Yo, I’m Serge. Right now I’m standing in line in front of Magic City Jemidan waiting to get in.
I know that Cordova’s upheaval came to an end.
And am fully aware that I am not strong enough.
Well, there are people I can compare against like Nee-chan or Carla-san, but like, if I had to say, they’re Super Saiyans.
Where do I fit? Well, it’d be great if I were Krillin, but I think I’m around Yamcha’s level at best.
The most common response was that the best way to go for a mage was to enroll in the magic academy.
Then, when I talked to Carla-sama about the magic academy, she gladly wrote me a letter of introduction.
After saying that, she smiled and rephrased herself.
Ah~, the smile of a goddess! Nothing less from a former saint. Even me, someone who’s used to it, felt like I was dancing in the clouds.
With stuff like that having happened, I took stagecoaches and caravan carriages all the way here.
“Haaaah? Try saying that again, boy.”
“I said; a wall this high wouldn’t be able to endure the demon tribe’s invasion.”
I just wondered if it’d be alright with the wall being only that strong out loud.
Then he said it’d be fine since they could secure the wall with magic when push comes to shove.
Couldn’t they save mana by just building it better beforehand?
When I asked why that’d be the case, thinking that there might be some kind of unexpectedly awesome magic device, he said that they could attack countless monsters by having all of the magic city’s mages use magic.
Don’t just go with feeling that you’ll make it through somehow!
Yep, I can’t respond. I mean, I don’t have anything to use as a response. Isn’t this just a difference of ideals?
I was interested in the town’s defenses since I’m planning on living here for a while, so I asked about them in detail.
There was an extreme belief among people here that since Azelford-sama was in Sacred Mountain Cyrus, everything would be okay.
Another thing is that Demon King-sama. He’s stronger than Azelford-sama. Well, that’s off the record so I won’t say anything about that.
With me talking about things like that, the mage-like people around me started looking angry.
Ah, I’m going to the house of someone who I’ll be receiving the help of from here on, so I dressed up. The formal wear of a Manesh baron.
I was originally a farmer and was from a middle-class in my previous life. There’s no way I’d make a fuss over something like my social position.
However, they didn’t seem to think so. It’s already turned into a storm of abuses. I feel like I’m a child, but I’m not going to get caught in the moment here.
I feel like I grew up a lot in that war. Getting intimidated by people without any strength to support it isn’t scary at all.
Even I could take them on barehanded by using body strengthening magic.
Even so, I endured it all while thinking about Carla-san’s smile.
That would probably make her happy, after all.
Well, just as I was starting to feel a bit troubled over how I should calm down the situation, a carriage showed up.
Leaving no room for complaints, it was a voice amplified by magic. And so, everyone quieted down.
At any rate, the wagon’s window opened up and the person inside showed their face.
It was a bespectacled girl.
Even so, she was purposely wearing glasses, so I tried using Identify on her.
She had black hair and was about the same age as me. Well, I guess you could call her a beauty, but hey, all I can see is just her face.
Her face doesn’t look like one from the northwest part of the continent does it? If pushed, I’d even say it’s somewhat Japanese-ish.
The girl asked me, so I told her about the lack of this city’s defenses in a well-ordered manner.
“I see, that is reasonable. I will tell Otou-sama.”
Saying that, the carriage with the Ojou-sama in it headed towards the gate, disregarding all of the people lined up before it.
I heard about it later, but apparently, nobles have that kind of privilege. It would’ve been great if I used it, too.
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Magic City Jemidan was an arbitrarily lengthy city. The buildings that looked like tall, respectably built buildings, were called towers.
When I asked to have my letter conveyed at the front gate, they made strange faces. Well, noble children arriving alone probably doesn’t tend to happen.
“Danna-sama is out on business currently, but Ojou-sama is fortunately here to welcome you.”
A few minutes of waiting in the reception room later, a knock sounded at the door.
It looked like she was also surprised but she regained her composed expression immediately. Kuudere, that’s kuudere! She’s not dere yet though. [1]
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Sagittarius Crystal Crowley.”
Well, that’s because I had to once again make a new name when I was made a baron.
“Yes. I am a baron of the Ogress Kingdom.”
Miss Christina spoke in response. It is currently the most famous country after all.
Ah, I’d heard a bit about it, but it might be a good idea to hear more.
First off, nobles do not have the majority of their privileges inside Jemidan.
“Well, I’m originally a farmer, so it’s alright with me.”
“Did your father provide some distinguished service in the war?”
“No, I became Her Majesty’s companion in her travels by chance, serving in the war’s supply division and earning an evaluation through that.”
Yeah, it’s surprising. Very surprising.
“In a single generation… and so young… Through magic? No, it was through the supply division, so it was likely from excellent skill?”
Well, even if I said something like that… I just dodged the question with a fitting smile.
Earl Marken was the same as his daughter, having oriental facial features. I didn’t know until now, but there appears to be a lot of city-states in the east with people that look like that.
Well, that person doesn’t give off too good of a feeling.
“Miss Christina’s appearance is unusual in this area, but at the city-states to the east, she is a considerable beauty.”
Even though I went so far to praise Miss Christina, she didn’t show much of a reaction. Her butler said that she was embarrassed, though.
Well, she’s at a difficult age, yeah?
Footnotes: Kuudere is the ‘-dere’ type that doesn’t show their expressions much.