If you train Lv1 Magic Arrow to Lv999 - exiled aristocratic students, train without giving up hope to reach the strongest

100 points.

The moment I saw the score, the students boiled up.

"Whoa whoa whoa!

"I can't believe I beat Brain!

"Sure, you were defeating the shadow with great momentum!

I'm 100 points....

I was surprised myself.

Is it a mistake?

... and Philbus said that your magic arrow might break the device.

Maybe something broke.

I'm sorry, Philbs.

I thought... but no, it's a reasonable result.

Sure, I punched through all the shadows accurately and unmatched. I can assure you there was no mistake.

Then I guess this is my strength.

I felt proud.

I was able to deal with it only with the magic arrow. I'm a little better at magic arrows than the other students.

Besides, Philbs advised me.

It's a test that asks you how powerful you're going to shoot. So Philbus said:

I want you to shoot me with a 10% magic arrow.

That gave me zero time to make that decision. This feat would not have been achieved if I had thought it stupid.

That's it, Philbs.

Your advice turned sheep into tigers.

Thank you, Dr. Philbs.

That's what I told Philbus when he came out of the room.

Philbus suddenly called out, huh? I opened and closed my eyes violently with that feeling.

The students rode in there.

"Eh, did the teacher give you any advice!?

"Surely I was talking about something before it started....."

Wow, the students are excited.

Philbus coughed on his cheeks and kept doing this.

"... well... that's right. I'm a good teacher, so... That's right... Alberto..."

That's right, Dr. Philbs.

That's what I said from the bottom of my heart.

"Er, I didn't have any advice!

"The results are the same without advice, in your case!

The students make noise.

Philbus said to them:

"... I'm sorry, but I'm going to choose a student... and you guys are going to give me so much advice..."

Did something blow out? That's what Philbs said when he put it on.

The noise of the students calmed down. Nature and its eyes were then poured into one male student.

Nine eight o'clock.

Grade Chief Brain Mills.

The man who fought me and defeated me.

Brain told me to come near me.

"... you win, Alberto. It's an honor to be in the same class as a student like you."

The eyes moved and looked at Philbus.

"I wasn't advised either.... you knew Brain Mills was still alive."

"... uhh, ahh, well..."

Philbus turned away and replied. Is the pressure on the chief of the school year hard on even wartime teachers?

"Well, maybe so..."

"Happy environment... there is a classmate who will be a wall to cross, and a teacher who will teach me how to" salvage "my immaturity..."

Brain murmured with a satisfied voice.

Then he looks at me.

"You know amazing magic. A white arrow - like a magic arrow. But it's definitely different from magic arrows....."

"Magic Arrow?

Brain lost his word to me for a while. [M]

Then, fufufu, I smiled.

"Are you kidding me? That's supposed to be the magic arrow."

"Magic Arrow?

Brain shook his head.

"During the water quality survey - I certainly saw the scene of defeating that frenzied spirit... I initially believed it was a magic arrow... but it wasn't. You're tricking the magic you use in some trick! Isn't that right?

This is what I answered after blinking my eyes.

"Magic Arrow?

Brain looked me in the eye and said it was dull.

"... is that a secret?"

"No, that's not what I meant...."

I'm in trouble.

Brain is completely mistaken about something. The magic I use is a magic arrow without a lie.

"... if I were you, I wouldn't be able to tell the sudden appearance of a man the secrets of his own magic - a truly magician, intelligent response."

As soon as he convinced himself, Brain offered me his right hand.

"I know you're a strange man, Alberto Luminas. I want to compete with you as a rival. Thank you again."

"... ah, ahh..."

I couldn't ignore the hand I was offered, but I grabbed it back.

... I feel like the conversation is out of place...

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Lugard looked at the town of King's Landing from the room of the hotel he was staying in.

Soon the Kingdom Festival will begin.

Many people travel around the city to enjoy - or earn - the festival's duration.

Once upon a time, it was a time of heartburn.

I don't feel anything in Lugard now.

He looks down at people who are running with cold eyes.

Lugard, do you mind?

Both the knocking and Faltima's voice came from the other side of the door.

"... oh, I don't mind."

Lugard answers and returns his gaze to his room.

Faltima, who came into the room, shook a piece of paper in her hand.

"I got a call from Student."

A student - a spy who lurks in the academy as a student.

Originally, it had the title of a crest teacher, but sometime after entering the college, it became known as a student.

The students were in contact with each other using magical ink given to them by Faltima prior to enrollment. Writing on paper with that ink will allow Faltima's magic to transfer the text here.

"Go ahead."

Lugard receives the paper presented and looks through it.

Here's what it said.

Promote the sale of goods. Delivery to you is scheduled for the next day. I came to a designated place. "

Buying and selling goods means "seizing dark marks".

Below the text was a map of the date, time and place of delivery.

Where is the map - Lugard knew it at first glance. It's a college. Lugard, a former college student, can remember the place.

"I'll be there when I hand it over, but if I'm not there, don't worry about picking it up."

and the message was closed.

For the exhibition at the Kingdom Festival, the dark signs sealed on the Academy appear on the front. At that time, the student stole the dark signs, and then Lugard, who had infiltrated the academy, was supposed to receive them.

Faltima opened her mouth.

"That's disgusting. After taking away the dark signs, why don't you just run away with me the next day without saying anything?

"... because students are important cards..."

Afterwards, I want you to gather information and network at the academy without doubt - that was the intention as darkness.

That's why Lugard went all the way to pick it up.

Well, that's good.

That's when Faltima snapped her fingers.

"Ah, yes! Do the students know about the White Arrow Magician who defeated the Sigilist?

"... no, I've never talked to you before..."

In the first place, students have always lived in dormitories on campus. Face-to-face contact was also cut to avoid suspicion. There is no situation I can talk to.

Faltima keeps talking.

"Then why don't you ask me about the magician with the white arrows? It could be someone from the academy."

"... I see... it's not bad."

Surely a sorcerer enough to defeat the Sigilist. I don't think it's a student, but it could have something to do with the academy.

"Faltima, can't you send a message with your magic?

Faltima shook her head.

"Unfortunately. All I can do is get a message from there. Why don't you ask me if I can meet you at the handover?

I see. Let's try that. "

Well, I don't think it's convenient for me to know...

There is no harm in doing just that. That's what Lugard thought.