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Shirley is in a strange mood these days. How good are you in a good mood, during cooking, bathing, in casual routines, to the point of playing a nose song if you realize it.
So what's the matter, and those who don't know her will say so. However, she would not normally do such a thing, but the upcoming events are something that Shirley looks forward to.
"Fourth Cinematograph...... Magic Processing, OK. Fifth Cinematograph................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... The Sixth Cinematograph…… is OK."
"Pea......"
"Oh, Rubeus. Bring the film you have on your shelf. Beryl is the magic catalyst there… yes, the mirror stone."
"………… Pea."
A subspace separated by several rooms that extends inside the magic prop Toolbox of the Brave. In one of the rooms, Shirley carefully performs such magical treatments as camouflage, sound insulation, and shading, one by one, with the projector installed on the tripod.
All of them are witchcraft machines designed to escape the eyes of others, the total number of which is as high as ten. It was purchased for this year, next year (…), and other events from savings that were too expensive and useless.
(Let's say we will fulfill last year's (...) snowflake. With this, you won't be able to take zero shots.)
Shirley will never forget the same period as last year, when the same event happened. I didn't have the projector itself at that time, and I handled the projector I borrowed from Martha with awkward technology, and as a result I was happy over and over again and feathered licking the bitter juice, but not since this year.
Since then, I have studied the projector and handled it with this hand many times. Shirley now has the confidence to manipulate too many projectors to hold individually like a sword.
"This is the year… This is the year to show my daughters' bravery at the sports event in the projector without one left."
"" Pi, pi……………… "
With a temper that seemed to see the burning fires behind him, even birds whose values were fundamentally different from those of humans were attached to Shirley, who made really stupid (as usual) remarks.
In the private schools of the bordering city, an event called an annual sports event is held. As with class visits, it is an event where parents can enter the school grounds with dignity and see how their children are doing, but athletic events can also be considered a kind of festival.
"Hehe... you shouldn't. Even though I still have a few days left, what I did doesn't stop me from feeling deviant."
And there's no way this Shirley's gonna miss that.
Even though, the sporting event is a busy festival event with a large number of parents and the children who are the main actors. Moreover, these events are more exciting for the audience (parents) than for the participants (students).
Shirley and I are no exception. Instead, with no expression on his face, he is so excited that one person is running ahead to a sporting event about three weeks ahead of him that no one has even talked about it very much yet.
"Come on, there's still something to do and do. I'm going to ask you to stay with me for a while to speed things up."
"" Pi ~ …… ""
And the result is this.
"Yes..." Shirley uses more and more treatment without realizing what it feels like to have two spiritual birds with an unpleasant or troublesome look on their face.
Normally (except with regard to my daughters) everything would be salaried, I couldn't defy the heat of Shirley, the contractor's parent, and Beryl and Rubeus enthusiastically attached Shirley to demonizing the projector.
"…… Hmm. In the meantime, this is how good the projector will be."
Has two hours already passed since the start of the work? Sophie and Tio continued to work at this rate shortly after going to school, and Beryl and Rubeus, accompanied by it, were relieved that they could finally rest.
"Now let's move on to checking where the projector is installed. You will also be entrusted with one projector at a time, so that you will remember to operate the entire system by the time of the sports event."
Shirley proclaims that by spreading the plans on the school premises.
Instead of getting ready, apparently, he's going to make the cinematographer remember like an animal spin by the day and help.
Beryl and Rubeus are bird figures, yet a kind of spirit whose intelligence is developed in human form. I can understand the humanities, and I can't operate the projector, but using the Spirit in this way would be as Shirley as anywhere else in the world.
"In the meantime, as I move between the projector and the projector I have installed everywhere, I will be raving about my daughters best angle. You guys are in the form of following the shutter opportunities I was about to miss..."
Shirley is so lively that she hasn't tried it yet. Even though it's easy for such a parent idiot, it's another hour to hang out reluctantly with Sophie and Tio in their faces. Shirley, who took the pocket watch out of her pocket, looks at the dial and the needle and nods one.
"... it's time to exterminate the area of demons. Let's keep it that way today."
Leaving that to go up the ladder and escort Shirley's back out of the Toolbox of the Brave, Beryl and Rubeus return to the birdhouse in the other room with a deep sigh.
Apparently they're still going to use the treatment after tomorrow. With such a hunch, the two wings saw the dried beans from the bait dish as they slept on the straw, causing a major defect.
Rent a Winged Dragon Riding Dragon (Rangitz) from the Alliance's Dragon House, and even today Shirley drives out too many demons.
Yumina said, "Um (...) Mr. Shirley actively contributed to the Alliance!" I was grateful to all the other officials, but it's really rude from the point of view of the person at hand.
"At all… what is that (...)"
The answer is probably… or, Shirley thinks that Shirley has no connection with being complained of because she has not violated the terms and conditions, although she continues to refuse the Alliance's request more than once, giving top priority to her daughter's circumstances.
(Still, that's what happens during busy times. I'd just like to spend more time getting ready if it's true)
Athletic events are too early for freshmen to do in the spring and too hot to do in the summer. Too cold to do it in winter on the contrary. So it's really convincing to do it in the fall, but when you think it overlaps with the time when demons become active, the world is really annoying.
(Considering the possibility of demons coming into the city on boulders, I have to devote some time to requests, too)
Demons come into the city. If that were to be athletic day, it wouldn't be a natural place to go, and most importantly, it would be a dangerous situation for Sophie and Tio.
In a tangible way, that's all the reason Shirley has been so aggressive in crusading demons lately. Nothing. I'm not defeating demons for the good of the world, for the good of the guild.
(Most of all, this is somewhat less onerous for being able to rely on the power of others)
For athletic events… Above all, for my daughter, the demons that could enter the city can be found by using the power of alien powers and carefully eradicated, but the motives are different. It's a thankful story that it's the same for other adventurers.
If the adventurer moves vigorously to match the demons, the demons will have difficulty getting into the city for that matter, and the crude chimps will have difficulty causing trouble every time. With that in mind, it may be said that it is the optimal solution to carry out the event at this time.
"In the meantime, let's drive around the neighborhood demons as far as possible today until 14: 00. After that, consult Martha about the contents of the lunch of the day…"
Extremely busy but still full of wonder. Shirley was usually in a good mood even on the road of annoying demonic exorcisms as she progressed through the autumnal winds.
Around that time, on the other hand, private school afternoon classes showed an unusually big buzz.
It turned into a regular morning class, and it was time to discuss the competition in each class.
There's no way the students won't be thrilled about the big event in the school that will be happening any longer, and the school building sounded more like a children's shout than usual.
"Then who's going to be the next bread-eating race?
"Yes, yes! I think Tio is good!
"It's the fastest leg, and Tio can wear it"
Saying so, the man standing in front of the blackboard...... Tio objected with a pioneering look to the female students curling up as teachers in Sophie and Tio's class.
"Hey...... maybe you're not going to let me participate in all the personal competitions, are you? The obstacle race is supposed to come out of me too..."
"Uh? But, Tio, you're the best athletic nerve in school."
If you can win, give out students who can win and take victory. That's not a mistake in itself, but if you go with that logic, Tio will be the feather of all the competition that allows sophomores to leave, including the overall competition.
That makes me tired and annoying. Tio asks his sister and the teacher to help him if he can.
"Well, well, everyone. That's gonna strain all Tio."
"That's right. Sports events are for everyone. There's a rule that allows everyone in the class to participate equally."
It is physically and externally problematic to allow only one student to compete in a personal competition on a boulder. To the classmates, who had to be silenced when they said that, the teacher coughed to relieve herself before proceeding.
"Well, for now, as Tio does the obstacle race for the highest-scoring individual competition, other individual competitions...... does anyone want to go out on this?
Consultations are then digested smoothly. Originally, it's not such a difficult agenda to navigate. You just have to have someone confident in a competition that matches your abilities, and if you can't get your hands on it, you can take the means of recommending others.
"Then the last hundred-meter relay. Anybody want to go out on this? Maximum capacity is four."
"Yes."
"I'm out!
And the last personal competition, the 100-meter relay. Five hands went up in the classroom when I recruited that participant.
One of them is Sophie. Among the remaining four, he was Marco, the student with the loudest body and voice in the class and influence over other male students… the so-called Kid Admiral.