Black Summoner

Cielo dormitories are surrounded by noise. Freshmen stuck on the bell applied to her for a duel as the momentum continued. Such rumors spread instantly to the students preparing to move, or to the upper classmates who were in their rooms, and to the dorm managers who managed the dormitories. No, even though the dormitories are as vast as the castle, it is always too early for rumors to spread.

"Hey, did you hear that? Belle and the great nobleman Katrina and their surroundings will be dueling at the entrance ceremony!

"Eh, what are you doing on your first day of school? That sounds interesting for you to see! So, where do you want to do it?

"No, that's what I heard again, so the place is refreshing"

"Whoa... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"I don't know. That's what I heard, too!

"Don't be prestigious... well, I've never even heard of you in my country."

"You guys want to see Mr. Bell and Mr. Katrina duel? Heard you'd do it in the dorm courtyard?

"Whoa, seriously! Thankyou! Hey, let's go!

"Wait a minute. How cunning of you to speed up with green magic! Run normally!

"Come on! Don't run down the hallway before then!

"" Whew, Boyle dorm manager!?

and well, this is how rumors call for rumors, and the dormitories of Sierra begin to turn their feet to the courtyard. And there was also one person here who heard rumors of a duel.

"Well, duel. It's also at its heart with that Bel Baal..."

He is a handsome boy with gray hair, Edgar Lauser of Iceland Raygand. The story of the earlier students who were making a scene in the hallway also seemed to have entered his ear where he was taking a short break in his own room.

"Master Edgar, does it seem intriguing to a kid named Bell? Are we going to see that duel, too?

"No, let's stop it. Because if she's really better than the rest, she'll be done with one arm, such as a one-student opponent. I've been on my way since the rumors turned and the duel is already over. Isn't that right, Axe?

"Dear Edgar, I thought you were a wise judge...!

"Boulder Sue"

That's what Axe, who was in the room with Edgar, said, but they were going to move in for two at best. On the other hand, Perona, who is a woman but should be in the same position of distribution, reads and fishes entertainment books while falling asleep in Axe's bed. Occasionally, Axe's gaze about what happened to his work seems to be completely unintentional.

"Mm, Master Edgar, which one of these paintings should I decorate? Still, it's a wonderful product."

"Um, it's an unknown location, but it's the work of a famous painter among royalty who can understand the value of things like the rest. Sure, was his name Rheinhardt? Especially the painting. Decorate me near the bed."

"I see, with reason......! Understood!

"Ugh, I don't know what art is....... hmm? You got any big footsteps, suss?

"Footsteps?"

"... sounds like it's coming from the outside"

- Doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle!

As Edgar glanced out the window, he saw some dust dangling with the sound. It seems that someone is rushing outside at a fierce speed.

"Hear the rumors, I'm coming up! Is it true that Belle is going to duel?!? As a future Fiancé candidate, I don't know if I can get in between, but if the courtyard is somewhat different, the structure is different and I'm actually lost! Oh, apart from that, I found a pretty girl! Ooh, tea!"

And make sure those sources are Charles Baccania. Edgar gently leans away from the window and sits on his own bed.

"... wasn't Charles Baccania a different dorm?

"Is, Charles,? Indeed, I remember it was a Bolkhan dormitory managed by Instructor Arche"

"Right, um... that's something an idiot wouldn't be insulted if he was extreme. There's only one place to learn to behave."

Axe and Perona looked at each other and tilted their necks in alignment.

The outer perimeter of the courtyard, in a whirlpool of rumors that it had become a place for duels, had already gathered many students, from the lower classes to the upper classes. Some of them seem to have come to visit until they flaunt their own relocation work.

With well-maintained lawns, trees, and gorgeous flowerbeds, this place is like a park with a brilliant yet idle atmosphere that is inherently used as a relaxing place for the students. But the atmosphere in the courtyard now is the opposite of the usual. We constantly hear the noise of the students, and their gaze gathers in the center of the courtyard.

"What a fuss this is!

Boyle, the dorm manager.

Coming to such a hustle and bustle swirling courtyard was Boyle Potov, who headed the Cielo dormitory. Naturally, it is forbidden by the school rules to cause noise in dormitories and to hold events without permission. It was inevitable that Boyle, who was entrusted with the management of the dormitory, would come to this occasion if rumors flew that students would fight each other, etc.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? At all, these days, young people have attitudes, so now is not the time. Look, put it through there! The eagle is just the right width, so make way at your leisure!

"The dorm chief's coming through! Make way!

A senior student of Cielo, who noticed the presence of Boyle, immediately raised his voice.

"Um, boulders are upperclassmen who should be role models for freshmen. I know exactly what I need to do now."

"Underclass, if you don't want to be hit, do your best to clear the way! If you fall, you'll be so heavy, you'll break your worst bones!

"Isn't that very rude!?

And yet, Boyle succeeded in stepping into the courtyard. The courtyard, which was invisible to the crowd, can now be seen gradually.

"Ugh, I got out of it... all the time, I didn't. I didn't. Mr. Bell, Mr. Bell! Stop imitating how stupid it is to be a duel - Hmmm!?

It was Belle, whose name he called out, who greeted Boyle with a forward-facing look at him and wiped his sweat and said, "Let's go." It was also a bell with a very good smile on the outside (softly) when he was giving the chief greeting at the entrance ceremony.

"Oh, aren't you Boyle Dorm Manager? How did you get sweaty like that? Oh, don't worry. Because I have already done things like moving things. Now in this green place, I was just washing my mind like this. Some people's eyes also bother me, but all the same, I am the head of the country. We have to get used to it now."

"Uh-huh?

Not only was Bell smiling to be affixed to his face, but he was also perfectly answered as if he were a picturesque honorary student. If nothing stranger were on this occasion, oh, it would be enough to convince me without wondering if it was.

"'Cause that's why I'm not! Washi, hold on! Boyle, fight!

But Boyle, step on it with your strength.

"Belle, I don't care about such pre-construction! What are those people you're physically laying on your ass!?

"So..."

At the tip of Boyle's finger, there were students lying on the ground trying to fold. Some of them are swirling figures, Katrine's appearance. Bell used the students instead of the bench and sat down.

I said, "What is it?

"Did you do a duel and do it, and did you work an act of violence, and, um, mmm!?... Hino, Phew, Mi - Um, Mr. Bell? How many people are rolling in there, not much more than rumors?

However, the number of people Bell was using as a bench was slightly over ten.