Because I was excluded out of the class transfer, I decided make a classmate harem

Humans are creatures who fear their ignorance.

If an unburned beast emerges in flames, it is worshipped as a servant of God, and if an undrowned worm is found in water, it is eradicated as a devil's spark.

An incurable strange illness is attributed to a healing surgeon, who is determined to have missed the treatment procedure or pulled his hand, and is killed after imprisonment or torture.

If the patient was a civilian, it was decided that he had suffered a god's punishment for his evil deeds, and the sentence that had been divided into eight parts of the village was honoured.

It's selfish. Events that transcend the bounds of understanding are all caused by God or the devil - someone who transcends human intelligence.

Now, the inherent magic, called the glorious talent given from heaven, was originally called divine possession and demonic possession, worshipped and enshrined by the people of the village, concealed and secretly murdered.

Anyway, it was at a time when the research and analysis on magic was not progressing as it is now.

The mere failure to cure an unusual illness now does not result in unreasonable punishment.

Looking at the luxurious bed of stone, the healer under the royal palace thought so.

If only a short time before I was born, I might have been murdered as a tortured sinner.

If we had witnessed this situation before the unexplainable phenomenon of a curse was recognized, we would have been killed.

"Is healing magic working?

"No, my body doesn't seem to accept magic because my skin and internal organs are completely disabled."

The former (...) with a crack on the back of the moon's body is (...) between (...) people. The (...) person (...) does not move one by one and quietly stares at the back of the eyelids (that was) whether they understand the conversation.

Now it is even difficult to move arms and legs rather than eyelids, but the healer who had predicted that this would happen kept only the eyelids closed before the skin function completely stopped.

Still, it's a painful sight.

Cracked skin like old walls collapses to pieces, and a half-opened mouth dries up like a desert.

The moisture in the body is completely lost and the body hardens like a rock.

A man who has been robbed of his human worth and dignity and has become nothing but a mere being there. The sight was far too outrageous and terrible for anyone who knew when he was healthy.

A rare meta-human who raised hopes for a brilliant future and applauded remarkable speeches.

Young majestic man who married his beloved elf and was blessed by men from all over the country.

When the prince was born resembling his face, one father was delighted to jump up.

Without even leaving a trace of the time, he lay on his bed in a stone-like state of bone, skin and viscera, watched by the healer and the Queen's minister, the Kintetsu Knight.

A sobbing voice and a caged swallow are leaked into that quiet space that is like hitting water.

After seeing the Kintetsu Knight and his servants chewing on various emotions, the minister left the king's sleeping bedroom with a healer and a Kintetsu Knight with a magical face.

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The minister, who had left the king's bedroom, returned to the office he had been given and asked the trusted Knights of the Guard to pay. The minister sits deep in the chair and exhales a heavy nose, engraving a cod rhythm with his index finger. Feeling the non-serenity of the appearance, the healer and the summoner, who had twisted the lives of 21 ordinary people, the user of summoning magic, turned his gaze to the minister.

It was slightly different from the tingling air, but I was somehow able to understand that the atmosphere was not very good, even for the summoner who was not in the scene - the King's ward.

And I had a faint feeling that it might be caused by the curse of the demon king, and I basically understood why I was called and why I paid for it.

"The King can't be saved anymore?

"The King's medical condition is unlikely to recover unless he eradicates the existence of the demon king, who has cursed him from the world."

"If you defeat the Demon King, the King's body will return as healthy as it used to be, right?

The healer responded in silence to the minister's affirmative words.

I don't know if I can't be sure or if I can only respond by saying it out loud, but I don't know if I'm an out-of-professional Summoner.

Either way, it was understandable that it was not a very good answer for the country.

"In any case, there would be no reason to delay the Saint's departure any longer. The Queen is also busy, and I am in charge of all matters related to the Summoning of Saints. We must give life to the saints to leave immediately."

With that said, the minister sees the summoner as a glitter.

You're ready.

No, actually, not yet...

The healer obviously distorted his face to the summoner's overly honest words. The minister knocked Dan and the edge of the desk, stepped out and stood up, as if to stop the healer who opened his mouth.

You!

"I also know that the King's body is not pleasant! But the unity and unity of the saints are not yet perfect! Instead, we can't go on a journey of saving each other's lives with a child who has acquired such a dangerous inherent magic in such a state that the distance of mind is gradually fading away - and yet the loyalty to the country is diminishing!

"I can't believe it! In order to defeat the Demon King and achieve the goal of returning to the former world, we will help each other and think through each other. Solidarity under national control is synonymous with the readiness to bet everything for the country, like an educated army. All the warriors I've summoned will be the same! Why are these warriors so arrogant and rebellious against the country!

Empower and deprive of liberty.

Provides a minimum living standard and strengthens workouts.

Living well - Give goals and chart a way to achieve them.

A normal warrior would offer everything to a powerful country.

If you give a life free of inconvenience, you will desperately improve yourself to reward the kindness.

It gives goals, explains the journey meticulously, and even reveals clear rewards. There can't be a warrior who feels dissatisfied.

If so, it would be as bad as someone who has lived a terrible life away from (...) knowledge, or an anomaly who has been imprinted with the act of fighting itself.

At least from the warriors of this world, including ministers and summoners, it is clearly an unusual idea.

It is as if - even without the force or power to protect oneself and bully others, you can lead a minimum life as a person, find the meaning of your own life, and live every day full of hope without goals - I wonder if it has come from such a paradise.

"There are too many irregularities this time around. The intrinsic magic (skill) that was supposed to be performed on the twenty-first person - alchemy (abstract creation) was rewritten into the intrinsic magic that talked about becoming a family training (Lunatic sexual), and its loss (...), defeat (...), and creation (...) have not yet been found."

Summons from other worlds have many dangerous elements. If you summon multiple creatures as visitors from different worlds, their relationship and compatibility - everything is unknown.

Due to the confusion caused by the abrupt alienation, it also seemed that the saints who had received family training were treated as repudiating beings from the group.

Summoners do not know whether it consists of fear or contempt for the inherent magic given, whether it originally lived as an existence that should be excluded from the group, or whether it did not know the situation before the transition.

Suppose you originally had enough power or knowledge to assemble a group of saints. Suppose you were a group leader with a high status.

Shortly after the Summon Monster, it is possible that they will buy their anger and show their rebellion by showing the scene of the massacre as a fake.

Therefore, once I left that place to the saints, I somehow decided to sneak up on the group power relationship.

The King's health deteriorated and various factors overlapped, making it much slower than expected to execute the plan to exterminate the escaped saints.

"Maybe he's chewing on one of these too."

The healer turned away from the summoner's thoughtless remarks with a bitter, crushed look on his face.

As if to say something more thoughtfully, I reached out to the summoner, but before the healer's generosity was manifested in form, the feeling of the minister who had been shaking his shoulders earlier exploded.

"Shut up! You... don't know what you're talking about!? Say to one tiny saint who has no backing and nothing to do with it. At best, it's a place where the boundaries of the control of natural magic have been cut off, and the maid will become a family member. And if that's the cause, what the hell are you going to do with it? A grudge against being kicked out? Do you want to say that you are proud and mistaken for your talent?

And then the minister opened his bloody eyes.

"Assuming the escaped saint is in the way of departure, it has nothing to do with us. Defeating the Demon King doesn't change the future of the saints."

The minister's anger distorted the summoner's face.

Is that because the minister's temper finally admitted his failure? Or do you have irresistible feelings about being directly opposed to your hypothesis?

"... if it were Master Walkins"

"What is it?"

"The possibility that Master Walkins is hiding the escaped saint..."

The objection spinned with a trembling voice could not be said until the end.

The temper dominated the scene enough to imagine that he had been grabbed by the breasthold, and the summoner stunned his mouth.

The name "Walkins” was forbidden in front of him.

I overheated my hypothesis - telling my suspicions, and the core part was slipping out.

WARKINS - This place and this minister were inappropriate to raise suspicions on the first side of the cabin.

As if he had felt the chills, the Summoner would fight all over his body.

It seems that the healer, who had some consideration for the Summoner, would no longer like or follow the Summoner.

If you make a mistake, the Summoner curses himself.

If only I could convey my hypothesis to the minister who speaks a little more - or before I name Walkins - at a time when we are discussing the dangers of the escaped saints, they would realize the discomfort at all.

It would have been no more than a feminine and insignificant argument just to make a fuss with emotional theory.

"Mr. Walkins? You need to give that con artist a title! He is a slightly cunning - you (...) and (...) the same (...) junior civilian. Respect for power beggars who use their sister's power to take a false position - likewise, as it was made up of only natural magic (talent), did the affection shift? If Walkins were to make the relationship between saints worse and make the country behave defiantly, it would be really easy to realize."

"Well, that's not what I said -"

"Don't shut up! I don't want to hear ex-civilian bullshit. In the first place, Walkins - what advantages would there be if the people on the first side of the room had a saint with family training? Within the Royal Palace - where royalty and high-ranking people live, there are boundaries that prevent the activation of inherent magic. Even if you insist on something in exchange for an escaped saint, we don't have to respond. Anyway, we're going to get rid of the mistakes."

The minister, who sat back in his chair, turned his gaze at the summoner in contempt of seeing the dust.

The remorseful and impatient summoner meditated quietly, leaning down, without spinning anything further.

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Returning from the office, the summoner was wrinkled between his eyebrows as he gazed at the magic team used to summon the saints.

From the day I learned that my unique magic was the ability to summon creatures from other worlds. Thanks to the unique magic (talent) that flowered during my childhood, I encouraged the magical team to study in the royal library from the day I acquired the status of a summoner exclusively for the Royal Palace from just a junior civilian.

That day - the magic team I drew for the saint summons must have been perfect.

God-possessed in the past - even though talented people painted several magical teams based on experience and knowledge, connecting them together, and drawing their own magical team.

Why was a failed work born?

--Why did the transfer coordinates of the Summon Magic Team shift?

If I had painted the magic team accurately, I wouldn't have been exposed to such trouble.

But in fact, far from the room that the King and the Kintetsu Knight were watching - including the Summoner - it turned into a dangerous place that could be buried in the wall in just a few moments.

"As long as the transfer coordinate designation is skewed, it's not very unusual...."

Dangerous and elusive summoning magic that applies unique magic (skills) to creatures that have been summoned from other worlds - unlike the talents they were born with, but with some limitations.

In some regions, the owner of a skill who succeeds in a convoluted summoning magic, which is also said to be forbidden (self-portrayed self-praise), will make such a preliminary failure?

It's as if someone was planning to fail this summons. ----It may be too much to suspect such a sinister conspiracy on the boulder.

"Maybe we should check with the magic team again."

With the book secretly borrowed from the Royal Archives in one hand, the Summoner decided to reconfirm the creation of his own magic team.

To prove that your hypothesis is correct.