Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

About a week before the mission, Tesfir performed a similar act of farewell between Alice and this life in front of the main entrance.

My mother urged me to come home once during the summer break. Probably to compare it to before by enrolling in college. It is not so easy to imagine from my mother's personality that I cannot hide her depressed expression when it comes to status reporting.

I'm saying it's so depressing as far as I'm concerned. It would be painfully appreciated just to see my mother. Sometimes the status of an officer in the past is such that he has a proven track record of commanding more than a hundred magicians and conducting large-scale extermination operations.

From then on, he took the seat of instructor and raised a magician for the field. It was around the time I retired. He said he dared to say that he had raised the cauldron.

From my daughter's eyes, I actually think it's because Tesfir's father lost his life on an outside mission. Wasn't it because of this that we devoted ourselves to mother-child families, which resulted in a rigorous education?

I am proud to be a nobleman of Tesfia herself, convinced that it is an effort commensurate with it, but enough to count that my mother gave me a gentle stroke on my head for trying.

"I'm coming."

"Yeah. Good luck with that"

It is also because I know in my skeleton the harshness of Tesfir's mother that Alice will stick with me.

Tesfir, who pulls a cart that uses magic as a power source and piles up a large amount of luggage, and gets into a circle port.

From here we take pick-up cars from the way through several cities. Whatever the source of power is pseudo-magic. Even though it has become mainstream, it is still the case that only the wealthy, who are still called aristocrats, still have them.

If you want to run around the city with something like that, you'll be exposed to a curious gaze.

Tesphere sighed every time she went through a circle port several times.

That is starting to exhale vitality every time we approach it.

It was at first that we moved to the transfer gates overlooking the noisy city, the sight of which was somewhat distracted by the vibrancy - the most crowded place known as the middle civic city.

From there, the streets also transform as we head to the wealthy and aristocratic.

If you move two or three of the city's most expensive shops, it's a neatly lined city with houses classified as inferior among the wealthy.

The number of streets is also high, reflecting a clear shadow even at night.

A familiar view of a tidy garden being cared for to claim the character of the house.

Security forces are also patrolling within the wealthy.

Such a familiar view of the city turns into anxiety as it rests heavily on Tesfir's shoulders.

I could meet Ars and recognize how blessed I have been... a swallowing person.

If you borrow Ars' words.

(I guess the people here have never seen demons either)

What a swallowing light I saw through the window and thought.

"Lady, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

It's something I'm used to hearing that makes me think of someone who can't be wrong, so even suddenly, it's assumed that he'll come to the occasion.

Serba Greenes, a butler that can be used for the Favel family.

He had opened the door in front of a black body and put his hands on it to encourage it.

"Welcome, Selva."

Serving long, this butler had carved long years as a deep wrinkle to call an old man.

I feel sophisticated whenever I look at spines that are still pinned, even with their long skinny bodies. Beautifully tidy gray hair is proof of old age, but even in his case it created a shitty atmosphere.

He is also a former magician. He was initially hired as an escort, but is as interesting as a butler because of his long service. One way or another, the escort is more of a co-worker.

In any case, it is true that it is specialized in interpersonal matters, and although there are physical anxieties, the magic technique is still more skillful than a poor escort.

"I'll keep the luggage in, so please be at ease inside"

"That's not how..."

and the words caring for the old body are also extra caring when held lightly in both hands in front of you.

"Thanks"

When everything is handily packed in the trunk, bow correctly in posture.

A little floating when you get into a car called "Demonic Vehicle".

The recoil caused by the first start-up is also so smooth that little is felt from the fact that it uses magic as a power source.

Tyres are a product of the old generation. In modern times, when inventions of pseudo-magic were used in a generic manner, the body of a vehicle floats off the ground and travels.

Of the many near-future inventions, many still remain from the old days. Demonic progression decayed civilization and brought new evolution.

One of them is that magicians who go outside sometimes use horses depending on their distance.

"You look beautiful again."

Selva, who has been served since childhood, rejoiced and smiled like my child.

I have also known Tesfir long enough not to have to look at him like that to flatter him.

"Thank you, but it's only been about four months since I left home."

"No, still. Every year, you look like Froze."

I was confused as to whether I could honestly be happy from the anxiety evoked by the rise of my mother's name.

"I wonder..."

I can only smile bitterly in the end, and I don't know if they saw that in the back mirror.

"Master Froze was worried about me every time."

"True!!

After all, I couldn't seem to hide Tesfir's misery from this old man.

Tesfir and Frose are not particularly unfriendly as parents and children. Especially when it comes to magic. Still, I can't help but feel bad about my mother about Tesfir.

So I'm always happy to hear these parents have their natural concerns about their children.

In the end, on the dozens of minutes' journey to the Favel family, Tesfir had completely driven the trials he would be refraining from after this to the corner of his head until his arrival.

That blossomed in chirping with Selva. rather than because I felt completely better due to my ability to communicate, which should also be called a year-round merit.

And when I tried to talk about basic things like life in college, what I learned and what I thought...... Tesfir personal experiences.

"Ma'am, I was wondering if it would be better for you to tell Lady Frose before that."

It seeped out from the sound of Selva's voice, but it would be something like being able to give up my share as a butler.

If you looked in the direction of travel from the back seat, you'd just dived the gate to enter the Favel family grounds.

There is a straight line paved for magic vehicles, with a beautiful line of various trees and plants on the sides. This kind of place looks just like the garden I've seen since I got into the wealthy.

Still, there's so much distance from the gate that you can't see the mansion, that the Favel family grounds aren't as good as the Second School of Magic. There's about half of it.

When we began to see the grand mansion like this school building, there was already no conversation in the car, which heightened the tension.

As soon as Pitali and Selva pull over in front of the front entrance, they open the back door of the Tesphere.

The greeting was only greeted by a servant in an undisturbed motion with no rows......

There's no sign of my mother, Froze, among them.

The chief samurai approached on behalf of him and welcomed him as if he had waited in front of the door.

"Welcome home, Miss Tesphere. Master Froze is in the study."

"Yeah, thanks"

I just didn't think my mother would bother to welcome me, that's what I knew the chief samurai would say.

Servants open old fashioned double-open doors.

The brilliant lights were a reminder that Tesfir lived in this mansion for years.

Too big for just two. Many houses have empty rooms. The servants are asked to live away connected in the corridor.

So this mansion has Tesfia and Mother Froze, and then the deacon Cerva as the chief of staff and servant for a long time - I know this house's on its own - and it is addressed to some servants for a room.

Still, this mansion, which is too big, descends with a night of idle loneliness.

At the end of the eastern side there is a hall facing the terrace, sometimes holding balls, suppers, etc. It is also a place to boast about your status as a nobleman or to forge broad friendships.

And the other...

Tesphere takes a big, deep breath in front of her mother's study and knocks.

"It's a tesphere. I'm back now."

"Come in."

The servant would have opened it, but the absence of it means that this is a parent-child meeting.

I may be accompanied by a highly trusted selva or something, but I am not here to carry my luggage.

Turn the knob without sounding with one hand (...) to enter the room. Knob remained silent and shut the door.

"Welcome home. You must be tired. Sit down."

Froze doesn't even raise his face to see if he's doing any work in front of his desk.

The glossy red hair like the Tesphere was wrapped around the ceiling of his head, weaving a thin cardigan in a black piece like a dress.

Thirty-seven and too young, Froze is still early to leave active duty. A mother whose luscious beauty hangs with polish year after year.

The fact that Selva told me that she had come to resemble my mother would have been honestly delightful if I hadn't even had concerns.

Sit on the couch in front of you.

Two sheets of paper were gripped in the other hand of the tesphere. I don't notice it getting wet with hand sweat, just peeking at my mother's complexion. It's my house and it's filled with bitter air like someone else's room.

"Yes, no, that's all right."

"Yes."

On a desk with large and vibrant wood there was a heap of materials, and on the other side were dozens and even higher mountains of those packaged in thick leather cases, whether precious or not.

Did Froze get a paragraph, put the pen down and get up gradually? Sit and leg together in front of a sumptuous sofa placed face-to-face so as not to wrap around the hem of the dress as you travel to the opposite of the Tesfir.

With all that signaling, Tesfir forcefully ran the heavier savings, offering two sheets of paper to the other side.

"Transcript and semester exam results."

……

Froze lifted the paper without saying anything. My eyes move like I look through every corner.

It was inevitable that silence would descend. I just didn't think that would put so much pressure on me that I suddenly reacted freakedly to the froze that raised my face.

"Good luck with that."

I couldn't respond aggressively to an unexpected word.

"Yes, sir"

"I didn't think I was good at disciplines, but I guess I got over it"

"... I'm not very good at it, but I've had a lot of studying to look at, and I've been able to better understand"

"Oh, I wonder if that's about Alice."

"Ah! No...... yes"

There was an unnatural recitation, but no further mention was made of Frose.

"Fair enough. More than that..."

In the meantime, I swallowed the saliva because there were fewer wrinkles between Froze's brows.

"I wonder what this is all about and second place in the school year."

That's not to blame Tesfir. Simple question.

"There's a three-digit magician in the same grade."

"-!! What do you mean?

Tesfir's inability to reject the sharp gaze was because it was a reminder of a rubbed sense of bad taste.

It was a matter of concern to Froze, who was still involved with the army, whatever the reason was.

"Which nobleman? Are you a man?

Froze folds up before Tesfir opens his mouth,

"When you become a three-digit magician in the Alpha and a man, you may have been the second son of the Limfje family or the Womruina family, but both are one or two digits above you... and you don't have contacts about the Womruina, and in the first place... no, then the Limfje family. But I also heard you weren't in college there."

Tesfir interrupted the word of denial into Frose, who thought with his finger on his jaw.

"Not noble, not man, Mother."

――

Froze looked back at Tesfir as he waited for the words to follow.

"I'm a female student named Loki Rebehel. I've been integrated into the college."

"Incorporate."

I knew the cache wouldn't work for Froze, who was in the military. So I supplement it from myself as a willingness not to hide it before being questioned.

"She was in the military on an outside assignment before school," she said.

"Heh - I don't have a kid like that"

Frose was aware of the anomaly.

I don't think I know that from what I just asked my daughter. Most magicians are usually assigned to the military after college.

If there were an exception, it would be enough for a nobleman like the Socurento family to get involved for personal use.

Selva told him outside the door to let him know he was ready for dinner leaving questions behind.

"Dear Froze, Lady Tesphere, dinner is ready."

"Thank you Selva"

This seemed like the end of this story.

"Fia, shall we talk again"

"... Yes"

Answering with a slightly drawn face, Tesfir thinks he needs to avoid being enlightened about his relationship with Loki.

I decided not to repeat the tragedy that happened when Alice invited her because she was a friend, and not to say anything about Ars.

If I cannot resist my mother, I must at least take care not to be noticed.