"Uh, it's over. Ahhh."

"Done ~"

Me and Porch had zeroed out the fatigue of the day by now, on the bench in the courtyard, depositing weights with each other, in front of the rocking Demon Education Hall, where a sophomore friendly game would be taking place.

"I don't know how to cast magic on a ballad, Lina."

"I can do it if I want, but I still don't have a lot of MP. But a ballad would be a good fit."

"You were surreal when you chanted auxiliary magic with a cane that didn't fit your physique."

"I was laughing."

"Yeah, but thanks for protecting Lina."

"No, I didn't think you'd use offensive magic to control ballads. Is that better than that? You have a job for the Student Autonomous Association, don't you?

"No, I don't know anything about it, Warren. Dear Student Chairman, Your Highness told me to wait here. - Hmm?

When he leans away from the pouch and releases it to the bench, he says "hebble" and the pouch falls to the ground.

Running a moment of nervousness at someone's sign, there stood a familiar grandfather who didn't want to get too close there.

"Huh, a few months since then, but you seem pretty sophisticated, kid?

"It's been a few months since then, but it doesn't seem to change, Gaston, eh?"

"Guh."

That's what I said as I caught the root of Porch running away behind my back.

Poking the top of the shorter cane with both hands, the majestic figure would be a place called the Rock Royalist. Same old man.

"Ha-ha-ha, that's a good mood I didn't see a few months ago. As much as you want from my Guardian Magic Corps."

"I refuse. I have a lot to do now."

Here Gaston spills a nigga and a grin.

"That's the thing. Kid, my lord, you're thinking something funny, aren't you? Eileen's wife told me. I don't know, space transfer, magic?

"Damn, how far do you know..."

"I've heard that you want to save your daughters in the Colorful Eating District with money that sells space transfer magic, and that you start a business and you're masterful."

"Not at all... I'm not shrewd. Anyway, I wanted to talk to Mr. Gaston about something on this occasion, so it's just fine. Do you have time tonight?

Gaston looked surprised with one eyebrow raised. That would be so. I just want to rely on Gaston, whose relationship with the country is close to this issue.

"Hmm, fine. I'll wait at that kiosk tonight."

"Thank you. So... what can I do for you, Mr. Gaston? Mr. Gaston told Mr. Warren to wait here, didn't he?

"I don't know."

"So?"

"That girl...... you did say lina?

"Yep...?

Why are we talking about Lina? You got that hobby in Gaston? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Don't even think about it."

That's rude.

"I called you because I wanted to ask you something. Lina is a kid...... she says the Lord taught her magic, don't you agree?

"Yeah, it's just a clue."

"That makes an excellent user.... I want to keep it with the Guardian Magic Corps after graduation. I thought I'd tell the kid right now."

"Do you want Lina...?

"It's not like I don't know what this friendly game means. Competent freshmen are the ones to spit on right now."

Sure you're right......

"To Lina... did you tell her?

"The formal process takes place through the University of Magic. Be notified of the time."

"Really..."

It's not a bad story. No, it's more of a good story. Six magicians, Gaston, the great magician. You can call it honor in this university. But the work of the Guardian Magic Corps is accompanied by danger...

And that's what I thought, the pouch under my feet poking my foot in the head.

"What's up, Porch?

"Master, it's Mr. Lina who decides!

"... oh, yeah, you do"

"It doesn't seem...... no, should I say it seems. He's as good as ever. He said it was still more than three years away. And what did Non say to your Lord?

"To?"

"Also, you're a stupid stupid master! Mr. Gaston has invited the master!

"Yes, it's not a formal procedure. This is the first time I've used this technique."

…………

There were no words.

"Mr. Lina and Master, we're both solicited, Yikes!

Porch pokes his head wide under his feet. Gakun and I entered the loose sight of the great magician who laughed.

As he stood at ease, Gaston only said, "See you at night," and left.

Guardian Magic Corps......? I never thought about it.

◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆

Me and Porch got confused there for a while and I heard a magic college rock like never before. Probably the appearance of the Black Emperor. That's the last game.

You'll also learn to look at Warren's prowess. That's why I took Porch back to the Devil's Museum.

The venue was showing so much excitement that my ears went crazy. Mostly the voice of the students, but also a lot of voices from the general seats, and you know exactly how charismatic Warren is. I'm also talking about being able to snort the fourth grade game first.

Warren and my vice chairman Jeanne are on stage. Short hair in scorched tea. Skinny, but its body technique is like a warrior of his age. And sharp jaws, big eyes, a riddle of frowns and a feminine but boyish look of it are more popular with women than with men. Regardless, those short trousers will definitely feed the men's daily lives. A short shirt with a heso view and a leather mesh suspender. A cloak with gold embroidery in white fabric from above. It is called "Thunderlight" because of its white glowing appearance and good lightning magic.

Without even a compromise with Warrior College and each nobleman by the White Faction, he would have played an active role in the earlier Auga Crusade.

Without stopping cheering, the voice of college president Tengalon's start of the game sounds.

With the signal of the start of the fight, Jeanne unleashed an intermediate lightning magic Thunderbold. Purple electricity runs, bees and sounds. Literally wrapped in thunder, Warren stabbed his wand hard on stage. Then the wand became a lightning rod and helped Warren back down.

Even so, did you concentrate your magic power on the tip of the wand, that the thunder was directed precisely to that wand? Instead, I could say I collected Thunderbolts on my cane. Fine magic manipulation technology is a boulder, too.

And that's with Jeanne. Threadbolt. Let go of the speed-up magic on yourself during the little while Warren is swinging... No, that one. Ha. Is that a regeneration? Don't mess with that a little too (,,,)?

"I am! Master Jeanne's original magic!

Speaking of which, it sounds like there was such a rumor. When Thunderlight Jeanne uses original magic to show her true value......

That is a cosmic diagram of the lightning attribute… difficult to understand in the long run, but it does take off the formula a little bit. Jeanne glanced sharply as Warren watched it with a cool face.

Totally, as usual, bad things are bad things.

But Jeanne grinned at the same time. Apparently, the only reason you didn't incorporate this magic into Swift Magic was when Warren dared it. Jeanne's wand, Shamal's wand, is capable of three swift magics. You heard about a wand born in a desert land far away. Is it the speed increase, the improvement regeneration, and the thunderbolt that put you inside? I see you're after a short-term showdown.

"Vestment Thunder!"

That's a magic name you don't ask.

moment,

"" Become!?

The words that Porch and I accidentally zeroed were also heard from the seats where the same freshmen would be.

This is frightening...... but I see, thunder coat as the word goes. You should need a regeneration.

The wrapped lightning also allows for defense along with improved physical ability. Thoughtful magic, but a disgusting laugh pops up at Warren's specialty in this.

You look like you've been waiting for me. What the hell... the wand still remains stabbed on stage... ah.

"You're after something, aren't you?

"Oh, you win Warren."

"Heh? What do you mean, Master?

"Just watch."

Jeanne rushes vigorously to see if that grin has crippled her epilepsy. I know exactly how that feels, but...

"Ground Control!

Magic name released from Warren's mouth. Perhaps few humans have arrived at an answer in this environment that is not close by, such as dirt.

Iron soil rises from the ground, covering Jeanne's body, and to Jeanne, who cannot move, Warren takes a cane pulled out of the stage in front of her eyes. The battle is decided along with Billy's voice. Oh, shit, but that's a clever tactic.

Quick and glasses up Warren. Then a loud cheer honored the winner.

"Master, what do you mean?

"Mr. Warren (,) stabbed his wand in the ground when he sent Thunderbolt, didn't he? That's when Mr. Warren (,) decided to win. I should have questioned Jeanne's ability to move faster in the first place."

"You think it was Mr. Warren (,) who was quicker than that?

"If we turn Swift Magic further down the stage and into the ground, what happens now becomes inevitable. No, as always, it's highly calculated and poorly personalized...... whoa"

Block your mouth with concern for the eyes around you.

"If it's calculated height, I won't lose either!

"Heh, that's awesome, huh? What's so expensive about it?

"I threw up so I can have another Frankfurt!

That's amazing.

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