I Became the Villainess’s Brother

A few days early from the admissions ceremony.

I open a magic textbook in a classroom that doesn't change in the second grade.

"I knew the vermouth was pouring water."

After the admissions ceremony.

Riley, who sent Dermilia to visit the Jackberry family, said so without even trying to hide his displeasure.

I was wondering if you were caught in the flood when Vermouth attacked us, but no more, I didn't think you were magically watered from your back.

Besides.

The reason I was frightened when I heard about the empty room is also because Vermouth almost forced me to take my clothes... I don't know, I don't think it's very much what the Duke's Lady would do.

I want you to drink even the dirt on Fortuna's nails and apprentice her kindness.

Even though there's no dirt on her when she's neat and beautiful to the tip of her nails.

Vermouth is cowardly. I swear to God, Fortuna will never be able to be strong on junior aristocrats.

It would not be possible, first of all, to defy the Duke's vermouth in Darmilia, the baroness, that there was equality within the school.

If you step outside the school, you'll have a public identity, and Dermilia has a big personality.

Hey.

I see Dermilia sitting in the corner of the classroom.

As always, she quietly drops her eyes on textbooks.

Was it three knitting or knitting?

Though I'm not sure about the guy, the intricately knitted blonde hair is still well maintained today and occasionally runs off like a textbook.

The expression following the letters is calm, and I don't see fright like I did at the entrance ceremony.

Vermouth doesn't have the same grade.

Apart from the official events, the school building would not have had so much opportunity to meet in a large school.

According to the information Riley got, Vermouth has been eyeing Dermilia for a long time?

I think Andy is a sinner because he says Andy is the cause of it.

I wish Andy clearly said no to Vermouth, but he's too kind a character, so you're not even going to be able to say it.

If this were Riley, I'd say no to Spa regardless of his identity.

She looks up from the textbook and looks at me, so I panic and turn away.

Blur. Blur.

If they misunderstand you, it's tough.

If the vermouth puts your eyes on you and you think you've even put your eyes on me, the dear Dermilia will fall hard, won't she?

Do you want Vermouth to give up Andy somehow, or do you want Andy to give up and be Vermouth's lover?

Though the former is ideal, the latter is going to look pretty on Riley, isn't it?

Honestly, I don't really want to get involved either.

If I could be Andy's lover, I might calm down a little, but if I start attacking girls who engage Andy more intensely, I'll pack it.

Besides, Vermouth isn't the only one who thinks Andy.

So is Shreddy.

If Andy's lover was Shreddy, Riley would agree very much, and so would I.

If Vermouth and Andy get in a relationship by mistake, Shreddy's gonna have a hard time, right?

Um, I can't think of a good idea.

Tung Tung, Tung Tung.

Shreddy, sitting next to me, poked me with her elbow.

Hmm?

"... seems to ignore my question for a long time. Are my classes so boring?

"... Oh, Dr. Benedict!

Shit.

I was in a magic class right now.

Dr. Benedict unravels the blue hair stretched from last year.

Those silver eyes, which portray me in blue, have a cold light on top of this.

"Stand up."

I get up scared.

My eyes all over the class stare at me.

Is that it?

It wasn't Darmilia who turned me around that noticed my gaze.

Because I was named after Dr. Benedict?

"Well, let me ask you why you haven't listened to my senior class"

"Kee, I was listening, yes, properly"

"Hmm...? Then why don't you answer the question I asked you?"

"Questions?"

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't like it, like sorting fearful black Gs.

Like holding a blue eel with as many arms and moving it around!

What's a question?

If I can't answer, my future is dark!

I heard a pattan and a noise as my thoughts turned around.

"Excuse me."

It's Shreddy.

She looks at me chilling and picks up the textbooks she drops.

That fingertip opens the pages of the textbooks I picked up all the way through the "About Magic, Magic, and Magic Guidance" section.

... Could it be?

"Magic, magic, and magic guidance are all exercised based on magic.

Divided into magic, witchcraft, and magic guidance by the art of use, that is how it is expressed in stages.

Preliminary spells are mainly called magic, and more advanced magic is magic, and even more so magical guidance at the top. "

"What exactly is there about all kinds of spells?

"Preliminary magic has a spell of lights.

It's a spell that lights up the lights.

In witchcraft, there is the magic of change.

You can change the appearance of people and things.

With Magic Guide, you can create a Magic Guide horse, the power of a fast Magic Guide carriage. "

"... Hmm. High-speed demon-guided carriages require not only demon-guided horses, but also good quality demon ore and various technologies, but well it would be good. Sit down."

"Yes."

Dr. Benedict nods to Eagle Deep and leaves my side.

Wow, life expectancy has shrunk.

I wish the fat burned anyway.

Sitting in a cold sweat, Shreddy and I met each other.

Andalusite colored eyes, close to the vermilion, whisper in a whisper as they stare at me.

"This is a loan, isn't it?

"Thanks for the help. Thanks."

"It seemed a lot blurry, but was there something about it?

"Uh..., hey..."

To boulders, you can't, can you?

You think Vermouth is harassing Dermilia?

Are you saying it's weird that I'm worried?

But when you think you're a Vermouth victim, just like Fortuna, you're worried about something.

"Without Master Riley, you don't seem comfortable."

"What?"

"Are you not? You two will always be together. There are rumors that you two are forbidden friends, right?

"... Huh!

The moment I was about to scream, with a Shreddy fan, I was held to my mouth.

"I was in class."

"Yes, no, that, wait. Me and Riley, uh..."

"There are rumors like that, that's all."

"I hope you don't believe me if I'm wrong about that rumor..."

"That's obvious. But it doesn't seem to calm him down without him, it's like he's going to affirm the suspicion."

If you don't be more careful, Shreddy puts her gaze back in front.

No, I can't.

Eldor, Riley, and Shreddy.

Someone has to help me every time, right?

I need to get myself right first, rather than worry about Dermilia.

I stretch my spine.

When Dr. Benedict waves his fingertips on the blackboard, even white letters come to mind.

Some letters are slightly light and accentuated.

"Now, magic has a wide variety of different types as well as stages.

Activate the magic using the names of the gods to make it easier to understand and recognize its many magics.

So far, do you have any questions?

To Dr. Benedict's words, Dundle raises his hand as a jerk.

"Hmm. Dundle, say it."

"Yes, Doctor. No magic, no magic, no magic. You can even use it without chanting.

Yet why should we remember the names of the gods and incorporate them into chanting "

Dundle asks questions with a serious face, not unlike when he was involved with Shreddy.

That's right.

Magic is something you can use if you activate magic.

Proof of that, Riley can always make ice appear in an instant.

It was really hard to remember the names of the gods, so I wonder if it would be easier.

Arianne, maybe you've forgotten more than half of it after the entrance ceremony.

"That's a really good question.

Fine, let's start with the healing magic as' A '.

And the attack magic is' A '.

Plus, let's use defensive magic as' A '. "

Three "A" floats on the blackboard to match Dr. Benedict's fingertips.

And then creeping, creeping the three A's slowly began to spin to become a circle.

"Well, Dundle. Which of these three" A "s is the healing magic" A "?

"I don't know, every A looks the same"

"So what's the offensive magic? How about defensive magic?

Whirl, whirl.

On the blackboard, the three A's keep turning slowly.

Every A says this and has no characteristics, it's the same thing no matter how you look at it.

I guess so from Dundle's point of view.

He leaned over his burnt brow and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know......"

"Hmm. Then why don't you try this? Let's give each A a color.

Yellow for healing magic A, red for attack magic A, blue for defensive magic A. "

When Pattin and Benedict rang their fingers, each of the three A's was colored.

Lightly glowing it is now recognisable as something else altogether, albeit the same A until earlier.

"Applying the chant of the gods to magic is the same as wearing this color.

Visualize the invisible power of magic against what the gods look like and embody the magic in you. "

Dr. Benedict takes the three A's floating on the blackboard and mixes them together.

The three A's lose their color and turn into white beads.

"Of course, there are some things that can be used to distinguish and distinguish 'A' that are not colored at birth.

He who can freely take the magic he wants to deal with out of these white beads.

If you get used to it, you don't have to chant to embody which magic is which a.

You got that?

When Dr. Benedict flutters and shakes his wrist, the white bead unravels like a thread and returns to the blackboard letters.

"Wow, I get it.

But why, is it the name of the gods?

Can't it be easier, for example, with the "A" that the teacher gave me as an example? "

"Hmm. Surely it will be hard to remember the names of the gods.

However, in too short a chant, it is also frequently used in everyday life, which would threaten to induce misactivation.

I don't necessarily use 'A', which I gave as an example, other than chanting.

Rather, its frequency would be extraordinarily different compared to the chanting spells used with the names of the gods.

Every time a flame strikes from your fingertips, the school will instantly become a sea of fire. "

"... ok"

Dundle nodded in a perfect breeze with descriptions such as soggy.

Well, I know how you feel.

Gods names and chanting spells.

Some spells are long or similar.

If you can use another short spell, I can understand your desire to use it.

The sound of a bell following the end of the class rings in the classroom.

"Well, that's it for today's class.

By the next class, do the assignment and put it down.

Then, Langley.

When all the classes are over, come to the Magic Prep Room. "

"Eh."

Did they call you by my name?

I thought I could avoid the punishment of playing with giant bugs.

I didn't know I was going to leave class today and visit the Magic Prep Room with a sore stomach area.

Dr. Benedict will ask you about that level of concern.