Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

"Um... I'm so glad you're here today."

"You stink, lady! Celebrate Jack and the Prince's ascent!

"Huh? Oh, uh... or kanpai!

Cheers! and my voice overlapped.

The flowers of chatter bloom there, and the space fills with hustle and bustle.

I hold a mag with fruit juice and watch people chat.

"What is this number..."

If someone in the class gets promoted or promoted, it's our custom for everyone to celebrate it.

So it became a carriage held in the dorm courtyard as usual tonight after the Exhibition Match as well......

By the time I realized it, the participants had swelled to dozens of sizes.

"Where did you hear that from, these guys..."

"Well, there's been a time when people get caught smelling meat."

Elvis, the other guest of honor, had the same grin that he said he had no choice.

"It's pretty potent weather for being threatened scattered when you start school, this school. Aren't you partying every time?

"Well, see, that's it. I hope you're enjoying the party purely because, guys, we can only do it here."

...... ahhh.

I'm tired of social parties.

Noble Bombon also has a hard time.

"Ji-kun! I got the garlic.

Phil rushes over with the dish in both hands.

I could see Elvis stiffening his body with a pique.

"Oh, Mr. Ki-yu."

"Huh. Ascending, Ji-kun."

"Half of it is your feat, isn't it? I'm doing it in a combination."

"Huh? Then I wonder if you want a reward."

"All right, all right."

"Eh heh.... ah! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Phil, who is eleven years old, has come to appeal to the mysterious self-esteem.

You mean it's just a little less chocolate?

I'm happy as far as I'm concerned because I don't kiss in public anymore.

"Oh, yeah. Elvis, too. Oh, my God! Yes meat."

"Ugh, yeah...... Oh, thanks......"

Elvis receives a meat mounted take-up dish in a squeaky motion.

Phil didn't realize how it was, and he was smiling - laughing.

Elvis' feelings are no longer a well-known fact in the Battle S class.

Neither do I.

It's more of a relief because it's one of Elvis' few year-to-year parts.

Well, that's how I can afford to be stuck, because Phil himself hasn't dealt with me enough to do me and feel sorry for me.

Of course, if you get aggressive, I'll kill you, modestly.

When I thought I heard a familiar voice from the crowd, Azelea and Ruby were walking this way.

"- Already! Ruby! How come I'm always the executive!?

"No, look, that's it. You're the most popular, after all."

"What...? Oh, yeah?

"Yes, yes! Only a lady can count on you!"

"Well, if that's the case, you can't help it!

"You understand me! One thing, by the way, in anticipation of that desire..."

When Ruby tried to take on some disturbing deal.

Ogi-like lengths appeared all the way behind them.

"Keep it that way, Bergson"

"Hmm? What the heck, Woodpuppet, get in the way - hia!?

Gawayne lifted Ruby a little with one hand.

What a cute scream now.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get him down, you son of a bitch!

"If you stop involving your classmates in disturbing plans, I'll drop you off."

"Okay! Because I get it! Stop lifting me like a cat. - Whoa!

Ruby's feet float about thirty centimeters from the ground.

That and this, because Gawayne is big.

"How many centimeters did he say now?

"What? Oh, oh, Mr. Gawayne? He's over 170 centimeters."

"Whoa..."

Repentance does not spring up in shards either.

We're all still 140 centimeters out there.

170 centimeters.

You're in high school.

Gawayne brought Ruby down to the ground,

"Sorry, Austin. Always pushing me into trouble."

"Huh? No, no, I don't mind! It's the only thing I can ask for!

Azelea stretching her chest.

... He's the kind of guy who gets hooked on a bad guy.

Gawayne also had a much more patient face to say something.

All three of them come to us.

Azelea is the best,

"Happy ascent, Jack. I'll tell you for once."

"Thank you. Come on up, you too."

"You don't have to tell me. I'm going up! I just can't help but want to get out of that league! Whatever! What the fuck!

I was suddenly starting to get angry with Azelea, but I know exactly how that feels.

"First degree..."

"Grade one..."

Me and Elvis, who are all together and far-sighted.

Now with Azelea, Ruby and Gawayne is a first-level league.

This league, in short, is hell.

This is where the deceased live.

Whatever, graduation requirements are earned in the first place.

In other words, the first level league is one step ahead of graduation.

It's a human nest fighting its way through life, so it's not desperate like the rest of the league.

As a result, harassment, mental attacks, bribery, threats, off-site brawls, etosetra, anything, had been turned into an ant enchantment.

Even me and Elvis when we were on the ride deciding to get promoted from the first semester after school, enough to eat a stop once.

"I'm rather easy to do, though. You don't have to shy away from anything like that."

"... I want to fall out next time. Before I could let anything more disappoint me about being a spiritual magician..."

"Yeah. It's important to have a strong heart, Mr. Gawayne"

"Ha. Advice. Painful, Your Highness"

As a matter of fact, I feel mentally trained in the first level league.

Hats off if this is also the calculation of the Dean of the College.

"No, he's a prince. Did you hear that in advance? College Director's Arr."

Just as the college director thing was passing the back of my brain, today's best topic popped up.

Return of the title of 'Spirit King'.

It is a declaration that in the next Spiritual King Battle, we will decide on a new Spiritual King - the most powerful spiritual magician.

"Oh, yeah. Not as a contestant, but a bit as a royal."

"What the hell. You were just out of shape, and you were moving all the way back there."

"That's right. I don't think it's a good idea for the dean to make up his mind."

"Am I? Am I?

"Of course I do! Assuming it's a title named 'King'!

Azelea said excitedly.

The title of the Spirit King, if I may say so, is only proof of combat power.

On the other hand, however, there is a trend in this country where reputation as a spiritual artist also affects the ability to speak in aristocratic societies and hence in national politics.

The change in the Spirit King means that the political balance of power, which has remained unchanged for 32 years, can be fundamentally reconstituted.

It would be natural to go through the conversation in advance of each other.

"Just for the record... this year's Spirit King fight will be pretty rough"

With a slightly more serious voice, Prince Elvis told him so.

"Until now, the Dean of the Academy has kept himself absolutely neutral as the Spirit King, so as not to confer on any political force. There are many leading aristocrats who thought it was teething.

With the backup of those people, there should be a bunch of fierce guys out there who don't usually come out.

I will compete with royal prestige. [M]

Mr. Azelea and Mr. Gawayne, and Jack, should hear from their parents soon.

Although you're a student, you're more likely to get a "King of Spirits" tag. "

While we squeezed our faces together, only Ruby laughed with ease.

"Nice. Noble Sama is. That's funny."

"No, maybe Mr. Ruby isn't another HR. Bergson Eight-stage always sends his disciples in when this happens."

"Uh... that's what Jizzy's going to do. But, you know, the usual harassment anyway, right? Take it easy. Nah Phil!"

Ruby turned his arm around Phil's shoulder, the only civilian companion on this occasion.

but Phil doesn't respond.

"... Am I? Phil?"

"Eh heh. Wife of the Spirit King."

Phil put his hand on his cheek and twisted happily.

"... Hey Jack. I'm assuming you win already."

"You are..."

"Dull. You have to live up to your expectations!

Azelea just stirs up here.

but I'll do my best......

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"Jack, hey"

On the way to the party, just a few moments out of hand, Elvis called me in.

Away from the crowd and feeling a little distant from the hustle and bustle, I urge Elvis to talk.

"I'll tell you straight in."

"Oh. What?

"Among the nobles moving towards the acquisition of the new Spirit King is Lavinia Fitzherbert"

……

I barely contained the upset.

It's not good to be weird with other guys here.

"When I say Lavinia Fitzherbert..."

"Yes, three years ago, a bandit you and Mr. Filine crushed was trying to sell off the children you grabbed. The Marquis is an evil hobby, rumored to love her in the mansion when she buys a child who is unhappy with her body."

Elvis' voice was calm, but I found it obvious that he despised Lavinia.

It is extremely unusual for a temperate Elvis to seep through such an attitude.

"Indeed, the Marquis Fitzherbert family is from the Senate for generations. It is one of the few super upper classes that can be exported directly to national politics. What are you going to do with the Spirit King on hand..."

"I don't know, that's not true. More importantly, the Marquis Fitzherbert himself will be coming out of that" sleeper house "for the Spirit King."

"... coming out? Is it that important to get out of the house?

"It matters. We have never been able to punish Lavinia Fitzherbert, knowing with almost certainty her evil deeds.

That's because everything is happening inside the Fitzherbert family mansion - the 'sleeping quarters' "

…… Really? The senator's residence is territorial... "

Beginning with the senators of the Senate, there are many nobles who are not given territory by the provinces and reside in the Wang capital.

Such aristocratic residences treat the premises as the territory of their aristocracy.

And.

All judicial power over crimes committed in the Territory shall be vested in the Lords.

In other words, whatever is being done on the property of the residence, the King has no right to blame it.

Even if it was the people of the King's capital or another territory who were being harmed.

"We've been following the shadow of Bifronce for two and a half years."

I nodded.

"Bifronce".

Unidentified dark broker.

He's the one who might have attacked me and Phil through the bandit The Crimson Cat.

"The shortest route to do this is to get information from Lavinia Fitzherbert, who seems to have a connection with 'Bifronce'. … but until now, I have not been able to create the opportunity"

"I have no choice. His opponent is a senator. Even royalty can't really stimulate them."

"Yeah. That's why I need an excuse. Root digging, leaf digging, excuses to ask."

... I'm getting what I'm trying to say.

"You mean the next Spirit King fight is that chance? The moment Lavinia Fitzherbert walks out of her mansion - out of the safe zone, you're soulful of me to arrest her for something else and pull her figure, aren't you?

"That sort of thing. That way we can get information about Bifrons, and we can help the children because they lose control of their stay in detention."

"Does that work? It's a premise operation to commit a crime outside the inn, isn't it?

"Of course, this is how we talk because we have athe"

Elvis lurked his voice more.

"(... you know casinos are forbidden in Wangdu, right?

"(Oh. Rather than casinos, gambling is not allowed at all. I've also heard rumors that there's a back casino somewhere...)"

"(Yes. I do, back casino. It's only in this college during the summer.)"

... to this college?

Only during the summer......

"(... are there people who are making bets in the Spirit King battle?

"(You can predict, right? That's what happened when you and I first fought)"

The thrill of that time was that I set it up as part of an operation, but I did hear from Phil and Ruby that there were people who were making bets.

"(It was like playing then, but the Spirit King's is more deeply rooted. At any rate, some senior aristocrats co-sponsor it. Part of the college, as well as the Spiritualist Guild hosted by Spiritual King's War, naturally chews one. Only during the summer, a hell of a lot of money moves in this casino)"

"(... you want me to stick with that? Lavinia, to get one?

Elvis nods with a strange face.

"(It is the nobility of the democracies that are partitioning the Spiritual King's War gambling - that is, the faction that thinks about transferring power from our royalty. If I, the royalty, attack there, I will naturally be in a state of political civil strife)"

"(Then what? You're letting someone else play the executive role?

"(I can't do that. Decency is only a matter of duly fulfilling the laws of the King's Capital until it is full. I can't leave it to anyone but us royalty who have the right to trial)"

"(Then I mean I'm prepared for the aristocracy to be a mess or a mess - oh well)"

Speaking for myself, I understood.

"(It's the same thing to be a tear away. Because a new spiritual king is born...)"

"(Yes. As long as there is a brocade flag called the Spirit King, they won't complain about the extent to which they crushed the playground. This title has so much power)"

Elvis lifts his mouth slightly.

"(I'm in the middle of rooting for royalist nobility right now. If anyone in the faction gets the title of Spirit King, let's all work together)"

"(... that, I guess, democrats do it too)"

"(Of course. So -)"

Elvis' eyes lit a glimmer of seriousness.

"(- This year's Battle of the Spirit King will be a proxy war between us royalists and democracies including Lavinia Fitzherbert)"

Surrogate war.

The heavily sounding word sank into the bottom of my belly.

"(... then I still have to brush my arms. its proxy warfare and to do so, so that we can contribute a little)"

"(Right.... but before I do, I have one problem)"

"(Problem?

"(rooting for the royalists hasn't gone very smoothly)"

I frowned.

"(Why? If someone takes the Spirit King, we're just talking about working together, right?

"(Attacking a democratic casino. If you do that on your own with a cooperative attitude, you will enter into a later relationship. We have to cooperate or remain silent here first)"

It's a hassle.

Even that father, I think, usually does such a troublesome job, some respect sprouts up.

"(I need another push. Let them step into a confrontation with the democrats, another push)"

"(Do you have Ate?

"(Yeah. This is also why I have spoken to you now. Because this is something we can only do)"

And Elvis told him, like it was nothing.

"(Mr. Jack. With me, will you be a slave?