"Tell me? Me?
Fiquet has a neat face.
"What are you doing?
Oh, isn't that right?
Almark claps and looks at Garaine's face, but Garaine remains as expressionless as ever.
"I was wondering if Ficke would teach me magic."
"Why?"
Ficke laughs.
"I just said I'm going out with you guys."
Really?
Almark nodded as he couldn't swallow it.
So you're telling me it's Galaine after all?
Garaine nods silently at the words.
I see.
Almark nodded.
"I'm sorry, just wait for the two of you."
That said, Almark turned his back and rushed to Ilmis, staring at Radmar's meditation.
"Sensei"
"What's wrong?"
Illmis looks at Almark.
"I'm talking about the man in the black robe."
Almark told Illmis a story he heard from two second-year students in the afternoon.
When I finish listening, Ilumis has a hard face.
"Did you show up late at night on that road?"
"Yes, after the teacher cleans it."
Almark nodded.
"Besides, I'm curious about what you said before you disappeared."
"It's not important, but it's important."
Illmis put his arms together.
"Yes, that's what he said."
Almark looks at Illmis' face.
"What does that mean?"
Meaning. Hmm, that's right. "
Illmis once again looked seriously at Almark's face.
"Almark. I told you not to go into this."
"Yes"
Almark nods with a hard look, ready to be scolded.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, but I was interested."
"I withdraw that word."
Eh?
In an unexpected word, Almark looked up at Illmis.
Illmis stared back at Almark with a harsh expression.
"The exam is near, but I'll leave this to you."
Almark didn't know what Illmis meant and asked.
"Doctor, what do you say?"
"Don't deceive yourself into exam study. But check it out like you care."
Illmis turned to Radmar and no longer answered Almark's questions.
"Oh, Almark. Are we done talking to the teacher?"
Fiquet, who was sitting on the floor, looked back at Almark and shouted.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I kept you waiting."
"That's fine."
As Fiquet stood up energetically, he put his hand on the shoulder of the next Garaine.
Let's get started.
Garaine nods silently at the words.
"Well then, Almark, it's a problem."
Fiquet laughs with her index finger pointing at Almark.
"What magic can Garaine teach you without me?"
Yeah?
Almark blinks.
"What, suddenly?"
"That's the challenge of the day."
Ficke said pleasantly.
Come on, think about it.
"Even if they say so. I don't know what it is."
Almark put his arms together.
I wonder if it's the magic of fire fingers or something like that.
"Are you trying to fuck me up?"
Ficke laughs.
"No, come on."
Then what is it?
"Think harder."
Fiquet smiled slightly as he circled around the garaine, which did not move like a stone statue.
"There you go. There you go."
Hmm.
Almark looks up at the ceiling with his arms folded.
"Otherwise, yes. Beast hunting."
"Are you going to color my smell and chase me? Please don't do this."
Fiquet's pleasant voice.
"That's not true. I'm the one who has to."
"He must be you...."
Must be Fiquet's magic.
Could it be related to his jumping motor nerve?
I wonder if it's like flying feet.
"No, no."
Fiquet's laughter.
Almark turned his eyes to Fiquet.
"I don't know that much about your magic."
"I'm good at attraction magic."
That's what Fiquet said to her chest.
"But don't tell me Deg did object levitation yesterday."
"Oh, that's what you used to do when you took down Eldane."
Almark notices a discomfort.
"Your voice is a little different now."
Huh?
Ficke answers with a smile.
"What happened?"
"The voice I just heard. When I was looking up at the ceiling and thinking,"
"I said something weird."
Ficke looked at the galley with pleasure.
Garaine nods silently.
"What's the difference?"
"No, not really, but a little."
In an attempt to answer Fiquet's voice, Almark realized the identity of the discomfort.
Ficke didn't open his mouth.
"What was that voice?"
Almark watched.
"Garaine, is that you?"
"You've finally noticed."
That's what Ficke said and laughed hard.
"I was hoping I could fool you a little more."
It wasn't Fiquet who said that. It sounds like Ficke's voice, but this is it.
"Mock Voice Technique"
Almark murmured.
"Garaine, you were talking when I was looking up at the ceiling earlier."
Ah.
Garaine's nodding voice belongs to him.
I see.
Almark nodded.
"Sure, this is better than us."
"Isn't it?
Garaine laughed at Fiquet's voice.
Garaine's creepy smile whispered to Makoshiya that she had made a junior girl cry.
"In the same room in the dorm, while they were listening to the conversation every day, I completely remembered it when I noticed it. Thanks to this, I'm very good at modeling."
Garaine said in Fiquet's voice.
"It's not just the voice. Fiquet can reproduce it faithfully, even if it's like how he talks."
I see. It certainly doesn't just sound like a voice, it's like breathing a story, or something like that. "
That's what Galaine suddenly rapped after he started imitating Fiquet.
"Yeah, it's best to imitate the one who talks a lot."
"That's what it looks like. That's why I'm here."
The two Fiquet voices overlap.
Yeah, thanks.
Almark nodded and saw Garaine.
"Then who do I imitate?
Fiquet.
It's me.
The two Fickers speak again.
"Fiquet, let's be three."
"I'm the three of them. Ain's not happy."
Certainly, if you practice analogue voice, it is easier for you to understand the voice and volume by always speaking.
"Okay."
Almark nodded.
"I'm gonna be a fitter too."