Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

"You're lying..."

"That..."

"Oh no..."

"Why..."

The sight of the students of the Senavian School of Magic does not show the beauty of Youre or Lily. Because the shock they suffered was several times stronger than Yua or Lily's beauty.

He should have died about two months ago. Surprise overshadowed your decision to never live again.

Besides, they know he wasn't just alive, he stands on the stage of the Leirian Magic Games.

As far as they know, he has no such strength.

I tried to think maybe it was just similar, but that's not true.

The atmosphere is a little different, but the faces and tricks look just like him.

What the hell is going on?

Those who were stunned gradually saw the faces of the students around them. I thought maybe it was my mistake, and I looked around, but I'm reacting the same way around.

"I knew that..."

"Oh."

"That's indisputable"

"Annone......"

Everyone at the Senavian School of Magic knows that name. Its existence that we have once penetrated uninterrupted as fallen magicians. That existence that I was sure I would never see again.

But the boy in their sight was the undisputed, falling magician Christina-Saya.

Students weren't the only ones who saw the boy shown on the screen and had a startling look on their face. The teachers were also surprised by the way Seyya was shown on the screen.

Lamia is quite surprised, in particular, that she held the post of Seyya.

Students of the class I used to be in charge of live.

As long as I'm happy as a teacher, Lamia couldn't please me from the bottom of her heart.

I don't know why, but something like Aura, which I feel from Seyya today, was felt heterogeneous to Seyya that Ramia knew, and Ramia was afraid of Seyya somewhere in her mind.

That is the same for the other teachers.

The students don't know much, but the teachers know more about Seyya's grades during the Senavian School of Magic. The score was exactly what a fall would look like, and it wasn't like being able to make it to the Leirian Magic Games.

But now Seiya is competing in the Leirian Magic Games. It is also not a representative of the Senavian School of Magic, but of the Arsenian School of Magic in Aquaristan.

To change the magic school to which you belong, you will need to apply to the church. But Seyya's school is still affiliated with the Senavian School of Magic, and she needs to be a representative of the Senavian School of Magic in order to compete in the Leirian Magic Games.

Even so, Seyya waited floating as the representative of the Arsenian School of Magic.

How the hell did you empower yourself enough to compete in the Leirian Magic Games, and how do you compete in the Leirian Magic Games as a representative of other schools without changing your academic credentials?

The teachers, who understand more about how this country works than the boys and girls, just thought so.

Only one painting from the Senavian School of Magic feels baffled somewhere, but other than that, it's pretty exciting with jealousy about Seyya, etc.

In the meantime, the reality that had earlier solidified in the expression of the love of the Sayers also takes me back and introduces me to the last School of Magic.

"Okay, well, next will be the last school"

The audience thrives on such an introduction to reality.

The last school is enough to serve as a tri, aside from the school to which the extra magician's child belongs. The audience understood that, too, so they were hoping for what the hell kind of big guy was in the last school.

Make a long, long, tame reality, and then start introducing the last school.

"The last school is also this year's host school, last year's winning school! And what a leader this year! Episcopal Church Thirteen Apostles, Sequence Five, Real-Christopher! Senavian School of Magic. Ah."

"Wow, wow, wow."

"Are you serious!?

"Unbelievable!

"Super Yabeye!

"This year's Leiria Magic Games are the best!

"Shit, I'm super excited"

The audience begins to blur.

Because the Thirteen Apostles are competing in the Leirian Magic Games, which are the competitions of magic students.

Since Real is only seventeen, it is possible to compete in the Leirian Magic Games, but it is an unprecedented event for the Thirteen Apostles to compete in the Leirian Magic Games.

Moreover, Real was showing overwhelming strength at last year's Leirian Magic Games. If Youre or Zill, a clan of special magicians, hadn't competed, the audience would have turned the booming storm to Real by now.

But this year, a clan of premium magicians, both of whom are in the war.

Promising magicians responsible for the next generation. How will the Yours and Zills of the Extraordinary Mage clan fight against the Reals in the most powerful glory of generations?

This year's Leirian Magic Games has never been more talented. Perhaps there will never be enough talent to surpass this tournament in the future.

Not so long ago, this year's Leirian Magic Games can be expected by the contestants. The audience was waiting to open early.

"This concludes the introduction to All Magic Schools! Finally, this year's Leirian Magic Competition begins"

Live completes the introduction. The remaining program is the opening declaration by the school director of the holding school.

One man stands up in the VIP room where all the school deans of the School of Magic sit.

A man dressed in a blue suit and tiny, proclaimed toward a microphone using echo magic.

"I hereby declare the opening of the Leirian Magic Games"

At the same time as that word of Edward, the body of the delegates from each school that was waiting began to glow and quickly disappear.

And the large screen at the stadium showed Lapis Island, the venue where the Leirian Magic Games take place, where the delegates were transferred one after the other.

The audience's cheer goes up again.

This year also saw the opening of the Leirian Magic Games.

Finally, the stadium where the Leirian Magic Games opened was quite exciting. But there was a figure of one young man with his eyes closed as he leaned against the hallway wall with such a thriving audience on his back.

The young man has beautiful silver hair and is quite beautifully shaped. The year is around twenty years old, but the atmosphere surrounding the young man is somewhere enigmatic, reluctant to correspond to the year.

The young man's name is Mikokabrera-Diskian. He is a magician affiliated with the Episcopal Church and a man who serves as an educator for the thirteenth Apostle Real-Five.

It's not strange that Miko Cabrera is in this stadium because Real is competing in the Leiria Magic Games. Besides, it was Mikokabrera who originally suggested to Real to go to the Leiria Magic Games.

Mikokabrera taught him a way against Real, who really wants to fight Seyya.

It is forbidden by the Episcopal Church for Real, the Thirteenth Apostle, to fight other magicians, also student magicians. That is in order to preserve the integrity of the Thirteen Apostles and at the same time not to devalue the Thirteen Apostles.

Winning and losing do not know what will happen. That's even if there was a power gap.

If the Thirteenth Apostle ever loses to a student magician for such a thing, it is a big problem. So the Episcopal Church minimized the risk that the Thirteen Apostles might lose by banning useless battles from the outset.

But even knowing such an adult circumstance, Real wanted to play against Seyya.

It is not a thirteenth apostle, nor a student of the Senavian School of Magic, but merely a wish as a boy.

A good opponent (rival) I've been waiting for from the bottom of my heart. Real really wanted to play against such a good enemy (rival). Not captured by signs such as the Thirteenth Apostle.

So what Mikokabrera, the educator, suggested was an appearance at the Leiria Magic Games.

When he saw the match between Real and Seyya, Mikokabrera was convinced that Seyya would compete in the Leirian Magic Games. Then Real will also be able to compete in the Leirian Magic Games.

How Real can fight Seyya legally, not tied to ecclesiastical decisions either.

Now Real is not Real-Five, which belongs to the Episcopal Church, but Real-Christopher, a student magician at the Senavian School of Magic. No matter how much the Episcopal Church is, it is not so easy to punish those who have not broken the law.

And even if I punish you, I know what happens when I see the audience in the stadium.

The audience at the stadium is heartened by Real's entry into battle, as well as against the clan of premium magicians. Under such circumstances, if we punish him about Real, nature and the people are set to begin to condemn the Episcopal Church.

The Episcopal Church does not want such a thing.

So it is no exaggeration to say that it is impossible for the Episcopal Church to punish Real in this matter.

It was Mikokabrera who presented such a name to Real, but he wasn't looking at the screen right now. Mikokabrera is quietly closing her eyes when she says it's a Leirian magic tournament that finally begins.

The audience is passionate about the screen and has not noticed Miko Cabrera.

Even those who passed in front of Mikokabrera leaning against the wall have not been able to recognize that there were people there. It is as if the audience has not seen about Mikokabrera.

Mico Cabrera's right hand, unrecognized by most of the audience, was gripped with as much purple ore as a baseball ball.

It once resembles a talking stone in which Seyya speaks with a particular opponent received from Basil, the Thirteenth Apostle, on his way to Dacrya II.

Mikokabrera quietly pours magic into the talking stone she grips in her right hand and begins reading with one of her opponents.

Ts- - - n

With such a characteristic sound, a young man's voice echoed in Mikokabrera's brain.

(Miko Cabrera? How's that?

From his voice, I would have just said that Mikokabrera's counterpart is a little older than Mikokabrera. The voice is such a voice that it is accustomed to leading others.

Mikokabrera tells the Lord of such a voice.

(Just now the Leirian Magic Games have begun)

(Right)

I asked Miko Cabrera, thinking a little something about the person I was talking to.

(So, who's ready?

(Perfect. You can go anytime)

(Right)

The Lord of the Voice answers somewhere happily.

(This one is about to arrive. ready to enter as soon as you arrive)

(Okay. Dear Detodelion)

(Hmm, I gathered the elites this time. Now the future of Leiria is the same as closed)

That's where the two pronouncements ended.

After finishing his reading, Mikokabrera opens her eyes and sees what the Leiria Magic Games look like on the screen. Not much in the Leirian Magic Games that just started, but the battle has already begun.

(Well, what happens)

Mikokabrera shrugged so in her heart, smiling small but niggly.