Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

After all, it is a strange gaze throughout the class that welcomed Ars out of the test site in question, naturally.

In order to avoid it, Ars holds his arms together so that he can hang them on the wall beside Tesfir, who is calming himself in the position he sees.

Tesfir was seated to hold her legs, beside which a knife was erected against the wall.

I even miss having nothing in my right hand at times like this.

Alice had already moved on to the exam, but I guess it hasn't been called yet that there's a Tesphere this way.

"What was that?"

"Looks like the equipment was out of order."

The obvious falsehood also made Tesfir casually make a suspicious face.

It's true when it comes to the device exploding. Even if it is attributed to the magic of Ars.

"Lies."

So a line to slash and throw away.

I look up in surprise to Ars, who stands next to me.

Ars thinks depressingly of the color of his eyes. So with honesty...

Do you pry?

It goes without saying that this is the minimum manners that are magicians.

"... Humph!

I guess I figured that out, Tesfir moved his face back straight to the front.

"If there's anything like going into action, maybe we'll have a chance to see it."

……

Growl about that.

It was like talking to yourself, but the next time the name of Tesfir was called...

"Then I'll catch up with you."

I didn't know the look on Tesfir's face to say it out loud, but my voice was ridden with something like determination.

He stretched his body gently to relax and with a firm foothold he grabbed the knife and headed to the training ground.

Alice came out to replace me, but I'll skip it because I've heard the same thing about Tesfir.

That said, it was a much different conversation from Tesfir, so the crazy Ars in tune was about to slip on his mouth.

♢ ♢ ♢

Lunch is a little late for the morning exam. Late simply means that time didn't go as planned, and it's never Ars' fault.

When I return to the classroom, I expand the lunch I brought with me each. Some go to school food, others buy snacks at stores, etc.

It's not like Ars is his either, but when he gets to the empty seat...!

"Forgot."

It is also due to not sleeping, and it continues inadvertently. I don't have the habit of preparing lunch before that, so it's every time, in a way, I forget.

Ars stuck himself at his desk as it was. I'm drowsy, but it was more troublesome than that. Must be a waste of both by now.

But when you lean down and not long.

"Can you open it there?

and so on and the rubbing sound of the bag in my ear prevents me from sleeping.

I even think of billionaires raising my face, opening my eyes only thinly.

I saw a brand new bag that I think I bought in front of me.

"You didn't bring anything, did you?

Alice's voice is heard on the other side, and the sound of the harp as its mermaid evokes the sleeper even more.

It was also a voice that could not be ignored against the question. I have no doubt that it is good intentions.

When I looked up, I was already in formation in the chair I had brought. Come all the way to the side desk.

"Yes, this."

"Will you?

If it was Alice who handed it to me, I would have immediately thanked her, but if it was a tesphere, I couldn't help but check.

"I bought it at the store, so it's not a big deal."

"... I'm sorry"

Ars weighed herself in saying that I couldn't help but suspect that there might be something to stick with...

"That's not really a big deal."

Lip service, of course? It is.

Topical offerings for a fun lunch, like spices...... should have been.

"Then don't eat"

"- Ah."

They took it up like a bummer. I wouldn't even bother to take that back.

Ars is not good at paying attention to flattery or blossoming into futile stories.

It's not so much that I can't stand the valve, but I felt separated by the sensibilities of my age.

Having managed to get it back after a sincere caged apology, Ars switches the subject to the next exam.

It's a sandwich in my hand. Only prestigious ingredients, whether they were in stores or not, were packaged in fine ingredients, which beat the tongue more than expected. It should also be noted that the lunch is similar or stopover.

"Next time, it's a mock fight."

……

The two stopped at the content.

"Where do you get that information? And the sauce?"

It's not so much about canning because I knew otherwise, but it's inevitable that there will be smoke that I don't need to say that its source is the president of the board, etc.

"If we're going to measure the exact ranking of magicians, that's all we have to say"

I'm not exaggerating about spitting lies, etc. I guess they freshmen have never measured rank.

In that regard, Ars has been through so many times in the military that, once we know the purpose of the exam, it shouldn't be much different to do it.

"In this case, mock warfare is the norm."

Since there is no more than the # 1 Ars, it is not usually measured by Ars in mock warfare.

More than that, a magician in action is not so adamant at measuring. Because there is little point in accurately measuring the constantly fluctuating order.

The truth is that, although it is compulsory once a year, few seriously measure it.

When Ars said what would happen, he made his face cramp that I guess he couldn't possibly not do it from the mouth of the board president.

"This is the number. You're dealing with a classmate."

"Liar......"

"I wonder if I can win"

It is also possible that the two students or faculty will deal with each other if they are strong enough.

"I'd never go over that if I could win, but I'd never be ranked down because I lost. You can measure the exact ranking by assigning someone you can't beat."

Plus in the morning class and a downward fix in the afternoon mock.

Considering the rank of the two, it's not hard to imagine that that rank would be addressed even on campus.

Because the measuring opponent takes the stage and turns to the offense. So much so that there are manuals. At first, to prevent combat... if you can show some strength, turn to the attack and measure the measurer's combat abilities. For this reason, strength will not be fully demonstrated in the downward force.

"Whoever you're dealing with is willing to win"

…………

Only temper is caged, but Ars, who is fighting Tesfir, just whispers.

At the end of the lunch break, head to the training area for each class.

Now it's taking even longer, or the other classes were still sitting cluttered up in the training area.

I guess magic is used in places divided into ten places, just like the morning exams. The sound of battle is echoing everywhere.

Other classes of students gathered first under Tesfir and Alice.

That's just popular, Ars sits on the back of a wall in one less popular corner.

"Fia, Alice, did you hear that?

"What?

The two of them tilted their necks at the sudden inquiry.

"Senior Bace was the target of exam site four."

Derka Bayce, a four-digit 1,000 table for third grade, a celebrity with no strangers in the college. It has already been decided, even in the military, to confine itself to the troops in action operating in the outside world.

It doesn't stick to the nose among the nobles and is the object of the attention of the junior classmates because of their well-looked after personality.

"Oh."

"It's amazing."

Tesfir was less surprised, and Alice exaggerated. The two have been remembered by a three-digit magician senior named Ferrinella, and in addition to that, they have only had a single Ars unravel them, and now they are no longer even surprised to that extent.

"... isn't it weird for both of us?

I don't know.

"Mmm..."

Respect. Still far from the point where the two of us are going to be targeted.

That's why. Now we couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to that.

"Fia, you asked me about my ranking on campus before."

"Hey, don't be weird."

I rush to buzz my hand in front and deny it, but the sound of the chase rises from next door.

"Sure, Fia, you did that."

I can't see the teasing element there, but Kusuri and Alice broke down to see if the sight I remembered was interesting.

I don't really care anymore now. The two of you realize why.

I pointed my gaze at the brunette boy only for a moment.

"Well, if you see that one"

"Right."

I raised the end of my mouth with a translator face. Alice smiles and Tesfir mixes.

You're asleep. There's no force in the boy's neck. I'm leaning down tight. Even from here away I could hear my sleep.

Tell me what it is.

"No, you can't."

The distracted conversation continues from then on, surrounded by a relaxed atmosphere.

When the training ground switches to the Als and their class, the other class students surrounding them wave out.

Again, the first person to be called by name was Ars.

Ars, gently awakened by Alice, was a little out of his mind by getting some sleep, though.

"I wonder who he's dealing with."

Such a simple question was spun staring at Ars' back, which walked almost entirely.

"Like the chairman of the board?

"No way."

I had a feeling we were going to take care of each other again, but all I could do was laugh bitterly.

Still, if you recall the word "game format," you will have an uncontrollable curiosity. You never showed much strength in a game with Tesfir, so naturally you want to see the # 1 fight.

That's why the two of them who tried to get close to the test site where they went in with an unplugged leg were scolded by the faculty who was giving them instructions. The prying is an act to be avoided, and because it is being tested, there is no choice but to be suspected of canning. It was two people who didn't have to cross the line, but the expression was discouraging. Thoughtless.

As Ars stepped into the test laboratory, the board president naturally waited. But it's clearly not the same as in the morning.

Because there was another addition there besides the president of the board.

Girl with silver hair.

It looked a little smaller than the Tesphere. Silver thread-like hair reflecting the lighting is lower than the jaw line in the front and lower back, a beautiful front and lower shape. Flirting light reflected from his forehead, his clear eyes appeared as blue as an ethereal.

Though dressed in training, that was not a school-designated thing. Familiar and familiar outfit for Ars. It was used in the military.

Even more expressions that are neither laughing nor angry can be felt intangible and emotionally scarce. Exactly like a doll. A neat face is more convincing when it is said to be a doll.

The first person to open his mouth was Ars.

"Is that the guy he was watching?"

The silver-haired girl shook her shoulder freaking out for a moment about who Ars said it was.

The gaze I felt in the first simulated battle, and then I tell you that the identity of the gaze I can still point at Ars is the girl in front of me.

"I knew you'd noticed."

"What do you mean, military money?"

The president smiled badly as he pretended to scratch his cheek.

So the silver-haired girl takes a step forward and pokes one knee.

"I'll catch your eye first, Master Ars. My name is Loki Rebehel, and I've been assigned as a partner by the Governor General."

Tell him pale as he leans down.

"Level 1034... probe 58th."

Probe… a magician who specializes in the ability to detect magic, especially demons, and probe the nucleus that should be called demonic life.

Because of their rare abilities, only a double-digit or more magician has a probe attached to his partner.

But Ars has never needed it before in his magical properties.

"I don't need it."

"Of course I know you."

He lay down on his face and was quietly played with high beauty.

The following is spun in the form of a succession by the President of the Board.

"Loki has no partner experience. So you can teach me both."

"I think the surveillance implications are stronger,"

Ars was wasting too much time taking on any more trouble.

"I don't need it. The president is in charge of surveillance."

Finally, I send out a consultation to talk to him and tell him implicitly that this is what is wasting his time.

"I'm busy..."

My eyes were swimming.

There's no reason to be watched.

"Then I'll hang the Governor from me and take it down. A magician with a probe is precious, so you can't afford to let him play."

I shelved myself and bought it to eliminate trouble.

The word "unnecessary" freaks out the silver-haired girl's shoulder.

"Loki is excellent..."

When it helped Ars, it just came out here saying something that was about to become a constant coat.

Even just Ars doesn't repeat cheap contracts.

"How many people are you going to push"

"Well, I don't have to rush to a conclusion because I can't help but get the exam to mock with her..."

I felt the spirit of the exam had changed to a rather forceful development, but I find it hesitant to defy the president of the board beyond hitting the name of the class.

Because in the end, when I saw the strength of a girl named Loki, the result wouldn't change.

"Okay."

One factor to take on is that I felt like I looked familiar to a girl named Loki somewhere, but the best reason would be to wear an army uniform at an age that you might call a girl more than that.

"Thank you"

The look on Loki's face I can see another nervousness.

There was a glimpse of a different kind of death than borrowing a breast in first place.

The simulation was immediately fought.

Wait for the two of you to be ready while the president takes the distance in the center. (Pretty much Loki's mind prep though)

Nothing is gripped in Loki's hands as well as Ars.

I don't think Ars is tasting it.

Keeping weapons hidden can also be an advantage in interpersonal warfare. This means that we also have experience in interpersonal matches. That said, isn't it surprising that if you join the military, it's also incorporated into the training menu?

Shortly before the start, I could see the magic concentrating on Loki's arm. There was only one magician who approached the triple digit. It was a magic manipulation, but the more I tried from Ars, the more I still feel it even doesn't make a big difference compared to Tesfir and Alice, far from being a threat.

"Dear Ars, would you please keep me beside you as a partner if I could even get a single knife in?"

Ars found himself amused by the conditions thrown to peep. He even said he didn't need any help with Loki's expression.

She still wants a fair game, even if she knows it's number one.

So Ars raised his mouth angle and quickly-bent his fingers so that he could not be understood to be more than just an idiot.

"If only I could get in."

Loki bowed her head deeply. The atmosphere covers a small but numerous real-life experience.

A familiar serious battle that Chile and I have felt for a long time. Ars smiled at it with a cool face.

And when his face returned, Loki's complexion was switching to combat mode.

The president sees the stage ready or rings the signal to start.