Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

The second day of the cultural festival came.

There is nothing wrong with the first day, and it ends safely.

On the second day, however, Miscon is holding off on the Fisiek contest. That is scheduled to take place in the auditorium in the afternoon, but there are already more guests in than yesterday.

Apparently Evi has been in muscle conditioning since this morning to get out to Fiji. "Down, chief!" I was raving about... whether I could beat that overwhelming head of department.

Meanwhile, I cook in the kitchen in the morning, just like yesterday.

Amelia's predicted rumors called for rumors, obviously more customers than yesterday. This number is a little unexpected, to say it's in the morning.

"Ray, three omelettes!

"I want to understand!

I have an order from Amelia, and I'll prepare the omelette handily. Seems I'm getting used to it already quite a bit, and I'll be ready in no time to give you three omelettes.

Now it's me and Albert, plus two boys students, spinning for four. The situation is really quite difficult right now because even this number of people can't afford it.

What happens when I leave as Lily?

And when the time was eleven o'clock twenty, I headed to the same classroom as yesterday and started getting ready to wear women's clothes.

Getting out of the classroom and running refreshingly...... just meets Senior Rebecca.

"Ah... Mr. Ray. Hi."

"Senior Rebecca. Good morning. Are you in the middle of a lookout?

"Ha, yes...... right"

Bad tooth cut. The moment you saw my face, it wouldn't be a mistake to look away softly.

At that moment, I was remembering.

About the dream I had this morning.

But no... there's no way that's happening.

Sharing of consciousness if you say so. Such phenomena have not been confirmed by modern magic. I didn't even ask my master about that.

But why do seniors behave like that...

That's what I'm trying to ask, but...

"So, now I'll be excused."

When he bows his head down with a pepper, Shizuku and the seniors leave to flee the scene.

After that, I just had to drop him off.

I also didn't know if it was a good topic to touch until the end.

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"Ha... ha... ha..."

Run away.

As far as possible, I was rushing off the spot trying to get away from Mr. Ray.

The moment I saw his face, I remembered.

I saw it in the morning, about the dream.

But it was too vivid to call it a dream.

funeral. Surrounded by too much grief, it was felt only by the atmosphere on the spot.

Mr. Ray was still young, some of whom were Dr. Caroline and the Dean of the College. Besides, there was only one woman with beautiful blue "Aero" eyes with often prominent beautiful golden hair, talking to Ray.

It was dusty.

Cloudy weather. And pouring rain.

I didn't feel cold. That's when I understood that this was a dream.

It could be a lucid dream, "Dizziness"...

And I watched that funeral from afar.

Mr. Ray is still young. He's about half his height now.

Such was he, unlike now, entangled in a gloomy atmosphere. The way those eyes only show darkness. It was a long way from him, to my knowledge.

At the same time I was remembering.

Many of the dreams I've had.

He kept fighting on the battlefield. On the front line, with my people, I was running through the battlefield. He was painting his opponent's blood, painting his own blood, fighting on a miserable battlefield dominated by screams and anger.

It wasn't until some time after I had that dream that I found out it was a Far East battle.

But how can I dream like this? That was strange and I couldn't wait.

Because that was too realistic for me to dream about.

I think. If this is Mr. Ray's past, he'll understand what he's saying and doing now. When he fits all his actions.

"Senior Rebecca. Best wishes from now on"

I looked at him bowing my head, and at first I thought he was a polite man.

But some resolute and stiff atmosphere... yes.

He resembles a soldier I know.

That's what I felt then. In my father's relationship, the military came to the house more often than not. It's very similar to the atmosphere of the person I spoke to at the time.

But there's no way.

He's still a freshman. That means you couldn't have been in the army before that.

I always thought so until the time I had this dream.

And with the dream I had this morning, it came to certainty.

"Mr. Ray......?

I accidentally spoke up. Then his appearance is not young, but instantly changed to the same as it is now.

"Rebecca, seniors? Why are you here? No, this must be a dream..."

"Mr. Ray. Who the hell are you...?

……

Ask.

I know that his origins are ordinary people's "Ordinary" families. But that's not all. I found out that Ray had some kind of secret.

"Senior, I..."

Continue the words.

We cross each other's gazes as we are hit by the rain.

From there on out, I never heard what you said.

I woke up feeling sad and burning Ray's pale mouth into my heart.

"Ha... ha... how did you escape"

I squeal bossly.

I ran away from Mr. Ray, whom I met earlier. I guess that's because I still think his past is just like that dream.

He went to the forefront of the Far East battle and met that beautiful blonde woman, and he grew up. As a person, as a magician, I grow up big.

When I think of it, I feel like that woman has seen me somewhere... walking around thinking so, I'm just about to bump into people in the corner.

Because I was thinking bawdly.

Keep your head down immediately.

"Sorry! That was my carelessness..."

"No, I don't mind. There's nothing wrong with this place."

"Ah..."

"What's up? Hmm... Could it be Rebecca-Bradley?

I'm sure this is a fate prank.

Because I'm right in front of you because you were the woman I saw in that dream, that person.

No, I've seen this guy at an aristocratic party, plus a couple of sorcery society parties.

A rare genius magician. Lydia-Ainsworth.

Her track record as a researcher is not usual either, but she must have been... [Ice Sword Mage].

I mean, Ray, who grew up under her like that... her child? No. For that, the year is near. Besides, he's an Ordinary. Tsuji doesn't fit.

In the brain, various thoughts explore.

"Are you all right? You look pale..."

"Oh, no. The... I'm sorry. Well, this is the first time I've talked to you, but it's Dear Lydia-Ainsworth, isn't it?"

"Exactly. Still, you've grown. I was a little younger when I saw it."

It has a hard tone, but speaks in a gentle voice.

But there's only one thing that's different from the past.

That means she's in a wheelchair.

Enlightenment.

Of Ray's memory, the end of that battle... because I know.

All the questions connect the fragmented memories I learned in my dreams. At the same time, some of my thoughts have organic implications.

And I was curious, and I asked...

"Mr. Ray... were you fighting in the Far East battle?

The moment I say that, her expression tenses and changes sharply.

"You asked Ray?

"No......"

"So how do you know?

That's an emotion to call fear. My feet were shaking at the transformation of the atmosphere.

Scary. Scary, but it fit.

The battlefield I dreamed of and he was running through, is real.

Mr. Ray was... really going through that Far East battle. With all sorrow, with tragedy at his back, he... came to this college.

I finally found out.

"Yu, in a dream... I saw it. Mr. Ray ran through the battlefield, and there was always you next door."

"Keep going."

"So... at the end of the day, Mr. Ray caused an enchanted realm rampage, Overheating. From there on out, I don't know. But! I dreamed about it, so shh!

I want you to believe me. That's what I talked about.

You know you shouldn't really do this. I asked for it.

Ray wants to know who he really is.

He wanted to understand him, and for some reason, I thought.

"Dream...... a cloud of consciousness? Too accurate for that...... is there some sort of magical factor involved? No way with that thing... right. No, thinking about it connects the story. I see... this sounds like a deeper story than I thought..."

He says he bumps himself, but I don't know what that content means.

"Rebecca-Bradley"

"Ha... yes"

"Come to my house after this cultural festival"

"Uh, the..."

"Let's tell Ray more"

"Yes, sir"

"Then excuse me. And the story of that dream. Don't tell anyone else. Absolutely."

"... ok"

When she pushes the wheelchair by herself, she disappears out of my sight.

Leave your body on the wall and sit on the spot with the cheats.

I look up to heaven.

I wonder who the hell I am and who he is...