Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Three days after the storm named Mother left.

Our daily routine was proceeding peacefully, without any major events.

"- So magic is a generic term for a phenomenon that uses small, invisible particles called magic vegetables that are filled with the atmosphere."

Lectures in magic will be given to five students who are listening to the lecture with one hand and with great care in front of them.

With regard to magic, there is a great opening in the five of us to that understanding, so I worried about where I should start lecturing, but first I decided to solidify the scaffolding from the foundation in the foundation.

"Sun. The process of exercising magic, classifying it in large measure?

Ask the least understanding Sun about magic in this the most preliminary question about magic.

"Yes! I don't know!

And they threw a spoon at me very well.

"I know you're well, but just think about it a little more... You just did this before, didn't you?

"'Cause I don't know ~..."

Sun said so with a pointy tip of his mouth and dissatisfaction as he threw his health-colored torso on his desk.

I only started listening to classes properly on the condition that I would hang out with practice every morning, but that understanding remains the same.

This is not much different than sleeping just listening from right to left.

"I've told you many times that if you don't know right away about it, you can't. Make a good habit of thinking because you can make mistakes. It's not just about sitting there, it's about fighting."

"Yes......"

A careless reply.

You know or you don't...

"Bye, Feer. Can you answer me instead?

"Huh... yes! The process of exercising magic……………"

"Think slowly."

"Yes... uh... first of all recognition of magic vegetables... right...?

I reply with a gentle nod to Feer, who has glanced at me less confidently.

"And then, uh... reception of magic vegetables..."

Even though it fits, he turns his unconfidential gaze on me over and over again.

As for this kid, we have to do something about this lack of confidence first, but in order to do that, we have to first find a stunt that no one can beat this.

"Does it fit with Grant and Consolidation…, Amplification…, Last Release…?

"Oh, you're right"

"Ha... good..."

When I say so, Fia sits in her seat, exhaling loudly as if she had grated her chest.

"We can also classify it in more detail, but roughly divide it into processes like Fier just said. It is said that the process of granting and consolidating is particularly important among them. Grants and Consolidations-"

Grant and concatenation is the process of linking one's thoughts to magic, giving an attribute to magic, connecting them and building a single spell, which is called chanting.

And what makes that thought a word is what is called a spell, a rune, etc.

I will explain that firmly to the five of you.

"Then the next question will be a little more difficult..."

I look over at the five of them as I say so.

Sun has the look of closing his eyes and praying that he can't somehow guess.

Feea has an equally nervous face, and Femme is reading through the textbooks by herself for some reason.

When that happens, is Anna likely to be the one to answer... or...

Right side of Anna sitting with her spine pinned out, her mind shifting her gaze to Isna staring at the hollow, which is blurry and nowhere in the way she said it wasn't here.

Three days ago, this has been going on since the day Mr. Eschl left.

There must be some other cause because I'm pretty sure the loneliness my mother has left isn't the kind of personality to be on the table so far, but I have no idea what raw hatred is.

In the case of the bathroom, it was the fear that maybe this time you wouldn't be in class that ended up worrying me, but it's synonymous with the fact that if this were to continue, I'd hardly be out.

I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'm going to have to let you attend class.

"What is the most important thing in the process of consolidation? Isna, do you understand?

I will never nominate Isna for the next respondent.

"Isna?"

Isna keeps staring at the hollow, unaware of my nomination.

I can't feel the usual hegemony at all from that blurry eye.

"Isna sister? You've been nominated.

"Huh? What? Your nomination?"

Then, the neighbor, Sun, stuck his arm and poked it at his fingertips, finally showed him the bare gesture he noticed.

"You know what it's important to put it in the concatenation process when exercising magic?

Repeating the question again, Isna slowly rises up without even showing any particular disobedience.

I'm delighted in my heart that you're finally willing to take a serious lecture on that.

It's another story I haven't told you, but Isna, who can use even sixth floor magic already, should be able to answer it.

"Consolidation…. The important thing is… compatibility…"

I answered that in a whispering tone.

"Exactly! Correct. Look, the spells have their own shapes, and they're not compatible."

"... dude... dude..."

"Hmm? Isna?

As I try to continue my lecture, I notice Isna whining about bumping something as she stood without trying to take a seat.

"Compatibility... Body... Consolidation... Man..."

"Oh, hey... Isna...? Hey, what's up?

Get off the stage and get close to her, which is obviously not how things are going.

"of a man... from... so much... every... fu..."

"Hey, what's up?

And standing across from it with a small desk...

"Hih!"

Look at my face and take a step back as I pull that neat face.

The black tail, which is usually swayed in every position, is moving as hard as an excited dog.

"Oh, hey... are you sure you're okay...?

"Oh, my God... oh my God..."

Only frivolous words that don't make sense return.

His face is still dyed bright red to the point where it is likely to blow fire, and his eyes, which are the same color as his hair in the center of his wide open eyes, are flailing.

It is clear that he is not feeling well.

"... Isn't it also a fever?

Although the Demon Nation does not differ greatly from humans in making basic bodies, if so, it will catch about a cold.

That's what I think, reaching for that head.

And then the palm touches its forehead, and at the same time it conveys a high temperature to the point where it's going to burn with sweat.

"Kew......"

I make the same ringing noise again as I did then.

With the loud noise of a desk or chair falling, the body of Isna collapses to the floor as it snaps.

Reach out and support that body before it completely collapses.

The heat of the body, which is so hot that it is likely to burn, is transmitted from the top of the garment to the arm.

"Oh, hey! Isna!?"

"Isna sister!?

"Sister Isna!?

I saw a sight a few days ago, but this time Sun and Feea rush over too.

From the side, Anna and Fem also look at that worried about the boulder.

"Are you all right?

Call on Isna.

Its body is soaking wet with sweat so much that it can puddle in the valley of the heavily exposed twin hills.

"Daiji...... Ah... so... Crab... Crab... Crab..."

"Okay, so rest for the day."

I really have no idea what you're trying to say.

Arms or meat? I don't know what you're talking about.

"Can you two take me to my room? I'll report to Rosé."

When I told them that against Sun and Fia, they nodded silently with a worrying look on their face.

"Sister Isna... Look, hold on..."

"No more... La, la... I... heh..."

Isna groaned so like a rumor, this time borrowing the shoulders of Sun and Phea and being transported to her room.