Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Magic Beast Trainer

‘Magic Realm······.’

Galahad muttered while looking at the castle covered in ash.

The Magic Realm that opened in the 7th Battalion was the size between the inner castle and outer castle. That size did not become larger or smaller.

Mana flowed from low concentration places to high. Because of that the Magic Realm pulled surrounding mana.

If low concentration mana inflows, it mixes with high concentration mana. It was the principle of naturally becoming lower concentration.

When the concentration difference falls below a certain number the flow stops and differences occur by region.

That was the flow of mana.

Yet the Magic Realm maintained high mana concentration while drawing surrounding mana.

‘How on earth is this possible?’

Galahad squinted his eyes and examined it, but a clue was not caught at all.

It was the biggest reason Galahad proposed the Magic Realm training ground.

The demon race’s king would be deep in the Magic Realm. To approach that one had to solve the secret of the Magic Realm.

Yet he even took charge of the Magic Realm training ground.

Galahad was thinking of making the training ground extremely harsh.

So that even if entering the real Magic Realm later one can display ability without being flustered—.

Of course, the captains would not follow obediently, but persuasion was Galahad’s specialty.

And Galahad was in a state of receiving the Grand Duke’s recognition.

‘Hmm, the personnel is insufficient.’

Galahad squinted his eyes.

To research the Magic Realm, and maintain the Magic Realm training ground more manpower was needed.

The manpower Galahad spoke of was a mage or one with intelligence comparable to that.

Here there were mostly only those like Sir Gilbert, and they were not manpower. Just force.

‘Should one call the kids of the 5th Battalion Black Magic Society branch—.’

He planned to fully operate the Black Magic Society branch to catch Dawn.

However, placing black mages around the Magic Realm was not a very good choice.

Is there no place where a well-thinking guy comes out—.

‘Ah, the Intelligence Bureau.’

Galahad was still an Intelligence Bureau identity.

And that quite high. One could bring a few from the safehouse and use them.

Of course, it would enter the Intelligence Bureau’s ears.

‘That one can well soothe—.’

Persuasion was Galahad’s specialty.

Then, a soldier approached from the side.

“Where do I put this?”

“Ah, put it this side.”

The soldier put down the luggage and raised a vigorous salute. It was a more angular salute than what Gilbert received.

‘This is the Grand Duke’s recognition.’

Galahad slightly waved his hand. Other soldiers raised salutes again. It gradually became annoying.

“Are you really thinking of managing the Magic Realm?”

Adrianne asked in her unique indifferent voice.

“That’s right.”

“It will be dangerous.”

Adrianne said seriously.

It was correct words. Leaving the Magic Realm inside the front line was a quite dangerous matter.

“So one has to train more. Until when will one only block. War does not end with blocking.”

“You are confident.”

Galahad nodded. Even if not the content written in the notebook it was a story one could expect.

“And when a similar matter happens again, doesn’t one have to respond?”

At Galahad’s question Adrianne pondered for a moment and nodded.

“There is reason. Still maintaining the Magic Realm is dangerous. I will extract personnel from the 1st Battalion.”

“Thank you.”

Because there was no particular need to refuse he nodded.

Then, Gilbert approached.

“Eh? Lady Adrianne when did you come?”

At Gilbert’s question Adrianne coughed softly. Galahad answered instead.

“He came together with His Grace the Grand Duke.”

“Ah, is that so.”

Gilbert bowed his head.

“Why are the other unit members not seen? Did you come without telling the battalion?”

At Gilbert’s question Adrianne’s eyes became a little large.

At that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“I left a letter instead.”

Adrianne sighed softly. Then she suddenly looked at Galahad.

“What did you write?”

“Hmm, it is a secret.”

Adrianne became anxious.

“But haven’t you seen the youngest? Not seen at all. They said he went together with the captain.”

Gilbert squinted his eyes and asked. Worrying signs were full on that face.

“Ah, you mean Sir Noad.”

“Yes, not seen. Isn’t the dumb guy lost the way somewhere?”

“You are really Sir Gilbert.”

“······What is that sound?”

“No. I sent him on a bit of an errand.”

“Yes? You sent him alone?”

Gilbert exhaled a deep sigh with a puff—, yet that sigh was quite deep. Adrianne’s eyebrows slightly lowered.

“The youngest, that guy knows nothing except the sword. Cannot even hold the reins and cannot light fire. Sending an errand to such a guy, a real big problem occurs.”

“······It would not be that degree?”

“Yes? Does Lady Adrianne know our youngest?”

Adrianne twitched her mouth and shook her head.

“Haa, the guy works hard. Just no experience of learning, if informed he still memorizes diligently.”

Adrianne’s eyebrows slightly rose.

“However, only stupid—.”

It lowered right away.

Adrianne’s eyes became sharp. Gilbert did not notice that gaze and continued the youngest story.

“Ah, but the youngest became quite famous in the 7th Battalion.”

“Became famous?”

“Yes, even if stupid—.”

Adrianne coughed softly.

“Are you okay? Ah, returning to the story even if the youngest is stupid he uses the sword well, he beat soldiers and knights without aura.”

Adrianne’s eyebrows lowered more. Galahad laughed softly.

Gilbert’s scratching skill was beyond imagination.

“But quite rough. Without even exchanging words he swings the sword first a real man among real men. That guy.”

“Real man?”

Adrianne shook her head a little. Twice consecutively.

“Wouldn’t the situation have been urgent?”

Adrianne said urgently.

“Correct. Because the captain said I will do it alone, so come as fast as possible! he said. But that guy······.”

Gilbert blurred the following words.

“Something?”

“He tears the opponent’s ear and chews it well. Hehe—! To think that degree of real man!”

Subtle confusion rose on Adrianne’s face. Adrianne shook her head quickly three times.

It was a common exaggeration of the front line. Galahad laughed.

“The youngest guy, clearly the beard will also be thick.”

“······Sir Gilbert!”

“Yes? Lady Adrianne?”

“Let’s spar.”

Knight Gilbert laughed saying good.

That laughter did not last long.

****

Tom thought he had somewhat adapted to the Special Mission Unit.

For example Gwen who claimed to be a maid while wearing lightning and spouting fire from the hand—.

Damien the boy who continuously ate and caught magic beasts with one rusted sword and just Sir Gilbert. Now it was gradually adapting.

Except Captain Galahad whose inside one could not know—.

Although each of those members was a talent excellent to the extent not matching Tom, they also had lacking parts because they were people.

They were extremely ignorant in parts other than battle.

Tom found his own use there. His own use where the extremely ordinary himself could survive among these monsters.

Tom knew how miserable it was to have no use. Because of that he did his best.

He somehow found work. He desperately made his own necessity.

Thanks to that he now thought he had somewhat adapted to the Special Mission Unit.

Until Adrianne wore a bizarre helmet and insisted she was the youngest—.

The long legs not covered even by fat armor and the nobility not covered was Adrianne no matter who looked.

From the beginning was there another knight Galahad would bring from the 1st Battalion.

The strange point was that no one noticed.

Tom had to use all his strength to hold back the scream every time Gilbert scolded saying the youngest was stupid.

There was also a time Gilbert entrusted Adrianne to Tom saying teach the youngest what to do.

What kind of person was Adrianne.

The rising brilliant hero of the North, the Grand Duke’s only blood relative. A lofty person who would become the next Grand Duke.

Telling Tom to educate such Adrianne—. Even Adrianne learned with all her heart without complaining once.

Fortunately it was right away put into the 7th Battalion, and that period was not that long.

It was really a crisis, but one could somehow pass it.

He thought he passed the biggest crisis like that.

Until just now—.

“Where is the guy.”

The moment hearing the voice Tom froze as is.

Because it was a thick voice one could not forget if heard once.

‘Eh? Why?’

Why is His Grace the Grand Duke in front.

The scene of the Grand Duke lightly pulling out a magic beast’s head was still vivid in the eyes.

Even that terrible magic beast he felt as huge despair was just a meat lump to the Grand Duke.

No, even now.

‘······Holding it! The magic beast!!’

Kerererererek!!

At the magic beast struggling caught by the Grand Duke Tom desperately held back the scream that was about to burst.

That was a shobangi. Compared to other magic beasts the build was small, but because of that it was rather a more dangerous magic beast.

It was a mid-rank magic beast a knight not a soldier had to face.

To think of hearing such a shobangi like some object.

At the shobangi gaping its mouth— Tom could not hold back and screamed.

****

“Kyaaaaaak!”

At Tom’s scream Galahad organized the seat and went down.

In front of Tom who foamed and fainted the Grand Duke was holding a bizarrely shaped magic beast.

‘What is a magic beast—.’

Galahad squinted his eyes and looked at the situation.

Even roughly looking it was not a low-rank magic beast. It was the story of at least mid-rank.

To think of holding such a magic beast like a chicken brought from the market.

‘A real monster.’

Galahad stuck out his tongue.

“I picked it up.”

The Grand Duke said low.

The question of where on earth one can pick up a mid-rank magic beast rose to the tip of the mouth, but Galahad forcibly swallowed it.

Kirerererererek!!

The magic beast roughly twisted its body. Looking there was not even a wound on the magic beast’s body.

‘Did he beat the magic beast and bring it?’

Galahad swallowed dry saliva.

“Thank you. But isn’t this a mid-rank magic beast?”

It was the situation decided to fill with low-rank magic beasts by Adrianne’s strong claim. Because it was the Magic Realm, even low-rank magic beasts were dangerous.

Yet the Grand Duke suddenly brought a mid-rank magic beast.

It seemed he thought low-rank was insufficient.

Even so to think of picking up a mid-rank magic beast.

“Is there a problem?”

The Grand Duke’s eyebrows slightly lowered.

“None at all. From the beginning if a guy who cannot even overcome a mid-rank magic beast is sitting in the captain position that is more a problem.”

The Grand Duke raised one corner of the mouth. Looking in detail it was a scar. A deep scar to the extent a yellow fang was seen between that—.

‘Not bad.’

Just in time Galahad was also curious.

Galahad rolled up the sleeve and approached the magic beast.

The magic beast gaped its snout and barked roughly.

“If you do not stay still I will even do castration.”

He lightly joked, but the Grand Duke did not laugh. The magic beast barked larger.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and took out a mana stone from Tom’s bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I am thinking of engraving the magic beast trainer’s magic circle.”

Magic beast trainer—?

The Grand Duke’s eyes narrowed.

Thump—.

Facing a mid-rank magic beast the pill of pain surged.

It shook as if asking right away.

‘No. This is not something to eat.’

The pill of pain became quiet. It seemed sullen.

The Grand Duke blankly looked at Galahad who extended his hand to the magic beast.

He thrust a mid-rank demon race, yet the guy was smiling instead of being flustered.

Exactly as if it worked out well.

“Ah, by any chance is there no more?”

The scar at the corner of the Grand Duke’s mouth deepened.

****

“······It is too hard.”

Intelligence Bureau’s Zamit squinted her eyes at the lament that poured suddenly.

Across from her James··· no, agent Galahad was sitting.

When first entering the Intelligence Bureau, James’s sparkling eyes were covered with fatigue, and the glossy blonde was fully oily.

It was the appearance of a common newbie who entered the Intelligence Bureau.

“I do not know what everyone thinks of mages. Continuously scolding why it takes so long to cast magic. No, because it is magic isn’t it natural it takes long? One has to calculate the mana concentration too, and memorize the formula too! While doing that not letting one use a staff—.”

James continued the dead sounds.

“So if one explains Galahad does it? they say. Galahad! Galahad!! Uaaaaak! Genius of the century!”

James stood up abruptly and had a seizure while shouting Galahad’s name.

It was a common reaction of a newbie mage in the Intelligence Bureau.

“Every time the department head hears the name ‘Galahad’ he stands up abruptly. And vents anger on me. Always saying he sent support! while doing so!”

Zamit quietly stared at James who was grumbling.

‘What does this child think of me?’

Even the operations department head that child feared gave one hand to Zamit. Coming to such Zamit and complaining, Zamit clicked her tongue softly.

If Galahad had not said that carrot-like guy was fine when leaving she would not have let it pass like this.

“I do not know why one compares me with the genius of the century. Completely different people······.”

James deeply lowered his head.

‘Was it too mischievous.’

Zamit clicked her tongue softly.

Of course, as James said Galahad was a person with no lack to be called a genius.

At the same time a person insufficient to explain with the word genius.

“Do you know how Galahad casts magic without even a formula?”

“······Because a genius?”

“Half correct. You are also Academy top?”

“······Although I graduated at an age six years older than that person.”

James made a reluctant expression for a moment and nodded.

“I asked because curious. How do you use magic so quietly and quickly.”

Zamit paused for a moment.

James tilted his body without knowing himself.

“He said he used it until it became so.”

Thud Zamit shook the tea cup.

“······Yes?”

“Like a knight training until reacting to a suddenly flying sword, he said he used magic until it goes out even with eyes closed and not thinking.”

At Zamit’s explanation James’s eyes fully furrowed.

“It does not make sense. When using magic, it is not only mana that is used. Mental strength is also consumed so if one does with such an ignorant method one will definitely go crazy.”

At James’s firm words Zamit thought for a moment.

Did Galahad go crazy?

It seemed so.

“Whether you believe or not is your freedom. Enduring the weight of that name is also your freedom, if you want say, I will change it.”

Zamit flicked her finger.

Cases of changing the agent name were few, but it was not that there were none.

There were also quite cases of changing because the agent name was exposed, or for an operation.

James’s face fully furrowed. Agony rose between the dense fatigue.

Zamit quietly sipped the tea.

James’s mouth opened after quite a long time.

“It’s fine.”

Those blue eyes were clearer than before. It seemed he made his own decision.

“I will become a person not regrettable for the name.”

He heard the conversation with Galahad was only brushing, yet that degree of admiration.

“Yes, I will look forward to it.”

Absolutely will not work—. Zamit swallowed the following words.

The guy laughed refreshingly. Still full of newbie signs.

Then, the door opened roughly. A nervously shaped guy entered.

“Zamit! What is the sound that Galahad was dispatched to the North?”

The guy shouted sharply as soon as entering.

‘Ah, this guy was there.’

Zamit felt faint fatigue.

It was agent First.

A guy who continuously ranked 2nd pushed by Galahad from Academy days. Afterward how he found out he followed Galahad and entered the Intelligence Bureau.

‘In the Intelligence Bureau he also continuously ranked 2nd pushed by Galahad.’

That was also amazing. Because it was right below Galahad.

However, that difference was too large for a difference of one rank=.

“This time I would have beaten the guy!”

“Calm down, because scolding me is useless.”

“Damn! Who dared send my soul’s rival Galahad? Unforgivable—.”

“It is the imperial order.”

First stopped his mouth. Those eyes moved here and there. Short silence continued.

“······Damn! Receiving the imperial order I could not receive first!”

At First who burst anger as if jealous Zamit furrowed her eyes. Is getting angry at that part correct?

“No, one cannot run away from me until ending the competition! Zamit! I will also go to the North.”

“Why are you telling that to me? Say directly to your father?”

“I should.”

First largely nodded.

First’s obsession with Galahad was extremely famous.

First was the son of the Bureau Director. Amusingly saying ‘fair’ competition with Galahad, he never borrowed the Bureau Director’s power. Literally a stupid guy.

Recently a vacancy occurred in the Northern safehouse, so he will somehow go to that position.

It was an unexpected obstacle for Zamit who was planning support with the Deputy Director.

“Galahad! Did you think you could run away from me! Wait! Even if that place is the end of the North I will follow! For the unfinished match—! Hmm? A newbie?”

First who was shouting asked while looking at James.

“······Yes!”

“Yes, what is the agent name?”

At First’s question.

“······It is James.”

James deeply lowered his head.

Zamit suddenly had a question.

Would Galahad remember First?

Hmm—

.

······He would not remember?