Chapter 609: 609 Magic General Council, Part 8 - Election Day Morning

A rushed night dawned. If Yang comes to heaven, the election for chairman begins. When the sun begins to shine, many of those who worked in each faction also go to rest to take a nap. Those who are there and too fatigued are also temporarily housed in empty rooms within the faction to be accommodated or treated.

And within the Magic Church, the tranquility had returned only for a few moments. It's a strange story to be quiet at sunny times, but the magician is still quieter at dawn because there are many more nocturnal people.

In it, Tetrastine, resting enough, was rarely meditating on the roof of the church. He had his upper body naked and waxed at the bottom in a loose culot. The upper body is exhilarating and the sweat is hot and coming out. The time is before summer. At a time when it can no longer be said to be chilly, this hot air could have been described as abnormal.

I haven't even refrained from Lissy beside me. There was a sneaking shadow on the roof.

"Ingville."

"Have you noticed"

The shadows come out in a place where the light shines. Its shadow is Ingville. He was like a dark magician, dressed in a pitch-black robe and hood. It is very rare for him to dress like this. Ingville follows the faction's costume only when he does his best to compete and because of the decisions in him.

Ingville begins to converge magic in both hands. Tetrastine asks with her back to Ingville.

"What are you going to do?"

"What I found out. You're going to do the rest of that time, here and now!

Tetrastine stood up when he exhaled furiously into Ingville, where he began to exasperate killing. I don't see any upset or exhilaration in that look.

That unnecessarily touched Ingville's survey. As before, Ingville felt he was not being dealt with.

"Not again! You want me to roll in smoke again?

"I don't mean that, not before, not now. I just want you to be right about what's going on."

"Tell me what!

"Easy, Ingville. You're smart, but you tend to be annoyed by inferiority. Everyone knows how good you are, even if you don't challenge me. Neither do I. There won't be any magicians in this church who can actually fight and beat you. How many mentors are there as well?

But that's not enough, is it, you? Filling what is missing does not require challenging me. Defeating me will not prove your power. It's about slowly identifying what you need. Who should really fight for themselves, where are they? "

"People have something called opponents, times, and places to fight. Perhaps for many it is only once in their lives that all of that overlaps. I'm not the one you're fighting. Well, it wouldn't have been Aldrius either."

Ingville gained his magic by listening to Tetrastine. Because Tetrastine clearly understood that he was unwilling to fight here.

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Tetrastine pounded her shoulder as she passed to Ingville, who looked down but stared at Tetrastine.

"Wait till you see the results of today's election. If you were still willing to fight me, I would have taken it again then. But if you're gonna fight, make sure you don't have any memories. You're not ready to take me down in line, are you?

"... I know,"

"What do you think? I don't think there's anyone in the world who knows what it really means to defeat me. I'd rather hear it. Whether anyone can defeat me and Lissie. That's what I expect from black magicians."

To Tetrastine's profound words, Ingville thought it was another mystery of the chairman's bad nature, but for a moment I felt Tetrastine's expression clouded. Ingville didn't know what the hell that look like.

By the time the sun had taken place in heaven, there had been noise within the Church of Nature and Magic. Who comes out of the room and speaks in. Or those who gather in a room and argue with their foreheads together. Never out loud, but the conversation spread among people as if it were a wave, just grunting.

The main building of the Magic Church is circular, with lecture rooms and classrooms spread in spirals. There in the main building. While they were discussing, they were focused on the elections taking place in a conference room near the top floor. Some of them used magic to try to sneak a peek, but it was just impossible in front of the security of the faction's chiefs and their equivalents. the junction stretched around the conference room is not so docile that it can be broken with a normal magician

And in that conference room, there was just about to be an election bill. It is just grand to be the head of each faction, and there is no sign of upset, even though it is just before the invoice is issued.

There have been no major feuds or incidents in the last few years, which will also affect the fact that only two faction heads have been replaced. It's a face we've all already seen, and the force map hasn't changed dramatically. There is only one, so much so that the magic faction has grown.

The attention of the entire Magic Church is drawn to how much the rise of Yarensen will affect this election. And looking at the way this vote moved, it was clear that Yarensen apparently had a good chance of advantages.

That also affects the fact that the Esmeralda summoner faction is showing independent movement this time, even though it has moved to assist the chairman until now. With the summoner faction taking off the influence of Tetrastine, the faction, which until now had been more neutral, had also begun to move with their own clear will.

Esmeralda wanted to set up moxibustion in Tetrastine. If anyone doesn't like it, I wanted to punish him and change the way Tetrastine makes Church power private without any kind of agreement. Otherwise, because I thought people would leave Tetrastine.

I know because it's Esmeralda. He said his master was a tough man, but never a tyrannical one. Instead, they had enough weight to accept against those who bow themselves, and when the tetrastine cut people off, they realized there was a good reason. However, Tetrastine would not consult anyone but Lissy, so even Esmeralda rarely knew what the teacher meant.

Eighteen faction representatives, with their own thoughts, put their own votes in a box held by Winston. Both the paper and the box are quite finely crafted, and the paper is a mechanism that makes noise when it is opened once folded. was to prevent them from seeing the contents.

The box is also one of the relics (artifacts) and is strictly stored in the treasure trove of the Magic Church. This box had the nature of not accepting anything magical in itself, which in any case indicated that squid sama was impossible.

And all the candidates were assigned symbols because when they entered their names directly at the time of the vote, they could see who filled them in in the handwriting. I for Tetrastine, II for Esmeralda, III for Yarensen, IV for Marigold, and V for Fumirne. The idea was that handwriting and the like would have little to do with this because it could be written in simple lines.

They wrote these symbols on paper, folded them into four folds, sealed them, and then put them in the ballot box. At the end of all the votes, Winston sees Tetrastine with his eyes. It's a signal as to whether or not to invoice.

Tetrastine raised her hand all the way up and asked Winston to speak before moving on to the invoice.

Continued

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