"Hey, you think you can just insult Master Warner of the Marquis Brennan family?

What is this, a yakuza? Oh, my God, you're a dick!

Well, what do we do?

It's easy to make these guys irreversible here, because that's going to par my enrollment.

"Can you let me go? You'll get wrinkles on your clothes."

"You bastard!

Sobacus pig waves at me to beat me up.

I guess I'll get beat up about one shot.

That way you can go to hell without worrying about these guys in self-defense.

"Stop it!

The girl came in to stop me, but the Sobacus pig punches me in the face without being able to stop the nearly shaken fist.

There is no pain or itching, such as a fist with no hips in it, but let's keep it painful for once.

"What the... Dear Dorothy!?

I guess Warner of the Marquis Brennan family means you call her after me, this girl.

"Aren't you cowardly surrounded by a large crowd and only one!

Warner of the Marquis Brennan family on the girl's sword screen. You guys were tajitaji and tried to leave the scene several times with your heads down.

"Are you running away without even apologizing for waving violence at this one, the big guy in your body there?

It's also a surreal diagram of a girl staring at a sovacious pig.

The sovacious pig leaves, staring at me and saying "I'm sorry," whispering just one word and throwing it away.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The girl, who was so willing to be called Dorothy, just hung up on me and walked away.

What, this is a pattern where you fall in love with me if you go with a temple, right?

He just hit me, but...

Well, I'm not interested in a true flat breasted girl.

Something stunned me!?

In the meantime, I would not be able to move properly around the time of practical skill because I had set a time bomb on the Sobacus pig.

Because I don't do anything warm to get beat up and keep it that way.

If they do, I'll do it back!

It's not a TV drama dialogue but it's a double return!

Then they called me again when I tried to leave the rest stop behind.

"You have courage. He hit me, but..."

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, little girl.

However, my breasts grow there, and my face has a Japanese cuteness.

Dark hair and dark eyes are not uncommon in this world.

Because many and dozens of Japanese Poi's have been summoned to say brave men, and if they are their descendants, they sometimes have dark hair and dark eyes.

"Until I said something else I thought. And then I didn't just get beat up."

"Huh, I'm Carla von Adachi. I'm sure I'll see you again when I'm enrolled in this Royal School of Magic, but I'll say hello to you, brave man."

My daughter's here!

"What are you, brave man?

"Even an idiot like that is a nobleman at first, and it is the brave (tentative) who can say normal things to such an idiot."

"I can call a nobleman an an idiot, an idiot. Aren't you a brave (tentative) man too?

"That's not true. I wouldn't call myself an idiot. Oh, you're starting a practical exam. Can you just tell me your name?

Oh, didn't you name it?

"I am Christoph von Brutozels. I'm the second son of the Brutozelles Border House."

When my name was over, the signal to start the practice exam rang, so Carla said "See you later" and ran away.

Well, do I go, too?

For once, the Brutozelles Border House will be called early because it is also a high nobility.

So, the first thing they called me was the girl they called Dorothy, the true flat in the chest who came in to stop me when the Sobacus pig hit me.

I saw it in the eyes of the psyche, and I was surprised! You're royal. I'm a third princess.

Princess Dorothy was called to one separate room and returned a few minutes later.

They say four exams will be graded by writing and activating a magic activation or a magic formation.

The next thing they called me was Warner from that stupid Bonn Marquis Brennan family.

Are you okay with me not being around?

Can you walk alone?

If I was thinking about something stupid, Stupid Bong would come home and my name would be called.

"Next up, Christoph von Brutzels, you."

Royalty, you mean me next to the Marquis idiot bong is the Borderline Uncle.

I wonder what the venue was with Zawa?

Oh, the silly bong surroundings look blue.

I guess so, too, because you beat me up at the Brutozelles Border House.

It's something I don't think Stupid Bong can help me with.

If I was walking outside the venue, Princess Dorothy would have seen the cancer, and Stupid Bong would have stunned me... ignore it!

Four examiners sat great in the back when they were put through to a separate room.

"Excuse me. Christoph von Brutozelles."

"Mr. Christoph, please stand in the center."

The youngest male examiner has instructed me to stand.

"I'm going to show you magic or magic now, Christoph. It's good for what you're good at, but if it's an attack system, let it go for your doll. There's an advanced defensive junction in this room, so do what you want."

"With all due respect, I don't think you can stand my offensive magic in advanced defensive junctions, because you're welcome?

"Ha, are you serious? Our proud master of defensive junctions. 'Cause it's okay."

Your face is laughing, but your eyes aren't laughing.

I think it would be a good idea for the elderly to do it right if the young go the wrong way, but the other three feel static.

"Ha, then let me do what I want"

In the meantime, I think it's going to be a big deal to have someone on the other side of the wall, so I'll check with my psychological eye.

It's not my fault you broke the building. You told me to do it.

Fire and water are going to end badly, so do you want to unleash the extraordinary magic 'Sun Ray' of light attributes?

"... Sun Ray"

Magic fell out of my palm, releasing a high-heat laser that focused the light high.

According to the dossier, it's superior magic that the old brave man used to specialize in, not range attack, but single-attack magic, and attack power is a magic of comparable power to kings.

However, it seems difficult to construct magic and is not often used.

Naturally, the defensive junction to an advanced degree could not prevent 'Sun Ray', so he broke the defensive junction, melted the rear wall, drilled a hole in the wall for three rooms, and drilled a hole in the school building.

This disturbance caused a sudden change in the test venue, and I was summoned to the principal's office.

"Do you have something to say?

"Yes, I complained that I couldn't stand my attack magic to the extent of advanced defensive boundaries, but as a result of the exam officer telling me to do it without ears to listen, I don't think I have a downfall."

"Well, the examiner..."

I think you should learn to think a little more thoughtfully, exam officers and teachers alike.

Anything is, but judging someone by their appearance alone can hurt you a lot, right?

Think of this as an educational expense for a young examiner.

I think he's the principal, but his dark hair has mixed gray hair and wrinkles on his face creating an atmosphere where he struggles.

Such a principal seems to be peeking into the face of an escort woman who stood behind me.

I'm guessing this woman checked my testimony because she was also at the test venue.

"Aye, okay, the examiner also had a (...) drop in this case, so I won't ask. You can go home."

I was impressed that the principal had his head when I left the principal's office.

This is how my entrance exam ended.