I want to protect you in this hand.

The Central Gate captain dropped off the adventurers boarding the carriage as a bit of a blur. The lambs we hear at the Guild Chiefs' Conference are the young men who brought the Guild a breakfast, lunch mechanism. It is also the one that built the Lamb Pavilion. Lamb pavilion is fine. It's also a good idea to get my wife in a better mood when I take her.

But I didn't know that was those young people... or there were kids there? I accidentally said Orthodox by surprise, but neither do all those judgmental and powerful adventurers. Without them, it is possible that the subsequent carriage would have been damaged as well.

"I didn't mean to follow that young man's instructions."

A knight put out for reconnaissance laughs bitterly. He said it was a brilliant instruction. He also says the magician's powers were tremendous, and a brilliant follow up that never moved independently to hinder the swordsman.

"Have a broad horizon where you can fight in towns and meadows, not in dungeons. I'd like to see you in the Knights."

"It won't fit in the Knights. But I was surprised. Well, surprisingly enough, we'll clean it up later."

Then Nico and Blanc went to Dan's house, and we headed to the college. Fighting in the meadows was not for an hour, and fatigue was not so much left. How tiring it is to dive into a dungeon.

"He came. I'm sorry I just became an adventurer."

Grandpa and teacher are thrilled.

"I heard it was tough for international students."

When Cyril asks,

"Not the bad kids. But it seems that the type that doesn't fit into the shape sticks out of the house policy."

"Home policy?

"One is from a knight's family. I was looking for research on scholarly skin, but I thought it would suit my home style. If you're a savage Merida, you have to fight."

"Savage..."

We laughed bitterly.

"In that country, Merida is not a land of swords and magic. The other one is noble, but he wants to be an adventurer, and he still doesn't fit the family style. Send Merida to register as an Adventurer without permission. The third is not his squire."

"But you'll be able to register adventurers in Merida."

"I hear that's good enough. My sister's getting married, and she wants me to stay away from home for a while."

"Hmm."

"Things are fine. Because of this, I want you to enjoy learning and go home."

"We're just going to have a normal time."

"That's okay. I've already earned credit, and you can go to any class you like. By the way, it's a challenge... Arsh, what's up?"

"There's still a report..."

"We just have to get it out by the end of August."

"Good."

"Well, I'm going to the library."

"I'm going out with Mal, too"

"I'm waving my sword."

"Me too, sword."

"Me and Maria are back in the room."

So we head to the library, which on the sixth day was barely popular because it was closed. Only one at the desk, a boy was on his way. I head to the shelves of imperial literature. The romantic stuff the teacher lent me was hilarious, but it's not for the report, and the Empire Knight story, or something like that? Mm-hmm. Mal is just reading a book on economics. Let's summarize Merida's fantasies seen in the story of the Empire or something.

"If you're a girl, how about this romantic thing?

Suddenly he spoke in imperial language. Oh, it's the kid who was at the table.

"I read that. But I don't think it's the right report for homework."

Returning it in imperial for a moment, the boy raised one eyebrow.

'So what are you looking for?

"In imperial literature, what you're touching on about Merida. Imagine a land of swords and magic, wondering where it came from. 'Cause Merida's a normal country, right?

'Sure. It wasn't barbaric.'

"Savage..."

I still laughed bitterly.

"Arsh."

"Mal?"

"Who?"

"Oh, what do you mean? What grade? I'm Arsh, third grade."

"I am an international student from Aloys, Empire,"

"So give me imperial language!

"Yes."

Aloys replied in one word Merida. And I've spoken in imperial again.

"Instead, how can you speak and read Imperial?

'Cause you studied?

"Everyone in the college can't talk that much."

"The kid at the club talks a lot."

"Club? That's the game!

'Actually, no one from the Empire is coming. What's wrong with playing? It's fun.'

'Hey, I'm Mal. Aloise, explain this book. The economy is hard to understand'

"Fine, where are you? Oh, Arsh, Merida's gonna be out for the Empire Knight story."

"Thanks!"

I had an Imperial Knight story, and I followed it to the table. Next door, Mal and Aloys talk quietly about the economy.

Bataan! There was a loud noise and the door opened.

"Aloise, let's practice the sword!

Surprised me and Mal looked over at you, they whistled Hugh.

'You're rarely cute kids. Aloise, do you know him?

'I just met him. He said three years. I don't go for sword practice. I'm reading a book.'

"Hey, you'll wave your sword later anyway, deal with me."

"What's your name?"

Suddenly Mal spoke.

"Theodore, and this is Abel. Do you speak Imperial?"

"I'm Mal. Theodore, is the sword strong?

'Strong, hey, Mal, how can you speak imperial?

'Cause I studied. Your brother's practicing his sword outside right now. "

"Is it yours? But you're dealing with me. '

"Do. If you're strong."

Mal said challengingly. It's unusual. It was also unusual for Mal to go and get involved from himself.

"Aloise, that's it for today. Thank you. Arsh, let's go. '

"Wait, I'm coming, too."

Aloise told me in advance. I've been somewhat flushed into the situation, but we, uh, weren't involved with the international students earlier? Is that it?

Let's go, then.

I turned to Will as the five of us talked. Theodore has spoken to me.

"You, you're small for three years."

'Arsh, not you, rude. Standard.'

"Arsh."

"What, Theodore"

"Isn't it strange that you have a brother in three years?

"Enrollment is the same."

"Is there?

"Whatever."

Not exactly my brother, though.

"Look, there he is!

Mal spoke up.

"Brother!

"Mal?"

"He wants me to deal with the sword!

"Yeah, that's good. I'm Will."

"Theodore."

"I'm Cyril. You want to go from Will?

"Oh."

The story was settled immediately. Theodore confronts Will with an excited face. Neither way, start running, put your swords together. Khan Khan Khan Kan and, meeting a few times, the two laughed niggardly, keeping their swords together. It was intense from there. Will has just been hit by Hugo, but is sometimes as pushed by Theodore. Next to me, Aloys holds hands. In the end, Will prevailed over the local power.

Theodore falls on his back and holds his breath.

"You, Will, you're strong."

'Theodore is surprisingly strong, too. You want to do it with Cyril next?

"Are you strong?

"Better than me."

"Let Me Do It"

"You?"

"It's Aloys."

Theodore answers.

He's stronger than me.

Answer as Cyril waves his sword loudly.

"Do it."