The next day, Linaree made me a lunch box.
Linari said to me, "I'm sorry I'm sorry for that." "I'm not going to change my time for one or two people."
"Do you make your own lunch?"
"Surprising?"
"Because it's a princess, I wonder if the accompanying person will make it."
"I can cook them, but their food is nutritionally unsatisfactory. Thirty items a day are said to be past, but at least fourteen items must be taken. Also, there is research that DHA contributes to the improvement of magic, so I always eat three meals. "
"I know."
"I want to be special in the magical world. I can do anything to do that. That's it."
Linary says that she has a clean face.
Then I continued with a little anxiety.
"But it's a bit uneasy because the seasoning was appropriate. My sister says that my dish is thin."
"Yes, it's really delicious."
This is a miraculous gem for me, who has only eaten sprouts.
The seasoning is not only salt and pepper, but also contains various flavors.
"Yes, then it's fine."
She was a bit joyful, but she was a bit joyful. Bringing the boiled beans to the mouth as if to cheat the embarrassingness, distorted the face as "Wow."
"I did it. I'm mistaken for sugar and salt."
Linary bitterly holds her head down.
"Because you don't have to eat these boiled beans"
"I refuse. I am a principle that never leaves food."
I mean, it's just poor.
"Hmm. I'm totally tasty, but this is the level I'd rather change."
Boiled beans with a high salt content have a fresher and more complex taste than sprouts.
Looking at the delicious me, Linary smiled, "It's weird."
"Class battle?"
One day I was asked by a shaven-headed male student-Doran.
"I'm asking. Kudryavka, who was going to compete, couldn't stand the pressure and got hot and collapsed. Someone would play the game as a class representative instead."
"Is that an important match?"
"It's already"
Dolan nods and says.
"Look around this F-class classroom. Do you have any thoughts?"
"Look around ..."
Look around as told.
A desk full of scratches, as if picked up from a garbage dump, and a ceiling that was rotten by rain. A floor that comes off when you step on it hard, and a blackboard that comes off regularly.
"Isn't that normal?"
"It's not normal at all! No matter what you think, it's not a facility of a prestigious magic school!"
"ah I see"
Being told, I understand.
I thought it was better than the house where I lived before, but this is a prestigious magic school. The corridor is made of marble and is on the level of a luxury hotel. If you think so, this tattered equipment is obviously strange.
"F-Class is a class that collects luggage and inferiority that do not meet the standards set by the institution. As an example, the institute is intentionally creating an inferior environment to take classes. I just don't want to fall.
Deran says bitterly.
"So, before the annual class competition, I talked to the grade manager. Once you won, please make sure the equipment was good. Do you think he said? You can't do that. "So we're determined. No matter what hand you use, you'll be slaying that grade chief."
"I will slay the darkness."
"Because it's not realistic to win in a competitive game. It seems that the F-Class has never won in a competitive game since this system was created. Even less, it can't be won. That monster-equipped S You have to win the class, I'm sorry, but as the grade director says. "
Recall the last magic that Linary released and the big hole in the training area.
Certainly, it would be difficult to win with such monsters.
This is a prestigious magic school, and even if you are an F class student, you have more talent than Gale. Still, is that because of the prestigiousness, the difference in ability will manifest in a clearer form?
"But that's where the light of hope came in."
"Light of hope?"
"I'm about you, Arvis"
Doran says in a tone like a detective.
"I love that Emery de Graffenried, but for some reason F class! Despite being a stranger who eats a heap of sprouts all over her lunch box, she immediately transferred to that linary, who had a hot glance from school. There's no way this guy is an average magician. You're probably the savior God sent us for our F-class students, so we think. "
It seems that the evaluation was quite terrible.
Somehow, I noticed a lot, me.
"Please! For Kudryavka who is taking a rest because of the sickness to change the players, please go to the competition!"
"Is Kudryavka a sickness?"
"Oh, if we lose in the opposition, we'll use that alibi to quickly become the best spear of the grade chief."
"I'm surprised my classmates are twice as radical as I can imagine."
"Okay, this is a holy war. There are things in the world that can only be changed by violence. God must forgive us."
They were terrible.
The class structure of the academy seems to have pushed F-class students of the discriminating class to a fairly bad place.
"If you slay the grade leader, we'll almost certainly be out of school. Finally, I'd like to blow a blow to those who looked down on us. Please ask, cooperate."
"I see. I cooperate."
If the classroom facilities got better, it wouldn't be better, and Emery said it was safer to stand out as much as possible.
In that sense, taking part in class competitions has me benefits too.
"Good! Let's defeat the sullen grade leader together!"
"No, not over there"
Thus, I was fighting with the Irregular Irregulars.
"Everyone! There's a good report! That Mr. Avis has become our friend!"
The empty classroom on the third floor of the former school building was a secret base for F-class students.
They seem to be planning a revolution every day here.
The figure covered with a black robe can only be seen as a suspicious evil gathering.
They are terrible guys.
"Oh! That Mr. Avis!"
"I hope Mr. Avis, who doesn't talk to his sister if he opens his mouth, will be with him! What kind of hand did you use to negotiate?"
"We took care of our unlucky body."
"As expected, Mr. Avis!"
"Isn't love Daimyojin a savior?"
They seem to welcome you.
I am glad that even religious people show their favor. Thankfully I will receive it.
"It's nothing special to have an extraordinary rally today, because I wanted to plan for an upcoming class match. As a chairman, I've been drawing lots of matches as a class member, I want to tell you first. "
Doran seems to be the chairman and class member.
Is this class OK? I can't help but worry about the future.
"This is the tournament table."
Dolan spreads a large handmade paper on the blackboard.
"Our first match opponent will be A class."
At the moment, it was an angry message from the participating members.
"Isn't it the worst!"
"It was a story that I would definitely pull D or C!"
"A-class is like a S-class!"
"Return! Bald!"
"Stop it! Stop the bald!"
The bald head speaks in a strong tone.
"I don't care now that I'm afraid of my hairline at the age of sixteen. Congress should be quiet and constructive."
"I'm sorry, I'm emotional. Forgive me."
"Oh, just understand."
Dolan resumes the meeting with a calm voice.
"The rules of the game are magical games according to the official rules. It will be a general war, with 10 to 10 representative players."
"Ten to ten?"
"It's as usual."
For participants who Doran doesn't know, give details.
Players in red coats, one on each team, seem to win the team that destroyed the general first.
"The general is Mr. Avis's decision, and the question is what form and where he will form, but please be reassured. I am already intelligent and have come up with the perfect strategy."
"As expected, chair!"
"I will arrive forever!"
"The hairline is back! Cool!"
"Huffy. Yes, yeah."
Dolan nods satisfactorily.
"So what is that strategy?"
When asked, Doran said with a face like a well-known military master.
"All 10 people rush towards the general. In this way, we will be able to fight 10-1 in numbers. As expected, the A class must be able to win if 10-1. How about a perfect strategy?"
Congress is silent for a moment. The moment, a shout wrapped around the room again.
"I'm not going to pass that strategy!"
"Isn't it gonna be 16 or it's heading up!"
"Suzumushi-level brains!"
"Return! Bald!"
"Stop it! Stop the bald!"
The bald head speaks in a strong tone.
"It doesn't matter now that I'm scared by the fact that my father and grandfather were teenage warriors of light. In Congress, calm and constructive statements should be made."
"I'm sorry, I'm emotional. Forgive me."
"Oh, just understand."
Dolan resumes the meeting with a calm voice.
Good friends, these guys.
"But what other strategies are there?"
Heavy silence surrounds the room.
Suddenly, I came up with a trick.
"How about this strategy?"