Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

morning three days after Femme succeeded in controlling the magic.

When you manage to move your legs and head to the square, which is even making it difficult to walk upright at the limit, you see three people, Isna, Sun and Phea, in a circle and surrounding something.

What are they doing...

When I rubbed my heavy eyelid and looked closely, I immediately realized that it was Fem at the center of the ring.

"Hey, what are you doing?

I approach the four of them, saying so with a slightly louder voice.

"Frey. Ohhh."

"Ooh, good morning. What are we doing getting together?

"Ah, Doctor. Good morning. We were all watching Fem's magic right now. Whoa, whoa! Here! Look."

"Femme magic?

Get closer and see how it goes.

Fem, at the center of the wheel, was using his hands and fingertips to literally work out his magic vegetables.

"To the numbers, to the shapes, ah... this is your dog!

The black sphere is deformed and divided, changing its shape to various symbols and objects.

It's only been a few days since my first successful control.

I don't think I have anything more to teach you about magic.

"Awesome elaborate control..."

Among the sisters, Isna, who excelled in her magical prowess, is also leaking an exclamation.

"You're a boulder. It's such a gift for Femme today."

"A gift? That stick?

Sun reacts before Fem.

I look at that long stick in my hand and it gives me a strange look.

Isna and Fia have the same look on their faces because they don't know what that is.

In that, only Fem sees it and hits and shivers a mess.

It is clear to me that this is due to emotion.

"Oh, that..."

"Whoa, did Fem get it? Look, it's not a graduation celebration, but it's your wand."

Hand the stick, the toto wand, to Fem.

He's about his height. Femme, who took it, learned to be even more touched, or he could see his eyes shimmering across the cloth wrapped around his head.

The shape of the wand varies depending on its use and user.

The wand I used to control Fem's magic chose the form of a hand to make it easier to hold an image of it.

Then when I thought about what would be the most suitable form for Fem, that immediately occurred to me.

Black, long rod-shaped wand with handles.

That's her favorite novel, The Story of Earth Terra, a backward support weapon in the making called by the name Sniper Gun.

In the expression in the making, pulling the trigger is a weapon in which a mass of metal flies at super high speeds, but naturally the fangs of the ancient dragon have been processed into its shape and only given various magic catalysts, so it has not been reproduced to the internal mechanism.

However, the appearance only confronted the illustration and the depiction in the making with insomnia for three days and three nights, and I am proud of the inner prosperity.

Femme, who received the evidence, holds it as if a little child would do so to a stuffed animal, lovingly.

"Fine, it's just femmes - hey!

"If Sun wears something on one end too, then you'll work hard because I'll make it for you."

I'm a little concerned that Rose looked slightly bitter when I placed a massive additional order for expensive material... it'll be fine, maybe...

"I think I can do my physical surgery now."

"Not yet. At least you'll have to get one from me once in a while."

"Uh, I can't do that."

"Hey, Fem. Why don't you use it quickly?

Fea reminded Femme of the infidelity Sun on her ass, and Femme nodded small to show her acceptance.

Set up a unique form of wand with Fem's entry into the hall.

Sit back on a wooden bench that was nearby and watch how it goes.

Femme points to a single tree in the distance.

I guess that means going for it.

A foursome gaze concentrates on Femme.

Three small black spheres are then fired from the tip of the erected cane.

One, two, three shots and continued to hit the target, and the tree splashed around where it hit.

"Wow! Amazing!"

"Oh, my God!"

"Hey, that's pretty good..."

Sun and Phea, who are honestly cheering, Isna, who has a subtle and seemingly complicated look in her mouth while acknowledging her strength.

When we see that the demonstration of Fem has been completed peacefully and safely, we feel safe and sudden drowsiness strikes us.

Morning drills, lunch preparations, etc. make me think this is going to hold up a bit.

"Frey, what are you doing?

I call on Frey, who is leaning down as Sun sits in his bench.

"What? Could he be asleep?

"Sleeping!? Unguarded!? Could it be all you want!?

Isna makes her eyes look suspiciously brilliant and moves her hands twitchy.

"(a) Sister Isna......"

"Just kidding... Ha... but it's also nice to look defenseless..."

"Haha...... Doctor, it looks like you've been working so hard, let's take the day off and do it alone."

"Huh, I thought it was the first time in a long time that Frey could look at me..."

As the sisters watch Frey resting calmly in the gaze of the Trinity, Fem rushes to Frey with his wand resting on him in an obsessive foothold.

"Thank you, Doctor..."

And when I stood in front of him, he started to talk so slowly that he could only hear me sleeping.

"I, thanks to my teacher... just a little bit about myself..."

"Femu! What are you doing? I'll do it. Yo!

Isna calls on Fem, who has begun to prepare for morning practice.

"Yeah! I'm coming!

Fem looks back and responds louder than usual.

And when he removed the cloth covering his head, he rushed over to the sisters.