While held...... such an ideal relationship was about to collapse in just three days.
"Hey... can I go outside because I'm free...?
"What are you talking about, you. Wouldn't" @ wiki "disappear if I did that? Rejected, dismissed. Take a nap."
"I'm not sleepy anymore..."
No matter how precious you are, you cannot take a nap from morning to evening for as many as nine hours of detention in this lab. I slept well last night. If I could take a nap, three or four hours instead of nine would be a good place.
So how do we spend the remaining six hours? The answer is, "Just staring at the clock".
If you put out the video crystal, "Distraction!!" and angry as a ghost, and even if I wanted to read a book as well as Eru, the letters of the books in the off-limits compartment seemed too ancient, and there were few that could be read by your greatness.
In the first place, reading itself is not your big hobby. To moderate exercise, moderate sleep. Plus a delicious meal. That was your hobby.
Also, even if I could do that after I had no time, Eru said irregularly, "I wonder what that means to be abandoned!?," "Why do they hate taro bugs so much?" He asks me, and I get woken up each time.
Therefore, I spent six hours feeling sloppy while awake without even... This was like some kind of torture.
The time of anguish for your greatness was taking on the same meaning for Eru.
"Uhh, uhh... no, I can't even read this...!
Levels and job restrictions, as well as restrictions on information that your university thought "this would suck if you released it," prevent Eru from reading.
"So I told you..." @ wiki "is a book of the gods, so you need the strength to read it..."
Precious man crumbling on a desk and messing with an hourglass. "There are unreadable items!" I believed in the approaching Elu when I said the right thing, "God has decided," so I have been putting it through since.
Starting with the skill god "Info," this world is blended with God in the life of the outdoors, so these words also go through.
"Stupid...... I'm a Level 135" Alchemist "......!? I can't believe there are more overwhelming parts of it that I can't even read... stupid... yes... I don't understand..."
I believed you, but you haven't convinced me yet, Elu repeating the bump and denial words. Slightly shallowed cheeks are also grooved and distorted by eaten teeth, thanks to the care of the noble people over the course of the day (feeding by the name).
"No...! I can't read! I can't read any more!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......!!
Finally, researchers scratching their hair and shaking their heads about whether they have made it possible to read the information at this stage. Your eyes are not tied to focus, and you terrorize the beholder.
"Then... stop or this relationship"
Honestly, it's a precious state of mind that seems to grow too much spare time and even mold. I can nap all I want, but I don't have freedom here. That was intolerable.
To that word, the pittance stops, Eru.
Only the eyes stare at you.
(Seriously, this woman is horror...)
I've been completely used to that over the past few days, too.
"No ~ ahhh!
(Here I come)
I am also accustomed to golden cuts that stuck my ears, blocking my ears in advance to deal with them.
"No, no, no, no!! This book is for no one to read!! I'm the one who reads it all the best!!!! Me!!
"Ah, yes, yes, you are"
Eru holding the book to his chest and revealing his desire for exclusivity and intimidating him.
Boulder, is a book bug whose dream is to read "@ wiki".
"But I can't read it if it stays like this, that. What are we gonna do?
"Ugh... Meh, go to the labyrinth and level up..."
"You can't. From level 150, the troubles of monsters rise exceptionally. So the adventurers who are working on level-up aids also focus on activities in the field where only about 100 monsters show up"
"Ugh......!? Well, then you're level 150..."
"I don't like it, it's annoying. Besides, I'm scared of monsters."
"Do something there..."
"Yo, yo, yo, yo."
"I don't know..."
At the end of the day, a tear is brought to its eyes, and an elu sits down with a petan on the floor.
I didn't know the reality of my joyful and courageous covenant was going to be like this... and you were in the mood to cry.
So with all my heart I want to escape from this place, I will utter my words as I can think of them.
"If so, why don't we just dive into the school labyrinth?
"School Labyrinth?
"Yes, the school labyrinth. You'll be safe there."
With that said, Eru exhaled as if she had made a fool of herself.
"You, the BOSS pamis golem over there is level 120, right? Though BOSS, if the level is as far away as 10, you can only absorb a tiny amount of magic, no matter how much you defeat it. Damn, I don't know what to say..."
"No, you're not."
Precious answering instantly.
"Yeah?"
"The BOSS over there is level 140."
"What?"
Puts confusion in his face, hardening elu.
If I had to explain this again... it would have been more and more physically and mentally difficult.
This is a one-year S group classroom at the Royal Gran Feria School.
Today is your day, so it looks like the students are floating around somewhere.
Finally, we're about to reach for the destruction of the mid-level BOSS. There's no point in standing up.
In such a quietly spreading hustle and bustle, classroom doors open.
"Stand up!!
Students in Group S rise in an undisturbed movement by virtue of François's decree, who is also a grade-wrapper. Such trivialities make excellence possible.
"Oh, good morning. You're still good, you guys."
"" "Good morning!!!!
"Seat!!
By decree again, thirty people sit simultaneously in their seats. Its undisturbed behavior is even spectacular.
"Well, I'm still sitting here this morning, I'm practicing this afternoon."
Noble college trying to get into class quickly, without even prejudging it. Students at 1 · S are also used to this one-of-a-kind way of doing temporary instructors. Quickly, spread the notebook and dip the feather pen in the ink.
But he betrayed the students' expectations and the temporary instructor said strange things.
"Ahhh, before you... I'm going to introduce you all to my new teacher today"
In yesterday's homeroom, Eric didn't notify him of the incident. Nothing is caught up in their information networks living in the upstream society either.
They can't hide their confusion in the electric inauguration of more than you. Leaving the question behind, Guitar spoke out of the classroom.
"Well, Doctor, come in"
Classroom doors that make a sooo smooth sound and open.
Coming in from there was an elf with a long skinny drive.
Although the black hair wavy over the wrapped white coat is draped over the waist, the hairside is suppressed from voluminous to expose elf-specific ears like the sage.
The eye peeking from the back of the sharp shaped frame glasses on its ears gave an intelligent impression to those with the right gaze.
Men who are slightly skinny but colourful in the appearance of beautiful female teachers.
The girls also seem to be drunk by the mysterious atmosphere the brunette elves have. Somewhere, Po, I'm stunned.
(This kind of thing doesn't make any difference to any student... I was strangely excited when my education internship sister came too)
A noble university that feels somewhere intimate towards aristocrats and upstream students. The female elf stood next to her and clasped her hair on her shoulder.
Looking sideways at it, Guitar still found it hard to believe that this person was the same person as that library witch.
When she found out she could "level up safely in school," Eru tried to rush right away. To increase the level and increase the viewable area of "@ wiki".
Your Highness desperately stopped it. Even the school labyrinth, rather than the city, is going to be mistaken by the necromancer "Reis" for catching a worn white coat on his blushing hair, and crusaded without question.
"Look at that outfit!! TPO! Spread the TPO!!!
"What is it, that? Ancient language or something."
Just because I don't understand what you're saying, I'm like, "Outfit? That's good," he says, holding a bag that would probably contain weapons and healing pills and trying to run out again.
Precious man who stops it once again.
"So you are out in the world even if you are good, that outfit!! Besides, the school labyrinth can only be used by school officials!?
"What no...!?
Either that or elu stopping for the second half of the word.
"Can't you handle it on your authority?!?
"I'm a temp instructor... you can't take outsiders into the labyrinth."
To the fact that turns out, Elu eats up his teeth.
To break the problem, leave the momentum to the mouth of your thoughts.
"Then I'll be a temporary lecturer too! Then nothing should go wrong!!
"Ha...? Can a lecturer at the Royal School be that easy?
"I don't know! But with my brains, hiring should be easy!!
Just saying that's the best thing to do, yes, yes, let's do that, and Eru trying to go out again.
"So you can't go outside in that outfit!!
"Hmm... you're persistent, too"
Such exchanges lasted several times until Elu eventually broke.
"Hmm... I haven't cut my hair in a long time, but you've lightened your head a lot. This is good."
"... who, you"
To get familiar so you can go out, you will take Eru to the library of the scribes on the basement floor. Several scribes were scared of the rumored ghostly look of Eru.
Still, it's not like no one knows what's going on. "Oh, rare," the elderly scribe, who saw Eru, laughed languidly.
The Eru remodeling plan focuses on those who understand the story… how can we make a ghostly woman appear to the public? For a while, opinions are exchanged.
As a result, clothes and body stains can be managed, but there is nothing that can be done without cutting excessively stretched hair on the rubber and corners, which means that a haircut is carried out rapidly.
Then a while later, it was not the elu as if it were a hair haunting, but an elf woman who would carefully-lift the wavy black hair that was cut around the bottom of her shoulder.
"You're rude, you are. It's me, Elu."
Stranger...... no, if you look closely, a woman who can see many similarities to Eru says she is Eru.
"Liar!? You know, you can't be the elf of a beautiful beauty!?
"I don't know what M.O.K. is... I don't know, but I know what they're doing."
An elf who pushes his glasses up with his right index finger in a grumpy manner. The trick did look familiar in the last few days... but
"No, 'cause you didn't have those elf ears on your elu!?
At the tip of the finger, the pin and the elf-specific transversely long ears that extend diagonally are shaking.
"Oh, is that it? It was delicious to have hair on my ears... so I guess I didn't see it?
"That wasn't on my ear...!
"So is that. Ha ha."
In retrospect, he had pimped or swollen cod hair on the side as well. There was plenty of room for those ears to hide.
"Well, you, you were an elf..."
I'm kind of tired of the shock facts that are revealed now, Precious. Dragging such a tremendous amount of money, Eru headed to the school with exasperation...
(No way, the school director took one shot himself and got it out OK and started working early the next day... you were famous, oh look...)
Teachers entertain the unexpected visit of Eru with a welcome that will not even be placed below. Three minutes later, the school director rushed to talk about hiring as a full-time teacher instead of a temporary lecturer.
Now Eru's position as a teacher is above yours some time after he began working.
That's kind of intelligent... and your daddy was staring at you without looking far away.
"So, Dr. Takahiro. Who are you? Who's the new teacher?
François asks questions on behalf of his students to the noble and wonderful.
But it was not the greatness that answered it, but the new teacher in question.
"I'll answer that. I am Ertu Mir Uluru, who has been a teacher at this school since today. I can teach all subjects, but my internship in the school labyrinth will be my main responsibility. Regards."
With the "I can teach all subjects" crap, the students go out of their way.
I can't help it. In the Royal School, which is an elite school, being "taught" means being familiar with the disciplines of the subject.
Most teachers can teach only three subjects, usually one. Naturally. If you want professionalism, you can't deepen your knowledge with your hands spread everywhere.
For example, Eric, who is deeply involved in two subjects, magic and magic, has been promoted to class S. Even if only (d) subjects can be taught, they are talented enough.
In the higher departments of this school, there are fourteen subjects. For whatever reason can I affirm that I can "teach" them all?
François asks the question again in order to dispel the doubt.
"Dr. Eru. Excuse me, but what kind of work did you get before? I can teach you all the subjects, and there's just a reason to convince you, isn't there?
This question is also a good one.
In contrast, Eru responds saggily as if it were nothing.
"Oh, I'm a researcher in a restricted section of the Royal Library. I've been studying books all year. So if you have the knowledge of the higher echelons, you don't have anything to teach."
"Well, a fellow in a restricted compartment!?
noisy students. The stirring grows gradually.
Researchers in restricted compartments, that's all there is to it.
Originally, researchers in the Royal Library could only be among the elite who excelled especially in intelligence and flashes.
A researcher in a restricted compartment can be said to be the holder of precisely the highest brains in the kingdom of Easwind, further sorted from it and only a handful of talent.
If such a presence on the cloud were to take our own classes, which are only students, even though they are S-classes, it would be human beings whose surprises and perplexities come before joy.
"Um, Dr. Takahiro? Is it true, what's that...?
One of the students who is still confused asks a question to a third party, Noble University. You want me to be objective and credible with what I said earlier.
In contrast, you answer naturally and naturally.
"Oh, really. Dr. Eru is a researcher in a restricted compartment. I'm supposed to sew between studies and take charge of your classes."
"" "Ohhhhh...!!!" "
Have you finally been able to believe, the students of 1 · s who get an admiration for your words.
When he saw how it was, Guitar lowered his chest.
(Man, you got accepted... now I'm not going back to that basement hippo hell)
If Eru encourages him to level with his students in this school, he won't even be forced to "let them read the book" for a while.
In the future, he said it would be enough to go to the library only once a week and try to see how far it became viewable at the level he went up.
There's practically more work to be done, but it's better than caging in that basement floor where you can afford it. That's what you thought, you dared to push yourself out of your mind about the increase in your work...
(Well, how did you explain it to this guy...)
After his work at the school, Guitar was shouldered by Yumiel when he returned home.
This maid has been in a very good mood since the quorum was decided. He always wants to burn more and take care of you when you get back from working in the library (skipping by the name).
Even now, "... in addition to your work in the library, you will be tired of doing your work in school. At the very least, I will give you a massage," he said, forcing his noble lord, shy away from guilt for being deceiving, to sit in his chair with soft hands and shoulders.
"... Your husband, do you feel good?
"Oh, oh, it feels good..."
"… it is above all else"
I have no heart or the words I speak are full of kindness. What is this guy, really yummy? And your daughters cause strange sweats.
This doesn't cut out the key story.
Deceptive grandeur.
"Oh, the... well, I have something to say to you, the... I have..."
"... Yes, what is it? Is this a story you struggled with at work? I'll ask you anything."
Tolerance as if it were the Virgin Mary.
Finally, I'm confused that this guy is a "doppelgenger" or something.
but I made up my mind and finally cut one case.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I want you to listen... you know? I'm going to be working in the library on Monday..."
"... reduced my job to 1 a week?... What did you do?
Ugh, cold air drifts from behind.
Every time I'm familiar...... no, to a sensation I've never felt before, I'm freaking out and trembling precious.
"Yes, no, you're not! It's not like I fucked up!! I just hope you can Monday from the other side......!
"... how can you work properly without fail and reduce your work to a fifth in a week? Think a little more if you're going to throw up a lie... this is a whoops"
Yumiel, whose eyes turned cold as ice, circles loosely in front of his noble eyes, removing, more importantly, objects like "Harrison" from the forelock of the apron.
As soon as I saw it, it hardens a bit, Precious.
The Harrison was a very familiar thing to him. That's also in a bad way.
"That's a" dragon skin fan "......!? Oh, where the hell are you!!
"Dragon skin fan". It is an item that players make from monster drop material and boasts a power against appearance because it uses materials from top monsters such as "White Dragon".
In addition, it has the effect of making the confronting person think that they must be "beaten" and have the effect of causing them to get in the middle [scratch].
A Class A weapon that only looks like its Harrison, with one hand, a twitch and looming Yumiel. It's a small house, if you take a few steps back, your back hits the wall, and there's no more escape.
"... I was in the item box your husband gave me. You're expecting this, aren't you? The spirit is splendid. Come on, are you ready?
I just don't like being organized. Masochistic intentions as such are hairless.
Shortly after that explanation, Yumiel shakes up to slowly show off the murder weapon in her hand.
And the pure white "dragon skin fan" makes a noise and looms......
"Ya stop...! Stop aah!!"
That night, you lost consciousness over and over again...