In the Great Hall, the Chief of Staff spoke eloquently regarding the 'Transfer Phenomenon' brought up by Edolas-Yuri.
"If Your Highness truly wishes to prevent similar occurrences, I believe we can task people to begin research into 'Spatial Magic' or 'Magic Transfer'!"
"We shall reclaim the magic power that Edolas has lost to other worlds!"
What 'reclaiming the magic power lost by Edolas'?
Isn't that just stealing magic power from other worlds?
It seems that the magic siphoning device created by King Faust in the future of the original work began its research and development starting from this era.
Thinking about it, it makes sense—
In a world as magic-deficient as Edolas, how could such a device be developed without sufficient time?!
As for the claim about 'Spatial Mages playing with others,' in Weston's view, it was nothing more than alarmist talk.
One must know, the difficulty of learning Spatial Magic is much higher than other magics; it is already extremely difficult to reach an advanced level, let alone crossing into an alternate world or even bringing others across.
In Weston's memory, searching through the three worlds of Ishgar, Edolas, and Elentear, those who could achieve such a feat could be counted on one hand.
However, the Chief of Staff's statement was very well-received by this King Laxus.
"Minister Reiya's words are reasonable. The matter of researching 'Magic Devices' shall be left to you!"
"Your subordinate understands!"
The two of them sang in harmony, settling the task of researching the magic siphoning device just like that, without even asking for anyone else's opinion.
Weston finally understood.
This King Laxus didn't care about the transfer incident at all; he merely wanted to use this as a pretext to seize magic power from other worlds and strengthen the power of Edolas.
He has heavy ambitions!
As expected of a King who could conquer two-thirds of Edolas's territory; even at such an age, his heart for conquest has not died.
"Travelers from an alternate world, I thank you for sending our Prince back. As a token of gratitude, I will host a banquet in the palace later to entertain you all. Please do not refuse."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. We shall accept your kindness!"
Weston thought for a moment and added: "There is one more thing. Regarding the 'Transfer Incident,' we would like to learn more about it. I wonder if we might visit the Kingdom of Edolas's library to read the relevant records on this matter?"
"That is certainly no problem!"
The location for the banquet was the back garden of the Royal Palace.
In addition to Weston's group, the ministers who were previously in the Great Hall were also invited.
Everyone attended in formal attire.
Of course, the clothes were arranged by Edolas-Yuri.
Not just Weston and the others, but even the two siblings Morgan and Sura had them.
Under the service of the palace maids, the two cats had their bodies washed clean, and their fur was groomed soft and smooth. One wore a suit with a tie, and the other wore a long dress with a bow headpiece.
Their adorable and charming appearance immediately drew the attention of the attendees.
"What truly cute little cats. Are they of the Exceed race?"
Precht Vincent, with great interest, fed the dried small fish from the table bit by bit to the two cats, muttering under his breath: "Should I also raise two? I feel like girls would all like this kind of creature, right?"
Just hearing those words, one knew that his purpose for raising cats was definitely not pure.
Perhaps one day he would use lines like 'my cat can do a backflip' to trick girls into spending the night at his house.
The teasing movement suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned his head, looking at the Precht not far away who was staring straight at him.
"You've been staring at me since we met. It's about time you've seen enough, right?"
"The two of us look almost the same. If you want to see this face, can't you just go look in a mirror to your heart's content?"
"Or is it that you want to ask me for the secret recipe for growing hair? Then I wouldn't mind chatting with you..."
"Otherwise, I still prefer to receive attention from girls!"
Precht did not answer; he only silently turned around and walked away.
Compared to his alternate-world self, he was truly far too unskilled with words.
On the other side, the two Warrods were getting along quite well.
"Um... do you also like raising plants?"
"No, I prefer raising insects, like butterflies, dragonflies, cicadas, and such."
"Also, I hate mosquitoes!"
"Ehh?? Insects?! I saw you were styled like a flower, so I thought you liked raising flowers!"
"Then you've misunderstood! The reason I dressed in a 'flower' style was purely to attract insects."
This Edolas Warrod was also an eccentric!
Zera and Mavis were also talking with their alternate-world selves.
"Um... have you really already gotten married?"
"Yes, after all, marriage is a fairly important event in one's life."
"Although you are still young, you should already have someone you like, right?"
Married Zera responded to Zera's words, while her gaze looked toward the two men devouring food not far away—
At this moment, the two Westons were engaged in a duel of men, the content being 'who has the larger appetite.'
Beside them, the two Yuris were responsible for waving flags and shouting, livening up the atmosphere.
Zera noticed Married Zera's gaze, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson as she whispered like a mosquito: "Ah... um... yes..."
"Despite being people of two different worlds, our feelings seem to be about the same!"
Married Zera withdrew her gaze. After a sigh of emotion, she looked tenderly at this young girl from an alternate world: "We are the 'same existence.' In front of me, you don't need to be restrained; say whatever you want to say."
"I am older than you. If you don't mind, just treat me as an older sister!"
"Ah... Yes!!"
On the other side.
The Edolas Mavis sat at the dining table. She neither conversed with others nor admired the garden scenery; she just sat there quietly, eating meticulously, as if it were a task that needed to be taken seriously.
Mavis looked at this mature woman who was a head taller than her, hesitating to speak.
"Do you have some business?"
The other person suddenly spoke, giving Mavis a start. She then hurriedly took out a pudding she had just grabbed from the table and handed it over: "Um... I thought this pudding was very delicious, so I specifically brought some to share with you!"
"Mm... thanks!"
Mavis secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took a seat beside her, looking at her curiously: "Are you always this cold to people?"
"I do not like unnecessary socializing."
"Then... can you tell me about your relationship with that Chief of Staff, and the Army Captain?"
"That shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?"
"Uh... I suppose..."
She feels very difficult to get along with...
Just as Mavis was pondering what to talk about, the other person suddenly stopped eating and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"I am a war orphan who was rescued on a certain battlefield by Madam Zera and Lord Weston..."