Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

"If so, it seems that the next" Magic God Festival "can be greatly expected."

The directors nodd confidently to Noel's words.

The Magic God Festival is a festival that is held once every two years to praise the illusionary “super-class occupation” “Magic God”.

It will be held at the end of the year, but this year is the year of the event, and preparations for raising the city have already been made.

The Rokugakuin Magic Tournament, jointly hosted by the six schools, was also a highlight.

Teachers and students from each institute participate and compete with each other for magic.

The exact amount of grants for the following year, which is currently being discussed, is often finalized according to the performance of this tournament, so that all schools will try their best to win.

That led to the excitement of the tournament.

"As of today, here is our share of grants for next year."

As he says, Noel will hand out the materials to the directors.

The basic flow is to use this as a starting point for discussion and final decision.

However, for this year, when the magic tournament is held, it was almost always left to a temporary decision and wait for the result of the tournament.

The directors who read the material distributed by Noel did not argue unusually.

He said he was confident in the magic tournament, but more than that, every school had a much higher share than usual.

No, there was only one person who looked at the material and shook himself with anger when he was trapped.

Among the other five schools' grants have increased, it is the only president of the school that has been greatly reduced.

The director of the Black Academy is Brag-Laculo.

"Ko, this, what is this ...?, Uh, why, it has been reduced to more than 40% since last year ...?"

Bragg glares at Noel with his eyes looking through the gaps in his unlimited bangs.

It's almost a curse-killing atmosphere.

Noel says it's flatter, albeit with some pressure.

"Rather, it was too much. The black school is less than one-tenth of other schools, in terms of faculty and staff, student numbers, and contribution to the city. We've always received feedback from other schools that we're receiving too much and that we can reduce it further. ''

Nodded are five directors other than Bragg.

"So, next year, we will make adjustments to the appropriate amount."

"Bad, ridiculous ... here, this amount of money ... well, it's a decent research, and it can't be done ..."

Shaking his voice and body, Bragg insists.

It was Redra who laughed at her nose.

"Hey, have you ever done any decent research in the past in the first place? Did you always have a funny crazy magical idiot?"

"Ku, ku, black magic ... bu, bu, insult, uh ...!"

Bragg screamed in an inverted voice.

"It's true that black magic is a dangerous magic that has been designated as a curse in some countries. It may be time to reconsider this city soon."

White says.

She, a magician of white magic, hates black magic, the exact opposite.

"Ku, come, come, ban black magic ...?!?"

"That's right. No, of course it's just a suggestion ... for now."

Noel coughed out with a "smile," as if to switch back from the evil mood.

"Well, I don't plan to discuss that at this time."

"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry to say something extra."

"... Temporarily, for the time being, is it okay to use the previous plan?-Of course, it depends on the result of the magic tournament."

"""No objection"""

While everyone nodded, of course, she was glaring at Noel, saying that only Bragg was unconvinced.

"No, President Brag. As I said, there's still a magic tournament. Depending on the outcome of the Black Academy there, it's quite possible to get the same amount as usual."

Noel says, but all the deans were convinced that there was no chance.

Anyway, the black school is shrinking its size every year.

Still, Bragg has taken no action, and he has no dexterity to make any further reforms.

Eventually, the meeting is over, and everyone returns to their respective institutes without being busy.

Brag, too, is half-dismissed and goes to the black school.

At first, however, the wobbly gait grew faster.

"Jumping ..."

She seems to be thinking about something, and walks while leaking an eerie voice.

The passerby looks back, but does not seem to notice it.

When he returned to the school, which was lined with ruined school buildings, he was almost rushing.

On the way, I bumped into someone and staggered, but went to my lab without worrying.

"Hum ?? There are still many strangers in this institution."

"... I can't talk about people."

"What did you say, Matty?"

"It's nothing, my husband Sama"

When he arrived at the lab, his eyes were not despairing, but dazzlingly crazy.

“Ku, Kuku, Kukukukuku …… kuhahahaha!

I laughed because of an unfamiliar laugh.

"... I can go with this. The power of the black magic you insulted ... I see, I'll show you ..."