Becoming a magician in another world

"It's not about winning or not winning, but is it inevitable that Sam and Albert will fight?"

Delight spoke obnoxiously to Fran, who knew that he didn't want Sam to fight.

“If the country didn’t recognize duels, the story might have spread. But guys like Albert are guys who like to show off their strength. Even if the opponent is a kid like Sam, that won’t change. Rather, you’d be happy if you could bully a kid in an open and aboveboard manner.”

"...that kind"

"If the nobles who support him want to use the duel to advertise their status and Albert's power, then the duel is impossible."

"The battle is inevitable...is it?"

The father nodded in response to his daughter's question.

"If that guy went back without doing anything to Sam and you, that would be it. It would be better to say that he was fighting with Wuer's disciples. I don't think the nobles who are hostile to the Earl Walker family and the Duke Ignaz family will let this go."

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fran. But, it doesn’t matter. Because I want to duel with Albert myself.”

"--Sam. Yes, yes. If you feel that way, I won't worry too much. But, be careful. Because the opponent is the one who defeated my father and is the strongest in the kingdom."

"of course."

Although he was grateful for Fran's concern, the duel with Albert was what Sam wanted.

There is no way to miss the shortcut to the strongest in the kingdom.

I'm just a little curious about what DeWright said.

"By the way, am I in that faction? I don't know what the Aristocratic Faction is around here."

"…Didn't Lord Walker explain anything to me?"

"Yes, ah, but the Viscount I duelled with earlier seems to be from an enemy faction."

"I can't help it. Although I didn't teach you this, it doesn't matter. Listen carefully. This country is roughly divided into three factions."

"Wow"

"The royal family, the royal faction that wants to develop the country with the king as the center. The noble faction believes that the country can only function with the nobles. Although the scale is not as large as the two, it is the knight faction. You know so much, right? What kind of country are you from?"

"Yes, the Barony of Rheinbach."

"...Where?"

Unfortunately, the Baron Rheinbach family not only had no territory, but even their family name was not recognized.

(By the way, how are Daphne and the others doing? I haven't sent a letter for a long time, I'm really worried about you.)

"Which faction does Mr. Delight belong to?"

"I have no affinity with that kind of thing anymore. But, I used to be a royal family."

"Ah, so you know the husband."

"That's right. Ur, too, started out as the daughter of Earl Walker's family who was taken care of. I didn't expect that she would become such a great magician when she was introduced."

"So that's how it is, having that kind of encounter with Ur."

"Many of the palace magicians have backers. Especially for people like me who are made up of commoners. The ones who have my back are Count Walker and Duke Ignaz's family."

"...Is that the perverted family too?"

Sam thought of someone and sighed.

"Ah, and that pervert's house too."

Then, Delight also let out a huge sigh.

In Sam's mind, and perhaps in Dwight's mind as well, the face of Günter Ignaz appeared.

On the contrary, I was curious about what Günter, who did not need to be named with the word "pervert", had done before.

"It seems you also know that perverted pervert."

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough."

"Gunter's little guy has never been a disciple, but he comes in and out of my house. If he wants to learn magic, he is still a busy guy. He peeked into Wuer's bathhouse and changed clothes, and was beaten by Wuer for borrowing a used towel. I didn't expect that he would become a palace magician. Moreover, he is the next head of the Duke's family. Isn't it bad?"

“That’s terrible.”

Gunter has been Gunter since ancient times.

Although Delight, who was reminiscing about the past, was saying bad things, he narrowed his eyes with longing.

"Well, that's irrelevant. Anyway, this duel commotion has determined your fate. But, well, what if, what?"

"is it?"

For some reason his teeth weren't brittle, Drite turned his eyes away from Sam and said while coughing.

“If you really want to fight Albert’s bastard, then, then, then, then, if you take care of it a little, I will take care of you.”

"Mr. Delight! Is that okay?"

"......Father"

Not to mention Sam, Fran also opened their eyes wide and were shocked.

Thinking about Delight, whom I just met, I didn’t expect him to say such things.

“Hey, don’t expect to be drunk. I just don’t want to see Wuer’s disciples killed by a guy like that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not worried about you! I’m not worried! Hey, go back quickly! Fran, see him off!”

"Oh, yes."

Anyway, I found that Drite was also worried about himself.

Perhaps out of shyness, Sam lowered his head deeply and faced Delight who turned and left.

(Mr. Drait is very arrogant)

Smiling bitterly inwardly, chewing on the joy of being taken care of by Master Ur, Sam lowered his head again and left the room.