Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Blaise Belton's bright voice echoes the executive actor who just divides the field when his story with Luw and Nellie Barenier comes to a paragraph.

"Now we're all going to talk. Last seat change, let's go."

He would have feared what would happen at first in Fernan d 'Orondo's rampage, but as it turns out, he's progressing well and the blades are horrified.

She waves back happily too when Lew waves at Nelly.

The meaning of it is completely different from each other, but that is the difficulty of men and women again.

Suzanne Oriol on the opposite side waves gently as Luu moves and sits in the seat next to her.

She's in a perfect mood already, too, and seems to be enjoying her dinner party tonight.

"Good evening, Mr. Lew"

Szanne was a healing woman with blonde hair stretched up to her back and beautiful blue eyes.

My eyes feel a little droopy when I laugh.

Many men seem to mistake that smile for one another.

Lew thinks it might look a little like Orelly.

"Good evening, Suzanne. You're welcome. You must have been the wizard of the Ministry of God."

"Yeah, it is. I'm a healer... I joined the Ministry of God admiring the noble act of healing knights on the battlefield, but it's a lot more stressful than I thought I'd be in the field."

"Right. The deeper the wound, the more difficult it becomes to heal, and it's hard not to get used to the cruelty of a sword spear wound on the first battlefield. Even general therapeutic behavior relieves the symptoms of the disease and requires a high level of skill to treat it, as well as heavy pressure from patients and families to 'expect'."

"Oh, you know what? Surely we all only see healers in the image of mere healing systems, so you don't understand how difficult it is behind them."

Szanne asks him, clapping his hands in empathy with what Lew says.

"That's all you know, Mr. Lew still exercises restorative magic."

Luu laughed vaguely when Szanne asked him to give his consent.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Sophisticated? Hehe, that's probably a pretty good handler, isn't it?"

Szanne laughs like a prank and tries to explore Lew's prowess.

"Ha, I'll leave it to Suzanne's imagination. But either way, it's not good to stress."

He advised that Lew should not lighten up Szanne's pursuit and, conversely, try not to think of it.

The incident of Fernan's late seizure doesn't seem to have anything to do with stress.

"That's right... after all, do you get annoyed with a lot of things... is there any good solution? By the way, does Mr. Lew know any good ways to solve this?

Szanne asks Luu as she leans her neck cutely.

It is a pity that most men will come.

"Oh, I'm doing a few things if you're nervous."

"Is it a scuffle? What is it?

Szanne embarked on herself when she heard that Lew had a way of getting stressed out.

"Eating delicious food and moving your body in moderation."

Szanne was a little disappointed in Lou's answer, or worried about the beautiful blue eye.

"Something delicious? But tell me, there are no shops where women can go in alone. There are also a lot of numbs..."

Lew remembered Fernan's behavior earlier and that Orelly had recently been able to speak from a good and strange man.

Is there a lot of that going on in the city?

Suzanne asks if Lew is in trouble.

"So what kind of store is Mr. Lew going to?

"Yeah, there are a few, but I'd recommend a" hero pavilion ". But as Suzanne said, there are so many" a bit of healthy male customers, "maybe someone should take them to the" strong man "I know."

Upon hearing Rue's story, Szanne nodded, showing her moist eyes as she smiled.

Apparently, he thought Lew was inviting himself.

"Hehe, that's good. Invite me anytime, I'll be waiting."

I changed the subject subtly when I was surprised by the unexpected reaction because Lew had no intention of doing so at all.

"Oh, oh... I'm stressing out later by working out my body. I teach martial arts at school."

"Heh, are you a militant wizard? That's reliable! Isn't martial arts like protection? Plus, I've been lacking exercise lately, so I'd love to learn from you, Mr. Lew. Then I made a promise with the restaurant earlier, absolutely."

... This is also the back.

And Lu could but laugh unwittingly.

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Restaurant "(Viola)" 9pm......

The bright voice of Blaze, the executive, echoes again.

"Now it's time for the dinner party to open. Good luck to you all."

So aside from Luu, the men are inviting two of us each to go for a drink together, which is all about the battle.

But after a brief exchange, they seemed to say no beautifully.

It was the merchant, Macale Bennish, who was the most blatant when he decided he had no pulse.

"Well, gentlemen. Now, if you'll excuse me."

That's why I just left the store.

"Then I'll be excused first."

I know it's not like I got stuck, but Blades, the executive officer, also greets me and leaves the store.

Left behind are Luu and Fernan, and the women.

They were talking about something.

Apparently, about this later appointment.

Isabel Bouquet, an executive from among the women, invited Luu.

And when Lu came near, Isabel whispered softly.

"Mr. Lew, would you like to join us for a light drink?

But Lu's reply was inconclusive.

"No, I'm sorry, but I have business early tomorrow, so I'll make it another time. If that's all right with you, you called my carriage, so the ladies let me drive you home, but what do we do?

Isabelle was disappointed with Luu's unexpected reply, but the only one she was happy with was Adrienne.

She didn't like it when Lew and the other women talked like they were close, even though they were friends.

"Really...? That's a shame. I'll talk to everyone about the carriage."

Isabelle dropped her shoulders and consulted with the Adrianes again.

And in the end, it was Lu's carriage that led him home.

I normally know what you're doing by looking at such an interaction from a distance.

It goes without saying that the most disappointing part was Fernan, who was refused a second meeting by Adrienne.