Maximilian and the others insisted on moving to the back of the West Wing because ‘the mountain is calling.’

She would like to complain about their love towards mountains, but considering the unexpected situation, a quiet place with no one around would surely be better.

“Considering Lady Stila’s bedtime will be soon, the travel time should be reduced. I’m going to teleport, so gather around me.”

Upon leaving the West Wing’s entrance, Ally picked up Stila and began a magical incantation.

“The darkness that usurped the light, answer my will. My guardian, the Dark Apostle, carry everyone to the place we think!”

Casting was to convey one’s will to the spirits—that time, it was to the Apostles of Darkness, and the Angels of Light. There were various ways of conveying it, and once someone got accustomed to it, to shorten it was of no problem.

The Ally of today could’ve just said, ‘Hear my request, Abel’—but, as a magical advisor, she should chant in an educational way.

The air wavered and black dots appeared in the air—Abel, the Dark Apostle, appeared.

Instead of his usual mellow voice, there was the low, deep-pitch of the Demon King.

“Understood, I hereby hear your plea. Therefore, I shall commence with the darkness, and bring forth the technique of dimension transfer! (Fufu, oh my, I sound like an actual Demon King, there.)”

The words in parentheses were left unsaid, and only echoed in Ally’s mind. You sound like ‘an actual Demon King’? But you are the Demon King! …and now I’m starting to doubt that.

Many tentacles of darkness appeared, wrapping everyone in the vicinity. In the next moment, Ally and the others had moved to the open area in the back of the mountain behind the West Wing.

“Th, that’s amazing! Teleportation, which is the highest tier of magic, has been easily mastered by you!”

The representative, Geoffrey, exclaimed. Maximilian was also wide-eyed.

After helping Stila stand on the ground, Ally cleared her throat.

“This teleportation magic can only be used if you can contract with either the Apostle of Darkness or the Angel of Light. In other words, you have to possess either dark attribute or light attribute—and light attribute is very uncommon.”

Ally continued speaking while recalling the face of Saint Mia.

“So, everyone, let’s all become able to control the darkness. Once your skill is high enough, a second-class Apostle of Darkness should respond to your chant. Teleportation magic may consume a lot of magical power, but it also depends heavily on your leg strength.”

To Ally’s words, the Muscle Special Squadron nodded heavily.

It seemed that the reason the five men resorted to fist thrust method of incantation was because no matter how much they followed the beginner’s magic book, the spirits wouldn’t respond to them.

After failing with basic chants, they resorted to a method of chanting of their own making, huh…

When Ally was pondering that, Maximilian approached her.

“Let’s begin with me! For starters, let’s begin with the spirits of wind! Once I manage to master the wind attribute, I will become a mighty Crown Prince!”

Instantly, Maximilian released his fighting spirit and his hair stood upright.

Ally shouted, “STOP!” in a panic because his new attire might rip apart.

“Are you an idiot—!? Did you forget the reason your chants have been neglected by the spirits is because you scared them—!?”

“Mu…”

The fighting spirit was reabsorbed again as Maximilian showed a dull expression.

“If it’s physical training, then it’s fine. Don’t forget that the threat Your Highness wants to face also has considerable magical power. Therefore, please adhere to the procedure and the basics of the spell book without unnecessary retaliation!”

Next to Ally, whom was already half-crying, Stila nodded while holding a beginner’s spell book.

No, I can’t let her. If Stila reads a book under a dim light like this, her eyesight will deteriorate!

At the moment when Ally extended her hand to create a fire as a torch, the genius Chris exclaimed—

“—let me do it!”

***T/N:

Instead of his usual mellow voice, there was the low, deep-pitch of the Demon King.

“Understood, I hereby hear your plea. Therefore, I shall commence with the darkness, and bring forth the technique of dimension transfer! (Fufu, oh my, I sound like an actual Demon King, there.)”

BAMBOOZLEMENT; THIS IS THY NAME.

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