Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

Mizuminos left Japan, about thirteen hours later.

The plane of the Mizumins arrived at Frankfurt International Airport without a thing.

It was, of course, three different worlds who arrived safely in Germany and stroked their breasts down. Strongly delighted to have feet on the ground, without losing the fluffy sensation after boarding the plane, which had already bitten hard and hard.

Together, Shuiming and the others took some taxis from the airport to get to the headquarters of the Order.

I'm in front of a huge ancient castle that I don't know who built it, passing through a hidden underground tunnel with guidance from him and Heidemarie and now somewhere in the Hultz Mountains.

The area was always in the fog. Forest with milky mist. I inadvertently stepped in, but at the end of the day, it's filled with that atmosphere that would instantly wreck me.

Forests and mountains are huge boundaries in themselves. It is abundant in offensiveness and delusion, and ordinary people are places where even magicians can never enter without being invited.

Five now, standing on paved cobblestones. Each one drags the suitcase in one hand, whilst the traveler.

Now looking up is the dropping lattice of the castle gate. It was reflecting a black gloss, as if to pass through whoever it was.

Fermenia, who sees it, roars thoughtfully.

"Buildings in this country are similar to those in our world."

"There is the architectural style of the empire and what passes. Strange, sir."

"Right. Well, evolution converges with human beings, so does aesthetics."

"Is that what this is about?

"That's what it is."

Respond appropriately to the High Demary you've been listening back to and walk out to get inside, as usual. But I realized there were few footsteps to follow, and I looked back.

Three different worlds, why are they butting in?

"What's up?

"What's up? It's not..."

"Lord Swimey! Are you sure you want to get in here?!?

"There's an amazing technique, so overlapping,"

"Yeah, but it's okay. Because if you just follow the steps, it won't be weird."

Mizumi responds that way, raising one hand and flickering the palm of her hand.

The junction of the forest is set up so that we don't know, but the junction of the castle is set up so that we know. Whether it's to intimidate the person who stood before you.

Circumferential. Open. Heterogeneous. It is built in combination so that everything does not overlap and does not allow the invasion of the werewolf. Probably the most secure building on this earth is here.

And even if we could break through this, there's nothing to be afraid of, because the greatest monster here comes out on its own next.

"- Access"

(- Open)

Hydemary uses magic to lift the dropping lattice. The black iron lattice gradually lifted up, making a sound like dragging something heavy, and eventually the entrance was fully opened.

Shuiming sees it and looks back at it in a curly fashion. He glanced at the hem of the black suit and gratefully thanked him as if he were a butler.

"Welcome to the castle of our allied lord Nesteheim the Sorcerer. As one of the sorcerers belonging to the Order, I welcome everyone"

The three of them are pompous because Shuiming created a different atmosphere than usual.

So Shuiming tongued out like a prank, soothing the atmosphere.

Take the lead on Shuiming and walk to the huge main building.

Similar to the dropping lattice, when magic is used to open the main building gate, a calm atmosphere lobby appears. Red carpet in chandelier, both stairs. Totally like the front entrance to the castle. It seems to be well maintained and completely unimaginable from its old appearance.

In the front lobby of the Order there was a glimpse of the other sorcerers belonging to the Order.

When they find the figure of Mizumino, they show a bare gesture that surprises them for a moment. It's the first time I've climbed the castle since he disappeared. I can't help but be surprised.

But they also quickly stiffened themselves with slight tension.

And I won't forget to say a word lightly to Shuiming. In response, it doesn't matter if you're older or younger. Young and elderly alike, they do what is necessary courtesy to Shuiming.

On the other hand, Mizumi does not forget to return greetings to those who give thanks. Speak to those who are close to you, and do the same to the elderly.

Behind it, hissing, my friends.

(Lord Marie. Is Lord Swimey, uh, pretty great here?

(... right? Well, Mizumi, in your case, it's a pretty special category)

(Um, Hi Demarie. Could we have had a hell of a human being in a teacher?

(Of course. How dare you be so human that I'm a genius as to make you an apprentice.)

Are you complimenting or proud? Heidemarie wants to engage herself.

Eventually, Shuiming realizes that her back is hissing.

"What's up?

"Nothing."

Heidemarie says so, but Fermenia just returns a subtle smile. Refill looks a little boastful, and Liliana has the impression that she's a little distracted by the unfamiliar atmosphere.

"... not many people wear robes or have canes"

"Yeah, we're all uniform in suits, and modern magic is formally not about canes."

Then I say it like Fermenia remembered something.

"Speaking of outfits, surely Lord Swimey went to register with regular clothes when he joined the guild, right?

"Ugh!? Why did you do that?

"Oh, that's the story. He was bored."

"What? What?

"I'm talking about Suimei-kun."

"Mizumi, your inadvertent activation."

"Stop it, stop it! Don't talk about it!

As he walked toward the reception as he tried to make the embarrassing story stop, Shuiming noticed that there were people he knew.

He calls out from the other side before Mizumi advances and says hello.

"- Whoa. Are you alive?"

Sir Osfield, we're out of time.

Raising one hand at ease was a beautiful sturdy one for Europeans and Americans.

English.Short blonde asymmetrized left and right, tough guy. I was in my late twenties, young and muscular. Amber's (amber) eyes, which look golden with the addition and subtraction of light, are brilliant and strongly tabulate the man's wild taste. The outfit is also tighter from a sleeveless remodeled white suit and black white shirt, and its mufflers dripping down from the shoulders, saying the young head of the mafia (underboss) than the magician.

Alfred Osfield. He is currently the predecessor of Shuiming, who acts as a surrogate. He was nicknamed the Undefeated King (Beatrex) and was an organized militant who sank many mysterious criminals to the ground. If you look only at combat abilities, you are a user enough to contend for one or two in a young man.

"Mizumi, what kind of trouble have you gotten into this time? Wiegel's guy disappeared, too, huh?

Yeah, I was kind of backing out of this world.

"From this world? Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

"I'm sorry about that, but please report it to the Lord Alliance first."

"What. Haven't I told you yet? Then I can't ask."

That's what Alfred says, pounding Shuiming's head.

His back length is more than 190, and 170 is more than 15 cm tall, even on the back of one of the watermings.

Shuiming shrugged her shoulders at the shock from above, Alfred gave Ni a nice, airy grin.

At the end of the usual exchange, Alfred shifts the subject to the Fermenians.

Now it's a courtesy meeting to take the hat. That is exactly what it is, nothing more than an English gentleman.

"Welcome to our castle, beautiful ladies. We welcome you."

The way you thank me, you're kidding. Be a painting. I was in the hall so much that I could see the blurred tea eyes that Shuiming showed me earlier.

These places are on a level that you can't fathom at all in Shuiming.

Heidemarie asks when the Fermenians thank him each.

"Sir Osfield, what about me?

"You don't mind the princess, do you?

"Terrible"

With her complaint on her back, Alfred raised one hand and left for the darkness of the castle.

After dropping off his back, Refile comes closer.

"Is he your brother or something?"

"Well, I guess so. When it's time to execute."

"Sure, it looks strong"

"I don't think you can beat that guy, Leffi."

"Really? Refill doesn't work well with magic, so I think Refill has a minute when it comes to melee."

"No... that guy is strong without magic.... with bees"

That's what Mizuming says, he poses to fight with his fist.

Alfred's best at boxing. Is it all over the extreme, or even the heaviest opponent is monstrous enough to defeat it in one blow. If that man punches into the boxing world now, he'll probably be able to launch a number of legends. So strong. Too strong a militant to take up witchcraft.

Shuiming gently raises her hand toward the reception. Then the receptionist woman lowered her head tremendously.

"Master Shuiming. We're out of time. Thank you for your safety."

"Mr. Bertolia. I've brought some guests, so please proceed."

"So will you let me through to the reception room?

"Uh, no, it won't take that long, so I'll be fine on that couch over there"

"Yes, I did. And I have a delivery for the Master from the Thousand Nightclub."

"............... again"

"Surely you were also sent to the branch the other day. It's usually unusual as a thousand night club that stays thrown... but what the hell is the wind blowing"

"I know about it. Well, adjust the timing here. - Whoa! Hey, you're doing it in Germany!

Shuiming looks at the material coming out of the envelope and screams on the spot without trying. It was a total surprise that things were about to happen on the knees of a large number of sorcery societies, in Germany.

"I thought the material to identify would come one of these days... you thousand nightclub jizzy people, you dare not write before..."

When Shuiming speaks to herself, a highly perceived high demarcation,

"About the example? Is there anything massive ritual related to the location being identified to some extent?

"Well... that's the place"

"Hey, haven't you told me yet?

"Patience me a little longer. Huh?"

While returning such vague words, I now turn to the map and photographs that have accompanied me. The location is central Germany, pictured with forests and abandoned villages.

"... Bye, Mr. Bertolia. Excuse me, thank you."

"Yes."

After hearing from Bertolia, Shuiming sends the Fermenians to a place with a couch.

"Then I'm coming. I'm sorry, but wait till we're done talking. It won't be long."

"You can take it easy. Because I'm here. Whatever it is, it's okay to talk to someone else, right?

When Heidemarie turns her gaze to the magicians who can see in the lobby, Refile raises the question.

"I don't think outsiders are welcome in these places."

"Really? On the contrary, I think we'd all like to hear it, wouldn't we?

"Come on, you can tease me, but you're not going to say anything to the Alliance Lord before he asks you, are you?

"Is that what you're telling the three of us?

"I'm telling you."

"What? You think he's that light mouthed about me?

"You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you? Genius. Genius."

"M......"

Heidemarie, after staring at Shuiming, purposefully snorted and turned to the day after.

"Hmm!"

"... what, again? What the hell's going on here?

"Nothing! Nothing!

Shuiming exhales as troubled by the sudden roughing of her voice, Hydemary. Such hateful exchanges are everyday tea meals with her. I get set up from the other side to give back the scratch, and I get my tea in and get my sarcasm back. I wouldn't call it a good quality thing as a communication - it's called when you're on a plane, what the hell's going on lately?

Liliana turns her gaze when she wonders if she is in a good mood soon.

"Awesome. I'm talking about telling you what's going on, but it's okay, is it?

"That's right. That magic formation is the gateway to the other world, so to speak. Speaking to others is still..."

Are you anxious? However, there are no anxiety or other shards in Shuiming.

"No problem. He doesn't want the basics to be unhappy. I'm not freaking out from what I said. He dreamed of the happiness of every human being in the world and set up this sorcery called the Order."

"All happiness?

To Refill's retrospect, Shuiming nods, saying "Yes," he looks up to the ceiling of the lobby and speaks in a cursory tone.

- The one who calls for tears. Remember that. In this world, there is no rain of sorrow that cannot be paid for.

- It's what carries suffering. Remember that. In this world, there is no flame of irremovable pain.

That's the word someone uttered one day. That's what Mizumi said and that Lishabalm said. There is never any despair in this world. It is a word that pokes maliciously at the fact that there is hope of tomorrow for everyone living in this world.

"This is it. Our philosophy."

"I mean, this is how we can stay here, too"

"Right. If it weren't for him..."

There is no Waterming now, or that father whom Waterming admired. Then I wouldn't have been able to help them right now.