Mannen D-rank No Chuunen Boukensha, Yotta Ikioi De Densetsu No Ken Wo Hikkonuku

After two nights and three days of dungeon attack, we returned safely to the ground.

Class starts tomorrow.

"But for now, I've dived into the dungeon for three days in the spirit of making sure, but you should have had a proper meeting about your future plans,"

"Krusche, in particular, has a different school year, and you need to adjust your schedule.... Krusche?

"What? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, hey"

……

Something's still wrong with Krusche.

They don't try to talk to us much.

Even if we occasionally have a conversation, somehow I turn my cheeks red and look in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"So after this, we'll meet up somewhere for a meeting"

"Where can I do this? There's AC space in the dorm too..."

"Then I know a good place."

We also set a meeting time, and once we get to the dorm.

Aria, when I broke up with Kursche and went back to my private space, Wenus became a person and a toddler.

"Ugh! It's been a long time since I've been free to move around!

Sometimes there was always a Kruschet in the dungeon, and he remained a sword figure the whole time.

Was it stressful because of that, Wenus snapped as he got on the bed, jumping a little.

Totally a child.

"I'm not a sword, and it's not hard to stay a sword, but I like to move myself. Uh-oh!

"That's good, but don't be too loud. It sounds like a Kruschet. It would be bad if they found out you were bringing a toddler into the room. It doesn't have to be. I feel subtly avoided since I dived into the dungeon."

"It's avoided, or... kuku"

Somehow Wenus turns a nasty grin on Niyanya.

"What is it?

"No, no, it's nothing."

Then what we assembled was a café set up in the school building.

But I hesitate to go inside by accident.

"Where it seems so expensive, are you okay?

Krusche laughs bitterly.

"It's okay. This place is free for college students."

"Are you serious?"

"Even now, our customers are mostly civilians, right? Many aristocratic students use better things for a fee."

"... Really?"

From a poor guy like me, I don't care how you look at it, it's a fancy store...

I was also surprised by the luxury of the student dorm room, but once again I am reminded that I have been admitted to a hell of a place.

"So, when do you act as a unit, but it's not that hard to schedule. Because first and second graders, all of the mandatory classes in seating are solidified in the first half of the week."

I often have to leave the city for a few days or so because of practical skills classes and assignments.

They are therefore making it easier to vacate the second half of the week.

"I see. If you want a martial officer, don't you need to take a specialized lecture that's later in the week"

"Yeah."

Then Kursche adds.

"It's not that big of a class attendance, so you can earn credit if you work hard on your exams. Depending on the unit, they share the classes they take and take the kind of way that everyone studies later on in the notebook that one person takes. And of course the school tolerates that."

"Heh."

It still helps to have seniors.

The information I was interested in + alpha is readily available.

At that time, the store was stuck in Russia.

When I glanced at the entrance for something, there was the figure I saw at the entrance ceremony.

"Fi, Her Royal Highness Princess Fiora!?

The clerk raised his voice upside down.

That's right.

To say the person was Princess Fiora-Rea St. Gras, a princess of beauty with the right to inherit the throne of this country.

Without going through the surrounding attention or anything, she enters the store in a grand foothold.

Oh, sure, it's not a big fancy store here...

It may be pathetic to be compared to her, but it clearly seemed that way.

But why would she be here?

If you think so, it will come straight up to the seat where we were sitting.

"Ho ho! I wonder if this could be for the Lord! This isn't your chance!

That's no way.

I can't say I go to the same college, but I don't think the princess has an errand for a civilian old man like me.

So, is it Aria?

Indeed, Aria is the daughter of a former nobleman.

It's not strange to have face-to-face knowledge with a princess.

But I missed my expectations.

The princess smiled like a flower at the boy sitting next to me.

"I have searched, Krusche (...) ma (...)"

... Sama?

"Yes, Your Highness Fiora..."

Krusche tries to kneel on the spot as he rises, pulling his cheeks together.

But when the princess controlled it, she pointed her lips as if she were obstinate.

"Already. Oh, and I've said it many times. Please call me Fiora."

"Yes, no, but that's just..."

"Please don't even salute me. I'm not with you and Kursche."

"Ugh, yeah... ok... Mr. Fiora..."

Against a princess with a full smile, Krusche is as tazzy as her usual pleasure is a lie.

Nevertheless, I had no idea the princess would be so close to Krusche, who was supposed to be a civilian.

I haven't seen anyone with me.

What you were saying at the admissions ceremony wasn't really a social dictionary, was it?

Or could Kursche be the son of a millionaire, unlike me, even when he says he's a civilian?

... No, you said you were from the country.

"By the way, Kursche. Did you think about that? I've been looking for that answer for a long time."

Maybe he's also making some important promises.

We looked to Kruschet to see if we should take our seats off, but he shook his head.

On the contrary, "Don't be alone," his eyes said.

And the princess told him with a caged voice of fever.

"Kursche, please join your unit."