Chapter 26: Dancing for Joy – Aquido

My group was exchanging drinks with Grey Millard's subordinates at Sagami Co.'s restaurant, 『The Silver Knife』, while hyped up on excitement.

"It's unfair that only you leaders got the cool magic," Roche, the youngest member of the group, pouted.

"Didn't I tell you how valuable your magic is?" Zem said extremely seriously with a fed-up face.

I can understand. Roche and his sister both received a grimoire from the healing series. It was miraculous magic only the Saint, the Hero, and the Sage could use. By just wielding the magic, your prospects of becoming a saint shot up. That's the kind of magic it was.

"I don't care! I want magic that'll help in a fight!"

"Idiot." Zem facepalmed as if he had completely given up and began his usual nitpicking.

Everyone's in high spirits. Well, that's only natural.

Everyone, without a single exception, was having a blast. And for good reason: 『Holy Magic』was the magic closest to God that only an archbishop or higher could wield. It was well known that anyone with promise would normally be relentlessly scouted by the church and various countries' imperial palaces. And if you accepted, you would be welcomed with unimaginable hospitality. So to prepare dozens of grimoires of said magic was completely insane.

Basically, that was just how little value Grey Millard placed on this magic. That has to be it. Furthermore, he so easily earns millions of G. I still can't believe someone like him even exists.

That's why—

"Grey Millard, who is he?" I asked Judo, who was sitting in front of me.

After a short pause, Judo soon replied, "The supreme master."

"No, that's not what I meant—"

"To me, Boss is simply the benefactor that saved our village and the master I'll serve for the rest of my life," Judo cut in. "I honestly haven't the slightest interest in who he actually is."

"I see."

Now that I think about it, it's probably useless to try to guess who that abnormal existence is.

The Millards joining in on this expedition has a prodigious effect on the empire, no, the world.

And it was only natural—the Millards were sending in what amounted to a battalion of mages in terms of firepower, and those mages all wielded holy magic. It was an unimaginable army like something straight out of a myth. For better or worse, the church would definitely have something to say, and other nobles would probably ignore their own homeland's crisis.

It's gonna get real interesting.

I could understand if the mages were archbishops wearing grand robes, but the battalion consisted of villagers and mercenaries branded as cowards, all led by the son of a poor noble in some remote area. How will the world see us as we march to battle now?

Well, we'll see what happens.

I gulped down a beer, one of 『The Silver Knife』's specialties. While I enjoyed the delectable sensation of bubbles popping in my throat, I began imagining the spectacle soon to come.