Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

"- Mr. Glass, are you okay? Mr. Glass!"

When I heard Dr. Hendrick's voice and returned to me, I was held by Leslie and the other, by both sides, and supported.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine. A little unconscious."

"When you make a contract, it happens all the time. If you're safe, you'll never apologize to me as a teacher."

It was always said to be robust, and Dr. Hendrick's attitude, which was shrugged to the stone head, changed after hitting it earlier and became somewhere soft.

No - I'm not. The teacher looks at me, the emotions in his eyes.

"... a man cannot choose the Spirit. No matter how many drills you pile up, you don't always answer that. It's not your fault."

I immediately understood just what kind of feelings Dr. Hendrick had for me.

I'm sympathetic. I don't know why that's happening - because it pulled off.

"I also know what your old goals are from my position. Even if that path is true and closed, that doesn't mean it's over. As educators, we will explore your path together. That's it."

The teacher leaves the room. The other student leaves, and Leslie, who later stays, tries to pass beside me.

But when she stopped beside me, she said in a small voice with no power.

"... I might pull 'off' in three years too. At that time, scold me as much as you like..."

You said you wanted to see where you pull off earlier, but when you do, it shrinks so much.

When I look at her like that, I don't even feel depressed.

"Leslie can pull a hit. Besides, I'm glad I was able to sign off on it even when it came off. Now I can be a magician too."

Leslie had a slightly reddened eye and looked at me in horror. Really, if you're so carefree, I wish I didn't say something that sounds like a prank - can't you breathe, too?

But there was no reason for her to be concerned either. I'm trying to take it easy, but in fact, as a magician, I missed my birth course.

Most of the nearly a thousand students of the School of Magic are chosen as one of the elements of groundwater firewind and are certified as' combat magicians' who can have roles in the military and elsewhere, with the difference between upper and lower spirits.

Apparently I wasn't any of them, pulled off the detachment while Dr. Hendrick lost interest on the spot.

But Leslie has no responsibility. I have to thank you enough for being present at the ritual - usually because you're going to pay to look for people. In fact, the other person besides Leslie should be getting my paid part-time fee through the teacher.

"Anyway, thanks for the presence. I'll treat you to dinner again."

"... I like Brother Glass's hand cooking. Because he hasn't fed me lately."

I was depressed, but I say such a neat thing. My cooking is no big deal, but I have confidence there when it comes to making something that I can eat quite a bit with the ingredients.

"I think you should eat out. If Leslie says so, it's been a while since I've made it."

"Really? I was just trying to say no. After all, I'm glad I came to see you."

Mindful of the length of her forehead on her eyes, Leslie left her soldered smile and left the ritual room first.

"... I couldn't show you the good part"

Alone, I look at my feet.

The power of the spirits that lived in me is spilling over, and there's a change in the magic formation. A flaming spirit produces a flame, and a water spirit springs - none of which is the same.

The grass is growing so that it follows the shape of the magic formation. When it comes to stone floors, where the grass came from - no doubt, it was brought about by the power of the Spirit.

I mean, my spirits weren't the elemental spirits I hoped for - apparently, they were like spirits about 'grass'.

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Leslie will also undergo rituals at the age of fifteen in three years, a system different from mine, but that will draw the alleged spirits off.

She toured my ritual, so she told me I could do the opposite - but the role of ascertaining the 'spiritual seal' painted in Leslie's body was very unlikely to be borne by me.

The main reason would be because she had grown too far beyond my imagination by the time she was fifteen years old, who still left behind an obscenity when she was twelve.