"Ugh... ugh..."
Ariane's morning is early. Usually she wakes up at five, and she goes straight into the throne.
"Okay. That's good."
After changing into a light outfit, I go down the stairs when I wrap that beautiful platinum "platinum" hair around a ponytail.
Ariane was back at her parents' house today, although it was a weekday, because there was an aristocratic party last night. And we're going back to the Diom School of Magic dorm like this.
But every morning she had something to do.
"Father. Good morning."
"Oh! Ariane! Morning! Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...!
This spacious room is set on the ground floor of the King's Mansion of the Olgren family. Going in there, Volkhardt-Olgren, Ariane's father, was doing the squats. Of course, he's holding dumbbells in both hands, increasing the load.
The sweat of "Horseshoe".
Even though he is already in his fifties, his body, Kiku, is still maintained. Of course it was born, but in Volk's case it was covered in even more overwhelming muscle armor from above.
Becoming a high-ranking magician confirms the phenomenon of slow aging. Of course not all magicians, but Volk is typical of that. For this reason, the muscles are also so muscular that they do not seem to belong to the fifties.
"Father, then. If you'll excuse me..."
"Mm-hmm. He said he would encourage you today! Gahaha!!
The Olgren family is eroded by muscles.
I hear there's a nobleman in there who said that. But it's shooting at the target.
Ariane also liked to move her body when she was tempted. That's what she remembers so well with Amelia.
I've also wanted to try muscle treading since I was young, but not now because I haven't had a body yet. And when Volk told me, Ariane came all the way with patience.
And now.
Already fully mature in her body, she encourages muscle tresses every day.
Qi Jianggang.
Based on that household lesson, Ariane also sweats.
"Pfft... Pfft... Pfft...!
Ariane, pale by herself and muscled next to her father. I worked out my back yesterday, so today is leg day. When Volk grabs the dumbbells available in both hands, Ariane starts squatting.
Lactic acid builds up on both legs and muscles scream. Still, Ariane won't stop. These drilling days are certainly often hard. I don't do anything easy.
But now she had a goal.
"Now it's time... heh... you can't lose... heh... heh!
Now it's time to lose.
That refers to the Magics Chevalier rookie finals of the Magic Swordsman competition. I'm glad Amelia won. She kept getting lost, confused, searching for herself... and finally found her place.
Still, losing is losing. Fight with all your might. The shattered facts will not disappear. The defeat is engraved forever in the heart.
On the night after the game, Ariane wet her pillow with tears. But the next day I was switching.
─ ─ Now it's just my turn to go after him. So as usual, we go over the days of drilling. That's fine.
Ariane was tough. That's true in a physical sense, but it was also strong in spirit.
And even today, I encourage the daily muscle treasure. It doesn't change rapidly. Because I know that it's the small pile of days that takes me far away.
A healthy spirit dwells in healthy muscles.
While following my father's teachings, she continued to muscle tread as she did.
"Phew..."
"Ariane. You did a great job today."
"Father."
"Psst... my daughter, it's something I do well."
"I have a place to go, too."
Ariane and Volk are close. My mother often complains to two people who are passionate about muscle trenches, but she has no choice but to... break it off.
Normally puberty daughters hate their fathers fur, but Ariane never did. I admired my father for just storing that overwhelming muscle.
Before the girls around her were interested in fashion, she was interested in muscles. Of course, as the three nobles, I have just the least amount of skill to prepare myself, and I study. Still, she preferred moving her body.
"Yes, Ariane."
"What is it?
"Ray-White. You know what?
"Is that Ray? Absolutely. I'm your friend, but what is it?
"What!? He's my friend!
"Yep."
It's rare for my father to come up with this hand topic, Ariane thought. Usually because I've never talked about school before, especially friendships.
"Oh hon. Right... invite us sometime"
"To our mansion, you mean?
"Ah."
"Why?"
"Ahhh... erm that's... uhh..."
Volk begins to think about something with both arms in front of a successful chest.
The quality is rigid. Straight to the point of being foolish, he wasn't good at lying. That's why I wanted to see Ray at first sight, but for no reason did I even think about bringing him here.
Then Ariane raised her voice "Ah".
"No way, Father..."
"Hey, what?
Obviously suspicious Volk. But you don't mean it at all, Ariane breaks her face.
"You knew about Ray's muscles!
"To?"
"Amelia asked me. Ray said it would be amazing if he took it off... that there was an overwhelming muscle underneath that thin body... but on second thought, he belongs to the Environmental Investigation Department of the Arnold School of Magic. In semi-subsidible muscles, activity is impossible. But Ray is there. He wants me to bring him in on that. Is that what this is about?
That's what Ariane said with a good face.
It's like, "You know what your father's thinking, don't you? Just saying."
It's not a Volk that doesn't ride it, of course.
"Ah! Boulder, my daughter! Oh, yeah. I'm interested in Ray-White's muscles...... So, in fact, is it amazing?
When I heard that story, Volk was concerned. No way, I hadn't heard of Ray's muscles being amazing, etc. the youngest seven magicians of all time out at that conference.
I thought contemporary [ice sword mages] seemed interesting, but Volk was even more intrigued by Ray.
"Yep. Amelia says it can't be physically..."
"What? You mean physically unlikely muscle mass? Mmmm... I want to see it..."
"I get it. Father. I'll speak to Ray. He's such a gentleman, I'm sure he'll come."
"Oh! Nice to meet you, my daughter!
"Yep. Leave it to me."
So somehow the two stories ended up meshing and it was decided to invite Ray.
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"Well, what shall we do..."
On the way to Diom School of Magic, Ariane was wondering when she should invite Ray... I remember talking to Amelia recently.
"We do made-to-measure coffee!
"Meh, made-to-measure coffee?
"Yes! Hehe...... everyone will be super cute, so Ariane hasn't come either!
"Ha... yes"
Amelia's eyes suck, and she shakes her hands and shakes them up and down. I'm sure it changed, but Ariane thought it was something that really brightened up, even somewhere confused.
"But... I would have liked to see you in Ariane's maid clothes too..."
─ ─ Tsukuri.
Does this mean your spine will freeze?
Ariane wanders unexpectedly in her gaze. It's like, carnivores themselves trying to capture their prey. Ariane, who has no fear of rare things, but only at this time was he afraid of that gaze.
"Yes, yes. Actually, I'm planning Ray's womenswear too, so come on! I haven't told him yet, but I also make Ray's maid clothes... hehe... you can't miss that beauty. Ugh......"
And it's a new event in my memory that Amelia's face became what I don't think of as a noble lady.
"That's right. I'll go."
Thinking about it, Ray's encounter also began when he came to Diom School of Magic because of his investigation. If so, I wish I could go directly from the front again.
Ariane thought so.
I'm also interested in how some made-to-measure coffee is progressing. For those of us at our own cultural festivals, maybe it will be helpful.
So she went to Arnold School of Magic by herself after school that day.