The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start o

My personal request in the village of Blount led me to follow up with the rebels who were making a scene in this country.

From what I've heard from Mr. Fidel, it seems the rebels are marching on to the King's Capital, so oddly enough, the destination will be the same.

"I guess rebels mean dealing with regular armies, after all"

Mr. Bell, sitting in the dedicated seat on the passenger seat side, blurred appropriately.

"If you were a donkey, you wouldn't be bothered to find a mercenary called that column, would you?

"Sort of. I don't know what's going on. I don't know what's going on."

The magic car travels through the prairie. As usual, there is no way, so Gakungakun rocks. Far from full speed, but still with the speed of the car, it won't take long to catch up.

"Yeah?" the black cat snapped his neck.

"I guess it's my fault, Jin. Is this car slowing down?

"... I'm stepping on the accelerator"

Until then, in a vehicle running on the earth in this world, a magic car cursorily stops at the nearest speed. Dude, are you kidding me...?

My wish was muddled, and the magic car stopped just like it was exhausted. The view over the windshield is the prairie. It stopped moving in the middle of it.

"Seriously..."

I sighed. Come here and break down. Open the door and peek into the engine room as you descend.

The look of the magic car makes it look like a light car where I was in the world.

Machining metal into the shape of a car with imaginary magic. I created the look with a light image, but the only thing I can make with imaginary magic is the outer frame and parts. I make nothing mechanical.

The steering wheel, driver's seat, and interior are also made by passenger cars, but the engine is powered by magic stones. Through the handles, pedals, and other magic transmission lines connected to the actuating part, the magic letters sent from the demonic stone engine and carved into each part are moving the car according to its instructions. The tires were made of imaginary magic and rubbery material.

A magically powered car that doesn't exist anywhere else in this world has driven quite a bit so far...

"... lifespan"

The Demon Stone engine at the heart had completely lost its magic power. The truth was that magic letters instead of safety devices were supposed to stop before this happened, but that didn't work. The core of the engine - the precious Great Demon Stone obtained when crusading the Great Dragon of the earth - was just a stone.

"This won't work anymore."

"Can't you? Any substitutes with other demon stones?

"It won't last an hour if it's a demon stone that's ready to be used. The machining that fits the size of the engine takes time in the first place. It's not the right amount of effort and cost."

I stopped moving. I saw my car and I put my head on it.

"Apart from the engine, there's a lot of gutter coming. This isn't something I can do right now."

It was the first car I ever built. Demon stone engines and magic transmission lines can be a little better now, but when I made this, it was still immature.

Mr Bell, who sat beside me, said.

"So, what are we gonna do from here?

"You're walking."

"I thought so.... Ouilla want me to give you a ride?

Black cat looks tentative. Except what it was, Mr. Bell offered, but I shook my neck to the side.

"Let's not. It won't be so far away from the rebels."

Item Storage - Use magic stored in different spaces to move the magic car there. Heavy cars are stored in floating magic.

I've never had a regular magic lecture in this world, but it's a good thing I can more or less imagine. Well, I can't do anything.

The sky has seen more clouds. The sun will tilt and the sun will set on the horizon in another two hours or so. When I put Mr. Bell on my shoulder, I proceeded to glide the meadow with the power of the magical boots of acceleration.

Moving on for a while, I saw 'Destination' in the front. Countless tents line the middle of the plain.

A major camp.

If I enhanced my vision with farsighted magic, I could see many armed warriors.

The army. If that's what you heard, they call themselves' Rebels'. These are the people who flipped the anti-flag against the Kingdom of Verilardo.

That number, they say, is about a thousand to two thousand. They say they are fighting the kingdom, but the settlements in the passage have been attacked by houses and plundered with food and other looting. Brute village was also raided by a unit of rebels.

Hey, and Mr. Bell opened his mouth.

"Are you sure you want to go over there?

'Cause that's what I'm asking for.

It is a job received from the widow of the village of Blount. That's what I said, Mr. Bell snorted.

"I didn't have to take it from you."

"I won't refuse a woman's request, it's doctrine."

"Oh, I know, S-Rank Adventurer"

I laugh bitterly at Mr. Bell's words.

Adventurers refer to those who hunt warcraft, dive into dungeons, and perform other slightly absurd tasks. Mostly it will do the request through the guild of adventurers, but anything abusive is close to the store.

During his time as a heroic magician, he also made a name for himself as an adventurer, and his rank has risen to the top S-rank. Its rank plate is firmly inscribed with the name 'Gin Amiwool'.

But I abandoned that name and decided to live by my real name.

I mean, that adventurer rank is invalid in me, and I'm not currently an adventurer.

"Well, nothing, I'm not going to interfere in a rebel dispute with this country."

I told him I was all right. I told him how I was.

"All you have to do is find a mercenary in the column over there and get back what you asked for. That's all. If that's all I do, I don't know anything else."

"So? How are those soldiers going to get into the squeaky position?

Mr. Bell snorted.

"If you go from the front with dignity, you'll be caught at the entrance to the position, or you'll be driven back."

"It's also troublesome to exercise strength... I didn't come here to fight with the rebels."

I'll pretend to think about it, but I've already decided what to do.

"How about transparency, Mr. Bell? I can fake it, but it's a hassle if anybody does anything about it."

"I'm sure it'll be easy."

Mr. Bell nodded.

That's why we disappeared with optical camouflage, but me and Mr. Bell became transparent. Now that he is invisible from the human eye, it may not be a good idea to continue for a very long time because this state will always consume magic.

I mean, it's good luck to just serve your purpose. We approach the rebel camp.

The watch stood, but a lot of loose air filled it. Is it time for dinner soon? Some look like someone who is setting fire in the open and simmering ingredients in a pan.

Sorry to bother you.

Whimpering in my heart, me and Mr. Bell stepped into the camp. Rebel soldiers resting thoughtfully.... No, it looks more like a bunch of mercenaries and gorotzki than a soldier.

Its constituents, some with swords or axes hanging on their hips or spears, were generally thinly dirty and ill-equipped. It feels like a gathering, but it looks more refreshing like bandits and bandits than peasants and low-status people.

"When you get to the King's Capital..."

I heard the men talking.

"Let's get into the noble mansion! That's where you get your treasure!

"Money would be nice, but you're a woman. Country women are so creepy. He's going to fuck the daughter of the little King's Landing."

Gahaha, laughter chains up.

"Then I will offend my noble daughter!

"" "That's it!

What a disgusting conversation. I can't help but feel compelled. That would sometimes have evil feelings for the opposite sex. But more like this...... yeah.

Feeling angry, I move on.

The villages of Blount and the streets were likewise attacked, and they were the ones who offended their young daughters. If Wang Du became a battlefield, a similar thing would happen. This is where I got these guys - the idea behind my head, but I have the job of finding a column called a mercenary and thanking my client instead. First of all, that's your priority.

Well, Mr. Column, where are you...?

I'm half-gilled right now.