Helper teacher of magic girls' school

"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 such a cold grin as to say "hey".

Seeing Yurlish, Adelaide, for some reason, had a strong body.

"Now, Count Dumaire, this is my uncle's nomination, so as a young man, let me explain it to you from me, Yurlish."

"... Nice to meet you, Mr. Ulrich"

"Yes! … As my uncle said earlier, the subject of this confrontation will be summoning magic by decision of our school. Just in case... no problem, right?

"Yeah, there's no difference."

"Then I'll keep talking."

Yurlish said so and laughed niggly again.

It is a disgusting, unproductive, inferior laugh that I have seen many times.

…………

"Like any other magic, what is appreciated is of course the rapidity and accuracy of the activation of the operator…"

…………

"The subpoena magic shall compete for control of the subpoena, accuracy of understanding of the content of the order, and speed to fulfillment."

"As far as it goes...... then I ask Zubari, what kind of user demon does Mr. Ulrich call himself?

"Haha, you can even call me the Count Existence, I'm not a big fan... I'm a dog"

"Dog?"

"Yeah, just like the new student chairman at the School of Magic Girls, Mr. Olerie Bowe."

Yurlish told him to be proud of his victory.

By his side, his uncle Alban had the same unproductive grin as his nephew.

Apparently, we can find out more about Orelly than we expected...

It seems that the Magic Boys School side is taking a variety of measures to make the match a must next time.

…………

Adelaide was silent as to whether he was conceiving anything.

But Ulrich keeps talking.

Sounds more like a subpoena brag than a story.

"It's very big for a dog, and he's a dog whose whole body shines in red copper.

"Very big and brilliant in red copper...... dogs......"

"Hehe, yes. He's a tough, springy, proud dog."

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"Count! If the subject of the summons is the same dog as each other, it would be easier for both of us to compare, Mr. Orelly and me, wouldn't it? Which is the better operator."

"Mr. Yurlish."

"Yes."

"... O'Leary Bowe, our student chairman, I didn't know you knew her use demons were dogs... you're doing a good job of researching them?

"Ha, naturally. Sure, a demon named Jessica... the fur is white and there's a big dog, right?"

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"I think the Count does the same thing... but he's a fool to fight without knowing his opponent at all."

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"Isn't that in the ancient" no "language? If you know him and you know yourself, you won't have a hundred fights. I'm ready to win."

"... I didn't even know you knew such stories... erudite."

"Yes, because I'm studying more than Mr. Orelly... naturally, my magical talent is far superior too!

…………

"Count."

"Yes."

"As I have said many times, it is this time that we...... Magic Boys School will win. To clear seniors' minds."

"Yep... let's do each other's best"

Until the end, it was a thankful Adelaide...

I didn't ask the boulders to shake hands with the Albans.

More than the anger emotion of being rude, the unknowable creeps at the bottom,

Because I was feeling yurlish.