Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

"... Ha! Where are we!?

Dry fully opened his eyes to the characteristic details and rose to momentum. Looking around, that was a familiar place that would have taken many trips today. First into view is the white wall, which gently welcomes the injured body. A moderately stiff bed tells me that I'm still alive with an indescribable texture. And the dark atmosphere seconded around the bed made me guess that I lost the game in that atmosphere.

"Hey, Dry...... body, you okay?

"Ooh..."

"Heh heh, welcome to the infirmary where the losers get together...... now I congratulate Dry on being one of the losers. Ha..."

The surrounding air is very dark and heavy.

"Hey, I'm not losing. He's the only one in the semifinals."

"Even a prince can't do that. You saw the prince, didn't you? Even that brain miso is packed with muscle. Dry flew through the stage with a kick of that little kid, didn't he? Based on the game between Salte and Tact, the result of granting the auxiliary magic to the gucci is alle... at first I was surprised by the noisy wand, but it was the kid himself who was really in danger... that killer that I only let drift for a moment when I met him in the aisle, I'm sure it's real..."

Indeed, the prince has won two games and is pawning to the semifinals. But the next opponent is that Yuna. After the Dry game, Kara had completely broken her heart and was depressed. That's all she wanted for the dry game and was helping. With that result, I don't see how I can counteract it anymore, and I just have to throw myself away.

"Uh, I'm sorry about something. Just cut it off so flashy and lose so much."

"Well, it won't be all that pessimistic. Dry magically broke her dark magic to show. As it turns out, we've lost the game, but the odds are going up depending on the idea. Above all, I'm next. It's not that easy to tear."

"The prince is right. Isn't it too soon to give up!? And, Mr. Kara! My name is Nocto!

"That's what I'm saying, but there's limits to ingenuity, right?

"Ignore me!

The air in the infirmary is still heavy, though Nocto will raise his voice and inspire him. Indeed, the Prince is the second most powerful genius in the Golden Generation, the Weerell. With reference to dry matches, there will be many things to improve and devise. There's just something at the bottom of my mind that I think. Kara points out, feel the limits.

For example, if you knew all the difference in status and all the cards in your hand, would it be possible to challenge Magic Knights leader Nell Lemule to a duel and win under one-on-one circumstances?

- 100%, impossible in them. Rather than that, we have not reached the level of dueling, where we all accidentally struck out of there, setting a lot of traps on a battlefield that would be a place for a showdown in a day's time, assuming we succeeded in guiding them there, and everyone would die without holding it for a few seconds. Of course, Nell doesn't have one of his hand wounds. This is an extreme example, but what Kara thinks of as Yona's power reaches such a range at the earliest opportunity.

"Ooh, Keel. How much time do we have until the next game?

"Time? I just finished my prince's game, and now I'm taking a short break. In ten minutes, Wheeler and Chinatsu begin. It feels like the prince's game depends on that one."

"Hmmm. Again, that's pretty tough..."

"I'd like to manage to help too... but honestly, there's a lot of uncertain information. That wand doesn't know any more details than it looks, and even dark magic only shows one end of the force. Where we've overcome the power we've seen of her, she's anxious to pull another dimension out of a drawer different from it. If you open too many other drawers, the prince will be in danger for that matter..."

………

The infirmary calms down again.

"... will you all listen to me for a second?

The prince opened his mouth as he blended his words into the silenced air.

"Ah? What is it, Prince? It feels so different."

"It's now, it's you guys that tell me, I..."

"- Prince! I won't!

blocked such a prince's words, and now Noct screamed out. Inside the infirmary, it quiets back with Singh in a different way than earlier.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell's going on up to the duct?

"No-ku-to! You did it on purpose earlier! The rabbit is a horn too, the prince...! Oh, no, the prince..."

I thought I screamed suddenly, and now I'm telling you, Nocto. He frequently sent his gaze to the prince and seemed to have trouble figuring out what to do.

"Phew... Nocto, it's good. I'm just going to reveal what I'm going to talk about one day. I'll accept your thoughts as faithful."

"Ha, I imitated you too much!

"Uh, excuse me. Can't you read my story? Why is Nocto all of a sudden a salute, too?

"What, this guy's one of my ministers, and it's just a story about me really being the prince of this country"

"" ""... Ha!?

The four, with the exception of the Prince and Nocto, were shouted and stunned. That would be the case, too. Until now, the students of the College had called him a prince only because the appearance looked like it. I can't remember when I called him that, but no one, not even a few, thought he was a real prince.

"My real name isn't Nebul Fazi, it's Diaz Ardelheit. Translately, I was raised away from the castle when I was a young man. He was deposited with Nocto's father and is now attending Ardelheit School of Magic in this way. Nocto is my only subordinate, childhood tame, and best friend."

"Prince, please stop. My wand is already dedicated to the prince. Use it only as a minister."

Prince again, the atmosphere of Diaz is no different than usual. But when one can also see how proud a man is of the nocturnal step back he was behaving in a noble manner, one becomes more credible that it is true.

"I'm kidding, you're not kidding, are you? No, I've never heard a prince tell a joke before."

"I'm always serious."

"Wait, seriously, I'm getting confused...... ok, I forced myself to sort it out! So?"

"Having revealed that I am a real prince, I want to wish you all the best. I need your help winning the graduation festival. This is it."

Diaz bowed her head deeply. His lowering of his head is unprecedented in the college, and this will shock the Keels enough.

"The prince, put his head...!?

"Su, that's a very rare scene..."

"Oh, please stop! If the prince wishes, I will lay my forehead on the earth, but I will bow my head!

"No, this is what I have to do. Let me do it."

"Oh, um... I get the situation, how can a prince be so restrained to the win? Anything, for a reason?

Salte asks the most honest question. Diaz first raised her head and began to talk meaningfully and carelessly sitting on the bed.

"Actually -"

- Concon.

Thank you very much. Looks like we have a lot of blocking to talk about today. Diaz's story was interrupted by the sound of the infirmary door being knocked on and forced to be interrupted. Disrespectful! Everyone looks back at the entrance door, headed by a nocturnal who has said so.

"Excuse me for the welcome, Prince Diaz. Why don't you just talk to me for a second?

There he was, a belly-black man who made me paste a smile for entertainment.