If I Had To Say, I Would Say I Am A Evil Magician 237 (Patreon)

Laurent＝Heim Arc

Inter-country Magic Competition

The Inter-country Magic Competition is said to be, a 'war', so to speak, between fellow countries. There's a reason such a disturbing word is used, on a festival where you make the representatives of the affiliated schools fight. To this continent where magic is being used in all things, a Magician is a valuable human asset. In other words, it's not an overstatement to say that this battle where young representatives compete will forecast the country's prosperity hereafter.

And then, at the fair administration commission held every year, the members were making a huge ruckus.

"......what, did you just say? Lioar-dono"

The one who asked him back as such, is Cesar Kingdom's Chief Minister, Riedel＝Dendra. This kingdom is, a superpower that occupies a fourth of the continent, and the director that manages the fair administration commission. They were thinking that by arranging things themselves, they could put their own country at an advantage somehow, but if the words of the white-haired elderly before his eyes weren't a hallucination, they probably have to rethink everything.

"I-, I could not hear it as well. May I have you say it one more time?"

The one who asks as such politely, is the Darouxda Allied Nations' ruler, Fenrye＝Rou. This country composed of small islands, has built a massive fortune through commerce. They have already bought the key personnel of Narsha Kingdom, the venue this time around, and are steadily searching for a path to victory. However, assuming what Lioar said is not a lie, they probably have to invest an amount more than three times their estimate.

"......pardon my insolence, but I did not manage to catch your words as well. Or rather, even if I had caught the words that entered my ears......are you in your right mind?"

The one who pressed him as such is, Giustar Republic Army Magic Secretary General, Barca＝Gunze. Situated beside Narsha Country, this country whose military development has been evident recently, has the need to acquire a top spot by any means necessary in the competition this time around. And then, if the words just now were not his hallucination, he would probably have to pump up the students even more.

First, the leaders of the influential countries that had known of his existence, stand up flusteredly, and the leaders of the other countries make a ruckus. However, the white-haired elderly who stirred up that commotion is making a mellow smile as always.

"Oh, seems my words were soft huh. In that case, let me say it one more time. For the inter-country competition this time around, Narsha Country's consultant is, Asch＝Dahl-sensei"

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It was a place that was far too bizarre to be called a mansion. As many gravestones as they are to fill the lawn. A smell so putrid that any ordinary person would feel nauseous. At the centre of all that is a building built with cold black metal so enormous that one can even say that it’s like a fortress.

People called that place, 『Taboo Mansion』.

"Sebraquesebramacaraan......bora"

The one who mutters is, probably the number one frivolous man on the continent who has fastened a hammock between graves, erected a parasol, sprawled gracefully, and is reading diligently. Despite being a young man roughly in his 20s, his hair has been dyed entirely white. He wears a black tailcoat and a silk hat, and with his jet-black eyes, he's chasing the words with extraordinary speed.

His name is Asch＝Dahl.

He claims to be labelled with various nicknames such as 『The Most Beautiful Man On The Continent』, 『The Ultimate Gentleman』, 『The Prodigious Dark Magician』, but in actuality, what he's being called is 『Ero-Lolicon Magician』, 『Worst-Ever Ill-Natured Magician』, 『Narcissistic Manic Magician』. This man who has an unbridgeable detachment between his own perception and society's perception, possesses such an overwhelming mental strength he can laugh "fuu" dauntlessly even so.

According to him, 『a genius is one who is unaccepted by society』.

"Asch-sama, what are you saying?"

A beauty pours Darjeeling tea into the cup on the table with graceful hand movements. Medium-length sepia hair with big and beautiful eyes. Exceptionally beautiful facial features like a goddess out of a painting.

Asch named her Mira.

"......you don't get it?"

"Yes. My apologies"

"Kukuku......kukukukukuhahahahahahahahahahaa! Hahahahahahahahahaa! Hahahahahahahahahaa!」

Bang Bang.

Bang Bang.

Like something tickled his funny bone, the manic Magician laughs while stomping his feet on the ground over and over again.

"......"

"Sobratazirowbakk......daro!"

"......"

"Seldebarora......maro!"

"Err, are you alright?"

'Did he finally end up going insane', she thought; by no means is she worried about her master, the beauty butler is worried about her own safety.

"Kukuku......you didn't study enough huh, Mira. This, is called the ancient Libroph language. I merely referred to a dictionary and studied it because there was coincidentally an interesting-looking illustration book. Humans, if they lose their thirst for knowledge, they're no different from dead after all"

"No, I have already learned the Libroph language"

"......eh?"

According to him, 『Didn't, you say, 'what are you saying'?』.

"I, only asked 『what are you saying?』, because you were muttering in ancient Libroph language, 『she, was delightfully rubbing his crotch with those thighs of hers』. While I am at it, because after that, you were saying out loud incomprehensible words like 『I'm a satyromaniac』, 『I'm easily lonely, I'm hasty, and I like being spoiled』 in ancient Libroph language, thus I asked 『are you alright?』"

"......"

"......"

・・・

"......antonyms......huh"

"......"

It's already, not even clear, whether or not it's an excuse.