Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Practical magic class is over. Shoot some magic. All my classmates are breathing.

Leticiel had a dry grin with a far more sleazy look than those classmates.

After shooting the basic technique of fire, there was still time left to try the magic of other attributes.

And where it became other attributes, this embarrassing chant of the example cook two chicks would change the letters in the contents and reappear, and Leticiel had already given up his thoughts on the way.

(............... Finally, the Chef II Disease presentation is over...)

One person in the corner of the training ground, a classmate whispered lurking his voice to the icy demon with a lucid grin that enlightened him, whether he had finally lost his mind.

Well, that word isn't a mistake in a way.

"Oh, um... Dear Drossel...? Are you all right, sir?

Only Mirandaletto worried about Leticiel as his classmates exited the magic training ground with Zorozolo.

Leticiel was thinking about that in his uneven thoughts, that we might be friends with this young lady without a moment.

"Yeah...... it's okay. But that's weird. How can I be so tired when I'm not supposed to be using magic...?

"That's... why...?

"Hey, Master Mirandaletto. Aren't you ashamed that you're using magic while chanting such lines?

"Are you talking about chanting? Well, it's embarrassing... No, it's pretty embarrassing...! You can't use magic without chanting, so you just have to work hard to endure it..."

"Yes... I don't know, are you sad?

"Why are you killing me on your own?"

Mirandaletto sees him with his jitty eyes, and Leticiel accidentally lets him swim his gaze. I don't get the expression. Thanks, Leticiel's emotions are easy to see.

"... What's your next class?

"Next up -..."

"Oh, you! Silver-haired lady there!!

At the time Mirandalette tried to open her mouth, she heard voices from nowhere. Who the hell are you calling? Well, maybe it's none of Leticiel's business.

"It's you, you! Don't ignore me! Dear Drossel!"

Leticiel stops when he is called by his name. Oh, my God, my voice was calling me Leticiel.

Turning to those who spoke, two men were just running toward us. One is a small, fuzzy, head picky middle-aged father, the other... a magic ceremony teacher?

"Hello, teachers. Something to me..."

"You! Duke of Drossel Noah Filialeggis, aren't you?!? Come with me for a moment!!

Pickeri's father began to run with great momentum as he grabbed Leticiel's arm with a rough nose. This would be exactly what no questions asked. Mirandaletto, who was left alone, is groaning at Pocan.

Leticiel was also confused by the sudden events. Why am I running bald when I tried to go to my next class...... gehungehun, cheating dragged by a shining middle-aged teacher.

Once again, the students in the hallway ridicule herself in imagining her future, bewildered by the ice demons that the two teachers take to pass, and finally being educated.

Meanwhile, Leticiel, forcibly taken by the teachers, was run around the school building and brought to the front of a single door.

Looking up at the plate on the door, it says' The Great Conference Room 'there. If you have a big one, do you have a small one too...... I don't care about that.

"Ze... ze... tsu, tsu, we're here...!

"Right. I don't think there was any rush."

"That's... now think about it...! Why do you look so cool!?

"So the difference in experience"

"A 16-year-old boxed warrant lady has a difference in experience with a thirty way man opponent!?

Teacher Pickeri said, "Novo!!" He holds his head screaming. The magic ceremony teacher also looks at Leticiel with a seemingly complicated face.

While running, Leticiel secretly activated the magic of physical strengthening. It's not magic, it's magic. It's important here.

That's why she hasn't felt tired or shortness of breath as she follows the teachers running at all costs.

In those wartime days, it was usually a story about a 10-year-old girl being stronger than an old man in his forties, but would she have missed the analogy choice? Leticiel tilts his little neck.

"Won't you come in, by the way? Dr. Pickeri."

"Who is Dr. Pickeri! It's Bartolana! Bartolana!!

A middle-aged teacher let his nose snap and yelled at him for canning. Apparently, he didn't like his nickname.

Leticiel can only grasp a few human names and so on in this school. But that's why I nicknamed him because just calling him a teacher is so confusing as to which way he's talking...

While Leticiel was wondering what look to put on his face, the opponent seemed to hold an angry spearhead, dropping his gut shoulder and opening the door to the big conference room, and walking inside.

"... Dear Drossel. Do you remember my name?

"Hmmm...... you don't remember"

"Really...... I'll tell you for once. It's Raven."

"Okay, Dr. Raven."

Pickerel...... not through the open door of Bartolana, Leticiel enters the Great Conference Room.

There was a large crowd of people in the conference room. Some men, some women, some young, some old. Is this... are they all teachers in this school?

"... are you here"

A man sitting in the chair at the back of the room quietly opens his mouth. He is an athletic man with dull, golden, short hair, vibrant blue eyes, muscle tightness on the strong side.

"... which one?

In front of a man he didn't know, Leticiel accidentally put his doubts into his mouth honestly.

"Well... you say that to me, the head of the Lucrezia School"

"Oh, I didn't know that. Hi. Excuse me."

"I'm supposed to be seeing you at the admissions ceremony? You're telling me you forgot?

"Well, you may have quickly forgotten that you're not interested"

A smile falls in the conference room in a floating drop cell. It did not include a mockery that the students directed at her, but wrapped a serenity that resembled relief or reassurance.

I had heard rumors of the wind that the ice demon Drossel Noah Filialeggis was acting strange in the morning. She's certainly changed from before, too, that I actually saw.

But the essence of the character of marching our way doesn't seem to have changed, and the teachers are all horrified.

"Cook...... you don't always act like you're standing, but you seem to have the same personality to go that way"

"Ha, thank you"

"I'm not complimenting you...... well, fine. I'm Lucas de Oracio. Now it's time to remember"

"I'll do it right."

For some reason, while being watched peacefully with the teachers, Leticiel answers appropriately to the school director… Lucas' words. She's not interested in school principals or teachers. I'm interested in being called here.

"So I called you here..."

"Yes."

"You, what do you think of the magic ceremony of the kingdom?

"............ what?

Leticiel, who was a little preoccupied with what he was told, gives a dumb reply to the words that came out of Lucas's mouth.

"I don't mind you being frank with me"

"Ha..."

"You remodeled the magic ceremony flashly during class, didn't you? I'm paying people, and I won't let them talk."

Leticiel blinks. I'm not sure why the school directors and teachers want to hear that, but maybe this is a good opportunity.

Magic and magic, theory is fundamentally different. The technique used is the same. If they say it's okay, I'll say it. And you can throw all the rest of the blame round the school.

There was a flutter and a grin in Leticiel's mouth. Take this opportunity to correct their wrong perception.

Lucas and the others even waited for Drossel's reply.

The example procedure rewritten by Drossel had far improved magic consumption and conversion efficiency and reduced the burden on the processing circuit than the former basic procedure.

Since the founding of the Kingdom of Platinum, Drossel, who was supposed to be an inferior student, lightly rewrote a magic ceremony that had never been altered as the best form ever.

Where the hell did she get such unknown knowledge when she was abandoned by her family, abandoned from all around her, hated and neglected by everything? As academics, they really cared about it.

But they will soon regret their questions.

"What do you want to say, is...?... fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu...

Huo, and the cold wind rushed quietly through the large conference room. Everyone indoors in the creepy cold as they crawl up their backs blues their complexion.

But no one knows the existence of witchcraft, and no one realizes that the cause is Leticiel.

Leticiel was angry. Definitely an example, she was angry at that fucking magic ceremony, but next time she wasn't going to explode her anger without looking like the first hour.

I control my feelings properly, moderately quench my anger, yet some image is converted to witchcraft and used for surrounding restraint.

I'm not trying to escape. Leticiel is not willing to let anyone in this room get away with it.

"Okay? First of all this country...... well, maybe on a global scale, but for now I'll talk to you on a national basis, the magic ceremony in this country is not taking shape. First off, it's not beautiful from the looks of it. What is it, that unwanted word or number that says goth? It doesn't mean you have to complicate your appearance, what matters is the contents of the procedure, and how you can make it smart to the minimum you need to get the best pieces in. Then magic...? conversion efficiency sucks. I can't help but wonder why nobody points out such a fuel-efficient procedure. In the first place -...

(omitted)

... - I mean the magic guide of this country... No, did you say magic ceremony? is blasphemy against the ceremony. Did you understand that? Well... let me say everything I have to say... oh? Ladies and gentlemen, what's wrong?

Leticiel looks around with a refreshing look that tells everything.

Her eyes were narrowly pictured of those who had been caught in cold air and had fainted or lost focus, and those who were poking their souls at their desks while flying.

Ooh...? Could it have stormed out event interference again along the way?

(I knew a body without magic was hard to control...)