It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

After the entrance ceremony, I went to confirm my class. When I rendezvous with Tütte, who I had refrained from outside the venue, Zach also takes me to see where my class is. I knew where it was right away. Because people are unusually gathered.

"Is there a class division up there?

I imagined a heroine looking in the hallway at a class table that I often see in cartoons, but apparently there was no such large paper or other such thing in this world, and it was like a system whereby the person involved would have a class breakdown table and respond orally if asked.

"Well, I'll ask you."

Tütte walks toward the man in charge.

"Oh, and then ask me mine, too."

Zach, who was next to me in the back of it, has done me a good favor, so I only see the face.

"It's a bit... confusing and doesn't use the tutte"

"Fine, it's not going to decrease."

"Less, my friendship with you..."

"Friendship! I don't like that… I'll be careful later."

When I'm half-eyed and softly a little away from him, Zach's been bowing his head, so I forgive him.

"Ma'am, I understand your class."

Tütte came back to tell the person that we were having such a conversation.

"So, how many pairs a year?

"What? What is it?

There's a Tütte in the words I even said as a matter of course? I'll answer with a mark.

(Is that it? Isn't that the expression of how many pairs?

To restore some hardened air, I cough it up once and re-divide it.

"So what happened to the class?

"Oh, yes... it was' Solos'"

Sarah told Tutte to take it for granted, and now I'm the one? Be Mark.

(Yah! I've decided that the school system is the same as my previous life's knowledge, so I've been listening)

"Hehe, solos... surprised, though I expected Magilka to be an 'arrayos'"

To the words Zach said unexpectedly. Am I even more? I'm supposed to keep flying Mark.

(Wouldn't it be left like this... this place is more a temporary disgrace than a lifetime of disgrace)

"Um... solos, arrayos, what are you talking about?

Shame on me, I lean my little neck as I smile at the pull.

"Huh? Oh, briefly, Solos is a class with an emphasis on martial arts, and Alleyos is a class with an emphasis on witchcraft. Later, a class focused on academia is Larios."

Tütte immediately understood the intent of my question and gave me an answer.

"Hehe, it's called literature and reason, it's like a sports and cultural system."

As always, there's no conversation between me and you.

(Learn as much as you want, me!

"Oh, by the way, Master Zach was Solos, too."

Out of my conversation, Tütte changed the subject and misled me.

"Well, you're from the Elexil family... naturally,"

"Does that mean you have a class to decide on in your household?

To my casual question, Zach looked at this one with a surprised face.

"No, no, no, that's not it. You took a physical exam or a practical exam on your admission exam, didn't you? I'm using that as a guide."

To Zach's response, now I'm surprised, and a bwack of cold sweat drips off my back.

(Yay, I didn't take any entrance exams, so I don't know that... but you can't just say this)

"Oh, yes... you did."

I turn my face away from the gaze of both of them and run away, showing them how to laugh.

"What is it, Master Mary? Oh, well."

"Hey, what's up?"

As Zach with a regular face looks at this one, I am in a hurry as I let my gaze swim to see if the back entrance has been found out.

"You hatched on the martial arts practical exam! You busted your exam opponent like I did, that's why you became a solo male! Damn, it's not like I'm a lady."

"I'm not gonna do anything!

Though I'm heartbroken by Zach's diagonally downward reasoning, I don't think of it in his rude, extreme words, and I put a scratch on it.

(But why am I soros if I haven't taken the exam? Oh, since your father was a marshal and he had quite a martial arts tradition when he was younger, so did his daughter... I wonder how that feels)

"Well, well... is Master Magilka, who is good at witchcraft, an array male?

"Yes, I am."

Tutte interrupted our barren conversation and someone else came onto the topic she brought up to change the story. All three of them were surprised, and when they looked at the voice, a courtier approached us who rocked a vertical roll from the other side.

"What! That's right... Magilka... you're in a different class..."

I'm feeling kind of dark. To be honest, I know I can't make it through school life without Tütte, but I've been thinking about relying on Magilka, but more importantly, it's still lonely that the friendliest same-sex is in another class.

"Hey, what is it, it's not a lifetime goodbye... oh, you can always see me if you want to see me! Because this is how I go to show my face when I'm free."

You know, I looked so uncut, Magilka makes me say something to comfort Awa Awa and me.

"Besides, the class can be changed every year, and if Mary cares about it, she can be in the same class."

"Hehe... yes it is"

(Oh, friends are good ~... but why are you blushing and illuminating?

I chewed up my friendship and decided to forget the details.

"So, what about the prince?

"Cohon... Your Highness wishes to go to La Lios. He wants to learn a lot about politics, economics, history."

Creeping away the intent of Zach's unspoken question, Magirka was convinced as he leaked the word ~ when he derived the answer precisely.

(That's Magilka... I would have heard so much about it.)

While recognising how clever she was, I was also surprised by the prince's unexpected request. Because if he was a prince who was learning sword moves, he would imagine himself going to martial arts.

"You're not in the same class as Master Rayforth."

"What, do you miss me?

I silence Zach's body next door trying to make fun of him with no sexual punishment and including a nihilistic and nasty laugh, eating elbow iron with a clear face.

"Anyway, I'll meet you in the conversation room tomorrow, so I'm not leaving today."

Magilka has suggested opening up this place with faces like Yareyare, so I decided to leave the nagging man alone and go home.