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

Whatever it is, it's just me and that acquaintance who can eat the fruit of the elders at this time. Even if it doesn't help the fight, it benefits enough as of now on a daily basis.

"I don't like figs that much...... eh. It's delicious to have Brother Glass."

Kapu, hissing with a small mouth, Leslie moves her white throat and swallows the pulp.

She still looks healthy today - and I care about that was due to my exploration of another profession while I was falling for the court magician exam.

It's "The Spirit Doctor". In the path of spiritual magicians, very few people choose doctors - because the rewards they receive in health care are very low compared to the rewards that combat magicians get.

In the opinion of the Royal Army, attack is the greatest defense. However, I believe that the "spiritualist", which is considered a profession of love of things, is also an important profession that may be required in some cases.

Most importantly, being a spiritual doctor was also synonymous with giving up the path to a court magician, since it is almost imperative that the court magician be a combat magician.

"... what's wrong? Did you have a fight with Sven?

"No, that's not true. Sven's running around for a job, so I haven't really seen him."

"Phew."

Leslie says that she doesn't seem very impressed. Sven is my roommate, and he's also one of those people who, like us, has pulled the Unhappiness Spirit.

It draws an unfair spirit at a ratio of about five per hundred people, but then I can't attend any combat exercise classes at all. Battle exercises are assumed to use groundwater fire-style spiritual magic, so no other spiritual user can participate.

There's still a mock fight going on in the training ground, but we can't leave. So Leslie, three years younger, was also here to move freely. I would be in my own class if I were you, but I don't have any other students, so one of her becomes self-taught. Me and Sven are in the same situation, and I can't talk about people.

"The Spirit of 'Air' that Leslie contracted seems to work like the Spirit of the Wind."

"'Wind' is' Wind 'and' Air 'is' Air '. We're not together."

I know Leslie's magic can be used in combat. It can be very scary depending on how you use it, because you can interfere with the Spirit that resides in something that is everywhere called 'air'.

For example, what happens if the oxygen contained in the air is locally thickened? Conversely, if you lose oxygen - that's a slightly radical idea, but it should have great potential, but it's not appreciated by college standards.

That is also because the teachers of the College have a covenant with any Spirit of the Groundwater Fire Wind. Otherwise, spirits are 'evil roads' for teachers.

Leslie said she wanted to see me pull off, but she didn't seem that depressed about pulling it all the way to her.

The Spirit of Air is probably compatible with the Spirit of the Plant. But when I said that, it looked like I was inviting her to do a joint study, so I couldn't help but say the status quo.

Magician co-researchers often marry each other. The spiritual users of the same pedigree are considered compatible - they also say that the similarities do not work well with each other, except in terms of spirits.

Leslie lent me a handkerchief when I had finished eating each of the figs. I ask her as I wipe my hands.

"What was Leslie doing today?

"I was in the dean's office. So they told me to call Brother Glass next"

"The Dean of the College?... Leslie, did the Dean say anything to you?

Leslie tried to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. And put your index finger on your lips.

"You mean keep it to yourself now? Okay, I'll be there for now."

"... sorry"

"I have nothing to apologize for. If you're calling the dean, you should ask him after you meet him in person."

Her apology so much means that the story from the Dean of the College is not something you can listen to with ease.

"Then I'm coming. Leslie, thank you for calling."

"Yeah. Brother Glass, I'll see you tomorrow"

Leslie and I break up and go into the school building and head to the Dean's Office. Along the way, I find out.

'I'll see you tomorrow,' Leslie said, even though there's no chance we'll face each other again all day. That catches me a little.

Whatever it is, just talk to the Dean of the Academy and you'll see. I thought of the first time I'd seen a college director in a few days, and I stepped up my steps.