Life with my Little Sister

"Come on. So, do you want to go..."

In the understatement, Mr. Rossum offers flexibility.

He will be in charge of the practical skills for today's sixth level exam.

This time I was driven out as a clerk and supporter.

Really, I want our department understaffed to do something about it.

"Oh, that...!? Mr. Rossum, that ring!

"Huh, did you notice at a glance? You're as good as ever, Tordie."

My boss laughed, as if he were a jerk.

The ring he's wearing.

That wasn't the 'ring of attenuation' that the test officer should have worn.

Very similar, separate.

Examiners are required to wear this ring.

Otherwise, 'I was in a hurry and I followed you,' because it could be.

Besides, 'Down Ability' is an indicator of the exam. If they put out the 'more than that' output, the exams will be kicked.

"You're doing well, aren't you? If you do, you won't be noticed that way."

"You won't be noticed, then, you won't! Are you going to fight with your original power!? All the exams, are you saying you will fail!

"Calm down, calm down. Just one fight. Only one of them is eligible for this ring."

"Are you also the one who wants to deliberately fail!? You can't admit that!

"Well, if you're a noble fucking kid, that sounds interesting, too"

Mr. Rossum laughs nicely.

Not to mention now, we both work in the kingdom.

That is to say, it is not uncommon to deal with aristocrats.

Not all of them, but there are more distorted personalities in the aristocracy, and they hit hard below.

In fact, they are often subjected to unfair treatment and irrationality. So civil servants may hate nobility.

In the workplace and after-sales, we often hear about your related stupidity.

"So, calm down. What venue is this?

"Ah..."

That's what I was saying. This was a test venue for civilians, wasn't it?

No, but.

"It won't be a good reason to use a fake ring, will it?

"That's why you said it. Just for one."

"Who is one of them?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I forgot why

――

Are you Alto Crane Putt?!

Speaking of which, Mr. Rossum came out with his test.

"... with all your might, are you going to fight him?

"If you don't have to let me out, I won't do everything I can. Well, even if it's qualitative, it's a five-year-old, right? I don't even know what kind of" that "Fourth Princess is, but there's a bucket."

I think it's already an unusual ability to just come out to the sixth grade exam at just five.

Underestimation, I don't think we should.

"I ask you, can Mr. Rossum fight the elves with magic and win?

"Elves? That would be impossible to decide. The underlying output is too different. Unless you can make that difference, you can't beat the three great sorceries unless you hit them by accident."

Exactly.

Even in the midst of the fighting, my demon wall was easily broken down and the black rope was easily destroyed.

Differences in power lead to advantages and disadvantages as they are.

There's nothing I can do about all this.

There is a difference not only in power, but also in the amount of magic.

Even if we could produce the same output, it would be difficult for an arrow-strength human to beat an elf due to the difference in magical stamina.

Race difference walls are very thick and expensive.

"What's wrong with that? I'm fighting a human five-year-old, not an elf magician."

"... no. Alt-kun is a genius. Let's not forget that."

"It's my job to figure that out. I even got these rings for you, huh? If you were just a kid with magic, you'd be out of your mind."

Mr. Rossum laughed karakara.

And I came to the practical exam venue for the sixth level exam.

Grade seven exams, wherever they are, were passed if you hit the examiner, but grade six is site designation.

One shot if it hits the examiner's chest. If you're not in a steep spot, like your arm or foot, you have to hit him three times.

The examiner wears a protector, but when magic hits here, it's a mechanism that changes color.

Hitting a target other than a protector can be disabling, but conversely, the examiner can be easily defended as long as the target location is limited.

So compared to grade seven, difficulty increases at once.

... and just for the record, when the examiner is a warrior, passing is even farther.

Defending a particular area is something that can be covered by experience and taste.

Mr. Rossum has done the exam officer many times, so he was well aware of the proposed arrangement for handouts.

Not too difficult, not too easy.

I was realizing my practical skills with exactly the difficulty that Grade Six deserved.

Some examiners aren't good at adding or subtracting around here, especially when they're more in charge of nobility, and the complaint flies.

"Well, here we go, dude."

Mr. Rossum smiled as he replaced the ring.

Fighting out of hand is stressful, so I'm sure you want to dissipate.

And Alto Crane, Putt.

He was the same as before and slowly showed up at the venue.

(Oh, you noticed me. I've been interviewed first)

He has strange powers, unlike ordinary magicians.

Bend the magic you unleashed once, seal the magic, and exercise the spell without chanting.

Even if you just possess one of them, you outnumber a lined sorcerer.

It will not extend to that (...) Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, but in the future it will undoubtedly surpass all magicians of the same age and reign as the number two user.

When he rose to the martial arts stage, Mr. Rossum began to explain with a smile.

"Grade Six acceptance condition is to have two hands, two legs, and then a total of five protectors in the chest hit the magic."

What are you going to say, the terms are different!

As I tried to raise my voice, Mr. Rossum controlled it by hand.

"The defeat condition is ring out and out of magic, and then, you eat magic five times better. I don't care where this is. Let me count for once wherever I hit."

"Examiners are more disadvantaged, aren't they?"

"Not really. This is how our examiners wear their ability attenuation rings, and basically they only use water bullets. I think I did it at level seven with Tordi there, but the magic he's best at is the dark attribute. But I bet you never used that magic. I only use water bullets, too. Besides, you're basically free to use magic. Well, anything less lethal, I'd have trouble with boulders."

"The journey. The examiner is the examiner, and he bears a lot of handouts."

Alt-kun was honestly nodding.

Even though Mr. Rossum rounded me up and said I was in a more disadvantageous situation than the other students.

"Shall we begin? I hope you have a good fight."

While it was still good, Mr. Rossum began chanting.

Alt-kun - he watches it in silence.

I didn't attack preemptively with no chant, and I didn't use mysterious magic inhibition, complete with those elves.

(What if they can't be used under certain conditions or...? - No, you don't. The magic seal is probably his wife's hand. You don't want them to know much)

Then I thought you were helpless and standing on the bar, and that was different too.

"Okay, I'll go"

Over his head, there was a ball of water fifty centimeters large.

That was the use of witchcraft I had never seen.