Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

After a full day of rest, Leo, who was fully recovered, decided to work vigorously on the class from the next day.

It is Leo who loves gain above all else and hates waste above all else.

Until now, I have only worked internally by truncating it with unnecessary lengths such as magic classes, but the perception has changed one hundred and eighty degrees, inspired by Lena's visit. Then, it became extremely gratifying to have a magic class that provided the necessary knowledge and skills for free, and inevitably, Leo was starting to take the class more seriously than anyone in his class.

Apparently, Lena's body is superior as a fairly spec, and the more she learns, the more knowledge she stains, and the more she works out, the more magic she expands.

Nevertheless, Leo even struck into his magic training because he did not know how much storage would be required to exercise the magic of replacement again.

I've worked so hard since I picked up some sunken pennies in a church pond in the middle of winter.

"Hi, Leonora. You've been working so hard on your classes lately."

Taking a magic class, that's what I was told by the Harald mentor when Leo took the lead three times in a row in the magic quiz.

"Harald, Doctor"

"Ha, you remember my name? It's an honor."

"Of course, it is. Teacher's name, forgotten, etc."

Before I started going to class, Leo didn't have any interest in Harald or anything, but not now.

He is a mentor who brings free and critical knowledge to Leo and, finally, a grateful person who brings bread ration-day information.

Leo had since leaked rationing information to Lena in order to occasionally appear a crystal of magic.

If you specify "about the date of distribution of bread" when picking up a record, only the part that responds to that word will be played back - because you have put Leo into a lot of consideration and you want to suppress the magic used to play it at all - and the invasion of privacy is Leo, who I think probably, probably, not really, has.

"Um, I feel like you've been doing that very recently, but, well, it's a pleasure, okay?"

The smile of Harald, who nods so, seems to have embodied the heart of mercy, said to be the beloved virtue of the Spirit.

That's just getting younger and climbing up to a high-ranking mentor, and in front of his smile reminiscent of the gentle sunshine of spring, it is said that any villain will weep and beg for forgiveness.

There is no doubt that Leo, the owner of the myriad catfish bubbles and their dirty sexual content in gold, is somehow drawn to it.

(No, you're catching on, you're scared, there's a church)

As a matter of fact, Leo had been eyed by a churched mentor near the orphanage and invited to the boys' choir because he had a pretty good voice.

Suggested by the sweet saying, "I get a high wage," Leo, who followed the mushroom and the mentor, was about to be cut off an important part of the man at risk.

What the hell would have happened by now if Bruno hadn't rushed me where I was bracketed on the operating table.

(Uh-oh, I just remembered, you know, the chill...)

When I cried to Hannah afterwards, it was a case that was somehow being handled as a good memory because she rarely and furiously hung up that mentor, taking as much compensation as she could, but still her vigilance for the implanted church was not an easy disappearing one.

"What's up?

"Yes... Yea..."

Seeing him shudder all the time, Leo deceived him with one word as Harald clouded his expression worryingly.

He's a mentor, but he's a lecturer, not a Richiert Church figure. Saying that again and again in my heart.

"I hope you're okay. Until a few weeks ago, classes seemed to tend to be off, and don't force it. - Well, maybe I shouldn't suggest it from beside you telling me not to push it. Hey, Leonora."

Harald gave in softly and gently narrowed his eyes of spring meadow-like color.

"If you don't mind, why don't you join us next week for an advanced class in magic?

"Advanced class?

"Oh. The college offers special magic classes for students with more than a certain amount of magic. I'm not too familiar with my students to make them feel unfair. Participants are... right, royalty, duke's house, around the corner. I'm not separating it by my status, but it's a class only allowed to students with so much magic."

Special. Exclusive. I can be close to you with the royal family.

It's a suggestion that some people would change the color of their eyes, but as for Leo, who wants to distance himself from the prince rather than from the powerful - it was rather annoying and extreme.

"No, thank you."

"Oh. Why not? I thought you might be interested in magic."

"No, well, the..."

I'm interested in magic, but I don't want to put my life in danger by contacting the prince. That's not quite what I could say.

"Maybe you care about your origins?

Harald softly laid his hand on his shoulder to see what he thought when he saw Leo talking about it. There is a sincere light in both eyes peeking into your face.

"Listen carefully, Leonora. In this college, everyone is just a student. No matter what kind of past you've sent, no one can dispute having your desk lined up with royalty or superior nobility."

"Ha..."

Leo had to nod small to a hot following of misunderstandings.

In the first place, if you are the kind of person who feels the burden of being from Lower Town, you must be escaping from the college at the time they send you Muerta flowers.

Harald smiled troubled at the beautiful girl who had been silenced.

"Damn... you don't know too much about your worth. Nowadays, not only Prince Alberto and Princess Bianca, but also leading figures in colleges like Natalia and Oscar, are chasing you all the time, even though it's a dedicated rumor. Well, should Oscar still be a big man?

"Huh."

Leo blued.

I did not know that the siege net by Alberto was so extensively arranged. No way, did the prince ask his sister or cousin for a helper knife? Bianca and Natalia were just perceptions that went along reasonably well, and if that's the truth, it's a big shock.

Harald spoke gently to Leo, who was hardened by surprise.

"Well, you may not be able to decide on a sudden story, so think carefully and give me a reply. I'm sure it's a very good environment for you."

I'm in a church in the college except for class, so Harald told me to let me know when he decided on the answer, and "Don't say anything else," he pressed, leaving the scene.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Leo was limping exposed to the fear of captivity and execution until his worried squire rushed.

"Uh, here, I guess...?

The next day.

Having come to the conclusion that he was pondering over, Leo was looking for Harald to ask about the church in the college.

It was actually the first time since school that I took a trip to a splendid church that rings a bell in the morning and evening. Leo admonished himself so much for his habit to treasure columns with delicate sculptures and altars hung with giant spiritual cloths.

(No, no, no, not if you're just thinking about money today. As for Dr. Harald, we have to install cooperation.)

That's right.

Leo thought about it and finally decided to get out of this college.

In the first place, there is no reason for Leo to remain in this college any longer than the requirements of his contract with Lena have been met.

Somehow I stayed so far simply because my inner job at the college was fruitful, I put it on a free meal in the morning, noon and evening, I was given free classes, and Bianca kept behaving me tea without cutting me any money - the point is, I was too cozy to get out.

But knowing Alberto is secretly trying to use his body to besiege himself, he can't be doing such a long thing. I needed to flee the college as soon as possible.

Nevertheless, even if we are to escape, we need to do the map to Richiert and arrange for immediate household goods, and we need to prepare for it, and as a disciple - and I think Leo - we can't talk to Kai.

Also, if he fails to escape and is pulled before the prince, it is he who has neither an ex nor a son. The escape was perfect, and it had to be decided in one go.

(To do this, I need a teacher who seems familiar with the college to tell me what the way out is...)

I laid eyes on Harald because for a church person he seemed to understand the story, and if he was so serene, I expected him to be rounded up by Leo's story.

"-... would you like me to...!

"-... but I can't..."

and I heard voices leaking from the penance room beside the altar - a simple private room arranged with thick plates. I've been aiming for some time right after school, but apparently there was an anchor.

(One of them is Dr. Harald from the standpoint, right? Who would be the other......)

Is that person, who seems to be a man, quite excited or at a screaming volume?

"Please, help Ka......! My precious,... what!

Leo opened his eyes all the way when he heard a voice clearly jumping into his ear even over the thick plate.

Low, somewhat colour-containing voice.

(Senior Oscar......?

That must have been Oscar Bernstein's, I heard in the dining room the other day.

A tense voice seeps in a rush and frustration that is not like him. Remembering the interest of things, Leo clasped his ears to the door perfectly without any offense.

"... I wish, if it's money... I'll even pay you!

"... from,... scar.... but there are limits to the spiritual power that I can... be a mentor.... If it's power, it's different..."

Hand in the context and perceive that Harald seems painfully retreating from Oscar's plea.

Leo's chest in a stray bullet-dressed outfit nearly squealed, but he shook his head off and cleared his ears to that dialogue, which he probably said "pay as much as you want".

"Damn......! Always...! How could you...! Doctor, can you do something about it? Please, ca...!

(or what? What are you talking about?

Every time Oscar lurks his voice to kill his passion, he can't hear what he wants. Leo blurred his lips and pressed his ears against the door as he slipped further.

"Please save my... kami...!

(Hairy eh!?

Apparently, Oscar, the man, heard he was fighting bald fears, and Leo shook his shoulder a little.

(Huh? Huh? What? What? Senior Oscar is a thin-haired reserve?

From the blocked dark hair, Leo frowned, just not feeling such a omen at all.

No, but only a man can tell the fear of losing his hair. No matter how thin a woman is, she says, "Fat?" No matter how blocked a man is, as he fears to be told, "Reduced?" It's terrible to be asked.

"... Scar. Always grand... but so hunted down... I can't believe it"

"... or before...! Kami... is my life itself...!

Apparently, Oscar cares badly about being a hidden bald man and the survival of the rest of his hair.

Eventually, there were signs that Harald would sigh.

"... at least... if it's even a single hair of the clan..."

Leo peeled off his eyes.

(Huh? Yeah? Just one on your bald head, you implant it?

Imagine a single pine-like sight nestled in Dead Mountain - and the face below it is Oscar - Leo was there. What exactly does Harald propose in a serious tone?

"... and the teacher will know that they will apply a degree of..."

"Oscar......"

There were signs that Harald would lean softly against a monologue that seemed to have been painted into despair.

When the mentor said a word, "Please don't give up hope" - it's Leo who thought he'd say something quite harsh too - he stood up with a firm apology. Perhaps the next day's class or church-related work awaits.

Leo hurried away at the sound of the clothes rubbing, but fortunately Harald seemed to have walked out the other, the door behind the penance room. I never bowled it together.

But soon to be relieved,

"Ah..."

sounded like a proper knob turning, and now Oscar came out.