Thinking about it, Chession strolled slowly around the outside of the mansion. His footsteps without a destination reached the vacant lot behind the mansion.
"If Iberia said it, it must be true. There are no witches in the world."
But why does Mori's face keep coming to mind? Is it simply because Mori is a beautiful woman? Did this Chession Ethel really fall in love with Mori?
"Hah! Oh!"
It sounds amazing. Not giving his heart to the woman he saved was a rule unique to Chession. This was because there was a high possibility of a political drama. In the case of Isolene and Mori, it was fortunate that they got along well. In the past, there was a fight between dark-haired women who didn't even give their hearts.
However, as he wandered around randomly, he came to an unmaintained grass. Chession turned around, thinking of going back.
At that moment! He heard a mouse crying. When he turned around, he saw a black kitten biting a mouse.
"And a cat? Its eyes are red."
The size of the cat was very small. Slightly larger than a rat. Perhaps because it was a cub, it was inexperienced in hunting, and the cat soon missed its prey.
Gremory, who had turned into a cat, was annoyed. If Chession hadn't appeared out of nowhere, she would have succeeded in hunting, but she lost sight of the mouse in her panic.
Meanwhile, Chession grinned and lowered his stance. Gremory pulled her fur up and backed away.
'Why? What? Bother... Ugh.'
"I'll give you food. Let's go to my house."
Chession nimblely snatched the cat by the back of the neck and smiled benevolently. After that, he held the cat in his arms and stroked it.
Gremory wondered what this was. How dare you play with a witch in your arms on a human subject? But sleep... Sleep comes... Why do you stroke me so well...
"Huh? You're asleep."
Chesion took the sleeping cat to his office. When it woke up, he thought he should give it meat or milk.
He carefully placed the cat down on the sofa, then took off his jacket and placed it on top.
Then he sat down at his desk and focused on his work. At that time, he was stretching after half-processing the accumulated documents.
He saw it. Gremory was sleeping on her back, where the cat was.
"...!"
Chession involuntarily closed his mouth and swallowed his scream. There was definitely a cat there, and no one had ever been in or out of the office. But how could a woman with black hair lie in the place where the black cat was?
At that moment, one of the vassals knocked on the door of the office. Gremory, sensing his presence, wriggled into Chession's robe.
Chession rushed out of the office as soon as she woke up. One of the vassals, Viscount Demora, was puzzled when he saw the contemplative face of the Grand Duke.
"Why are you running out of nowhere? Is there anything inside?"
"Hey, Viscount Demora. Did you mention that your wife is from the northern snowfields? It's also the closest to the northernmost point."
"Yes."
"Are there humans living there who have the talent to turn into cats?"
"Yes? Ha ha! I don't know what you're saying that, but it's not without possibilities. According to my wife, there is a tower of wizards in the northernmost part. It is said that wizards who use all kinds of unusual magic live there in seclusion. In such a place, there must be a human or two living that can turn into a cat."
"...I see."
After all, Mori was a wizard in the northern snowfields. Mori is a "combatant" in the northern snowfields, but is there a law that says that a combatant is not necessarily a mage? If she is a combatant and a mage, Mori's deeds so far make sense.
While agonizing hard.
"By the way, can you give me permission for this?"
Viscount Demora held out the documents. Chession accepted them without hesitation.
"Great. I will review it as soon as possible and approve it."
"Thank you."
After Viscount Demora left, Chession took a deep breath at the door.
"Hoo."
He opened the door of his office and was frightened. When Gremory woke up, she was rubbing her eyes like a cat.
"Mo, Mori?"
"Why?"
"Were you a cat?"
"I transformed for a while, but you caught me."
"...!"
"Give me meat, I'm hungry."
Gremory rolled up Chession's coat and lay down on the couch. Momentarily embarrassed, Chession laughed faintly. It was because he knew Mori's habit of wearing things she liked. He thinks she liked the jacket because it was soft and cozy like a blanket.
Yes, as long as you're cozy, that's fine.
It's strange why he let go of all his worries when he looks at her.
***
A vassal meeting was held. It was because of a prophecy that Ibelia had given him.
"No, why did the Princess tell you about such an important event only a week ago? Even if she let us know seven months in advance, it won't be enough."
"But why did she come to tell us? Let's evacuate civilians living near the volcano first."
"But isn't there a lot of farmland near the volcano? If farmland and food warehouses are damaged, the damage is expected to be severe this winter, so what should we do about it first?"
"Besides, how did you deal with the wyrm? The only person who can deal with the wyrm is His Highness."
Isolene and Gremory also attended the meeting.
Isolene glanced at Gremory. She says she's here because she's in the air defense situation, but she's been here for less than a month, so why is she here?
"Hey, Mori. What are you doing sitting there in a daze?"
"Chaos and fear."
"...Huh?"
Isolene estimated Mori's age. She knows Mori is over adulthood, but maybe she's here because she couldn't get puberty on time. After all, she was being witch-hunted?
The meeting lasted for two hours. Gremory, who was getting annoyed, raised her hand to end this unanswered meeting.
"I have something to say."
Chession quieted is surroundings and gave her a say.
"I know how to catch wyrms easily. The wyrm moves with the heat of the volcano, and if you remove all the heat, the wyrm will just become a giant lizard."
"So, how do you get rid of the heat?"
"You can use a magic circle that absorbs heat."
The vassals began to murmur. Is that possible? He even said that there are no wizards in the air attack other than the Grand Duke.
A magic circle. Chession thought Mori was a mage from the northern snowfields.
"Mori can do that. So let's believe it."
***
The day of the wyrm's resurrection finally approached, and Chession led the Knights to camp near the volcano. It was an afternoon when the red sunset was eerie.
Gremory eagerly drew something on the dirt with a tree branch. The knights were amazed to see it.
"Oh, is this a magic circle? Magic is so rare in the world these days, I've never seen it before."
"Hehe, you are a talented Saint. Do you even know how to use magic?"
Chession, the only one in the room who could use magic, felt something was wrong. It didn't seem like a magic circle made up of normal magic equations at all.
'What is it? It feels like the language of the ancient demon tribe...'
Either way. Gremory completed the witch's magic circle. The magic circle was connected to the depths of the volcano. The wyrm had just woken up and was scratching its temples as it recovered.
And when the wyrm was about to jump out with the volcanic eruption.
Gremory's magic circle absorbed the volcano's fire. At the same time, a huge pillar of fire erupted from the magic circle, and the essence of the fire condensed fell like rain. The knights were delighted to see it.
"Oha! I've never seen so much Essence of Fire in my life!"
"I think I can spend this winter warm!"
The wyrm, which had become a giant lizard, was half-protruding out of the volcano and squirming. Since there was no heat from the volcano to use as a force, they couldn't use any power at all.
An expensive and pitiful lizard with spoils.
Kieek-
The head was helplessly cut off by the sword of Chession.
***
Thanks to catching the wyrm, the Grand Duke became even richer. Chession used the money from the sale of dragon scales to renovate old sidewalk blocks and repair buildings such as convents and churches. He also cleared a carriage road that could go to various places faster, and gave high-quality clothes to the members of the Gra nd Duke's family.
The wyrm's teeth were entrusted to the blacksmith. The blacksmith, who was fascinated by the mysterious material, locked himself in the forge to make a sword only for His Highness.
Dragon's horn was used as a medicine to cure incurable diseases and was sold for a huge price. Anyway, for a while, the auction house was noisy thanks to the loot from the wyrm.
And Gremory...
"Delicious."
She went out for a picnic on a sunny hill, chewed dragon's tail meat or munched on it, no matter how the world went.
Far away from her, Chession was secretly rummaging through a book. It was a book related to the language of the ancient demon tribe.
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