Chapter 654
"This way! Please wait a moment."
The gatekeepers guarding the Kraha family mansion called for servants when the Baldurguard students arrived.
The students marveled anew at the vast mansion grounds. Even among noble families with long histories, there weren't many as wealthy as the Kraha family.
"The Kraha family is really amazing. It would have been nice if someone from the Kraha family had entered Baldurguard."
"Right. I agree. I heard there's a mage about our age who entered Einroguard."
"Ah. You mean the prince."
"Hmph. I don't like royalty. They're just numerous but have excessively high noses."
"Watch your words, Basiu! The royalty are people who have inherited the bloodline of His Majesty the great Emperor. They deserve respect."
The empire's nobles could be largely divided into three groups.
One was the loyalists who believed in and supported outstanding members of the royal family as the next emperor.
Another was the aristocrats who advocated for alliances among nobles instead of believing in and supporting the royal family.
The last was the neutrals who weren't interested in either. Families like the Wardanaz family were typical neutrals.
Since Ingsen was from a loyalist family and Basiu was from an aristocrat family, even though their friendship was close, they couldn't compromise on these aspects.
"Ingsen. I'll take back what I just said out of respect for your honor. Some royals certainly deserve recognition! But what about the other royals?"
"I'm not saying all royals are outstanding! But there aren't many who are lazy and dissolute. They're the ones tarnishing the royal family's honor! I'm sure the prince of the Kraha family is someone worthy of respect."
"Hmph. I might understand if he were a Baldurguard student, but as long as he's an Einroguard student, I won't acknowledge him. He could be a vile and twisted person."
"No. As someone from the Kraha family, he won't be easily corrupted even if Einroguard's seniors are vile and vulgar."
Ingsen believed in the name of the Kraha family.
A prince who inherited the blood of the Kraha family would surely be worthy of the trust of loyalist families.
"Ah, there's none of this filthy stuff!"
"?"
"The inside was better. It was full of rotten soil there... Gasp. What am I saying! This crazy mouth, this crazy mouth!"
A boy with bright blonde hair was digging up the shaded ground while wearing shabby clothes and holding a hoe and shovel.
Seeing this, the two became interested and dismounted their horses to approach.
"Basiu. What do you think he's doing?"
"I don't know. Judging by his clothes, he looks like a mansion servant... Is he digging up rotten soil?"
"Could it be magic reagents?"
"Is there magic that uses rotten soil?"
Baldurguard didn't deal with dark magic. So the students wondered if there was magic that used rotten soil as a reagent.
"The empire is full of all kinds of strange magic... There might be."
"Basiu. Let's help."
Ingsen said while grasping his staff. Basiu asked back in puzzlement.
"Help a servant's work? Did I hear that wrong?"
It was shameful for a noble to help with a servant's work.
The servants here must be capable too, so why should a visiting noble do such lowly work?
"You heard right. But what's different from what you're thinking is that we'll help with magic."
"Ingsen, I'm always amazed by your wisdom!"
Basiu marveled at his friend's wisdom.
While it would be shameful for a noble to squat down and dig soil together with a servant while walking, helping to dig soil with magic was wonderful charity.
How much would the servant spread rumors in the mansion after receiving help?
"Hey, you there!"
Ingsen called out to the servant boy. Gainando turned his head in puzzlement.
"It looks like you need to dig up soil, so let us help. Now, step aside!"
"What...?"
"Gather, soil. Gather, soil. Gather, soil..."
Ingsen chanted the spell while concentrating.
Gainando, who had been blinking his eyes not knowing what the other was doing due to the slow spell casting speed, belatedly realized.
"Wait, you're not..."
"...Gather!"
Whoosh!
With the spell, the underground soil Gainando had been digging began to surge upwards.
It was a sufficient amount of rotten soil.
Ingsen wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and smiled with satisfaction.
"How's that? This should be enough for you to gather."
"...What nonsense! You bastard!"
Gainando shouted in anger.
"?!"
Ingsen and Basiu were so shocked they couldn't answer. They never thought they'd hear such words from a mansion servant they were visiting as guests.
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