Chapter 187: 519

 

Kinzelo conference room.

 

The bitter loss of Sota Desert wasn't enough that the leader suddenly coughed up blood again, so the atmosphere was not good in Kinzelo conference room. Only Bubare and Ainas were giggling.

 

"Ha, Ms. Zephyrin. She is using power again..."

 

“I'm sure the leader needs to be conscious enough to control Ms. Zephyrin, but he has lost his energy again. This is happening over and over again. I think we should say something this time, vice-leader.”

 

When Bishkel and Berakt spoke in frustration, Joe nodded.

 

"No, what if she's the Grand Duke of the Demon World. Isn't this a little too much? I heard that leader spat out a handful of blood!"

 

“Shut up Joe, and don’t intervene. Seriously, do I really have to tell you to shut up like this every time to leave that snout alone? Shall I break your jaw so that you won't be able to speak again?"

 

"Well, I'm sure Ms. Zephyrin couldn't have other either. It's definitely Ms. Zephyrin who wishes for the leader’s recovery more than any of us, right? She is in a similar situation to Sir Jin’s guardian dragon, Lord Murakan, so she must be frustrated."

 

"Hmm, that's right. Margiella."

 

It was difficult for Joe to hide his absurd mind whenever this happened. If he had said exactly what Margiella had just said, without making a single mistake, Berakt would have rushed to kill him, and asking why he was making such presumptuous remarks.

 

'Tsk, a narrow-minded, dog-like, dirty, and smelly discriminatory beastmen!'

 

The moment Joe thought so, Margiella turned her head and made eye contact with him.

 

'You can't have such bad thoughts, Lord Joe!'

 

Then she said this lip language, and Joe cleared his throat with his hair standing upright.

 

Dreuk!

 

The door opened and it’s Zephyrin who entered.

 

“Ms. Zephyrin!”

 

Those who were seated stood up in unison and politely greeted her.

 

“Uh, GrandDuke… has arrived… The.... white wolf said... when you comes."

 

Zephyrin waved her hand as if she was annoyed to those who stood up and instructed them to sit down.

 

“Don’t say it, sister! Grand Duke Zephyrin, are you here? Everyone was talking about the grand duke."

 

"Talking about me? What?"

 

"Ah, what were we talking about. Everyone is saying grand duke Zephyrin."

 

"We were talking about how cool you are. It would be burdensome for people like us to visit enemy places alone. You have worked hard to come back, Ms. Zephyrin."

 

Bishkel hurriedly cut off Ainas' words and changed the topic. They found out that Zephyrin is in extremely bad mood. Berakt, who said he was going to say something, only sighed when he saw Zephyrin’s mood and 'face'.

 

‘Damn it, I, a great warrior, is not paying attention. What happened to her chin.....? Could it be that she was hit?'

 

Zephyrin's chin was very swollen.

 

"Euhhaha, by the way, grand duke! Where did you get this hump from? If you pop it, will something come out?"

 

Ainas, on the other hand, seemed to chuckle as she rested her hand on Zephyrin’s swollen chin without even noticing that she had been warned once.

 

Of course, it was created by being hit by the giant or Talaris.

 

"Uh, ah, Ainas... that, that shouldn't be the case. Grand-Duke gets angry, angry... she could get angry."

 

“Hee hee, I've never seen anything this big! sister! Touch it, too.”

 

"Ah… I can't... No... no, you madman! Die, just die! What are you doing to the Grand Duke, die!  Die!"

 

Bubbubuck!

 

Suddenly, Bianca changed and spat out her fists and curses in rapid fire. Ainas ran away, but Bianca soon followed her with club in her hand.

 

Margiella rolled her wheelchair over to Zephyrin.

 

"Hmm, what happened? Ms. Zephyrin."

 

“……… We've decided to have a meeting, Margiella. The date will be notified by Sir Jin, and we can analyze things at the conference room, and we must share any information we find out at that time. With that goddamned Sir Jin Runcandel."

 

"Wow, that's a great harvest!"

 

"Do you really think so?"

 

"Of course, if any of us had gone, we wouldn't have received anything."

 

In the meantime, the Kaligo sisters, who had been circling among the executives, regained some of their senses.

 

"Uh……what have I done? I'm sorry...It must be hurt, Ainas."

 

"Uh, uhm. No. It's okay... Huh? But what kind of smell is this. Grand duke, what did you eat there? The grand duke smells so delicious."

 

This time, Bianca sniffed near Zephyrin as well.

 

After the beating, Zephyrin had meal in Tikan before her return. She couldn't help it because refusing to have a meal in such a situation seemed to be against the dignity of Grand Duke of demon world.

 

'Ha… Why was that cookie annoyingly delicious and crazy, and that strawberry pie...'

 

When Zephyrin took out the Latrie cookies from her bosom, Kaligo sisters immediately took a bite and expressed their joy by jumping around.

 

In other words, it was a mess. Bishkel couldn't help but feel bitter and sad, as if frost had landed on his chest, as if how the hell Kinzelo has come into this shape.

 

“Should I tell you a funny story for the depressed Ms. Zephyrin?”

 

Thurrr, Margiella said, rolling the wheelchair.

 

“What is it?”

 

"Maybe something sad will happen to Sir Jin soon. Ms. Zephyrin."

 

"A sad thing...?"

 

Margiella smiled softly.

 

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"Hmm, you ate a lot. You even swept away the cookies that left for the kids."

 

"Still, I kept the strawberry pie, Jet. I couldn't help eating strawberry pie at the table, but it's not as good as strawberry pie. Am."

 

"Sure, Lord Murakan is the best!"

 

After dinner, the party gathered in groups of two or three to talk or smoke.

 

Talaris had heard of everything that had happened in Sota Desert and was examining the blueprints and machine.

 

"Hmm, there must be mages who specialize in properly interpreting the blueprint. This cipher magic is probably a new type of magic created by Zipfel. The machine... the prophet said this would change the game of war in future? "

 

 "Yes, Madame Talaris."

 

"I'd rather say it maybe true about the cannon of the Black King that called something like mana suction, but I have no idea how such a small thing can be used?"

 

All of Jin's comrades and helpers he has met so far have had the same reaction.

 

“So did I. But as I kept thinking about it, I came up with this idea. I wonder if it has something to do with the cube summoning device used by Zipfel in the Gaifa Islands..."

 

“The last survivor of Hister named Arya Aulhart and Misha must be the key. I’m not sure if it’s possible to decipher the blueprints with record magic, but can’t we definitely find out the maker of the machine?”

 

"I think so too."

 

"And it would be nice if Kinzelo could decipher all of it... Black Dragon Misha, I think she'll be of some help too."

 

"I haven't been able to contact Miss Misha. It's been a year. So I'm a little worried now."

 

The last time Jin met Misha was around this time last year. After visiting Temar's second tomb, he went to ask about the recording device.

 

At that time, Jin received information from Misha that Arya Aulhart was in Mamit, and naturally able to reunite with Valeria.

 

"One year, that's not much of a time for a dragon, so you don't have to worry, son-in-law. Having fought together, I don’t think she is going to get caught. I'd like to have a drink with Misha as a comrade.”

 

“Yes, kid. The master of hidden palace is right. That oblivion will show up on its own when the time is right, so let's just stop caring about it. huh? Ugh, thinking about her face gives me goosebumps. And she is not perfect either. She is good at shady things like breaking codes, but she often fails.”

 

"Uhhh, the handsome gentleman must be afraid of his sister, right?"

 

"Huh, who is scared?”

 

"Ah, so you're the one who's actually worried?"

 

“If you know that devil as much as I do, you will realize how meaningless the act of worrying is. If she hide with all her heart, even the search god couldn’t find her."

 

“Demon’s God’s orb is a combination of the abilities of many gods, so we don't know, right? You need to be a little honest.”

 

"It's noisy. Anyway, I think it would be more helpful to find a genius magic engineer as soon as possible instead of Misha. Improving Black King’s equipment and recognizing that mysterious machine is important.”

 

“We need a magic engineer, and we need to meet Miss Misha. I have a lot to ask."

 

After recalling the need for a magic engineer, Jin was diligently searching through his memories of the previous life. It was to recall which of the real genius magic engineers he knew were not affiliated with Zipfel or the Imperial family until now.

 

'Ramos Phil? Ah, he was already a member of the Imperial Academy when I was a reserve flagbearer. Hopper Newman? no. The Sylar clan..... Was it a clan that only existed until the early 1700s?’

 

Magic engineering was one of the lowest ranked areas of Jin’s interest in magic. As a result, there were not very many people he remembered, and most of them were either dead or already affiliated.

 

“The genius magic engineer, haha….. there were a few like that among my lovers. Do you want me to call them? Son-in-law.”

 

“Your lover? I don't trust it very much, the master of hidden palace. And did those corrupt kids like you?"

 

“I would appreciate it if you would, Madame Talaris. I'm thinking of meeting all the magic engineers who don't belong anywhere yet."

 

“Okay, but there are conditions instead. If you call me mother-in-law, I'll do it."

 

“Sure, mother-in-law. Of course I should call you mother-in-law. How much did my mother-in-law do for me so far?"

 

“Jin, now you too!”

 

Syris sighed and widened her eyes.

 

"Haha, of course! My son-in-law was the only one who reacted appropriately to my jokes today! All of them were just showing serious faces. Ahaha!"

 

Talaris and Jin giggled.

 

'Mother and Jin, is this so funny? But somehow it makes me laugh too. Is it because it is a harmonious and friendly atmosphere?'

 

Syris held back the urge to smile.

 

"Oh, son-in-law. Look at that. Just a little more and she'll laugh. Son-in-law, you know what? She called herself Ice Princess when she was little."

 

“Ice Princess... No, Ice Princess, Lady Syris. How old was it?”

 

"Ha? Are you an ice princess? Our kid is the Black Crown Prince. Have you heard of it? The, Black, Crown, Price, Jin, Runcandel."

 

"Black Crown Prince? It stinks. I think Ice Princess is better than that, Jin."

 

In the end, Syris burst into laughter and those who were giggling, answered. That's good, I think.

 

After a long laugh and chatter, Talaris straightened her hair and stood up.

 

"Ahaha, I laughed a lot thanks to my son-in-law."

 

“Are you going? Madame Talaris."

 

"Yes, I have to go."

 

"I'll prepare to see you off."

 

"My son-in-law has to go with me."

 

"Are you saying hidden palace?"

 

"Yes. To be precise, in the hidden palace training ground."

 

“Why is the hidden palace training ground……”

 

"Your sister, Mary Runcandel, told me that you received the secret book written by Chiron himself. This mother-in-law will directly help you complete the attributes. This is the price for my laughter."

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