Helper teacher of magic girls' school

The dark surroundings finally return to the normal view.

When Lew sees him, he, Fran and Gisele are just like mental bodies (astral).

One old man, who seemed uncomfortable, was sitting in a crude chair in a qualitative room in front of the Lou's eyes.

The old man is not a human race.

He is an old man of the Arv tribe with gray hair and slightly pointed ears.

Age doesn't seem clear from the look of it, but it looks pretty old.

But my physique is small, but my skin color is white and tense to fall out, and my supple muscles are not fading.

Seeing him, Luu changes his rare and serene expression.

"Grandpa!

Seeing what Lou said and how surprised he was, Fran and Giselle learned that this old man was Shrvestel Eiltvara, the former Sowell of Art.

"This man!

"The head of the great Art, the parent and master of your husband's upbringing...... you are!

Lew calls Schlvestel out loud, Fran and Giselle talk the same way, but the three of them apparently can't hear each other over there.

"Hmmm... then I guess I'll go out"

Shrvestel whimpered small, opening his own door and leaving the room.

Outside the room was a soldier of the Art, armed with a long, devilish sword, dressed in sturdy leather armor with a light blue colour.

The swordsman pushes Schulvestel to leave the room and tries to ask more questions.

From his voice, the swordsman was apparently a woman.

Fran and Giselle look - beautiful, long blonde hair, colored eyes, and a beautiful face that looks familiar!

... This is, what if!?

"Kelly!? Headmistress Celturi?... No... Not at all!

Unexpectedly it was Fran, nicknamed Kelturi, but beside him, Luu shook his neck slightly beside him.

'Right... that swordsman is Lew,... it's Lewdia'

"'Lyudia!?

Unexpectedly the voices of Fran and Giselle overlapped.

"Kelly's Sister's Lewdness"

"... beautiful woman (one)..."

Fran stared down at Lyudia Eiltvara, Kelturi's sister, nicknamed Rue.

The interaction between Shrvestel and Lyudia continues, roughly with the Luwe and the others.

"Dear Shrvestel! In this way, before dawn, head out to which way! In the first place, it's very dangerous, such as being able to go out alone, and I want you to stop!

Shrvestel invites her the other way around without looking bad against Lyudia as she blames her.

"Dangerous? To this nonsense? Ha, you coming too, if you like? Ludia, this is the day I've been waiting for, the day my friend Louis predicted destiny."

When the name of Louis Salomon, the ancient magic king of the human race, comes out of the mouth of Shrvestel, Lyudia also rightly dwells on the boulder.

It's basically an Art that overlooks the human race, but it's just as special as Louis Salomon, who was told he was comparable to God.

And Lyudia is also fully aware that this great Sowell is an acquaintance with the Magic King.

"of destiny prophesied by Lord Louis Salomon... day?

"Oh, for Art... no, it can be an important and intense day like the 7,000 years of my life that I've had so far."

It's not like Shrvestel said that much.

Lyudia had changed her mind about giving up on going out and accompanying her.

Naturally, I'm curious.

"On such an important day... I am accompanied by an immature... May I?

"Ha. It's about you anyway. Even if I tell you not to come, I am determined to come. Your duty is to protect you."

Lyudia Ayrtvara chuckled when Shrvestel smiled bitterly.

And he put his left arm upon his chest, and knelt at the feet of Shrvestel.

"I thank the great Sowell for his generous willingness. Then let me make a statement."

Thus the stars that had not yet dawned instantly went out at night.

- That's where the sights Lu and the others are switching again.

Now it's the deep woods where Shrvestel and Lyudia are walking.

The two bodies are covered in dazzling light, and if you have learned magic, you will see that it is a tremendous magic wave.

This place is a long way from the inside of the Art.

It is the transfer magic of Sürvester that leaps the subspace to this forest and is directed to its destination with fortified magic activated on the body.

No... it looks like we're looking for someone rather than heading for a destination.

And if you look good, the two legs haven't made it to the ground.

I'm walking about 30 cm from the ground to flow at a good speed.

Eventually, Lyudia opens her eyes and stunned colors dwell in her beautiful colored eyes.

"What are the signs of this... young person? Why are you here? And I'm right beside you... here, what are these signs!?

"Ha, did it look that way to your enemy, too? A human toddler (little one) and this sign… normally, I can't think of it first."

Actually, the forest where Shrvestel and Lyudia live is not just a normal wildlife, but rather a dangerous place where vicious demons and warcraft travel when they say they are dealing with different worlds.

"My friend Louis clearly said this to me when he died. I will definitely be back... Shrvestel, I will see you again..."

…………

"That's today in 3,000 years."

Lyudia was half-hearted.

No matter how close they say to God, what they say is human - they can't be God.

Once dead and after his service in heaven and in the underworld, even if he could be reincarnated, the management of life in union is under the jurisdiction of the Genesis God and his apostles, and Aarv, of course, cannot be helped by the will of the Son of the Weak.

That Louis Salomon would have been reincarnated at this hour of the day if it had made Shrvestel say, and prophesied at death that he would appear before him.

Sure, if that's true, I can understand what Shrvestel says is so important...

"We can identify where he is… then we will transfer"

Shrvestel's magic is basically unchanging.

And it boasts a tremendous amount of magic that can be said to be tens of thousands of times the normal arv.

Shrvestel relies on its magic to achieve all kinds of powerful magic.

Naturally, the knowledge and technology inherited from the original Sowell, and his seven thousand years of drilling, were added.

The greatest Sowell since the birth of Arv to this world - that is the Shrvestel Eiltvara.

The fact was nothing but heavy pressure for the new Sowell, which would sooner or later inherit the traces of Schlvestel.

Besides, compared to Shrvestel, the new Sowell candidates are less than their masters and their prenatal babies.

Clearly, the digits are too different, including myself.

Schulvestel Eiltvara...... great Sowell.

In case anything happens to him...... what the hell will happen to us Art's future?

Lyudia was sighing small as she turned to her destination with Shrvestel's metamorphosis magic.