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Chapter 55: Dejavu

Gerhard went to persuade the Count.

"Are you serious?"

I was told.

Gerhard and the Count went to persuade the Marquis.

"Are you insane?"

And he gave me a dubious look.

The count and marquis went to persuade the king.

"Are you tired?"

I was concerned about this.

Such a reaction would be expected if one hears that the Eye of the High King is to be used as a catalyst for an enchantment on the spot upon receipt. It is just a warm-heartedness that Gerhard was not hanged.

After all that, the king was convinced. It seems that the deciding factor was that even if he failed, instead of offering up the third princess Listil, he could just offer up a line of the famous swords in Count Tsunder's domain. What a wonderful thing that would not hurt his own pocket.

All that remained was to wait for the day of the signing ceremony, but there was one more troublesome task for the Marquis Beowulf Eldenberger.

It is to tell this story to the second prince of the barbarian tribe, Arsames, in advance. On the day of the event, suddenly

"Ta-da! I will use the Eyes of the High King right here!"

It would be interesting to announce something like that, but if the other party gets angry and cancels the signing ceremony, who will be responsible? I can't make an excuse while there will probably be a witness from the neighboring country.

Therefore, permission must be obtained in advance. The slogan "Horenso" doesn't exist in this day and age, but the gist of the work never changes. (TN: When it is used in a business context it is actually an acronym; ‘Ho’, ’Ren’, ‘So’.  ‘Hokoku’, meaning report, ‘Renraku’, meaning update or contact, and ‘Sodan’, which means consult or discuss.)

……Going to consult about a surprise, huh? It's contradictory or not.

When I called Arsames to the tent at the border and explained, he also said,

"What are you talking about?"

And his neat face was contorted.

……Yeah, well, I think so.

Even Beowulf understood Arsames' feelings. That's because it's the same reaction he had a few days ago.

That being said, you should always be bullish in the diplomatic arena. Beowulf continued with the attitude that it was natural.

"What is there to be surprised about? The granting of the light attribute requires an incomparably greater amount of magical power than any other. Isn't Arsames-sama the best at knowing that?"

Arsames was at a loss for words. Seeing this, Beowulf

……As expected, I knew this guy knew he couldn't possibly do a five-character sword with a light attribute.

I was convinced.

However, he couldn't make a fuss about being deceived. Arsames only offered what he wanted, and it was Beowulf who made the bargain. His fuss only reveals his ignorance.

On the contrary, Arsames could not refuse this offer.

"If we are not allowed to use the Eye of the High King, can you tell us how to grant it a powerful light attribute?"

He had no way to answer such a question. I don't think that the person who has been giving me the cold shoulder would approve of such a statement.

"... That's fine. It's also interesting to grant magic on the spot on that day."

"Yes, I hope it will be a sideshow at the place where we wish for peace between the two countries."

They nodded to each other with faces that were far from peaceful, showing their fighting spirit.

They were both thinking at the same time. I hate this guy.

"And if it fails, how do you assure me that it will be a failure? The shattering of the eyes of the High King, right?"

"We’ll take out the swords. In addition to the wailing sword I showed you the other day, there are three more by the same swordsmith. All of them are masterpieces that can be said to be treasures of our country."

"You seem to be very reluctant to give the princess in marriage. Isn't marriage essential if you wish for peace?"

“My king dotes on Listil-sama. It's not painful to look him in the eye, I suppose.”

"Phew..."

Arsames snorted in boredom.

"I don't know if four swords can match the eyes of the supreme king unless I see it."

“In terms of value, it's more like a big loss for us. And that's only if the magic enchantment fails.”

Beowulf was bullish on what to do now, even though his heart was wavering even with a single demon wailing sword. I'm confident that if I put four of them together, I can make you say you want one.

"But...."

Arsames still tried to argue, but was interrupted by the sound of clapping hands. The man who delivered the report was looking at them with a sleepy expression on his face as he clasped his hands together.

"It's fine around here. It's not like you can give points to works of art, so I guess we'll just have to work out the details on the day of the event."

A witness called by Arsames, but his position is neutral. Arsames had no choice but to withdraw, although he was not convinced.

Beowulf also decided that this was the end. There is nothing good about destroying the reputation of a neighboring country.

“Then, let’s meet at the signing ceremony next time. ……I said something similar before.”

"As expected, I won't call you anymore. Rest assured."

Arsames and Beowulf left the tent almost at the same time with stiff smiles on their faces.

Beowulf ponders as he walks.

...... Maybe that guy is the toughest one to deal with, surprisingly.

The face of the notifier, who had no features that could be described as distinctive, was no longer memorable after a short distance.

The day of the signing ceremony. In addition to the 3,000 garrisoned soldiers, 2,000 were deployed as guards. The other country was similar, with a total of 10,000 soldiers gathered at the border.

"Well, I should have prepared food stalls."

Claudia said with a smile. Regardless of how the war came about, in her eyes it was nothing more than a waste of money.

While the soldiers were nervous with the large forces of both friend and foe, their hearts were relaxed that they might soon be able to return home. If they were asked to fight under such circumstances, it would only be a messy mud fight.

"What an imprudent thing. It's a sacred place for peace talks."

Jocel looked bitter..

Claudia wanted to argue that she was probably cleaning up the mess made by the idiots who had been led astray by the church and had been removed from the ladder after starting a war, but in the middle of an army, Claudia was very cautious.

Led by Jocel, Lutz, Claudia, and Patrick entered a special tent. There, Gerhard is smiling wryly as he prepares the ritual table and various tools for the spell casting ceremony. The preparations were complete.

Only Gerhard could grin on such a big stage. Lutz wondered if he could do it. The conclusion: no. He would either run away or roll over with nervous diarrhea from the strain.

"Come to think of it, the hero isn't here."

Patrick looked around.

"He would have gone to escort the Count."

"Isn't it scary to be protected by him?"

Lutz responded to Gerhard's answer with a wry smile. I'm not sure I can keep my cool with a man by my side who says, "I have a weapon of indiscriminate psychological destruction.”

Everyone sat down and waited for the arrival of the Eye of the High King while fidgeting. Gerhard, who is the person concerned, is the most calm.

Of course, there is the fear of doing it well. He was also afraid of what would happen if he failed. However, what occupies his mind now is the excitement that he may be able to create the masterpiece of his lifetime.

The best work of my life, I feel like I say the same thing every time I get a new job these days. No, maybe that's what it's like to be a craftsman.

Always make good things. If we can make something good, we will make it even better. This is how we pursue our craft. What a wonderful life it is to be able to answer, when asked what your masterpiece is, that it is the next piece of work you will create.

……We can't stop, that's right, Borvis.

My friend's craftsmanship was stagnant for a while, in a state of self-preservation. In his final days, he sought new techniques and fell forward. I envy him a little.

Indulged in emotion, he tried to touch the sword that belonged to his friend, but his hand cut through the air.

……That’s right, the sword was entrusted to Marquis Eldenberger.

Patrick, who was watching the movement, looked at me curiously. I had no choice but to raise my hand, which was no longer in a position to do so, and scratch my itchy head.

...... This must be Borvis telling me not to be too nervous. I'm sure he did, I'm sure he must have, let's put it that way.

At any rate, the only thing that was certain was that the tension had been released a little.

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