Fiona asked me on behalf of the girls when I asked them to be vigilant.
"... Father, are you going to be scared again?
"I won't."
and answer instantly. It was also to reassure my daughter, but it was also true.
Whatever happens, my daughter protects, it was the default future.
The next thing I've asked was harmonia.
"… am I being targeted again?"
I have no tension in my voice.
You seem to feel a burden the other day.
I regret that I put Fiona in danger because of myself.
He had those eyes.
I went to my daughter's best friend.
"I still don't know that, but it's not like Harmonia cares"
It is a fact. Harmonia was just a victim, and it was the perpetrator who had to be bad.
There is a pervasive theory of self-responsibility in the public that victims also have fallacies, but the market had decided that people shouting such arguments out loud were scumbags.
Has my word worked, Harmonia has asked me to get my expression back?
"As was the case last time, the killer was able to infiltrate the academy this time too often."
"It's not that hard."
and explain.
As you can see from the recent Harmonia raid, security at this college is pretty tight.
It is difficult to send a large army inside.
It's just not impossible to send people inside.
Because this huge college, on a little urban scale, is not the only one in and out of the college.
A vendor who brings things into the purchasing department.
A cook who cooks a meal in the dining room, a feeder who distributes it.
People who clean, repair and repair, all kinds of people come and go.
Regardless, ask a proper vendor to verify their identity, but you can't even scrutinize everyone's qualities.
Needless to say, there are limits to the security system.
One or two of the thieves can break in. It would be wiser or more realistic to think so. Therefore, I am letting my daughter and harmonia have the demon stone so that they can contact me at any time, or so that I can confirm my whereabouts, but I may have to let Isma have the demon stone as well.
Apparently the purpose of this raider is not Fiona or Harmonia, but Isma.
Why, when it comes to figuring it out, it's because the Spirit of the Woods figured out Isma was the one who set his aim.
The ends of the trees, the roots, when they were gutted out like creatures, became tentacles and attacked Isma.
The tentacles tangle on Isma's feet, spinning him 180 degrees and hoisting him in the air.
I thought I'd see my underwear round because I'm wearing a skirt, but unfortunately Isma was desperate to keep her skirt from wearing.
I can't figure out if I'm wearing a man's underwear or a woman's underwear.
I hear screams from the side when I'm sorry.
"Isma!"
Fiona and Harmonia screaming.
A friend of mine is in danger, so it's a natural reaction.
I cast the magic of Sickles to reassure them.
My magic, converted into slaughter, flew straight away and cleaved the branches of the tree relentlessly.
Isma, freed from the tentacles, naturally falls, but was never struck to the ground.
Because the moment I was about to be slapped on the ground, I cast the magic of Flight.
Isma's body, glowing blue and white, was free from gravity and floating puffy in the universe.
"Su, wow"
is the word of harmonia.
"If you're not a magician in the sage class, you can't unleash magic so flowing. Is Dr. Kite really a fourth class magician?"
Paperwork.
With that said, I put magic in my palm and drew Isma to this side of the universe.
It takes the form of a princess hug, even if it doesn't measure.
Isma dyeing her cheeks.
Some of the lightness of that weight made me look really like a girl, but someone complained.
"It's sloppy. I can't believe you're holding Isma as a princess."
"I would have done it to Harmonia the other day"
I tried to answer that, but I didn't have that time either.
Because a second line of tentacles came.
Without protesting any further, Harmonia unleashed wind magic, trying to sever her tentacles, but with her magic, she breaks a small periphery, so it seems to be the best she can do.
I started chanting spells when I entrusted my frightened Isma to Fiona.
Fiona never said "good luck, father," and was holding Isma's hand with both hands.
I was braving a trembling Isma.
Or maybe my daughter is the bravest person on this occasion.
The heart of caring for the other of her daughters was splendid without eyes.
With that in mind, I cast the magic of Wind Blade Storm.
I thought it would take that much more powerful magic to judge this amount of tentacles.
This magic is the magic that literally unleashes the blade of the wind like a storm.
Designated as curseless magic.
I couldn't speak to a wizard in line, and I was forbidden to teach.
Harmonia is also stunned.
"... I've never seen no curse magic"
I can't block my open mouth, I snap with that look.
"It's no longer amazing, and I don't believe the teacher is a fourth class sorcerer, but let me just say this"
and, if prefixed,
"Who the hell is the teacher?
and -.
"You've been here before. I'm just a magician for research fools. Besides, you're Fiona's father. That's everything to me."
So this is how you pay off the firepowder that comes down on your students.
When I snapped so in my heart, I tore my tentacles apart one after another.