Industrial revolution starting with the undead

The National School of Magic says, 'It's easy to enroll. Only geniuses graduate'.

Enrollment in the School of Magic itself can be acknowledged by anyone, as long as they give the aristocrats there enough money to prepare it. And the education of witchcraft is equally accessible to all.

But instead, if you don't pass the "promotion test" that goes up from one year to two years, the "advanced test" that goes up from two to three years, and the "graduation test" that takes place at the end of three years, you can't move on.

Especially graduation trials, the difficulty of which is a substitute for the former two and the difference in digits.

I managed to graduate with the brilliant success of "Destroying 100 Magic Creatures of Different Weaknesses," which I was given as a challenge in my graduation test. This is the magical creature made by the instructor - a livestock test of starting over if you don't destroy a hundred bird-like things I've made before, in a row. Moreover, each of the magical creatures has different weakness attributes and is a substitute for not dying unless witchcraft is attacked that becomes a weakness.

This is a test that cannot be passed unless it has three things: "Use multi-attributes," "Be able to grasp weaknesses in an instant," and "Endless magic even with continuous magic activation." And I made a mistake about twice, but I managed to pass.

Incidentally, those who were able to graduate in the same school year are less than fingers in both hands. That's how tough the college is.

I graduated from the School of Magic in three years. Graduation trials were also passed in the Chair, not allowing other students to follow. It was enough to be called a genius with the greatest amount of magic in college and history.

So there was a voice from Eleonora, who was coming as the director of the graduation trials. I was wondering if I could be a disciple.

A direct disciple of Eleonora, the most powerful class sorcerer, considered one of the four witches of the Continent. That's a good condition for anyone who aspires to witchcraft to jump. Eleonora told me, too, and I agreed to it in two replies. He said he was going to take the magic path.

Three days after that.

When my father died and my brother ran off, that's what I was informed.

I went back to the mall, bought bread and grilled meat skewers that I could eat right away, and I went back to Eleonora's mansion again. Most of the roadblocks were almost exhausted, so all I bought was cheap.

I'm a little anxious to know if this is the kind of souvenir I want to have when I'm a disciple. But I can't buy anything without just what precedes me. The world is intelligent.

"Er..."

In the meantime, I knocked on the door knocker that once again pictured a lion.

That's just the second time, and it won't mean you'll be driven back again. I bought you something to eat, just like I said.

And while you're thinking like that, gibberish, the sound of heavy doors opening.

"There you are."

"Ah, uh, Mr. Eleonora...?

"Oh, gin. Long time no see."

It was the beautiful woman who flushed her brilliant blonde hair behind her.

Cherry blossom lips on the smooth muscles of the nose for sharp, piercing glances. Are both ears slightly more pointy than those of man a testament left to the mixing of those of Art in their blood?

Wearing a thin purple piece, the perfect fabric accentuates the body's lines. Furthermore, he exposes his white thighs at all costs from the skirt part containing the slit.

Yeah.

Definitely what I know, he was here as a director during his graduation exam at the School of Magic, the figure of Eleonora.

I just saw it, I saw it, it's very routine in a good way, very gutsy in a bad way, maybe you should forget about it. Look, he's such a decent magician-looking eleonora.

"In the meantime, stand up for what? Don't come in. I'll make you some tea."

"Excuse me."

"I'm stuck."

"Hmm...?

To Eleonora's words, I do not hesitate to enter the front door. And it's Chris who follows me right behind me like that.

Perhaps Chris was unrecognizable in an earlier moment. Eleonora frowned slightly.

And watch Chris for a while.

"... is that your squire? Gin."

"Ah, yes. Uh, like that."

"No, you were a noble three boy. I remember saying I was going to make a disciple and I said no because I was going to inherit my lord."

"I'm sorry about that verse."

Keep your head down.

My father's obituary overlapped with my brother's tragic news, and I turned down my apprenticeship to Eleonora before returning to the realm. From there we struggled to do something about the poor territory, but in the meantime we had received many sentences from Eleonora.

The contents are, 'Come anytime. You're the only one who will be my apprentice. "

"Well, fine. Keep your head up. So... that means you're going to be my apprentice, right?

"Yes, I'm leaving the territory to my brother."

"Good for you. You're a delicacy that I expected to teach you everything about. I'm not a smoky lord."

Eleonora will guide you to the room that will be your guest.

Eleonora sits on one of the couches facing each other, prompted to "sit down" and I sit in the front of it. And Chris, too, sat next to me.

Although Eleonora frowned only for a moment, she says nothing more.

"Okay, again... Mr. Eleonora"

"Oh."

"Make me an apprentice."

"Oh. I'll tell you everything. I'll show you the abyss of witchcraft I know."

"Thank you"

And Eleonora nods, arms together. The armband showed that the two hills on its chest stood out.

Why don't you?

You can't look at the person you're about to become a master with that eye.

"Well, I'll give you one first. I have something to tell you."

"Yes."

To serious words, snort.

That I will be the first to be taught by my master to advance the path of sorcery.

That's...

"Don't come to the woman's house without an appointment."

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It was a very, very useful lesson for the future.