Legend

"Nice to meet you, Lord Ray. I'm the dean of the school, Erinde Exilia."

Before Ray and Samaroon sat on the couch, it was the person with pointy ears who said so and turned his grin.

If you look at those ears, you can understand that Ray is also the elf in front of you.

Green hair stretching down to the bottom of the ear also highlights the elf-like look.

Sometimes I just don't understand. That's...

(Is that a man? Is that a woman?... Which one?

Yes, it's the gender of an elf with a grin in front of Ray.

That elf, which is desirable to describe as neutral from Ray's eyes, is not very much, but neither man nor woman can judge it.

I think it's a man if they say it's a man, and if they say it's a woman, they convince me it's a woman. He was such an opponent.

"Uh... it's Ray. It's a short time until spring, but I'll take care of you. Director of the Erinde Exilia School"

Mouth it that far, and once again Ray turns his gaze to the person in front of him.

Erinde Exilia. Having a last name indicates that the elf in front of you is aristocratic.

He was Ray, who was surprised at how Erinde looked, which seemed to both men and women, but he finally realized there that he had a last name.

I guess I understood what Ray thought of gazing at me like I was confused. Erinde smiles and opens his mouth.

"Do you care about my gender?

"... well, in short,"

"Pfft, I'll tell you that after we get to know each other a little better. Until then, you should think about it."

The way I tell you with a smile is exactly what I would describe as neutral.

(I see, the kind who likes pranks? Well, he flew the demon bird over here or something, so I'm pretty sure he's curious. Still, if it's normal, it's not hard to judge it by its appearance)

Ray's gaze only momentarily turns to Erinde's chest.

If Erinde were a woman, her chest would be swollen to the point where she could see it.

But from Ray's eyes, those breasts don't look swollen.

Still, I couldn't deny it was a man because I've read in books before that elves are often meaty thin.

(On the contrary, dark elves are good meaty, unlike regular elves)

Past Ray's brain was Guildmaster of the Guild, as if he had made the word seductive into a person's form as it were.

The dark elf marina emits enough colour to attract everyone if they are men.

You can't have a normal elf with someone like that. That's what I thought, Ray, but I don't know that Erinde actually had similar thoughts inside.

(The way you unloaded the hood doesn't look very good, but it doesn't seem like a man. Most importantly, in his case, the gender is already clear, so I guess you don't have to worry about it)

Erinde opens his mouth with a gleaming grin, not letting him read inside.

"Now, when it comes to why you bothered to come to the dean's office, it's also because I wanted to see you.... No, you're surprised. How many magic items do you have? It's been a long time since I've seen anyone with that many magic items."

He groans like he was impressed and turns his gaze to Ray's body.

Go to places where you wear several magic items, such as hands, feet, and body.

"You think it's not just the item box?

Probably because I didn't realize it myself. Samaroon turns his gaze toward Erinde and looks at Ray again.

I can't even feel if it's a magic item because I don't have anything like an eye that sees magic and I'm not an alchemist.

For a samaroon like that, looking at Ray didn't know where he was wearing a magic item.

... If Samaroon was looking at Ceto, he might have noticed a magic item on his forefoot, but unfortunately he's already broken up with Ceto when Ray meets Samaroon in the staff dorm.

"Oh, I don't know what kind of magic item it is, but I can still see him wearing a few magic items just by looking at it like this.... Still, you have a lot of magic items. It would have been hard to get that, wouldn't it?

"I don't deny it. In fact, I got a lot of rewards for asking, and sometimes I walked around the city and found digs."

"How dare you, that's it...... it wouldn't change anywhere that magic items are expensive"

Regardless of the kind of magic items that you use on a daily basis, it's very expensive to have the kind of magic items that Ray is collecting in action.

How much time does it take for me to collect that so far... if I think about it, Erinde also has to raise his voice of admiration.

Also, that was the case with Samaroons.

No, the more magically inclined Samaroon is pointing a hotter gaze at Ray than Erinde.

(I know you favor me because I'm inclined to magic, but in my case, I use magic sensibly, not theoretically. It's a little troublesome when they tell me to argue or something)

While I have a subtle and unpleasant feeling about the gaze that can be directed at me, Ray nevertheless opens his mouth without looking like he cared about it on the surface.

"That's what hobbies are for, isn't it? Especially in my case, my master gave me a lot of magic items."

When this is the time to use my settings successfully, I say the explanation about the master as before.

(When you think about it like this, it feels like you've set it up a lot. Thank you, my brain master. Keep up the good work for me)

I never thought Ray would think that on the inside, and Erinde and Samaroon nod as deeply impressed by Ray's words.

"Well, it's not something a master can do to his apprentice..."

"Yes, many people would try to make a magic item their own if it were normal... No, I thought I should describe it as more so"

"Right. I didn't know I would give that much to the independence of my disciple... honestly, can I do that much? Lord Ray's master must be such a wonderful wizard."

"Huh? Ah... Oh, yeah. Yes, I am grateful to my master."

Ray's cheek is drawn to the fact that his master is appreciated more than he thought.

It would also be natural, because the master of his own created delusions is at some point treated as a personable person.

"So, can I ask you why I was called here after all?

Erinde opens his mouth to Ray, who manages to tell him to mislead the story, that he finally remembers.

"Especially not that I had an errand like this. I simply wanted to see you. [M] Whatever you say, he's an adventurer with a deep red alias. And he was in my school until spring, so he wanted to know what personality it was as soon as possible."

"... so? How do you feel about seeing me?

"It was a little different than I expected...... something like that? However, people's rumors are basically conveyed to a large audience, so given that, it may be natural."

"Right. I don't know about mutilating hostile aristocratic limbs or anything like that."

I snort as Samaroon agrees with Erinde's words... but as for Ray, it gets harder to say it when it's true until half of that rumor.

In fact, the keepsake, which is also the cause of this disturbance, has been severed from both shoulders.

I'm alive for once, but I'm sure I'll be cut off from Count Eriel more than I've caused all that commotion, and then I won't be able to get a prosthetic arm.

It may be said, first of all, that obtaining a prosthetic hand such as that produced by alchemy is impossible.

"As for the rumors, I don't particularly care. They're pretty mixed up with the truth."

As for Ray, I just had to say this.

"Heh, that's a lot of humility. Normally, I'd want to deny my own bad rumors."

"That's what Mr. Ray is, school director. Probably one of the best wizards in this world. This big razor is a great thing. You have to be an apprentice even with me."

"... it's not enough to be said."

I find it somewhat uncomfortable even though for some reason the rating from Samaroon is eel climbing.

If it's normal, I guess it's commendable that you can purely respect someone so much younger than yourself.

But... Ray, who can turn that gaze, sighs inside out.

(I don't usually get this kind of gaze.... Oh, you had Basrello. But for Basrello, it's a lot smaller than me.)

Ray was reminiscent of Basrello from how he was in Samaraun, but Basrello was also about ten years old.

From the side, it's a mid-teenager… externally, it's hardly different from Ray, who is a mid-teenager, but Ray doesn't seem to care about it at all.

"Don't be a little troubled when you look at me like that. Treat me normally."

"Even if they say so... from what I can tell, Mr. Ray is someone who even seems to be at the top of the wizard. As the same wizard, I'm very happy to have someone like that."

Ray turns his gaze toward Erinde, asking him to do something about the gaze he can direct from Samaroon.

I guess you understood what that gaze meant. Erinde smiles bitterly and opens his mouth.

"Samaroon, keep it around. Isn't Lord Ray in trouble too? I can't help but think what Samaroon thinks of Lord Ray, but some people don't like it on the table."

If Erinde, the dean of the school, tells him so, Samaroon can't recruit any more.

Ray is not an object of respect for Samaroon, but at the same time Elf, Erinde, also respects him as a wizard, above himself.

"If that's what the school director says...... but Mr. Ray. If you can, could you let me talk to you soon about magic?

"Hmmm...... I know how you feel, but it could be a clap for Samaroon, huh? In my case, magic is not a theory, it's a sensory thing. It's a magical structure, but it's not based on theory."

"... well, is that right? You know, using magic without theory or anything... genius is really what you are."

I guess Ray's words were surprising. Incredible...... No, a samaroon with a look like you don't want to believe it.

Erinde smiles bitterly when he sees such a samaroon.

I am an admired instructor by students who use magic in cadet schools, because sometimes I go too far as I do now.

(If I don't even have this, I'm a good instructor.... No, researchers are curious things. If magic develops with Samaroon's actions, I'd be delighted to do so)

From Ray's point of view, I still didn't know which man or woman Erinde looked like, sighing in pain and itching.

I know it has something to do with being an elf, but it's very hard to judge.

(Same elf, but I hope she dresses up easy to tell she's a woman, like a marina)

Ray's brain is overshadowed by a guild master who is also the same elf.

"Well, I'd like to talk a little bit more if I were supposed to, but unfortunately, I can't even say that I have a working pattern as a schoolmaster. Let's keep the first meeting around here.... Lord Ray, will you come back here tomorrow morning? There are a lot of circulars."

Ray nodded at Erinde's words, rising from the couch where he was sitting.

"Well, in the short time leading up to spring, but starting tomorrow, thank you.... maybe it'll annoy you a lot."

"Ha. Everyone who goes through here is young. Like every day...... that may be somewhat excessive, but still it is not uncommon for noise to occur. I want you to work hard with that in mind. … So, samaroon. I'll take care of him."

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

I guess that word was a signal. Erinde gets up and heads for the desk.

Samarroon does the same, prompting Ray to get out of the dean's office.

(Well, anyway, I arrived at the cadet school. For example, you're going to have those days, like busy, noisy, until around spring)

Mumbling inside, Ray once again turns his gaze inside the dean's office before leaving the room.

I guess I felt Ray's gaze like that. Erinde looked up and smiled at Ray.