Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Alban Beauvoir, president of the School of Magic Boys, has a twisted eye.

Stare at Adelaide.

"So, Count Dumaire! You don't mind if we set the rules for this fight on our side of the Magic Boys' School?

Words provoked by Alban, both provocative and presumptuous.

Maybe you're going to take the firm pledge of "Successful Enemy" Adelaide, "Senchi".

In contrast, Adelaide has only one word.

"If it's fair!

"Ha! Naturally, I don't imitate cowardice."

"I hope so."

"Hehe, he's suspicious. So let me tell you the rules we've decided on here."

Let me ask you something.

"Traditional Magic School male and female rivalries have come to compete with the smoothness, and precision, of the magic activation of the offense. But it's not funny at all in the same way. So this time I want to change my taste with Gallari."

When Alban said that, he laughed funny as he "did it to".

There still seems to be something, 'inclusiveness'.

"This competition challenge is looking to change the magic type to gallery and make it an advanced summoning technique"

"Huh? Advanced summons?...?

"Uhm! From what I've heard, this time, you've summoned the demon, too, Olerie Bowe, who became the new student chairman."

"Yes, that's what my teacher said in the report."

And here Fran raises his hand.

"President! As a teacher for Olerie Bowe, I'd like your permission to speak."

"... Viscount Beauvoir, may her teacher speak?

"I don't mind, Count Dumaire. By the way, Olerie, are you, of course, your beloved daughter Francisca, more talented than that Francoise, Giselle?

It's like...

Alban, who previously brought up the name of the former student chairman, so that it would also be worthwhile.

It is a completely top-to-eye, inclusive statement.

But...

Fran knew.

It's unique to Orelly's family living in the same mansion...

Also, as the wife of the same Lou... Fran shares the secrets Orelly has.

I don't know anyone but my family...

Orelly is a brilliant healer with tremendous talent for healing, defensive magic...

He is a senior wizard of water attributes called "The Wicked Maiden of the Clean Stream".

The contents of the qualities are completely different...

Orelly's talent is no less than the two seniors who served as student chairmen.

Fran thinks so.

But on this occasion, we cannot reveal the secret.

As a member of Group C for the two years to which Orelly belongs, I can only say the general facts.

But in this subtle atmosphere,

I couldn't possibly not say a comment defending 'something' olery.

"Mr. Olerie Bowe is an outstanding student who has been the head of the school year since enrollment. Exams in magic are almost full, and practical challenges have been mildly completed for the first time, including summoning magic."

"Grades don't seem to be a problem as long as it's done."

"Who's the grader? What does that mean, Viscount"

"Ha, Count Dumaire. If it's only personal and you don't mind a simple comparison, let me tell you."

Again...

In what Alban says, Adelaide feels malicious.

I've felt it before, but it's especially bad this time.

"I don't mind the Viscount's personal opinion, say it"

I returned the Adelaide flat...

Fran, of course, even the usually calm and deposited Celturi had an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Let's say Zubari. Olerie, you don't have Hua Ha! Françoise or Giselle, if you're a blooming bloody rose, Orelly, you're a nameless weed that blooms in the field."

"Weed?... Viscount, isn't that too rude? Could you personally sell me a fight?

"Ha, calm down, calm down. I thought you said it was only personal."

"Even if I say it on a personal note... there are limits..."

"No, no, I want you to listen to me carefully. This suggestion from me is a good story for the Count and not a wish."

"What do you mean?

"Traditional Magic School male and female rivalries have come to compete with the magical activation of the offense, accuracy"

"Exactly."

"But that's superficial. Actually, it's 80% aesthetic, no, it's 90%."

"What do you want to say?

"Ha ha! The victory of the School of Magic Girls in rivalry meant that the 'appearance' was valued above the strength of the operator."

"Looking? Viscount! It's too rude."

"Count. Calm down, calm down. So it's not funny the same way. Didn't I tell you earlier that I wanted to change my taste with Gallari?

"More clearly! Tell me to go straight in."

"Okay! If you were to compete for the subject-matter's ability to summon magic, its advantages and disadvantages, this time it would be fairly appreciated and deliberated for the lack of aesthetic appreciation of the operator?

Less aesthetic evaluation of the operator this time?

Fine, it was an inclusive word.

Whatever that means, the value and appreciation of previous Magic Girls School victories,

And it's not a word that leads to Orelly's praise.

Rather the opposite is true.

"That!

"Really rude!

Exactly!

"I can't stand it anymore!" In the face of

Fran, Kelturi rose in momentum.

But Adelaide quickly raised her hand and leveled it, stopping them both.

"Stop! I'm not done talking about the Viscount yet.... Come on, Viscount, take the rest."

"Ha! The Count sounds like he understands the story, dude! Yurlish! Explain the rest to him from you!

"Yes! Uncle!

"Uncle?

"Hehe, to tell the truth, Yurlish is my nephew. I'm going to hit my sister's son. From a very young age, I squandered my hands, but my summoning magic arm is inside."

"Hehe, uncle. Not so much."

Humble Magic Boys School Student Chairman, Yurlish's neat face has

There was a cold grin.