Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～ (WN)

(We're talking about Ronnie getting a job at Pameladia.

I worked for the prestigious Earl Pameladia family two years early.

I, Ronnie Ellis, work for Lady Cordelia. Why did this happen? I think so, but it's not like I don't like this position. By getting a job from Lady Ning Lo, she escaped from the analysis building, which is the nest of female magicians, and turned it into my personal lab (which, if I realized it, should be the second private room. Am I okay with this condition?) You are welcome to cage me. I guess all the sorcerer's sisters are beautiful and generally tense, but the lowest end of the spectrum is to treat me like a small-timer. I couldn't believe I woke up at first sight in 0.5 seconds. By the way, there are currently six magicians in total affiliated with Pameladia, and apart from me, there is only one magnificent man who serves as deputy director. All the rest is your sister Sama. I am your sister Sama, even at an old age. They were terribly disappointed when I decided to get a job. Apparently the junior had a good woman: 'If I were a girl, I'd be adorable and want to have cake with you!' What an eight-win.... 'Buy me a cake, but I won't take your share' and I think it's a very big difference from me being used for parsley. I wanted to be born a woman, too. Or I want juniors soon. With a man, if possible. If she is a woman, she will continue to parsley. I think the guy is definitely a good junior because if he's a man, Pasilli can also be shared half at a time.

Oh, of course I'm not only glad to be able to get away from my sister Sama for the reason that I'm happy to get the lady a job...

It is easy to understand the work that the lady will give you. "Do that," "do this," and there's hardly a "guess." Well, maybe it's because sometimes you're trying to experiment that the lady herself can't even guess.

But I don't think I could even imagine taking such a lady's assistant position, or me serving the Pamela family in the first place, three years ago.

I was originally a demon mentor from the National School of Magic. I didn't have a good field or a specialty, but for once the major was analytical magic. In the same period of grades, he has completed the chair by specialty and the third seat and good grades as an overall assessment. Wouldn't that be brilliant? My parents are a merchant based in the port town south of Wangdu, and I'm the three boys in that house. But I didn't have any sense of business rush behind my parents' business. I realized that when I was about fourteen years old, but given that my parents and brothers had been told, "What, there are other paths than business," I think that maybe I had seen from a very young age that I had no business talent, except for me.

I didn't even want to work as a merchant. When I realized I had no business talent, I thought, "Well, let's go to Wangdu." I thought so for vague reasons that something interesting might happen because it would be busy, but then I need a reason to tell my parents even after that. That's where I came up with my admission to the School of Magic.

Originally I was a mutant magician, and I had a lot more magic than a normal human being. That's why they used to call me when I moved the big magic tools we had, but then I finally said, "Hey, I'm a magician. How magical can you be? I realized." My parents, who were worried about the 10% and my future, said, "I'm going to take a little sorcery school," applauded my words and sent me off.

The School of Magic is a National Army training school for magicians. The course is two years and the tuition and living expenses are basically free. In the first six months he consolidates basic witchcraft and lays the foundation for his specialty in the remaining year and a half. After graduation, you will have to work in the army's magician unit for more than ten years, and you will have to pay tuition while you are in school unless you are admitted to it by military council for less than ten years. I can only admit that it's incurable. By the way, magicians are quite well paid, but that tuition is worth about ten years. It's very expensive. Besides paying for it, the eyes of surveillance seem to stick around for life, with exceptions. - This is tight.

Well, maybe if you don't, the military will be in trouble too.

But normally, I understand that and enroll in school, so I don't think there are many people like me who think it's tight. Huh?... That's right, I wasn't normal. It wasn't until after school that I found out about it. I passed the entrance exam knowing nothing but that the college was free!!

So I was also terribly surprised when I found out that the majority of college students were aristocrats after school. If you think about it carefully, magic quantity and qualities are genetic elements, so it was obvious that equals nobility retained high magic power. So when I grew up as a common man, I immediately floated. It also became famous. I can't possibly understand the implicit rules of nobility that are not in the rules. So I couldn't quite understand what was causing it to float - but fortunately I never said I could be frustrated from the front (there were enough things to get coughed up), and the class was interesting, so I didn't have to worry about it.

Except for the fact that it floats because it's a college with a full dorm system and restrictions on going out, it was a tough, cramped school for me.

But I was in a hurry when I finally found out in two years that enlistment in the army was supposed to be a prerequisite.

I've been living such a cramped life for ten years now!... I cannot accept it at all. How dare you say you came to Wangdu in search of inspiration!

I thought so. I asked the instructor in charge if there was a legitimate way out. Seriously, it was funny.

Normally, with something like that, the system would collapse in the first place.

But... there it is. Or so it seems, this was also natural knowledge around.

"If you really have trouble going to the army, you can choose the path to serve the nobility"

Yes, the instructor in charge lowered his brow and told me.

Apparently some leading aristocrats in this country are allowed to hire magicians as soon as they graduate from college. Those hired can pay tuition if they can get a job in that nobleman's house, and besides the fact that the employer is responsible when the sorcerer does something, I can't even notice the surveillance. Originally it seemed to be a "system for the great by the great" that wanted the child to remember magic but not to be put on military duty, and there seems to be such a system with its remnants. By the way, the house is only about ten aristocrats who were very dedicated at the time of the establishment of the College. Well, now they recognize that I won't bother to enroll them in college because I teach them all sorts of things, including secrets, in each house. So it just seems to stay in the form of a system and just be a system to hire in.

But the facts and history are none of my business. It's just good news.

Quickly I saw the magician's recruiting card. Even if there are ten or so houses of permitted aristocracy, each house is not recruited annually. So they expect the application to be quite contentious. But you can't lose. The house of a formatted aristocrat seems to be really tough, but it would be better than the army. Besides, if you're going to work, you won't be seeing your nobles soon, and you won't have to be so afraid. That's who I thought I was - but I dropped my eyes on the list and once I was desperate.

Oh, my God, because there were only two recruits that year.

When I heard it later, there were two frames, so I said it was normal, but it was shocking to me at that time.

One is the Count family called Clyde Raine. They're looking for an all-rounder magician who can do anything, though the main job is on pharmacology. The majors are different, but I think I'm handling the all-rounder because it's a pretty good overall score. There may not be anything I can do.

The other is the Earl's house called Pameladia. It says analytics in the job title. And other than that, it only says "Recruitment Exams: Interviews" and then the exam date and reception time. It's a recruitment card that I don't know if it's easy to understand or hard to understand.

I was worried. I've only heard the names of both houses.

I also think one of them was the family name of the person who won the horse game at the end of last year - so I'm not sure which one it was either. I know you do interviews, but what do you do for analysis?

Should I try applying for both of these and go to the recipient? Yes, I thought so, but I realized that Pamela's recruitment deadline was by today. Oh, today?! Besides, I was surprised because I said the place was the backyard of the college. We only have a few moments before the reception ends......!

It was too sudden, but the card didn't say anything about it, so why don't you just go...? And even though it was gratuitous, I thought. I'm not ready for anything, but maybe if I go, I can take it. Even if you say you can't apply, it might be a good reference to take another exam.

Yes, it fell!

I headed there in such a light mood - I was stunned.

A glimpse of his face in the backyard of the venue, where he did it, a man of great temper and stature, and a student of the college were crossing swords. What, a sword? Why is that?

I didn't know why, but I couldn't move and I watched.

Students are trying to respond, but the opponent doesn't move a single step from the spot, just to the extent that he moves somewhat of the sword placed on his left hand... and bounced off the student's sword before so much time stood.

"You're undertrained."

The student, who was told to do so by the man, thanked him deeply and left the spot intact. He sure wasn't the # 1 overall guy. I forgot my name because the majors are different.

A man called out to me thinking about it.

"Are you a job seeker, too?

"Oh, yes!

... Apparently, he's the Pameladia interviewer. Seriously. He's got red eyes. This guy's strong or something. He's beyond that level. Is this what it's like to be stared at by a snake?

When the man glanced at me, he picked up the sword the student had been bounced off earlier and threw at me.

To?

"An interview. Stand up."

"Yes!?

What is this martial arts!? A man cuts me off without explaining to me. Why!?

But it didn't matter what I thought. There was no way a man could explain it. Jokes are off, too. Tell me! I don't do swordsmanship in magic school!!

I've only done it as a kid, playing swordsmanship with wooden sticks, equipping Osama with such temperament... I can't do it! Definitely!!

Though I think so, I take Osama's sword moves with a piece of paper, but I don't see any room for this kind of counterattack.

(That sucks. You're so poor!! We need to do something......!!

But I noticed one thing there.

What am I supposed to think? and.

(No, nothing. Definitely means this Osama is out of hand...?

The temper is tremendous, and if you lose your mind, you're going to get killed. I think so, but somewhere I think, 'Is this what a teacher looks like when he sees his disciples working out'?

This is an interview. It's not a fight. And the meaning that gives you enough room to make an exchange.

(That means this is it!!

I managed to fly back and distance myself once with a blow all over my body.

If you're craving an analytical magician - I thought so. I wrapped the magic in me all over my body at once.

It won't last long in a lot of places anyway. This one's at a disadvantage if we don't end it in a short-term showdown. So I did my best to use my magic - and I realized it.

(... what, isn't this easier than the college practice exam?)

I realized I had poured all my magic into my sword, and then packed my distance from the man again.

The sword to be swung down is terribly fast, and I may not be able to take it with my own sword. But if the tip of the sword is Osama's sword, that's all I win.

"Whoa!!

With that sword, which was swept all over his body, Osama's sword was lost wrapped around the light.

And Osama said, without surprise, "Correct" with no expression. I was weak.

"I'm just letting my free knitted twat wrap up with elementary illusion and magic... it's against the rules."

The sword I had in the first place wasn't metal either, it was just a magic fiction applied to the bamboo.

Anyway, if you're serious about knitted magic, all you get is a sigh of sigh to wonder if you fought this blinding level of elementary magic.

"What is it? It's not" Liar Day. "Please don't call me dodgy or anything. Are you a prank boy?"

"I told you it was an interview"

"He said he didn't hear about the practical exams or anything. And awesome - I'm scared..."

Even if I just remember, I'm going to tremble. I can only think of horrible things that seem to carry a lion or act as a gatekeeper of hell somehow. He is a man who seems completely immobile no matter what he says.

What's your specialty?

"It's analytical magic. Oh, my heart's still bugging me"

"... that's a lot of unusual language"

"Oh, I'm not noble."

"I would know that if I watched"

"Oh, you know what I mean?!... you wouldn't know it if you talked like this."

I turned again to Osama, who cuts back calmly.

I make fun of ordinary people because I'm a noble interviewer - it doesn't look like much.

He just looks at me uncommonly.... Something This makes me uncomfortable. Yes, Osama will ask again where I think he is.

"Ning, look at me. Don't you see?"

"Heh? You must be the interviewer, right?

"My name is Elvis Pameladia."

A name I've heard of... No, it's a family name.

I don't know who Elvis is, Pameladia. Where am I interviewing?

I mean... this guy's pretty old. Right. That mean, that?

"... Count?

"Oh."

"Oh, are you serious!

The interviewer didn't ask about your master or anything!!

No, well, it costs a lot of money, so it may be natural when it comes to it!!

But I shouted in surprise. I hurried and put my hand in my mouth. You don't lie in this stream......!

"No, I'm sorry. Suddenly!"

"... what's your name"

"Sorry Smitty, you didn't name me...! Me, no, my name is Ronnie Ellis......!

"I don't take anything else and eat it. Don't be scared."

I couldn't stop sweating on my back at the Count who looked frightened.

I thought it was easier than a practice exam. Where have I been, me, Cumbuck?

But the trouble is, my normal mind doesn't come back.... I don't think I have a choice. I'd like to wear a cat in front of Heavy Town anyway. Besides, he's the other interviewer. But... well, it seems like my haste has nothing to do with the Count.

"You're in the west...... no, you're from the south?

"Huh? Yeah...... eh?

"Sorry, I was just wondering because it was a rare pronunciation"

"Yes......?

I think it's a rare pronunciation if you're in King's Capital. I don't know where Pamela's territory is, but it wasn't in the south. And I was a little surprised to hear what you were saying. Noblemen basically use beautiful words. That's why I rarely hear of it. Yet the Count can be told the truth. Even my stubbornness fades a lot in this place. That's what surprised me.

"Sometimes when you're on a mission, you go to territory. You got a problem with that?

"That's especially"

"Right."

That's how the Count moved his fingers - a servant who supposedly held back beside him? summoned.

"Paperwork."

"Huh."

"And then there's the book"

"Wow, heavy..."

The Count gave it to me lightly, but three books like the dictionary weigh more than I thought.

I have some fine writing from the cover, but here it is. Besides, the title is "Dangerous Drugs Explanatory Manual" and "Natural Poisons and Synthesis"... I don't see the other one, but it's probably like it was.

Oh, what is this!? Even the content is heavy!!

"Read it before you graduate"

"Tell me to read it... eh, I pass!?

"... you don't want it?

"No, no, I'm going!! I'll go...... but me, is this okay? Normally, it's always like this."

Too much of a question now, but I don't know why I passed.

No, I did manage to clear my practical skills! But what I thought now was more now for the Count.

"Can you fix years of scum now with more care? From what I've seen, you seem to be the kind of person who keeps his mouth shut about what he thinks."

"... there is no objection"

"At least I don't care what the magician says. If you notice the signs and magic of an assassin and you're good at analytics, that's fine."

"Oh, Am I... Th...?

I heard some very disturbing words. Paired with the noisy titled book in my hand, I said, "Uh, what's going to happen to me?" The strange anxiety came to pass.

But, well, I stopped worrying about being in the army when I was supposed to serve at Pameladia's house. Clyde Raine's application card, which I thought I would take at first, ended up throwing away. Afterwards I'm afraid to take one even though it's decided on one side. One of the first joint petitions presupposed falling.... I can't even think about taking both. I mean, Pamela, is it good at the time you receive it? I'd really like to say this.

I told my family I was going to serve the Count's house, not the military, just before graduation.

My parents delighted me more than at school. They told me to teach you to get involved in business if you need anything... Parents, have you forgotten that I have no business talent before confidentiality? By the way, I said I graduated third overall, but only the word "hmm" came back for that. First place by major. You're a family I wouldn't be interested in if you weren't involved in the money. Seriously...!

In the end, I didn't have to read three assignment books until I graduated, and I still have about forty books in my room after two years of that time.... I only noticed this with my eyes on the title when it was given to me, but it's quite expensive and valuable. And some of them aren't, but most of them are still about poison.

And when I actually got a job, I figured it out - that poisoning really exists.

"There's no way to throw poison into your mansion... is it indiscriminate murder Hi"

"Ronnie, you're good here, so call Linda and Amer."

"Huh."

When I handed over the man I had seized behind the mansion to your sister Sama, I went straight to get another sister Sama. Yeah, until I got a job here, I was freaked out about being given such a book, and I almost suspected that the inner count would poison people or something. Excuse me, Count, but I think the Count who handed me those books without explanation is also the Count. There's no explanation, Count!! I haven't seen your face since I got the job, but the Count sounds busy...... not!!

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. My job is to detect the signs of a suspicious person, make that seizure, or, if something bad has already been thrown in, analyze it from a distance, and disassemble it by magic. "If you fail, you will die, even if you survive, if another human being dies because of your mistakes," he threatened the Sorcerer on the first day, but I managed to live today. I ran into him a few times when I was dying. It is a dangerously workplace.

But the exorcism of the suspicious is important, and I'm not going to make any more noise about this than I gained military evasion. As is often the case, it's not every day. Whatever it takes to be raided, by and large, Pameladia's house doesn't look like an evil-working nobleman. So I don't think you hate the job of identifying suspicious people as analysts for that escort.

I looked into Pameladia because it was a house to serve before graduation, but there are no particular weird rumors. Pretty deep in history...... that's the kind of knight lineage that played a part in the founding of the country, with excellent magic skills. The magic system is probably an amplification of the magic power of the object. The bamboo used at the time of the exam… Though the sword was hung with a simple illusion that was easy to see through, it must have stood the Count's blow because it enhanced the solidity of the tree.... and I was guessing that since I actually started serving, apparently the essence of Pamela's magic is that it's a rough business to temporarily increase my muscle strength and my magic with magic. It seems like it's like a by-product to say that you use magic against other objects.... Even though it is a by-product, there is unlikely to be a prototype of poison that your sons bring to request analysis. What do you use this poison all over your magic - even if you want to hear it, you can't ask it. Yeah, I'm sure he needs it because he's going on a demon crusade, and I'm sure he will. If you use it on people, you'll die instantly, because it's a drug that's strong enough to show up every time. - But, well, somehow I was afraid this was a prestigious strength.

By the time I graduated, by the way, I tried to acquire a word that I could speak even in front of the nobles, but it still didn't seem to suit me. I still use proper respect. Whatever Count said directly to me that you don't mind, I tried to use a proper salute for your son for once - hi. I couldn't. I don't know what to say. I think it's a little better than when I was a student, but apparently I'm even saying things I don't have to say. I can blame the Sorcerer for that, but it doesn't look like the Count's son cares just to be told something pale (both seem pretty busy. I don't think I have time for this), but I don't see any old ladies. So there's no incentive to fundamentally fix the language - for some reason I was surprised to hear from the Sorcerer that your young lady had nominated me as an analyst. No, I've been in charge of your brother's analysis, but I didn't bring that to me, because I happened to be the one who was there at the time... and I'm still new here, too, excellent within the college sync. I was surprised, but I was disappointed when Othi said, "Because you're the youngest." There's no way they'd say, "Because you saw my qualities." Besides, what did you expect from an eight-year-old? Me.

But this lady, she's beyond my imagination.

What a lady you were when my eight-year-old was playing with empty boxes of loads and getting pissed off. A pile of books. Wow. What do you do when you read a lot of geography books? When I was first invited to the lady's greenhouse, I was surprised by the number of books spread out on that table.

It's a lot of specialty books that the common people can't have, but they're reading at an age when the common people can't.

The lady seems to want to make fragrance oil from grass flowers and is now encouraged to refine essential oils.

I'm helping you with that. I'm honestly not interested in scents or anything, I'm just interested in new things, but I think it's kind of fun. It's unusual to work on something that's not poisonous. And then I can feel like I've got a little distant sister of a handy year.

But, Miss Cordelia.

Let me just say one thing.

"Ronnie. There's a story about a little kid using magic in the city that looks a lot like Pameladia's magic element. What do you think?

Yes, Master Cordelia. Me, I want to say it so bad.

It's a great fun day, but please, let me just say one thing.

Count now in front of me, I'm a few times scarier than I was at that day's interview......!! Help me lady!!! Seriously, please help me lady!!

Because if the lady doesn't listen to me, I will!!!

So it's nice to swing around but just be a good kid please!!!

[Ronnie Ellis]

It's about time I wanted her, but I think if I saw a coworker, I'd be scared of a woman. Nineteen (at the time of this edition).

Enrollment in the School of Magic is fifteen and employment is seventeen. Basically, I don't like tough things. But I like analytics.

When I was in school, I was # 1 by major and # 3 overall because of the slightly diminutive practical results of collaborative magic.

(Because it was difficult to communicate with the nobles)