Chapter 410

Hariot, who left the palace, quickened his pace. He had thought of the person as a good advisor so far, but the intense discomfort he felt from seeing such a different side of him soon turned into a creepy fear. Although he had not actually experienced anything, Hariot could sense that he was not a normal wizard just from a few conversations they had. He kept saying strange things and making incomprehensible remarks, even going so far as to say that he was a god of a new world. A normal wizard would not say such things. Hariot had followed the elite wizard course. Although being a wizard is fundamentally a genius study, there are also street wizards, and there are certainly those who learn magic from those street wizards. They are usually crazy and eccentric. Hariot had heard of them as rumors. As an elite wizard, Hariot had hardly ever encountered crazy wizards. His father was a grand wizard, and the people who taught him magic were usually clean-minded wizards with sound thoughts. The only crazy wizard he had encountered was Aaron Mede, who had created a chimera in his basement. So it was natural for Hariot to be engulfed in an inexplicable fear when he heard Lothar Dwyn saying strange things that seemed perfectly fine today. The legendary villainous wizard he had heard from his older brother or father when he was younger was certainly not the case. But Hariot was feeling in real-time how scary it is to face someone with inexplicable madness. Hariot kept looking back as he walked. Was he following me? It felt like he was obsessed with me. What is he going to do to me if he follows me? His steps quickened, and even among the passengers on the magical train heading back to the temple, Hariot was sweating coldly. Although nothing had happened, it felt like something was about to happen. Despite knowing that this anxiety was just his imagination, Hariot could not hide his restlessness. The strange gaze that looked at him. Desire when talking about the magic book. Incomprehensible nonsense. Hoping that the crazy wizard was not trying to harm him, Hariot returned to the temple almost running after getting off the train. The tram was cold because it was night. Hariot looked around, sweating coldly, as only a few students got on the tram. He felt like he might become a target of a crazy wizard, which made him feel scared and uncomfortable. Despite thinking it was just his nerves, Lothar's strange remarks and behavior made him uneasy. Hariot hoped that Lothar wasn't trying to harm him and quickly returned to the temple. Upon seeing Linehart, Hariot felt his fear and anxiety disappear. Linehart was someone he trusted to help him no matter what. Even though he wanted to hate Linehart, he couldn't help but trust him. "Oh, oh? Uh... uh. Oh, I see... "

Hariot couldn't hate Linehart any more than he already did.

* * *

"Was it just a delusion?"

"Yeah. I realized that nothing had actually happened and I was just scared for no reason."

What was that?

Hariot had said it wasn't anything serious, but he had been caught up in something serious.

"Maybe a delusion?"

Hariot's face turned red at my words.

"Uh... a delusion, maybe..."

What was it?

According to Lucinil's syntax, did our cutie have an axiomatic attribute? It probably wasn't that.

"He just seemed like he was going to follow me and was a bit strange... But come to think of it, he wasn't that strange. He never did anything bad to me or intentionally asked me for anything... There are a lot of weird wizards out there, so I guess he wasn't that unusual, and I just got scared for no reason..."

It's cute how he stammers and mumbles in embarrassment. It's nice to be able to see this cute side of him without feeling guilty.

In the end, he had been so surprised by the research assistant who had helped him so far that he had developed strange feelings and ran away to the temple.

I don't know what strange things he said, but wizards tend to say strange things all the time.

Anyway.

I was sitting face to face with Hariot in the restaurant.

And I had just met Hariot after finishing my shower and coming out.

"Uh... Ellen..."

So naturally, it was a natural course of action for Ellen, who had finished her shower, to come to the restaurant to do something.

Ellen looked back and forth between me and Hariot, then sat down next to Hariot.

As if it were natural.

"What do you want to eat?"

Our absent-minded one asked, her eyes shining.

"I'll make something for you today."

It seems like this pattern has returned and he likes it too much. Hariot's expression became complicated as he looked at Ellen.

He seemed to be smiling vaguely, but also seemed like he might cry.

With a complicated expression.

"I, I'm... hungry?"

"What's wrong with you?" And from the A-class dormitory, even at this late hour, a quite unfamiliar voice was heard from behind.

"Is it true that a mere knight is telling the lord to come and go?"

Charlotte, with her arms crossed, looked at Ellen nervously.

No, did Charlotte call Ellen herself?

"I'm good at cooking. I'll make it for you."

"My knight doesn't really need to be good at cutting."

"You don't need to be bad either. You're better than someone who can't do both."

"Is that true? How can you guarantee that I can't cook? You've never seen me do it before."

"You grew up in an environment where you couldn't do it well, so of course you can't do it."

"...... Yeah! I can't do it! It's true that I can't do it! But did you call me to pick a fight? In the middle of the night?"

"I called you to make food, but you're the one picking a fight. I tried to take care of you in my own way. You're saying that even this is too much."

"...... Who does that remind you of, making the right words awkward?"

Ellen points at me silently.

No, she seems to be good at scratching people even though she doesn't seem like that?

I'm going crazy.

"Well...... What do you want to eat?"

Charlotte grinned at Ellen's question.

"Beef bourguignon."

What should I do?

Our first princess is starting to look down.

But what followed was even more absurd.

"Just use sirloin. I usually like fatty ones, but I'm on a diet these days. And spices. Especially don't use pepper. I really hate cooks who hide their low skills by hitting spices. Wine is a red wine from the Rhône......"

"Just eat what you're given instead of looking down on it."

Ellen spit out my thoughts as they were.

Of course, it was natural for Charlotte's face to turn red when she heard that.

"What? Look down? Did you just say I'm looking down?"

"Face value means face value, so I'm talking about face value. I said you were so pretty that you were annoying enough to charge a pretty price."

"What...... What? What did you say?"

"If you don't know, just eat what you're given."

"Hey! Hey! Where are you running away!"

"I'm not running away, I'm going to the kitchen."

Ellen went into the kitchen as if she didn't want to hear Charlotte's nagging anymore, and Charlotte started watching from behind to see where she was good at.

Hariot came out with a blank expression and watched them together.

"Hey...... you know......"

"I think I know what you're trying to say."

"Last year, you and I would have been like that......"

The context of the conversation is different, but Charlotte and Ellen, who were beating each other up, were last year's me and Hariot.

That was the only thing that was similar. "Because you said you don't like carrots!"

"Just eat it."

"Really? You won't give it to me?"

"I have a knife."

"Wow...you're really going all out, huh?"

"Reinhardt...I feel dizzy..."

Hariot listened to Ellen and Charlotte's bickering and whined while slumping on the table.

"Actually...I'm not used to it either."

Their conversation was awkward in a different way than their social status.

Ellen completed the beef bourguignon and presented it to us, while Charlotte crossed her arms and snickered.

"Remember when I said I was on a diet? What do you think I'm going to eat after 11 pm? Think a little."

Yeah, I thought you'd be like this.

When Charlotte turned away from the food she had prepared with enthusiasm, Ellen stared at her.

That.

It's coming out of her mouth.

"...Well, if you're not going to eat it."

Charlotte tried to ignore Ellen's mouth and gaze that were about to burst out.

"...."

If you don't eat it, I won't either, Ellen glared at Charlotte as her mouth was full.

You'll be upset.

You'll really be upset if you don't eat it.

It was almost a coercive gaze.

"Okay, I got it! I'll eat it!"

Charlotte seemed to have pretended not to eat it, but she ate it forcibly because of Ellen.

"Hmph, it's edible enough."

It was such a predictable line that Hariot was amazed, and he blushed as he watched Charlotte, feeling like he had been like that before.

"I, I...won't say that again...hmph...hmph..."

Yeah.

You're cute enough without saying those lines now.

* * *

As Ellen became Charlotte's knight, they occasionally had these moments, and although they didn't reconcile with Hariot, due to Hariot's subtle misunderstanding, the four of us gathered in the A-class dormitory.

After eating the food Ellen made, we had time to drink tea.

If Ellen and Charlotte were left alone, they would automatically bicker. Hariot tried his best not to listen when they started to argue.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing they talked about.

"...Wait, did I misunderstand something?"

"You were talking about increasing the efficiency of using the gate, right?"

"No, so...if you're in the warp gate zone, you can move to your destination in one go?"

"I'm not sure if it actually works, but theoretically it does. I don't know if you'll understand, but I made something similar to a blueprint."

Charlotte asked Hariot if he had found something he wanted by looking around the research materials in the magic department, and Hariot just answered her.

I was surprised by that story too.

To improve it by using the warp gate only once to reach the destination, instead of continuously using it.

Of course, it's not an immediate story. Charlotte looked at Hariot with a doubtful expression.

"If what you're saying is true and it really happens...wow, I can't even imagine how much it will change." Charlotte seemed to find it difficult to calculate the impact of optimizing and simplifying the use of the warp gate. Ellen just shrugged her head, and I couldn't help but think that our stubborn Hariot was the best. Hariot's discovery was also a discovery with the impact of power cartridges or moonshine, which was beyond my expected range of change. As it was a discovery that would be of great help to the national interest, Charlotte seemed to be seriously considering Hariot's talent as the greatest genius in magical history. Ellen, Hariot, and Charlotte. The picture of the three of them talking together was unfamiliar, but it didn't look bad. "What is your sister doing these days?" Ellen asked me with interest, and Charlotte and Hariot also looked at me as if they were interested. Olivia's whereabouts were not wrong to ask me, but it was interesting that Ellen was curious about it. Perhaps she had begun to feel a sense of camaraderie, such as sharing the same fate as the owner of the Holy Grail. Olivia didn't explain to me what was happening to her, and it was difficult to meet her because there were so many days when the temple was empty. "I heard she's working as an inquisitor... but I don't know the details." I only knew that Olivia was looking for clues to the Divine Messenger. If I revealed that I was the Demon King, Olivia would be on my side and keep my secret. But if Olivia made that choice, she would be no different from becoming an enemy of humanity. I'd rather not have Olivia on my side and be safe. No, it's better for Olivia to think of the Demon King as an enemy. Then Olivia won't become an enemy of the unspecified masses on her own. It's better to make Olivia think of the intangible Demon King as an enemy than to drag her into the enemy of humanity as an inquisitor. "Inquisitor?" The word itself had a ominous ring to it, so everyone was surprised. Although Olivia is considered a senior with a personality disorder by the Royal Class 2 students, they know that Olivia Lanche is a person who has been named a saint. Therefore, it was surprising to everyone that Olivia was doing the work of an inquisitor who kills and tortures people. The engagement and the many changes that followed changed the entire continent's political situation and our relationship. The smallest change among them. We ended up talking like this, the four of us, in the middle of the night. It wasn't shattered. But in this strange relationship that seemed to be awkwardly broken and awkwardly stuck together. I could feel a precarious little peace.