Absence of students due to ill health did not affect only two tripods. One of Sophie and Tio's two classmates, who would be in the infirmary by now, was a contestant for the final competition, the 400-meter relay, which brought out four runners each from the sophomore red and white groups, ran a circularly drawn 100-meter course with a baton and entrusted it to the next runner.
Closing a fancy event that doesn't seem like a local school event is competing for the speed of running through a plain flat… and filling the missing vacancy inevitably became the fastest tio.
The score difference between the two groups is slightly different and the white group prevails. But if the Reds win this final competition, they win the reversal. Of course the protagonists, the students, the adventurers who were caught by the objects and showed up with the scarecrow, also have to watch them quietly swallow their solids.
'Then this is the last time you cry or laugh! We'll start the final competition, the 400m relay! About contestant placement!
The first runner in the red group is Sophie. Shirley acquiesces in Sophie's admiration for creating a small protrusion of brittle soil in local attribute magic to float her own heels and create advantages when she makes the start dash to kick up the ground with the signal of initiation. It's not against the rules, and it's like Oyama, who created just a light serving of dirt. The difference in walking power from the white group of runners is no different, to the extent that Sophie is running first for one body.
The batons were entrusted to the second runner almost at the same time as they were, running at the same speed as each other, but just before the third runner was about to be handed a red set of batons -
"Whew!?
A red group of runners who stepped on it after their shoelaces broke and rolled on the ground with the momentum they ran at full speed. As it was, the baton also rolled to the viewer's side.
It had already made a huge difference when it got up in a hurry and received the baton handed to the audience, and the victory of the white group was no longer nearly certain. From the red group there was a simultaneous voice of discouragement, and the students who fell still looked like they were going to cry, but the classmates heard from the field...... they were pushed and moved by Marco's howling body that nearly lost its temper.
"Idiot! Just run! Give it to Tio and he'll figure it out - but!!
Surprisingly, an unexpected word. While Sophies opens their eyes to surprise at the kind of words that put hope in one of those hostile twins, the power returns to the eyes of the second and third runners in the red group who are about to give up the battle.
"Sorry! And please!
Hurry and pass the baton to the third runner, and the red baton packs a short distance to the white baton. Still, when the white set of batons were handed over to the final runner, the white set also had the fastest legged students at the end, in addition to the nearly twenty meters difference. Even as the third runner tries to entrust the baton to Tio, the distance he has narrowed will open again.
"Tio!"
"Mm-hmm. I'll take care of the rest."
The moment Tio receives the baton, he packs his distance from the white group at a fierce speed. Inevitably, Shirley can't get her hands off the projector either.
White group runners will be feeling tremendous pressure from behind by now. If this was a competition running fifty meters per person, the story would have been different, but the length of one hundred meters gave Tio time to reverse it... so much so that it makes him think that Tio is faster to focus only on running than the obstacle race for the flat ground minutes.
(Just a little more, not enough distance......!
But the difference in distance caused by the fall is not filled by natural talent alone. That's almost it, the other's back and the goal tape are looming. Five meters left at a distance.
(At a time like this, how could you be a mother...?
Tio recalls as he approached the four metres remaining to his goal feeling slow in physical time like a running lantern. Shirley stuffed the distance at an incredible rate when she checked the moment she dropped a mug or other crack from her desk or from a distance away from some imminent danger that Sophie or Tio said she would fall, and several times they took it by hand before the mug fell to the floor.
(This is certainly how………)
I had previously asked if it was instantaneous travel or witchcraft, and I wanted to imitate it, but I had been taught to dig for roots and leaves. It didn't materialize with my understanding and muscle strength now, but the moment I cut three meters to the goal, the feeling of a gear that wasn't meshing fit nicely runs through the tio.
(Tilt your entire weight forward, build strength on one leg, and release it all at once......!
And with two meters left, the moment he cuts a meter, Tio, suddenly accelerating suddenly for just one step, cuts the goal tape by trailing the white group of runners as he jumps.
Who the hell could have imagined that? In such a groundwork, no adventurer could experience the shrinkage technique of the "White Sword Ghost" stream, which is established only with its own theory and natural talent, which is completed by a girl of only ten years of age.
"Yu, the winner is the Red Team! This year's winner is the Red Team! I don't know what that means! It's a brilliant, reverse win from that desperate difference!!
A gushing cheer echoes from all over the private school grounds. Tio, tired of boulders or back to his classmates exhaling deeply, sees Shirley as his classmates rub him down, starting with Sophie.
Tearful for her beloved daughter, who adorned her dramatic reverse victory, she raised her index finger and middle finger with a voice still lacking in change and not feeling the emotional stimulus, toward Shirley as she broke her finger -
"Bui."
I gave you such a tio-like victory.
When the sporting event came to a successful conclusion and people began to return sparsely, Shirley told Sophie and Tio to go home first, retrieving the projectors she had installed everywhere and visiting Canary, which was nestled on the roof of the school building.
"Canary. Did the other person's mouth crack?
"Mm-hmm. Then let's just say we get in quickly.... the blame for vandalizing the concubine's territory must be redeemed."
"So what was their purpose after all?
"Well. I don't even know why... but I know who told me and who I was after."
Shirley took a deep sigh when she heard the answer spinning from Canary's mouth.
"I see...... that's something that only hits me a lot for a bad feeling. Apparently, we can't stay irrelevant either."
"Then will your lord go and drop it, too?
"No matter. Martha is making me dinner today so I can afford it in time...... let's get it done in a short time. … and that is."
Shirley reaches out one hand to the canary with her palm facing up.
"Please return my clothes."
"…… Oops. I forgot."
Empire, Duke of Algrey residence. In that office, Jenna sat in her chair restless and Elena was walking around the room.
"Hey, Master Jennan. Aren't we going to report on our accomplishments yet? It's already evening."
…………
Jennan silently returns the inquiry to his wife. Originally, it shouldn't be surprising if the report was raised to a crystal type magic tool that had the ability to transmit the two granddaughters who were already only blood relatives and whose reports were placed on the desk.
But instead of reporting success, there are not even reports of failure. It's hard to imagine this actually happening, sending as many as forty-five assassins and losing contact with all of them. Hence, Jennan could hardly relate the current state of affairs without a report to a failure of purpose.
(A common people's school was held today, and a large number of humans should have gone. If you dressed as a normal person, there should have been many gaps close to you, and there should be plenty of opportunities to put a stop to it)
I do not consider the life or safety of abandoned pawns in any way. For Jennan, the value of the assassins is like a bomb that can be reused if he's lucky. Self-death from the inescapable circumstances of killing targets in the crowd is also due to his idea.
An easy-to-plant situation in which a certain human bomb takes the number of people backwards. You can't fail with all this material.... I would normally think so.
"Anyway, I just have to try to get confirmation. If it had failed, even this one would have dealt with it and restructured the assassins..."
That's when the ground sounded rocking the whole big mansion. The desk shakes heavily, the bookshelf falls, and all those who were in the mansion make noise about the awesome shaking that makes them not even able to stand.
"Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no!?
"Hey, what!? What the hell happened...... wowwwwwwwwww!?
And I thought the sway had subsided, and now the floor leaned diagonally. Anything that isn't fixed will be people, but things, but no questions asked, driven to the edge, and Jennan is in the wings of being slapped in the face by the windowsill.
"Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Yikes, what the hell...... Huh!?
I thought it was a natural phenomenon, but that was different. I saw it. The sight of the town looking down from the sky, which could not have been viewed from the window of this office, and the appearance of the Golden Witch with a brutal smile as she floated beneath her eyes into the universe, turning her hand here.
There is something called mindfulness magic. It is a magic trick to grasp objects with unseen forces imagining palms and the like, and move them freely. That's exactly what the suddenly appeared canary is doing. With an invisible giant scoop, the mansion floats over the ground, shaking the man in the mansion as if to rock a glass of wine.
I won't forget to move the residents inside out in parallel with that with space magic. A group of armed men gathered on the ground beneath their eyes by deacons, maids, civilians and people of various identities… transferred to the middle of the Imperial police and sorted as each police officer looked at the paperwork. Some were checked for injuries to be protected, while others were pushed into caged dragon cars without question.
"Should a boulder be called the House of Witches? I think it's a little too much."
"He says it's a personal stomach to get this far, and he says he'll solve it with pocket money after all, so as for this one, it's okay. … Now, please"
A blonde princess looking up from the ground at such an unusual sight...... Phyllia lowers her head gently toward a white-haired swordsman standing beside her, who grips a two-colored sword, pale and red. And the moment Jenna and Elena were the only ones left in the mansion, I waved that blade endlessly.
"" Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?
A storm of slashing that plays from so much sword speed that the constant man may not see when he waved it. The slaughter, which turns into a blade of vacuum and flies, instantly finely chops the splendid mansion and turns it into a pile of rubble.
But the slaughter also passed to avoid only Jenna and Elena, and while the remains of the mansion fell to the ground and became mountains, only two were left in the air. Jenna and Elena were slowly unloaded to the swordsman with white hair...... Shirley.
"It's been a long time. Father, and Mother."