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

Even though there was an opaque part of the reason why the Second Queen chose me as a court magician because of her thoughts, the documents showing that she was recognized as a court magician were genuine.

My ranking as court magician is one hundred and eighty. It is not likely that he will be instantly revered as the one hundred and eighth magician in the kingdom, but rather that he will suspect what hand he used to obtain that status.

In fact, there are many students who blatantly harass or look down on students who have drawn the Incident Spirit. Even if those guys aren't everything, if they're good, they're not of good quality again, and I've been made to lick spicy acids again and again.

"No, but that's a painful story. The world hasn't thrown it away yet."

My roommate Sven was back in the room before me. When I told him I was going west from tomorrow, at first I was surprised with my eyes round, but he blessed me right away.

Sven has a contract with the Spirit of the 'Stone', whose hair is greyed out by the influence. He laments that he's often mistaken for an old man, but he's only nineteen years older than me.

Since I became a roommate three years ago, Sven and I have been close without any particular quarrel. As each other who drew the same indulgent spirits, we were sometimes treated close, but by no means were we convinced of the surrounding assessments and grubby.

"The Incident Spirit is a lettel made by hard-headed people. I don't know what I'm talking about with a stone."

"Well, Sven's a stonehead. We all don't have eyes for battle."

"I can't help it because it's considered a magician's job to blow it away without getting close. I think I need protection as well as attacking."

Sven's tone gives the impression that he's old, but sometimes Leslie tells me he's 'like an uncle' and he snaps. That is also one of the reasons why he is seen getting older than his age.

"... Sven, if I leave, say hello to Leslie"

"Say no."

"Huh... hey, what is that? I may be complaining, but I'm serious..."

Me, Sven, and Leslie. The three of us often acted together, and Leslie, who knows people, should see Sven as a friend.

But Sven shrugged his shoulder, and when he could snap a homemade cigar I made, he lit it with an experimental match and smoked it. Even if it looks like this, it is a medicinal cigar used to reduce inflammation of the lungs and circulatory tract, so it does not harm your health.

"Glass, you have to be angry with Leslie for that. I can't replace a glass, and vice versa. And..."

"... and?

"No, it's nothing. More than that, Glass, I'm going to qualify for something like you and continue my future job search. I'm in this dorm for the time being, so I'll leave this room there if I ever get back to college temporarily."

"Oh, that helps. Well, I guess I shouldn't be back, but I guess I'll have to go back to college for something."

If I were to return, after being recognized under His Highness Astina. It would be when I got some credit, established my standing, and got a vacation.

Or complete your role in the West. Either way, it will take years, or more than a decade.

"Well, shall we go out to the city and have a drink today or so? Let's pray for the prosperity of our best friends and celebrate."

"Prosperity... I hope so. First of all, they still tell me I can't use it, and I need to make sure they don't erase the court magician's authorization."

Sven weaves a jacket on the wall, and I'll imitate it. Unlike other students, we don't have that much money to be free, and entertainment is limited to whispers.

Still, that day, I thought I would forget the flavour of the cheap drinks I had had with Sven even when I went to the West.

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The next morning, a carriage was picking me up at the main entrance of the School of Magic, so I grabbed my stuff and wove a long coat of clothes from the top of my uniform and came out on the surface.

Although it is cold in the spring, it is enough that it is occasionally frosty in the morning. Today it is relatively warm, but I wonder about the West - near the northern border, temperatures are low in the highlands and it is said to be plagued by snow, so I would expect it to be a more adaptable environment than that.

"In the glass...... are you Mr. Glass Weed"

"Eh... bi, I'm surprised. What can I do for you?

While waiting for the carriage, he was called out. I wouldn't be so surprised if that were the case, but I was stunned by the unusual wind of the person who had spoken up and accidentally wolfed me.

The man - and his voice is high when he does it - weaves his coat from above his clothes like a black butler. Small, but I'm earning height by wearing leather shoes that are a little thick on the bottom, and the height of my gaze is not so different from mine.

But just facing the face, I was surprised because he was wearing dark colored glasses, like putting up a coat collar and hiding his mouth, wearing a hat and even using only some teachers at the School of Magic.

(What a frigid outfit...... no, people have their own circumstances. Maybe he's trying not to show his face because his voice is high and he sees it like a boy)

I managed to fold in myself and embrace the unusual style of the man I've been speaking to.

"Congratulations on being promoted to court magician this time. I'm Re... I'm a person named Rendle. I was entrusted with the role of squire, Master Glass, who became a court magician. For that reason, I will accompany you to the West from now on."

"Rendle...... that's a name you've never heard of in a student. Or maybe I just don't know."

"I am not a student, I have just been nominated by the Deacon's Association for secondment"

When you become a court magician, will you have a secretary just like your sister-in-law? In the case of my sister-in-law, she has a few female secretaries, but in my case, she has a male butler.

"By butler, do you mean you'll be my secretary?

"Yes. Military doctors are a very busy job. Please tell us anything, such as managing the medical records of the Knights. I will be your assistant when I treat you."

I have to be honest with you about how suspicious it looks, but it's very comforting to have someone to come with you rather than go to a land you don't know on your own.

"Okay, I don't know if I can go over there and start working as a military doctor right away either, but I'm going to do what I can. Best regards,"

"Nice to meet you, to the glass... Dear Glass"

Offering her right hand, Mr. Rendle has held back modestly. Even if I wear gloves, they're still just small and my hands are about a turn smaller than mine.

"... that?

"Duh, what's wrong...?

"No, I'm sorry, somehow remember my friend. I hope she's well, too."

Leslie didn't come to see me off, but when I get to the West safely, I'm going to send out a letter. Actually, I already did during last night - it's not weird whenever anything happens because I'm on the front line where I'm going.

"This is a letter to a friend. May I ask Mr. Rendle to keep it for me when something happens? I think it's too heavy to ask for the first favor."

"... no, not heavy, etc. Sure, I'll keep it."

"Thank you"

I'll leave a letter with Mr. Rendle. He stuck it in the inner pocket of his coat - even though it's small, something looks thick on his chest plate.

"Mr. Rendle, are you doing any martial arts? The thickness of the chest plate is amazing."

"Eh... yes, no. I don't know... I'm embarrassed to hear this, but it's a pigeon's chest, so I'm wrapping it around."

"Ah... Oh really? I'm sorry, I asked you something weird."

"No, never mind. And I'm a secretary, so you don't have to be respectful."

"Okay. Well, don't hesitate... Mr. Rendle, the carriage's here, so let's go"

He's a man of his age, so I hope Mr. Rendle and I can have a relationship as friends.

When I get into the front carriage passenger seat, Mr. Rendle comes in later. He doesn't take off his hat when he gets in the carriage - well, some people do, so he didn't pursue it deeply.

"... I'm also new to the West so I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of place"

Thanks to Mr. Rendle, who talks to me that way, I seemed to be able to help myself through my thoughts and get anxious until I got to the West.