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Ice sword.
Of course, it's a sword created with Davian's magic.
It's a weapon that's practically a gift from Glacier.
I'm now skilled enough to create it without Ferrarius's gauntlets.
But in the beginning, I couldn't create the ice sword without the Ferrarius gauntlets that Glacier gave me.
He even taught me how to make it and gave me a ★★★★-rated item that allows me to summon the ice sword at any time.
It's as good as given by Glacier.
The stronger Davian's magic becomes, the stronger the ice sword becomes.
Davian is currently a 7-star mage.
It's a sword that looks like fragile, transparent glass.
But unless a swordsman with 7-star inner strength covers their sword with aura, they cannot face this transparent sword head-on without any protection.
Davian's briefly descending sword suddenly and smoothly changed its course as if rippling.
It passed Derek's forearm, which had reached out to meet the sword.
And struck his shoulder.
Clang!
This time, even Davian couldn't help but be taken aback.
'Not just his arms and legs, but his whole body?'
His whole body is like a stone.
No, since the ice sword doesn't cut him, he's even harder than a stone.
Despite being so tough.
Dealing with his movements feels like facing a fierce beast.
'Is he from a jungle tribe that used to be in eastern Manum Continent?'
I've never fought them directly.
But I've heard stories.
Their whole bodies are as hard as stone.
And their movements are as threatening as all the jungle's beasts combined.
They are said to have a great dedication and fighting spirit towards their home in the jungle, never surrendering to the Empire until the end.
So they were almost annihilated as a tribe.
It was a completely different invasion method from the Marino Empire's usual tactics.
And I heard that the Empire's casualties were enormous.
Clang!
Derek knocked away the ice sword with his fist.
'The speed isn't overwhelming.'
Derek was fast too.
But Davian was also a swordsman who had built up 7-star inner strength.
In terms of movement speed alone, Davian was a step above.
Nevertheless, the reason their battle was continuing was because of Derek's ridiculous senses and instincts.
He was truly a beast himself.
No matter how fiercely I attacked.
No matter how quickly I aimed for vital points.
No matter how I changed the attacks with variations.
He dodges, blocks, and counterattacks with instantaneous judgment.
'He can face Alcantia's 7-star swordsman without any weapon.'
I had no idea how many warriors like this there were in the Marino Empire.
Could the Kingdom of Alcantia really stop the Marino Empire?
'I've seen your skills.'
Crackle, Boom!
Derek was startled and threw himself away.
But the Lightning Bolt inevitably struck Derek's body.
A speed of 1/8th the speed of light.
With human movement alone, it's impossible to avoid this magic.
However...
'His body is so tough that he's enduring even this.'
Derek, who staggered back a few steps, regained his stance and prepared to charge again.
Crackle.
Derek, startled, rolled on the floor.
Right towards that path.
Whoosh!
A Fireball flew.
Boom!
Through the intensely bursting flames.
Derek's body shot forward.
His durability is astonishing.
'Magic doesn't work either?'
Of course.
I can unleash more powerful magic attacks.
But if I did that, eventually a loud sound or reverberation would be transmitted outside.
Then the secret soldiers disguised as servants would likely rush in.
If it's really urgent, I can summon Glacier.
But there's no need to make things unnecessarily big.
'Should I try this method?'
Davian melted the ice sword away.
Swish.
A stream of water once again burst from Davian's hand.
But this time, instead of creating a sharp ice sword.
He created a blunt club.
It could be said to be a terrible weapon compared to a sharp ice sword.
But in situations like this, it can be even more powerful.
He grabbed the club strongly with both hands and swung it greatly.
An ice club filled with 7-star magic.
And the person swinging that club with all his might.
A swordsman with 7-star inner strength and nearly 5-star outer strength.
Whoosh.
The rough sound of the club cutting through the air echoed loudly throughout the secret office.
Thwack!
It struck Derek's torso, who was charging forward.
Bang!
Derek, who was properly hit by Davian's ice club, was knocked straight into the opposite wall.
"This is the best."
Davian's prediction was accurate.
Ice swords and magic don't work.
But the club does.
The very heart of the royal palace.
An unprecedented golden procession continued.
The 1st Royal Guard, all armed with golden armor with a lion emblem on their chests.
Leaving only one company in the King's chambers, they all followed the Royal Guard Commander.
At the very front stood the Royal Guard Commander and Marquis Espin Ellaina.
Right behind them followed Espin's aide, Colin, and Davian's attendant, Mons.
And.
In Espin Ellaina's right hand, the maid Sumnia, who was in charge of the King's medicine, was dangling.
The search for the mole was proceeding quickly.
"Where next?"
"Um..."
"If you play tricks, I'll rip that head straight off your torso."
"Eek."
Sumnia, having imagined the chilling situation, called out the name of the mole who was closest to her.
"Ah! Guard Captain Saikwan...!"
"Guard Captain? Are you saying that even the Royal Palace Guard Captain is in league with the Empire?"
"He's a man who loves money."
Aghast.
Espin clenched his fist tightly.
In the meantime.
The 1st Royal Guard Commander turned around and shouted.
"3rd Squad! Go to the Guard Captain's office immediately and capture that Saikwan!"
"Yes!"
A piece of the long golden procession popped out to the side and headed in the direction of the Guard Captain's office.
The movement of the squad, consisting of eight people, was as unified as one person.
Espin looked at the 1st Royal Guard Commander and nodded.
"You're quite well-trained."
The 1st Royal Guard Commander met Espin's gaze.
"You said 'quite'? To the 1st Royal Guard of the Royal Palace? I wonder how well-trained the Marquis's army is."
"If you're curious, try fighting us once."
"Are you challenging the Royal Guard of His Majesty the King now?"
"If it were His Majesty the King's Royal Guard, I wouldn't even bother challenging you."
"What?"
"You're being swayed by a guy called the Military Administrator or something."
"Watch your mouth! I'm being respectful because he's a superior in the organization."
"It looks like you're being swayed to me? Superior in the organization? Since when was there a superior above the 1st Royal Guard, who only take orders from the King?"
The Royal Guard Commander turned his head sharply to face forward.
"Despite abandoning the Royal Family and the Royal Guard to go to a quiet port city."
"What?"
"Isn't that the truth. You ran away from this place, which is complicated, full of things to worry about, and likely to fall off a cliff."
"Shut your mouth."
"...Yet you suddenly brought tens of thousands of troops and are telling us not to ignore those who have endured here for a long time. Without knowing anything. What kind of time we have lived through."
Espin, who was about to hit him right away, slowly lowered his fist.
"That doesn't erase your fault in making the Royal Family like this."
"Your crime of treason, bringing troops to surround the Royal Palace, hasn't disappeared yet either."
"Ha... What is this? Were you chosen as the Royal Guard Commander based on your eloquence?"
"To become the Royal Guard Commander, you have to go through many interviews. You wouldn't know, having left after only being a Company Commander."
"You son of a bitch until the end!"
At that time.
The Royal Guards were dragging Guard Captain Saikwan, who had been bound, along.
"Take him outside the castle gate."
"Yes!"
Following the Royal Guard Commander's order, the bound Saikwan was dragged away.
"Wait! Let me go! Royal Guard Commander! It's not me!"
"The results will come out if you get interrogated."
"Royal Guard Commander! Don't you know me well! It's not me! Where are you taking me now!"
"You'll know when you get there."
Outside the castle gate.
The Marquis Espin Ellaina's army camp.
Amidst the thorough surveillance of the Marquis's army and the 2nd Royal Guard.
People pointed out as spies and moles were being dragged in one after another.
"Go over there!"
Familiar faces appeared in the eyes of Guard Captain Saikwan, who had just been dragged in.
'Damn it!'
Looking at the faces of those who had been dragged in earlier.
It seems that the maid isn't just calling out any name.
There were quite a few people who made him think, 'That person?'
But most of them were people with whom he usually had close ties.
'It will be hard to get out of this... Now, all I can trust are the three Administrators.'
Under the authority of King Alonso, this operation of searching out traitors was proceeding very quickly.
Currently, all four gates, east, west, south, and north, are blocked by the Marquis's army.
Until the search operation is over, no one can leave the Royal Palace.
Because it is impossible to know who is a spy and who is a mole inside the Royal Palace, all those who are searched out were scheduled to be interrogated at Espin's camp outside the Royal Palace.
For fairness, the 2nd Royal Guard also participated in the process.
Marquis Espin and the 1st Royal Guard searched out the moles and spies.
The Marquis's army and the 2nd Royal Guard interrogate them to reveal the truth.
This was the entire operation.
The 3rd, 4th, and 5th Royal Guards, who were outside the Royal Palace, set up separate camps outside the Marquis's army camp in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.
Citizens are still evacuating outside the capital.
In the thousand-year history of the Kingdom of Alcantia.
It is the noisiest day around the Royal Palace.
A tense sense of tension is covering the entire Royal Palace and capital.
No one could predict what results this tension would bring after today.
"Excuse me."
"What's going on...? Huh?"
A soldier guarding the Marquis's army camp looked at the girl who tapped his back.
A girl wearing a school uniform with long blonde hair and doll-like looks stood out.
"Which way is the house of the Publica Solus Administrative Administrator?"
"Haven't you heard the evacuation order? Hurry up and get out of the capital. This is a place where war could break out at any time."
Behind the blonde girl, who boasts an otherworldly beauty, a group of friends wearing the same school uniform were standing.
"We know, so please tell us which way is the house of the Administrative Administrator."
Instead of the soldier who was briefly spaced out by Latia's beauty, the soldier next to him answered.
"It's that way. But why?"
"Oh, a friend contacted me. Well, thank you."
Led by the blonde girl, the seven students walked towards the direction the soldier pointed.
"What are those kids doing?"
"I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the uniform of Kanzar Academy here."
"Anyway, the female student who spoke first was really pretty..."
Liber mumbled while looking at Davian's magic scroll.
"It's amazing... Davian Naone. How did you come up with the idea to make something like this? When I actually figure out the principle, it's not that difficult. Why hasn't anyone developed something like this before?"
Bellum asked.
"Liber, what have you been mumbling about since the academy earlier?"
Liber held out Davian's magic scroll in front of Bellum.
"Isn't it really amazing? Inventor King Davian Naone. A magic tool that writes letters over there and imprints them on this scroll, regardless of distance."
"What did you say the name of that magic tool was?"
"'Message Naone Scroll', named after Davian Naone's surname."
"And the last 'Sound Works Well Recorder' too. Why are the names all like that?"
"What does the name matter. Look at this. It's important that the message Davian is sending to us is appearing on this scroll in real-time."
Bellum looked at the magic scroll Liber was holding again.
"It's amazing."
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Come to the city of Kanzar in the capital and blockade the front gate of Publica Solus Administrative Administrator's mansion. So that no one can come in or out.
P.S. 1. A very important matter that depends on the fate of the kingdom.
P.S. 2. It won't be easy.
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