Forca Laserna Boltros de Easwind.
That's his name.
La Serna Bortolos Cloak de Easwind, the current king of the Kingdom of Easwind, was the sixth son and the young fourth prince, who had just recently celebrated his 15th birthday.
Although somewhat arrogant, the practical skills are excellent with the benefit of "something" and the level is also 123, which is quite high for middle school students. It was a few months ago that the middle level of the school labyrinth was discovered, from which it can be said that it was an astonishing rate of increase, even considering that it encouraged a level increase.
The facade of the Middle School Student Guild, led by him, is also undergoing remarkable growth in the form of being pulled by it. Lately, don't let them insult you like that, and the middle school teachers have no spare time for self-training in the lower levels of the school labyrinth.
If François is the leading figure in the High Ministry, then in the Middle, Volca hits it. The former had a glorious performance by talent and effort, and the latter by "something", gathering people's gaze together.
I heard rumors, too. "In the middle there is an awesome prince, like Francois," he said. But it was on the 1st and 1st S that he came to school only once a week, and he didn't have a contact until he got here.
My first encounter with such a rumored prince. I didn't care what kind of thing you came to wear. Mentally fragile, he is a doctrine he wants to avoid if he can trouble himself. Therefore, he called out in horror so as not to disturb the prince, who seemed troublesome to see.
"Um... what can I do for you this time...?
Folka then answered briefly, "Ha," as she looked down at you.
"I can't believe you don't even know that. You're a boulder civilian. You can't do anything noble like us hearing 1 and knowing 10. Well, it's called cruelty to ask for that much for each civilian. I don't have a choice, but I'll give you an answer. Thank you. Really?
I already wanted to go home at this point. Still, I want to avoid rubbing, but to keep my lowered head going deeper and deeper.
"Okay? I went out of my way to tell you about myself. [M] Lately, your father, your brother, Francois, if you open your mouth, it's all about you... so I've learned the skills you supposedly told me, too? But if you figure out the seed, there's nothing. Isn't that a way for anyone to remember? You show off in disguise, deceive your teachers and apprentices, and fall into the chair of a glorious Royal School instructor! At the civilian minute!
So, with his right hand on his face, Folka leans back with his eyes closed to mourn. It's this way that I want to cry, and you sigh softly, Precious. The prince's story still goes on.
"Well, still, I would have put up with it if you had humbly taught me only skills. But you went on a solo crusade for more honor, didn't you? I shouldn't do this. It's an act you haven't been able to defend yourself against, you."
"Chi, no..."
If you don't remember knocking him down, and you don't remember greeting him for honor, you will not cease to raise your voice of denial. But even blocking that, Volca's story can go on.
"You shouldn't lie! Especially if you see a lie, I feel bitter listening to it. Do you have a hobby for offending people? If not, you should refrain from lying."
(... Whatever you say to this guy is useless. He's the type of person who doesn't listen to people, damn it)
Precious who decides how to rate Volca from previous exchanges. I quickly cut myself loose and mumbled when I just greased this prince's rap where I opened my mouth. Did you feel better about how it went, Volka, who keeps talking smoothly about his increasingly tongue movements as well.
"I'm a teng to you... you know what I mean? Teng. It was a demon of your country, wasn't it? Or wouldn't civilians understand if it weren't for a simpler word? Uh... what do civilians say when they're like this?
That's what I said, "Phew," Folka.
(What do I do, this guy, I want to hit him)
That leaks wonder and grin. You saw that, and François, desperate to shake his head, is reflected at the edge of your grand vision. Civilians that come to mind at the inches.
"Right... yes, it's increasing and slowing... it's just a few noble words, you know this? I wanted to remind the growing civilian population of myself."
(Yeah, I just heard that...... wow...)
Say the same thing over and over again. Typical stories are characteristic of a long time person. I'm a bad person for you. In a familiar example, your neighbor Mrs. Veeville hits it.
Anyone but Volca could tell that your frustration was rising as grumpy as ever.
"Right there! Today, the High School S-Class is finally talking about taking down the BOSS in the middle of the school labyrinth, right? I'll accompany you there."
Slightly obsessed students. They already have enough power to even defeat the middle-class BOSS, but they were waiting for his return, "Let's show our mentor, Dr. Takahiro, how we've grown".
The suggestion to ruin that smiling prospect didn't look good because the other person was royal. But without even realizing his gaze, which includes his criticism, the prince speaks fried and intent.
"What about me? I'm not proud of it, but I have a stronger" power "than anyone in this classroom. Naturally, it's better than you. But you wouldn't convince a civilian with all the self-esteem in vain because they said so, would you? That's why. Right in front of you, let me take down the middle-level BOSS alone. If you look at that battle, you'll know how you're a frog in the well."
That's what I said, Folka, who lets you rock a long sword on your hips in a gutter as if to boast.
"I'll be back in the afternoon. Until then, you're going to teach Ms. Genius Eru the skills that are packed into civilian snacks that are different in structure in themselves, stretched out long - thin - to avoid depletion! Ha ha! Now, if you'll excuse me."
Folka walks away from the door, which she left open when she arrived. I wonder if the habit of closing the door yourself seems to be royal, precious to think with a shuddering head.
Eventually, after I started drinking things, I finally said a word that
"I quit as a temporary instructor......"
It was.
Using this one word as an opportunity, the noisy 1 · s classroom.
"Please wait!?
"Wow, we don't think so!!
"Teachers are necessary for our country!!
"The prince... yes, the prince is just a little warped...!
Students surrounded by noble grandeurs round the corners of the classroom in gym seats, and voices of encouragement with that and this. Still, Noble Dai does not raise his face, and squeals a voice of denial in a dark voice.
"Lying ~... yes, lying ~... what a piece of trash I am ~... yes, I was smitten in good shape ~... gu"
Precious Daiichi tears about how sad she is getting while denying herself. Stress from lack of sleep may also play a role in emotional instability. Students who look at it and panic even more. The elite and deceitful classroom of 1 · S had deepened the degree of confusion and was now at the very risk of class collapse.
That's when it's always her... François de Ferdinand who puts the class together. François, gently holding his precious shoulder, whispered gently that his voice alone would heal him.
"Doctor... don't let it get you down. This class… No, there is no one but Prince Volca, such as the one who is despising his teacher in this school."
"Ho, is that true...?
Positive physical and mental contact makes you feel better.
"Ah, but Dr. Qual still says," I can't believe you invited civilians to lecture... "
"Shut up!
Abel, a boy student with a reputation for not reading the air, said it. Velvet kicks it in and seals its mouth.
"Wow..."
Lift it high and drop it from there. Advanced technique. Precious college to plug in at once. Still, it is the Grand Duke's Lady who does not panic.
"Doctor, I made a mistake. It's just Prince Volka and Dr. Qual. What is denigrating the teacher? Everyone else is on the side of the teacher. Hey, guys?
Students of 1 · s who shake their heads vertically in alignment. Apparently, the collaboration forged in the school labyrinth is impeccable.
"Oh well..."
"Yes, I am."
You manage to wake up on your own. François watched over it in the eyes of the Mercy Mother. The students surrounding you have warm eyes that affirm your greatness. Behind it, though, Abel rolls with dead fishy eyes.
Still, shortly after being thoroughly disparaged, he said, "Come on, work!" Humans are not convenient enough to change their mind.
If you are a person with a strong sense of responsibility, you will not reflect your emotions in your work, but Hate Precious did not. Though I tried to stand up, I'm not really motivated.
"Ah, Sman... just in the morning... just let me rest in the morning... then I'll be fine..."
"Oh no... what about seating?
I understand your feelings, but they are uplifting students. I want to take classes somehow. You perceived the thought, and here's what you suggested.
"Let's do this, then. Because I call Elu instead. That would satisfy you guys, wouldn't it?
"That's right...... isn't Dr. Eru in the library lab at this hour?
Eru, who became a teacher to increase his level in the school labyrinth, is not actually so eager to whip. Except for the lectures I'm in charge of and the time I spend practicing in the school labyrinth, I work in a lab to study my skills. Do you mean to call it out on purpose?
Before the surprising students, your university activates a certain skill.
"[Copy]. Look, Elu, it's got" @ wiki "on it."
A single notebook of paper dancing the flickering universe.
That's when everyone was blinded by it, something popped in through the glass window behind the classroom.
"AND OOOOOO!!!! Signs of" @ wiki "! Right there!!
It was Elu who was supposed to be in the library that made the landing stunning due to his elf-specific suppleness. As it is, it runs through the floor crawling with flowing legs, catching fragments of "@ wiki" and silently reading them without even caring about the surrounding eyes.
The students are donning. Like a rumor, he whines, "Uh... here on the third floor..." etc.
Eventually, you satisfied or face up Elu. Its face, which loosened its dusty expression, was oddly glossy.
"Phew..." @ wiki "is still great... Did the" dirt van "that appears in ancient documents from time to time mean the heavenly punishment by God..."
In anticipation of being available for conversation, Your Highness speaks to Eru.
"Hey, you want to read more?
"Yeah!"
A good old adult brightens his eyes like a child. Students, don't pull any more.
"So, sitting in charge in the morning, can you change?
"I'll take care of it! Let the students here drink in the abyss of knowledge I have hoarded!!
I don't know what Dr. Eru is talking about. The students had only a bad feeling. But if we're going to stop it here, which do you think is more important, "your life or" @ wiki "?" and I'm afraid to stop because I'm going to stare back at you with my madly stained eyes.
In the end, the understudy was broken down and noble college left for Koka.
All that was left was the stunned students and the elu showing unusual motivation.
"Sa ~, what do you teach? Structural weaknesses in chimeras and golems...... no, then tell me how to compensate for the vulnerability of the human body. Oh, there's a human body model just right here."
"" "Doctor, that's human!?
Elu unfolds a black, nasty demonic cube like never seen it for Abel, who is still rolling with his dead fishy eyes.
"No, I want to try this skill... what, if I succeed, he's a superman... a demon superman though," "Doctor, stop! Abel, he's running!," and also s class wrapped up in hustle and bustle.
It even resonates with next door Class A, "Is Class S as intense as that even in seating......!?," he said, terrorizing class A students?
Meanwhile, Guitar University had come to an intermediate-district nature park not so far from the Advanced District. Looking around blurry and looking for someone.
"[Cole] So I called it off, so it should be time to come... whoa, here we are"
DODODODODODODODODODO...... and soot smoke, Dog Daughter Krumia (age 9) over 180 cm tall and her offering Golden Retriever Goldie come running over with fierce momentum. And as it approached me, I jumped to your university.
"Wow, wow."
"Wahoo, wahoo"
You take it disappointingly and stroke it around like, "Okay, okay." The two wolves received his hand and shook their tails with joy. For a while, they skinned fully and lowered their hips where they calmed down.
"No, I'm sorry to call so suddenly... but I want to see your face."
"Wow."
"Ku ~ n."
I'll lick your sorry face and tell them, "Fine." To the great calf, he holds the two with a twitch and tears.
"Ugh, you guys are good kids...! Really, yeah, kid...!
"Ha ha ha."
"Wahoo."
Kagurika Now, the wolves raise their voices of joy. Did you get more and more healed by the way it was, "Good boys, you're so good...!" and you will not be able to stop your hand stroking your head, Precious.
Animal therapy, which heals the mind by coming into contact with animals, has a certain effect on increasing confidence, willingness, and restoring confidence and stress in others. Knowing it or not, even a noble man comes into contact with the wolves in order to relieve Prince Volca's verbal heartbreak and the mysterious labor of the past few days.
In the end, Guitar University was playing with the wonks until it was critical in time for the afternoon's labyrinth internship to begin. Did you think you could bury the dry meat (for wacko) in the appearance of walnuts and goldies that were diligently scuffed?
"You were too late. Well, you seem to have made it in time, but I have to say you're not sloppy. You don't know what boulder civilians can afford."
You felt the wound of your healed heart crack open. Huh? Is this how all the royalty in this country is? and appeal with his eyes to François. But I guess it's not true that she shakes her head sideways, which is a good guess. At least the last five of them are trying to escape the country.
"Well, I'm going to fly it on the portal, such as the upper level. It is the middle class that I show strength. [M]
That's what I said, Volca, who just dived the portal gate by himself. What will that prince look like when we all return here? I also wanted to try it, but I could easily imagine what would happen later, so you decided to stop making extra money.
"Phew, are you finally here? I thought I was scared and I ran away."
What I waited for before diving through the portal gate following the students was still a prince with no nose. The dark prayer that the portal gate malfunctioned and fell in the middle of the lower monster house was apparently not heard.
"Ha, I will..."
and Volka, who swings beside him, removing from his gaze the noble grandeur who answered powerlessly, holding his forehead by his hand.
"It's only right now that you can look so clear, isn't it? Come on, look...! My" power "......!!
That's what I say, and I slowly pull my sword out of the sheath wrapped around my hips. Then, (what are you messing with...) and the face of your greatness, which was the face, gradually stains with amazement.
(Been...!? That...!
A blade that will eventually be completely unplugged. It glows light green and illuminates the dim labyrinth. Eventually, the light subsides, and gradually the outline begins to turn into something definite. And then emerges a silver fillet decorated with luxurious ivory carvings. In its divinely shaped long sword, Guitar looked familiar.
(Is that, "Divine Sword Welzess"!?
"Divine Sword Wells".
It was a weapon of the gods, fearful even of the noble with a level that could be described as overwhelming in this world...