Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

We then went back to the room and enjoyed dinner in addition to the hot water.

I'm glad to be able to tongue-in-cheek a delicious meal honestly.

After all, when everyone smiles, the rice is good.

When I see Satsuki looking to have fun, this one looses its mouth.

"... hmm? Will, stare at my face. - Oh, so it's time you fell in love with me?

Satsuki laughs at me and says that.

I get a little thrilled with a smile pointed directly at me from the front.

... I wonder.

In general, you can't deny anything stupid.

The fact that I like the way Satsuki looks like she enjoys herself also seems to me to be an untrue fact.

"... well, yeah. Maybe there is something about me being in love with Satsuki's smile. But that's not what it started."

That's what I answer, I spoon the potage soup and carry it to my mouth.

It is a doctrine that does not lie in vain.

Then Satsuki, hearing my words, turned her eyes round and blushed her cheeks.

And out of sight of me, bumps and crushes.

"... Damn, that's what Will sometimes says. Every time my maiden heart is blown away. Uh, no more, I'm in love again. Will's Bar Cover Ka"

…………

To that exchange, Mi and Cyril just looked at this one and Satsuki in a flicker, without mentioning anything in particular.

That was how the slightly awkward air flowed, but it quickly flowed away and returned to the usual other unloved conversations.

The dining time was generally the usual atmosphere and it became a peaceful moment.

Then we drink as much as we do each other, and eventually the atmosphere is broken up around the point where we feel drunk.

"It's time for me to go to bed. As much as you do."

That's what I said and headed to my bed.

And sit back in bed and start getting ready for bed.

But at that time, I heard the sound of a bread, and a slap on my cheek.

When I looked up at him thinking something, it was like the sound of Mi slapping himself on the cheek with both hands, which was on the table.

She then jumps a little from the chair she was sitting in.

"William, it's just a little bit of sleep, I want you to wait"

That's what Mi said, and she came closer to me sitting on the bed.

I thought I was watching something.

─ ─ Pough.

Trying to stick to my hips from the front, Mi kept herself with me and hugged me.

Mi's body temperature, close to her waist, and soft and slightly sweet aromas are transmitted.

I just had to be surprised.

"... mi? What the hell is this...?

When I ask, Mi answers this with her forehead pressed against my belly.

"I'm sorry I lied. But Mi is a bandit (sheaf). The way Mi fights is always unintentional."

I didn't see her expression.

But the slightest glimpse of the cheeks was stained bright red.

If you look at Satsuki or Cyril what it means, they probably shake their heads sideways.

Apparently, this is Mi's arbitrary behavior.

Then Mi looks up and tells him to me.

"William... Mi likes William"

Blinky, moist eyes pointed straight at me.

─ ─ Unintentional strike.

As Mi said herself, I did think this was unintentional.

Mi had declared earlier that he would put up a battle.

But I had a good bathing time, a peaceful meal time, and my mind was relaxed.

Today's happy hour is over about the floor with the flow as it is.

Somehow, that's what I meant.

So this from Mi, who tried to poke that gap in my mind, is definitely an accidental hit.

Her special and full hand, cleverly crafted by Mi, and perhaps even done by deceiving allies (Satsuki and Cyril) to deceive the enemy (me).

On the other hand, Satsuki and Cyril, who were supposed to have been fooled, also nodded at each other, then went into a position of solitary spit and watching what happened.

That was as if some sort of covenant had been made beforehand.

And Mi comes at me with further words.

"I'm not lying that Mi thinks William is like a family-- your brother. But Mi is falling in love with your brother. Mi is kind, dependable, and I love my brother William so much for watching me about Mi. Brother...... can't Mi be your brother's lover?

I'm intuitive.

I can't fight this, he said.

Plans worked out around me to sink me.

This one against is a total no-guard, no-card.

Mi furthermore comes to the fold with a series of attacks before I feel better.

"If you don't like it, do what you always do with Mi's head. Please hold Mi and accept all of Mi. Mi... I like William."

It was a furious wave-like attack.

My wall of reason was about to be broken down as easily as algae chips.

There is no room for thought and my hand is about to move alone.

Give me Mi's head. So, I hold that little body, and my desire to make her my thing works.

Besides that, even reason begins to endorse it.

Why should I push the girl who thinks so much of me all the way out of the way?

What reason is there, that justice, is the way of men?

Emotions, desires, reason, everything I had affirmed her.

There is no such thing as fighting.

This is no good.

Fall.

No, they drop it.

Yes, when I was convinced of my defeat...

From inside my luggage bag by the bed (...), I heard that voice.

"─ That's dark, isn't it? Are you sure this is okay?... Uh, Will, can you hear me? Me, me, me, Eileen. Reply if you hear me."

The time on the spot seemed to have stopped perfectly.

Me sitting on the bed.

I'm holding that on my hip, Mi.

Satsuki and Cyril watching how it went.

They were all rigid.

In the meantime, the first one to move was Mi.

She starts sniffing around my luggage bags as she shits and leaves me.

And when I take out the medium-sized hand mirror I use for the communication (contact) spell that was there, I fang toward that mirror surface.

"Phew, ha, ha! Irene, what a strength of bad luck!

"What, mi, mi? What's the matter, are you mad?... uh, is Will there more than that? I'd like you to take my place."

"Chip, I get it. Remember the night without the moon."

"Yeah... what the..."

That was apparently Eileen, who had been contacted from a remote location by a communications (contact) spell.

The communication (contact) spell that connects the hand mirror to the dedicated hand mirror to which magic has been granted naturally makes this one the receiving side.

Perhaps even one of the court magicians in the royal castle let him use a communications (contact) spell.

I gave Irene my hand mirror number (number), so it's not strange in itself to hear from her...

"Yes, William."

"Oh, oh."

Receive a hand mirror from Mi.

Then Mi rushed over to her own bed, then dived straight into bed and buried her there.

Her figure, buried in her face against the pillow, gave rise to signs of some bland, burnt-out ash.

I turn to the mirror with it aside.

There was a girl with the boyish appearance of a silver-haired shortcut, Irene Gracelord, the princess of this country, who became my childhood friend.

"Oh, Will! I'm sorry I'm late this night."

"Oh, I don't mind. Is this urgent business?

"Yeah, yeah. It's tough."

Eileen, who had placed it before, took a breath and then told him this.

"Thank you. The Demon King, the Demon King, has appeared in this land. The whole Wang capital is making a fuss. So, Will, I need you to help me with the Demon King crusade."

What she had communicated was exactly what she deserved to call water in her sleeping ears.