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

The door of the College Director's Office is hung with a bill that reads' In the Millennial Weed Room '.

Yes - the dean is my sister-in-law, called a college talented girl, the youngest in history and in her current position.

My sister-in-law took office three years ago, and I've been called in about once a week to keep her posted. I'd like to think it's time I didn't even count on my sister-in-law to supervise me, but I can hardly say 'I'm an independent adult too, so I don't really want you to call me in' when I get in front of her.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you come in when you said you were getting there?"

"Eh... su, excuse me, college director. Excuse me."

In college, I don't call the dean my sister. That's supposed to be the arrangement, but this room seems to be out of the rules, and I get into the room, and my sister-in-law stares at me and greets me.

"Yes, no, because it was outside the room for once. We're inside, so I'll switch from here. Uh, sister-in-law."

"Hmm...... I'd like to ask why it seems like a hassle, but okay"

The sun is shining through the window behind my sister-in-law over a thin curtain, and her long emerald hair can be seen in the light. He said he used to have chestnut hair, but that his contract with the top spirits in the wind system changed the color of his hair and eyes to the color that symbolizes his attributes.

If I hadn't been a family with this, I would have been so nervous many times now - such a beautiful woman, I wouldn't be looking.

My father remarried when I was just a young girl, and my sister-in-law came home. The stepchildren of my father's remarriage meant I didn't know how to deal with them at first, but that seemed the same to her, and I also had the intermediary of my stepmother to break them down a little bit. Nowadays, I'm more reluctantly adored as my brother.

When she took her seat, she went around the big desk she always used and came all the way to me. The light from the window she was on her back was dazzling, but then her eyes got used to it - her sister-in-law weaves her feathers on a white shirt without closing her black coat (cloak) in front. That's because the big breasts that you have to order everything in your clothes catch on.

The coat is also a testament to her being a court magician. The gold pendant she's wearing around her neck has a rocket on it, and it's stamped with a '17' number - a magician in this country and located on the seventeenth staircase, that's her.

"... what's up? Are you depressed and unable to attend mock warfare classes again?"

"I'm used to it. I've had fewer friends since I signed with the Spirit, but they like it too and they're not keeping their distance from me...... does that sound strong"

"Your spirits will be left out of the academy. Getting close to opponents that can be combined in mock warfare, etc., or with opponents of the same lineage as yourself, has no choice to some extent. That's impossible."

Undressed words on the teeth, rather refreshing the chest. If we can't pull the Elemental Spirit, we're going to have to live as detached people in this college.

How good the grades in the classroom are, they are not appreciated by the spiritual lineage alone, and from their classmates they are treated like roadside grass. As a plant spiritual user, it's a proper treatment, what a self-derision, I was accustomed to the present situation.

"But...... if this country is not surrounded by the enemy nations. It seems to me that not only the possible lineage of military use, but also the spirits of you, Leslie and Sven, may be the object of the study"

"... I know that the history of this country goes hand in hand with war. College graduates have also been put on the front lines to achieve results. It's been a long time since we've been able to push back the border on the Eastern Front."

I think he's sarcastic. It's unlikely that there will be any enemies in this country for another hundred years - my sister-in-law, who joined the Southern Front as a military junior, understands the status quo better than I do.

His sister-in-law, who has a contract with the Spirit named 'Tempest', who is high among the wind spirits, says he has enough power to stop a thousand armies. I've never seen her on the battlefield, but I've heard rumors as a martial arts hero that even the male knights of the Hundred Wars followed her for fear of command.

Why, she could have left the front line and moved to the Silvana School of Magic. That is because her accomplishment led her to conclude a ceasefire agreement with the enemy countries of the South.

A military magician can turn to the clerical way if he returns alive from the front line. If there is such a thing as a ceasefire agreement being broken, she will return to the army, but otherwise she will not be forced to join other fronts.

"My friends who are going to the East will also come back safely if we keep going like this. I was hoping to get you involved..."

"... sister-in-law, what's the business of calling me here? It sounds like I'm leaving the academy now."

I notice you say that. Scouts to college students from outside are mostly communicated by the Dean of the College.

If there's a god to throw away, you mean there's a god to pick up - that's what I expected for a moment, and thank you, it didn't seem so sweet.

My sister-in-law, with a strange face, offered me the paperwork she had left on her desk.

"... this is not a military gathering order... From the royal family, the letter of death...?

"That's right. Congratulations, Glass. You have been exceptionally qualified to be the last of the court magicians."

"I... the court, to the magician...?

Exactly, it was a blue sky thunderbolt.

Leslie was also called in, so I expected she wasn't just called in for a status update, as usual - but I can't even participate in a mock fight, which is a story I don't care what you think about being elected court magician.

I could tell by looking at the face of my millennial sister-in-law that it was simply not a pleasant and good story. Something, a sense of sadness, can't be serious at any point and divert attention from one another.

"You are always at the top of the list in your grades. Magic Theory, Spiritual Systematics, Naturology, and Political Science. Commerce, Pharmacy... You're in every class and taking 'Yu' in just about every subject just because you can't take part in a mock fight"

There are only three types of Magic Academy ratings: Yu, OK, and not possible, so that's what happens if you score a decent score even when you say Yu, but surely no student will have as many credits in many subjects as I do.

However, because there is no place to show the spiritual magic technique, the actual technique is treated as zero or unappreciated. When combined with practical skills and pedagogy, I can only score fifty points no matter how hard I try, and I rank below average.

For this reason, I was not able to take the court magician's exam when I filed my application. It's only a miracle that I was exempted from the exam and chosen as a court magician.

- Or are you involved in some kind of ploy?

If that's the case, I can also nod that my sister-in-law doesn't look like a blessing.

"And not only are you doing well, but you're qualified as a 'spiritualist' this year"

"Yes. I'm sorry, I gave my sister-in-law an ex-post consent."

"I know to some extent what kind of activity you do in the college with a report from your secretary. I'm more than happy that you're searching for and working your way to independence."

Arm up, my sister-in-law has tender eyes that make this one embarrassing. Always have, ever since I met you, you want to treat me like a child - this one said that you've been alone enough to suffer to deflect consciousness from the big breasts on that arm.