Two carefully braided down hair shakes.

The vibrant colour of young grass seems to reflect our intense character.

"Come on, where do you think you're at risk? It's the Roman Magic School in the world. It's not easy for thieves to break in."

That said, consciousness is scattered around.

If you combine a little play with thought guidance, you can grow suspicious, no matter how ridiculous the story may be.

"Yes, that's why he's out there."

"He?"

Step forward and gently face the girl's ears.

Unlike Risha, it is not vertical but horizontal.

"If you were a source, you'd know. Sir Hargrave, who is supposed to be off, is coming to school today. Bring the silver-haired elves with you."

"Ah, maybe you're dizzy?

That's right, I think I'm more likely to do that.

He nodded while keeping his voice down.

Nice atmosphere.

It's as if you're working with your hard-working partner to track down the killer, and you'll be thrilled.

"Don't you think silver-haired elves are the best hideouts when you try to hide your true purpose and place yourself in the shadows?

"Yes, you... you're right. Mr Leonard has no point in doing such a thing.... is there really something in this school?

Nod with a serious expression and give your right hand to open your body.

Roses. Nice to meet you.

"Huh? Ah, yeah, yeah. I'm Mercure Glendrek."

Comparing my palms, I finally hold my hand after a moment of spare time.

I see. Aren't you used to this situation?

The Count's granddaughter, so I don't suppose there's ever been anyone else who would face parity.

Then one more shot...

"Again, it's a nice name for Melcrook. What do friends call you?

It was only for a moment that my name was praised and I was in a good mood.

She clouds her expression with words that keep jabbing.

"... well, anything is fine."

"Well, can I call you by your nickname?

I suggest to her an unfamiliar face that looks bad or ashamed of herself.

"Ha, ha? How come you just met me today?

"After all, people our age are too smart to even talk properly, right? In that regard, you understand the story, and you're smart enough to realize that the presence of silver-haired elves is immediately dazzling."

Step closer and look straight into the candy pupils.

"You are a special human being born with talent, just like me. That's why I don't want to call you by the same name as all the folks behind me."

She is accustomed to being noticed and slightly distracted.

Naturally, I think that my thoughts are the most correct in the world, and the heroic desire to rid myself of “evil” that is not in line with those thoughts has grown.

Underlying this is the desire to prove that you are right and for someone to acknowledge it.

But if you're smart like her, you can tell right away that you're just talking about getting into power.

What I really want is a true connection, a true admiration.

If you do something more amazing, if you can do something more amazing, someone will admit it. Someone will praise you.

If you keep putting yourself in too high a place to ask for it, you'll just stay away from what you're looking for.

The way to get there is home poisoning.

"Let me say it again. You're special."

If you're hungry, I'll give it to you.

Praise and approve, a family that can share the same values, mysteries and threats that blow up boring everyday life.

A fictional friend, Rose.

"... Lukulu"

Huh?

"Call me Lucrus, Rose."

The first obstacle is clear.

I smiled and tapped her right arm with the left hand that was attached to the hand I was holding. [M]

"Greetings, Luc, I'll find out who's after you. It may be strange to ask you to do this, but I need your help."

I smiled quietly in my heart at the eyes opened to excitement and joy. [M]