There is a crowd in the corner of the usual classroom.

"I'm about to move on to the next level with this configuration."

"Worcester, it's hard to find a participant who has never exceeded the test in that period. I think it's better to endure this month at this level. And the formation is like this ..."

It's been two days since Allen's summoning level reached six. Before the morning's homeroom begins, a classmate named Worcester puts parchment on Allen's desk and discusses how to capture a party led by Worcester.

Allen consults seriously and gives advice while considering the timing of the capture and the disadvantages of the composition.

Many students circle around the exchange between Allen and Worcester. More and more students are seeing this conversation that began last month.

In early May, he recruited strays in the classroom and made Kiel a friend.

Since then, I have begun to seek advice from Allen, who has already taken the dungeon strategy. I keep consulting according to everyone's level and party composition.

Allen offers advice on dangers in life-threatening dungeons in a safe and secure manner. The number of people increases each time you answer.

Allen is quite surprised at this situation. She surrounded her rare and powerful sword saints and mages, and thought that she would be jealous and beaten. In this classroom, those who are close to the number of the test taken in the appraisal ceremony are set. So, some students were in the same line as Allen, others saw all the stats of the appraisal being E, and saw some interactions with the brave.

However, the impression of recruiting strays in the classroom may have been stronger than that. Around the age of twelve, it may have seemed to lead everyone.

The crowd includes Klena, Cecil, and Dogora in nearby seats, but Keel is not in the wheel.

One person is sitting far away.

(I'm still missing lunch. I have to talk once.)

Allen thinks about Keel, answering Worcester's questions. Keel has been receiving C-class dungeon rewards on a per-member basis for the past 20 days. Two silver boxes came out. Kiel's diet, which he expected to improve immediately, did not improve.

A teacher comes into the classroom thinking about keel.

"Hey, today? I'll be seating and telling you what to do."

We get away from Walla Walla and Allen's seats.

"I told you last week that I'm going to have a class in the afternoon with the sword St. Doberg, who is now, but I won't be rude."

Ken St. Doberg has been staying in the school city since last week. The purpose is to guide students at the school. Everything seems to come from the hero Hermios and the swordsman of the Empire.

There are 3,000 first graders. They seem to give classes in the afternoon after being divided several times. I have been teaching since last week. I wonder if the battlefield is okay, but it will be somehow.

Allen suddenly sees the same sword, St. Clena.

(Buh !! This is an eye for plotting something)

Klena listens with motivated eyes to talk about her homeroom. Allen feels anxious about the glow of his eyes.

After class in the morning, go to the cafeteria at lunchtime to be abducted by classmates in the classroom. Everyone is dead and desperate. Allen has no time to go to the dungeon every day after class. Allen can consult in front of his home room and at lunch.

I wanted to talk a little with Kiel, but I would like to go back to school on a day off.

It is said that sword st. Deberg classes can be taken by applicants regardless of their talents. Since some classes take classes together, the number of students is quite good.

Today, people who want to take classes in Doberg were gathered at the game martial arts hall in the school. Allen is also among the students, with Clena, Cecil, and Dogora. I don't see keel coming.

Instructors will come on schedule soon.

(Oh! It's Doberg, it's my first Doberg, self-proclaimed hero and sister)

The first time I heard Doberg's name was when she was five years old. The name that roars to the reclamation village is probably a famous man who competes for one or two in the kingdom.

Three people come to be surrounded by instructors. It is said that Sword St. Deberg was born a serf and is now over 60 years old. Although many sword saints have been born in the kingdom since Doberg, only Doberg has survived. A gray-haired man with an eyepatch. There are countless scars on the face.

Sword St. Doberg says he is only interested in fighting. It's always on the battlefield, and this is one of the reasons schools are coming to one of the few kingdoms.

Against the expressionless sword St. Deberg, sitting on the floor of the martial arts table, thinking about what he is standing in front of the student and thinking that he will return to the front when this is over listen.

Some people have seen sword sacred for the first time, so I've been talking for a long time about how amazing it is. It's a bit abstract because I'm blurring the story of the Demon King Army.

The explanation of the instructors is transferred to the hero. Some students complain that the hero was really there. Most of the students in picture books think they are fictional and non-existent. In response to the voice of whether he is really a brave, he smiled as before, waving his hand lightly toward the students.

After hearing the story of the three heroes from their homeroom teachers, they would ask questions about sword saints and the hero, and give guidance on how to swing and move their bodies. It was such a story in the prior explanation that was done so as not to be rude to Kensei.

I spent about 30 minutes listening to the three heroes.

"So, do you have any questions for Heroes Hermius, Sword St. Sylvia, or Sword St. Doberg?"

Ask if the teacher has any questions.

"Yes! I have a question for Ken St. Doberg!"

A voice familiar to Allen can be heard from the side. Definitely Clena's voice. There is no doubt as she shouted next door.

Here are students aged 12-13. It is about the same as the first grade of junior high school in the previous life.

They are sure to be children, but they grew up in a harsher environment than they did in the past. Some are sarcastic, but self-control is better than real-world children.

Some students were asking questions, but as the heroes and sword saints squeeze into the situation, the pink-haired girl's hands rise straight. Doberg's eyebrows pop up

"... Oh, Clena? I'm asking the sword St. Doberg."

"Give me?"

"This is the sword saint who came in this year."

The teacher tells Doberg about Klena. Allen thinks that the athletic classroom teacher uses polite language for Deberg.

"So, Clena. What's the question for Sword St. Doberg?"

"Yes! How can I use my skills?"

Clena asks a question with a carefree smile.

"What?"

The teacher insists. The student hears "What is a skill?"

"Krena did it ..."

Dogora mutters with a sigh.

(I still haven't learned skills in class)

In a dungeon capture that began in April, Clena and Dogora have been worried all the time because they were unable to activate their skills. Allen went through several sword, spear, and ax skills classes, but most of the exercises and swings to build his body.

He doesn't seem to teach skills in class. I don't know when the lesson will begin on skills, but maybe next year.

"Kuh, Clena. You've said that the skills are starting next year!"

(I've been asking Clena, my teacher since next year)

He shouts his face brightly red and asks why the homeroom teacher asked the question. Apparently, Clena was going to ask Kensei about her skills because her homeroom teacher did not tell me.

The sword St. Doberg stared at Klena, staring at such straight eyes, with her eyes turned into eyes.