Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban’nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!

Copy (me) struck.

Ever since the first day of school, there's been a lot of bad events.

What was decisive was the kidnapping and imprisonment of Dr. Chibi Glasses. If they talk to me for three hours. Well, that would be traumatic, too.

Yeah, strike, I'll do it. I'll do the same. Oh, it was me. Then you have no choice.

Nevertheless, hikikomori's expulsion annoys my father.

Me and Copy discussed working conditions until near dawn, and we quickly settled on the four-letter 'day shift'.

Copy yesterday. So I am the main unit today.

Oh, I don't want to go.

But there are circumstances that I have to go to today.

I ate the call.

She was bored with your son yesterday and will be asked about the situation. I'm not bad at all.

So...

"Tired..."

The interrogation, surrounded by ten teachers, lasted an hour. It was better than little ones glasses, but I'm tired.

I'm desperate, too.

You know, getting out of school in problematic behavior annoys my dad.

Anyway, 'I was self-absorbed and I didn't know what was!' and appeal.

but is.

'Even so, you, you're amazing. I didn't expect that hafen to pay you back.'

'I've been having trouble with his behavior lately. I've been in and out of strange meetings. "

"Didn't that make a good pill for the stupid son of a Marquis? Oh, don't tell me what you're saying now. '

'Hmm? Your disposition? No, I don't blame you.

'I understand that you are the victim of his entanglement. It's clear from the witness' testimony. '

"No one has been injured but him, and I do not consider it an overdefense"

"By the way, are you sure this is magic level two? You'd better re-measure it."

After that, I concentrated my questions on how I defeated your son and prevented him from attacking. I don't want to be known about my injunction magic, so I'm tired of letting it pass unknowingly.

I mean, I want to be certified and expelled, but the teachers are expecting me to do it.

You son of a bitch.

So I'm finally free to walk through the school. Even though the class was about to start, there were students there.

We freshmen are still in the orientation period, but it looks like our senior students are soliciting something.

What do you do with orientation in the first place?

The choice of class (because I'm leaving anyway) is to choose Textoo, and you don't need me to wander around the school, do you?

Some senior student, of course, is looking at me with a hard eye until the freshman.

I don't like being solicited or anything, do you want to go home?

It was when I tried to turn my heel back.

"I don't like it."

"We haven't even met yet. Do you want to refuse? So, Hart, do you even have eyes on the back of your head?

Professor Tia just spoke to me about the little one's glasses. I refused earlier, but they come all the way around in front of me.

"No, I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm still reflecting on whether we talked too much about this. So what do you think? Why don't we go into the eagle lab?

"You can't see the color of reflection at all"

"Ha ha, I'm desperate for eagles too. The survival of the lab is at stake this year if our students are zero..."

I don't want you to be abrupt.

"Why don't you stand up and go to the eagle lab? I got some good tea leaves. There's tea, isn't there?

"I forbid it"

"Stay. Don't say that. I mean, do you know who you belong to? Then you can go to the eagle."

"Affiliation?"

"What, you didn't hear about yesterday's eagle? You really only replied 'ha' or 'ho' because your eyes were empty."

Professor Tia flaunts his shoulders at this sight, for Christ's sake.

"The coaching room and the lab, don't you remember that word too?

"The former at all"

"What is the curriculum of this college divided into 'Knight Courses' and 'Doctoral Courses'?

"That way somehow"

The Knight Course is a training course for troops in action. Train those who actually use magic to become the dominant knights and soldiers of the country in the future.

Doctoral courses are for research positions. Develop new magic or explore efficient ways to use it.

"The lab is, well, intact. Stay in your room and immerse yourself in the study of magic. So is the eagle place. So, the coaching room learns how to use magic and apply it under a full-time teacher at Hundred Wars."

Apparently, students are bound to belong to some coaching room or lab.

It's just a lot of freedom.

Affiliation may vary, or you may cross the course. It seems not uncommon for a magic researcher to belong to a coaching room for the purpose of raising the arm of practice. And vice versa.

"Aren't you hoping for a lab?

"Either way."

"Hmm. You seem very capable in action. I heard about the disturbance yesterday. Let's do it. I can't believe I'm stretching you out like that."

"I didn't do it. Looks like someone gave me a hand."

"Really? But I'm done talking about you today." A freshman on the king's recommendation suddenly works great. "

"Huh...?

"Duh, what's wrong? You look like a hellhound who's been featured."

Isn't that so angry?

No, I'm sure I look like I'm desperate.

I'll get my ears up for a second.

"Hey, it's him, isn't it? He killed Master Schneidal."

He blew it off with a blow.

He's the son of Uncle Zenfis.

"You look cute."

"Shall I ask you out for lunch?

"Oh, there you are. I finally found you."

That's not good.

Is that why I felt like I was getting attention earlier?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

If you turn to your voice,

Bi 'un!

A disappointed young man like Lagerman has stuck out his bush.

He avoided it and grabbed his wrist, pushing his back while twisting behind him and knocking him down to depression.

"Is it sudden?

"Hehe, that's just great, Hart. I'm sorry. I thought you could handle it at your leisure, so instead of saying hello, a little bit."

I don't know who it is, but it's familiar.

"What, you could have forgotten, too? It's me, Ryan."

Well, like you heard somewhere? When I twist my neck, I follow from the side.

"This is His Royal Highness Prince Lyas. Before the royal celebrities, Hart was related to you, wasn't he?

"..................... huh?

"Why would I be sorry!

That hateful little kid, that's such a mess for Mr. Macchio? I don't think you inherited the same gene as I did. Your brother is pathetic.

"Damn, is there such a rambling greeting? Rias has been rude, Mr. Hart. And it's been a while."

When I let go of my hand, the beautiful man who pulled Lyas up bows to me with a pepper.

"I know. You're Princess Marianne."

"Why should I forget and remember my sister!

Well, hey, I feel like this will happen when that grown up pretty girl grows up properly.

Not my mother, but my nose is high as my brother.

Well, let's just say that.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Get the Prince of the Top Practical Techniques on your entrance exam..."

"Seriously, that's amazing."

I knew you weren't the only one.

So it's not. I gave this guy a break, I'm sure. Isn't that right?

It was me who resented why this continued event felt like raising my rating -.