Under the high clouds floating blue sky, a pleasant breeze that makes you want to narrow your eyes blows through the streets of Wang Du.

Summer has already left and it was autumn that I visited instead. It is the advent of an easy season to spend.

"Down!

"How much do you want!

But here, except for the Pilot's School. The auditorium is filled with enthusiasm and the voices of the students who sat in the simulated cockpit are flying.

The manipulator is a one-meter tall golem. These miniature knights were playing a fierce battle in each of the four magic formations, about ten meters in diameter, depicted on the floor.

"Regular Practice Exams"

Because the biggest event that takes place once a year was approaching the present.

Joining the Knights of the Kingdom, the goal of many students. To do this, it is an exam, which must come within fourth place.

But in the first place, only advanced class entrants can take the exam. The students had made a desperate appeal to the instructors in order to get within the frame of a capacity of thirty-two.

(I didn't have to fall into the intermediate class)

A young woman with a neat face but no flair sighs as she washes her hands and looks in the mirror. I'm a plain boy like Tauro.

A plain kid with a weak, gentle look, wearing a pilot uniform called a tight skirt on his shirt. Look at her now. Who knows, 'Queen of Casabel's Signs'?

(Even if you take the exam with this, you'll lose soon)

Earlier, at last, the last classification before the periodic practical exam was announced.

Though I got the right to compete for staying in the advanced class, I'm not sure at all.

(Primary class was fun.)

Stand, walk, run, and have things. The basic operation was amazingly easy to do myself.

(eh. I'm, like, talented)

I moved on to intermediate classes with that thought in my heart, but as soon as the mock battle by the Golem Knight began, my grades were sluggish.

Since then, I have been doing advanced and intermediate work until today.

(I wonder why I wanted to ride a knight then)

That leaks such a weak sound. "At that time" is when officials of the Knights of the Kingdom came to solicit Plain Son.

'Definitely talented. So please come to the pilots' school. "

It would be an attractive offer, which would tickle my self-esteem. But if I go to school beside the whorehouse, my time with my family will be greatly cut off.

As a naturally poor competitor, it was not unlikely that she would say no.

(But I took it)

Because I am aware of the cause, there is a thin, vertical wrinkle on the root of the plain child's eyebrows.

(After all, it was because you were at work)

I guess I thought of it as manners. Knights men come to the store as guests.

Having listened in a state of tension called the Queen, he proclaimed it with momentum.

(Talented refers to those people. you can never be me)

What came to mind in my mind was the ever-winning and undefeated Jaanne Combination.

The two worldly beauties shined brightly in golem maneuvering and were seen to have a superior monopoly on regular practice exams.

(Hmm)

Compared to ourselves, plain boy shrugging our shoulders.

I don't know anything about people, but I'm not inferior to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Mr. Cool in terms of magic holdings, magic manipulation, or both.

"Struggling Mind"

This shortage was the only cause.

(Come on, me. It's my decision.)

Whether it's the Queen's time or not, there's no difference in the promises I made.

Gently tap both cheeks to regain your temper and head to the hand wash exit to return to the grand auditorium, plain boy.

But on the way, my leg stops. Because I heard the students in the hallway talking about themselves.

"You, you're lucky. You're only weak. Especially that shadowy guy. You don't even have to put him in numbers."

What I mouthed was a brother with a nigga laugh sticking to his face all the time.

In the periodic practical exams conducted in two days, the first day is a total win in pairs of four. And the top two go on to the tournament the next day.

The words of Niyaniya Laughter's brother are probably referring to the qualifying league lottery results, which followed the grading.

"Well. The other two are no big deal, and I'll flush them gently for the second day."

The answer was a female student with brown hair and thin eyes. Plain boy knows that she is in the same group and that she is said to be a 'shadowy guy'.

But I'm not angry. Because I think you're right.

"The real deal is the tournament. This year, I'm going to win the prize and become a Knights member."

Niyanya Laughter's brother changes his expression there to something sinister and carries on the words.

"Otherwise the position is, this way is up. Look at that. I'll use it with my chin to drain the civilian knights' pilots."

The object that comes to mind is a former classmate.

"Thoroughly avoid melee fights, earn instant points from ranged magic attacks, and aim to win judgments"

The way he fought was such a shameless and cowardly way of fighting that winning the prize did not allow him to participate in the training.

"It feels good."

That's what I thought at the time, and I lowered my drink retention dramatically.

But at some point, the one who fitted into the Knights of the Merchant Guild Knights appeared in the pilot's uniform at the venue of the extraordinary practical exam.

"Son of a bitch, look down"

Niyanya laughing brother who remembers his gaze as he says and gets his head hot, directed from the VIP seat set at height.

At dawn when I became a Knights member, harassment I decided I would definitely do it. The female student with brown hair threads has a shuddering face as she begins to whine about its contents.

"Aren't you too soon? It's like those two are buried together."

I guess you returned it to me with that word. The look on the face of Niyaniya's laughing brother clouds.

"That's annoying. I went all the way up to your house, so I told you to be happy there. I'm going to reach this way."

Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Mr. Cool. Neither did he think he could beat them.

(After you two are gone, let's go out in the hallway)

That's what Plain Son thought, but her heart chills at the words her brown hair thread emitted.

"But come on, that shadowy thin. You're the daughter of a house downtown doing stalls. Wasn't it better to carry cheap meals and earn a dime than to come here to make a living? I'm not expecting it anyway."

Plain boy working in a whorehouse, but helping out with the house. Probably witnessed by someone.

Unknown as the Queen of Casabel is the difference between the presence of a butterfly mask and the atmosphere. And most importantly, it is because the three of you can come to your house because they are instructors or so.

"Right. I think so too."

Niyanya laughing brother showing consent, but this is wrong.

Because if you have enough arms to advance to advanced classes at the Pilot's School, you can see them as golem users there.

The reason the two of you haven't noticed would be because you live in a narrow world called the School of Pilots and don't have a broad view.

"My child, my adorable and foolish parents, didn't they force you to push me in? Don't dream weird, let them wash the dishes."

With a grin, the signs go far away.

There are no brilliant, eye-catching elements to the appearance of Plain Son. Tell him I work for your three families, and he won't believe me any time soon.

But she's been sitting on Casabelle's chick stand since before she became queen.

"Anyone who understands the goodness, goes deep everywhere"

That's the type of woman I am. Praiseworthy would be a Casabel concierge who did not overlook its value.

"... I don't mind about me, but not about my family. How can you say it badly if you don't know anything?

Nagging, leaking words, plain boy. When she raised her face again, her eyes in the mirror were filled with dark flames.

The Knight Hangar of the Merchant Alliance, on the side of the Wang Capital East Gate.

I was there, enjoying my afternoon tea with a herbivore. The current topic is the forthcoming 'Regular Practical Examination of the School of Pilots'.

"She stayed in the advanced class."

Good. and a thin young man with a happy laugh line.

A favorite of herbivores, Redhead Scarecrow's daughter in a junior whorehouse. She also went to Pilot's School on my recommendation.

(First of all, no doubt, the exam can be taken. Mr. Cornell said so)

Cornell and I watched a public road race by a golem horse the other day on a veranda upstairs in Casabel.

Afterwards, he became himself a horse and was whipped, and after that, he held a reflection for dinner at a nearby stall.

That's when we talked about it.

(Though I was stretched out at one time, I brought it back. I guess the herbivore mechanic's advice worked)

He said that he was quite strong and that he was stable in more than lined up in advanced classes.

So I didn't worry at all and told the grass mechanic so. But the man in love seems different, and he was anxious and he couldn't help it.

"I was thankful for last night, and I got plenty of service. It's already a mess."

From a dazzling grin of energy, I don't think so very much. It seems happy and above all.

"You're still going today, aren't you?

I look around and ask. Based on the state of the hangar, no time-consuming work was left behind.

I'm sure I've scheduled him to be able to do his job without having to work overtime.

"Yeah, he didn't feel comfortable until the exam. She came here every day and told me."

It's troublesome, and I shrug my shoulders, and my expression and voice betray me. I guess a herbivore mechanic can't wait to spend some time with you.

Seventy-two hours of continuous service is not the same as when I was building a neighborhood under my eyes.

(Is the public open on the second day? I'd love to take you)

The first day of the exam will be private and there will be a group league. If it's the same as when I was here, it should be squeezed from thirty-two to half.

And the next day, a tournament match by sixteen in front of the audience. If you are placed within the fourth place here, you will be able to participate in the training of the Knights of the Kingdom.

The problem here is that the audience for the public is all invitees. All are eminent aristocrats, and the Merchant Guild only gets two seats.

(Ask the guild manager to add one person)

I think of a little old man resembling a goblin, nodding small. By the way, I don't have the idea of 'giving up my seat'.

Though a member of the team is himself, he is the Knight Commander of the Merchant Alliance Knights.

It would not be possible, for example, for the captain of the regiment not to identify the pilot while receiving the payment of the C-class knight and hiring a new pilot.

Besides, most importantly, I want to see Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Mr. Cool in his pilot's clothes.

(But the guild leaders thought of increasing the number of knights. Well, I do have a lot of work to do in class C)

I remember and think about what I was told the other day.

The effects of the world tree flames or the recent restlessness of the Warcraft. If there is a C class, I will leave the small warcraft to you, and I will be able to make my way to the medium or large.

(As for getting a long vacation, I need to pick someone who can be sure to put in charge.)

Once you have the coffee left, say hello and take your seats.

He then started walking west on the boulevard leading to the mall toward the Merchant's Guild in Central Square.

"Yeah. Come on, you two."

In an instant, the place changes, and this is the clerk's office on the third floor of the Merchant's Guild.

When I entered the room, the guild leader was buried in an oversized chair and running a feather pen on the documents on the desk.

"He's got a better eye than me or the deputy guild chief. Like watching a good game and choosing a good one."

He is a herbivore. The favor was heeded lightly.

Then Grandpa Goblin goes on, 'If it's possible, there's a beautiful woman who smells like fifty lashes, yes,' but you can ignore this.

(That was a surprise the guild leader pulled)

I thought I'd try to get more frames for the three of us, or I'd say no.

There's no way you don't know about Grandpa Goblin in your ears, or that Teaching Light Patrol or Mr. Cool is going to take the exam.

(Wrap your munchkin's thighs tight in a mini tight skirt)

Besides, you sit in the simulated cockpit of peeling set up on the floor and fight the miniature knight in tune with your vision. Defense against the inside of the skirt is really sweet.

"Unintentional Punchy in Public Places"

This value is very high, and if you miss it, you can call it a loss of life.

Whether you're looking naked in a whorehouse, layering your skin, it's a whole different story.

(I guess I'm busy enough to miss so many cases)

of the kingdom, a forgettable but great nation, is the head of the Merchant Alliance.

You may not withdraw your permission. You shouldn't say anything extra here, you should say thank you.

"Thank you. Hang in the name of Doctor Slime and give voice to the unmistakable."

Little old man reacts to my two names. Raise the eyes you were dropping on the paperwork.

"Can there be a grunge when it comes to doctor slime?

"Yes, Grunglun is one of the candidates"

You must be talking about Mr. Cool, who specializes in spinning. I still seemed to know her appearance.

Laughing at the edge of his mouth, the guild leader asks again.

"So, is it also a truncating table?

"Of course. That'll work. If you don't hold the reins of consciousness tightly, your soul is going to fly away."

This is definitely Teaching Light Patrol.

(Exactly. I didn't know you even knew the name of Special Attack)

The merchant guild's network of information is wider than I thought, and his eyes are finer.

After spreading the grin from the edge of his mouth to the full face, the old man resembles a goblin who renews his expression and carries on the words.

"I know that you are very close to them, Tauro. But you can't force it."

I can hear you, but I wonder what 'imposing' is. Honestly, I don't know what that means.

When I say something strange, I make a strange look. Look at that. The guild leader, hands in front of his face and carries on the words.

"From what I hear, they both seem pretty skilled. I don't have a personality problem, so if you're coming, I'd be delighted to raise my hands."

So what the hell is the problem?

Silently urging me to continue, the old man narrows his eyes and turns his tone into something quiet.

"But I don't think it's a very C-grade vessel. I don't want to put pressure on the road."

I mean, he's worried about coming to the Merchant Alliance and squandering his talents because of his clue to me.

Indeed, in the case of the Merchant Guild, only the Old Lady (Old Lady) is above grade C. Besides, he removed most of the auxiliary magic formations to suit me, an unfriendly specification with zero assistive features.

"Well, women's minds are complicated. If I ask you out, I don't know if I'm gonna ask you out, but I might make you feel bad."

Do well there. It is an agreement with But I don't have that advanced skill.

I finally understand, I snort in several degrees. But the real shock was after that.

"After winning the regular practice exam, I might take the option of 'not being a pilot'. I still don't think I care."

Of course, it's a shame. And add, Grandpa Goblin.

Oh, my God, this old man could tell it wasn't unlikely. There are no words just because I thought I was the only one, and I just turn my eyes wide open to the guild leader.

(What insight. I don't think he's the same person)

That's all in this world, pilots have a high social standing.

In previous life, it's like, 'I qualified as a doctor, but I don't become a doctor'. If I had such a person in my relatives too, I would have said 'wasted'.

(Mr. Cool and I have been dating in the form of "Dying Regiment" bosses and subordinates)

And Teaching Professor Light said, "Welcome to the Hundred Days. Ten Thousand Points of Appreciation 'overlays my body so much that my skin's boundaries melt and I don't know.

(I thought I understood them better than the others)

Only a little bit of pride sprouted and he was immersed in a sense of superiority. But when I looked to the side, Grandpa Goblin stood there.

You won't be able to surprise me.

"... I'm afraid"

I lowered my head deeply from my heart, and I was the guild leader with a satisfying grin and my eyes back on the paperwork again.