

Even considering that they were called in hastily, is this enough? It’s not as big as the Levantine Empire, which ate half of the continent, but Alfheim, which occupied the Great Forest, is also a formidable country.

Elves have a low birth rate compared to their sexual desire, but their lifespan is quite long, so the population is not small.

For a while, I tilted my head in wonder. Seeing Elisha and Iris following behind, some elves frowned.

“Tsk.”
“You are impudent.”

Among them, there was a guy who clicked his tongue so blatantly.

All of them were elves, but oddly enough, all of them looked middle-aged.

It is said that he is an old man by the standards of an elf who has hardly aged.

I know roughly what it is.

A high elf who was caught trying to summon a spirit from the Sylvan Magic Tower, which was built to replace the spirit.

Even now living as a slave under a man famous for being horny? Even with the mana core intact? How?

In many ways, he must have thought it was a disgrace to the race and a disgrace to the country.

Is it because of their eyes, or is it because of the momentum that they subtly exuded? Elisha cowers her body slightly.

Carla and Iris immediately stepped out of their way to Elisha’s reaction.

Carla was smiling as usual, but… Iris kept her eyes wide open, perhaps trying to put on a scary expression.

… I didn’t even know it made it look cuter.

In an unusual atmosphere, other people start looking at us alternately with excitement.

Sensing a nuisance, Milone tried to mediate, but…

“Ah, it’s okay.”

“Yes?”

I dried it.

“Are all these people going to fight the army of ugly prosperity?”

“Yes, but…”

“That means you’re going to fight at my command, albeit temporarily.”

“Ah.”

Only then did Milone understand that I would take care of it, so he took a half step back and nodded his head.

“You’re right. It’s the Duke of Lindelheit who noticed the ugly plan of prosperity, who knows the most about them, and who has the most experience fighting the cultists, so that’s only natural.”

I thanked him with a simple glance for the weighty remark, then looked around.

From left to right. Slow movements, as if trying to clearly see who came. However, those who were just raising their spirits blatantly stared at it longer.

Of course, no one would back down like this. If it had been, I wouldn’t have let go of the momentum.

After making eye contact with everyone, they smiled and continued talking.

“Nice to meet you. And thank you for running to fight like this. My name is Yandel Lindelheit. It’s limited to this operation, but I think I’ll lead you guys…”

Having said that, he narrowed his eyes and sighed.

“If you have any complaints, tell me now.”

Cooong-

Mana, who has reached the end of the upper level wizard, takes over the entire office. It was a bonus that Dragon Fear was slightly included.

“Keep.”
“What is this!”
“It must be a lieutenant mage…”

It wasn’t in a state of tolerance, and it didn’t come out naturally with all its might… Didn’t he make good use of the intimidating enchantment on his mask?

Recalling the feeling at the time, I learned to exude a little blood even with my usual appearance.

I looked down coldly at those who were suffocating as if they were out of breath. At most, a middle-ranking mage.

But. It is more disappointing to see someone you know and who was above you fall than someone you don’t care about.

Actually, it’s because I’m a little angry, it’s a natural reaction for those who don’t know about Elisha’s false accusation.

Iris… Hmm… Cause and effect, but anyway, aren’t you my slave now?

It’s just that I’m right in front of you as the owner, so if you carelessly touch it, it’ll be bitter.

Now they stagger almost to the point of collapsing. Thinking that this was enough, he regained his momentum and sighed heavily.

“Huh…”
“Huh… What the hell is this…”
“How at that age!”

The elves collapsed, clutching their necks as if they still had some aftereffects. Receiving their gaze, he smiled softly. Inspired by Helena.

“I hope to go along well.”

“…”
“…”
“…”

Of course, no answer came back.

But that was the easiest answer to understand.

***

“You are amazing. I was worried that all of them would be difficult to deal with because they are all proud people…”

“Yes?”

“It’s a bit rude, but I never thought you’d be able to grab hold of it like this.”

“Yes?”

“Mum. The more important the job, the more you have to look at your ability, but there are people who don’t necessarily do it. Duke of Lindelheit. I don’t know anyone else, but I… Only I can understand.”

“Yes?”

After briefly greeting the gathered helpers and parting ways. He asked me to stay for a while, saying that an answer had come to the request for assistance sent to the Levantine Empire, so I stayed…

Milone keeps talking nonsense. I think you misunderstood something?

Milone asked back with a slightly puzzled expression if I was the only one who thought the conversation didn’t mesh.

“… Isn’t it because you feared that useless, self-respecting noblemen would reach out just because they were outsiders or because they were young?”

“Isn’t it? Did you do it out of tears because you were pressuring Elisha and Iris for no reason?”

“… ?”

“… ?”

Milone and I looked at each other for a moment and tilted our heads. But in the end, when he realizes that I am sincere, he puts on a dejected expression.

“Oh my god. That’s really why.”

“What… In any case, as long as the results are good, isn’t it okay? This will make everyone more cooperative.”

“That’s right, but…”

Is this correct? Is it really okay to go over like this?

Milone blinked for a while with that expression on her face, but soon nodded as if she had come to the same conclusion as mine.

“Anyway, the results were good, so that’s a good thing.”

“I mean.”

I shrugged her shoulders and checked Elisha’s condition.

Far from shrinking her, Elisha, as usual, sits upright with her shoulders outstretched.

When our eyes met, I rolled her eyes here and there, and she soon sent her eye smile as if she was grateful.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been staring blankly at it. Milone, who came to her senses, cleared her throat and brought up the main topic that left us.

“Hmmmm. Rather, the request for assistance sent by the duke the other day.”

“Oh. There was. How did it go?”

“In conclusion…”