The unprecedented high-level magic battle at the school festival, the Ars and Iliis match, spread quickly within the college. Moreover, it was witnessed by close proximity to the entire school population. You won't be done with the rumors.
No, in this case, it took the form of proving the rumor backing itself.
And the school festival has just begun. The first day was Ars, who went home trying to hide herself without doing anything, but not the next day.
It's impossible for him not to do the job he took once.
So much so that I even feel like I've let this much security go to tarnish my previous struggles.
Even so, it has the detriment of holding it back - a case that would still have been forgiven if it had been included in a job such as the case.
But it also seems to me that this concentration of people in Ars augurs well for something bad to happen around him.
Often, the rubbing rate increases dramatically when people are too dense.
Now on the second day of the school festival, in the middle of the day.
I'm looking around at the entrance and exit of this school building.
(So far...)
I find it difficult to be the best magician to make.
It's better before you still distanced yourself from handling the swelling.
Clearly there is a crowd in front of this school building more than yesterday. It's not moving along the way either. I'm wasting my time at the school festival where I just stop and watch.
I didn't know what I wanted because I talked to hiccups from time to time.
College students, those who saw or heard yesterday's game, will most likely want to come closer. To ascertain the ranking of Awabari. Making connections - I wouldn't have done that so fast. If you are most likely to think about it, you simply need to give guidance in anticipation of the magic arm without worrying about who it is.
But the students know both better and worse about Ars. Very few have direct knowledge. I guess I'm wondering how to handle that.
It can't be as good as it's ever been. That's why it's difficult to be respectful without certainty.
The point is, the lines are blurry.
But in that, the fierce are everywhere - and only this time, it is troublesome not to say ignorant.
"Excuse me, will you let me through?"
Such a disproportionate voice of discouragement plundered my attention.
Two servants forcefully break the hedge and make a way to pass through the LORD.
Ars' gaze is also naturally drawn - especially to the two of us who would be squires.
One comes with a body tight enough to tell right away that it's for VIP protection. Is the slightly larger tuxedo for camouflage?
This is a stunning outfit that is clean and doesn't make you feel any sloppiness.
Beautifully tidied dark grey hair is all-back. There is only one strand of forehead dripping.
The cleaver's eyes were sharp and then combined with chillness.
The other is a woman. This one is also close to swallow tail clothing although it is made for women. I can see the beauty of the slurry and the tall and English figure. Blue hair simply wrapped in a single bottle. He was thanking the students with cool eyes.
Both users at a glance. We're both young people who would still be in their twenties.
It was clear that he was primarily an interpersonal conscious combatant.
So is the Deacon of the Favel family, but I feel somewhat complicated about the excellent countermeasures against humans. Certainly there are aspects of magic that can be specialized not only for demons but also for interpersonal use.
A young man approaching from its center with a trick and mild footsteps.
I thought it might be a college student, but it's not a uniform. Tailored white based clothes have a truly truthful impression with little decoration.
Golden hair is trimmed to an average length as a man. The golden thread swinging under his eyebrows held back his warm look.
But.
(You're getting nagging)
That was Ars' first impression. I can feel nothing, though I don't have the heart eye to see the heart through Ars. Because maybe it's because of the environment I grew up in mixed up with adults.
A good, cleverly crafted look really bothers me.
Every time he approached me, he told me that his behavior and footwork were those of the nobility. Behavior that is not so perfectly slightly uncomfortable is further impaired.
The lack of discomfort is only uncomfortable in itself. The point is, apart from combat techniques such as body twitching, the walking style creates the breathing and rhythm of the person. That's natural.
But this young man doesn't have it. A different person who perfectly mimics perfection.
All I can read from him is that everything is a fake fake. His lack of information cannot be read from the outside.
I can tell from the scratch around me that this guy is not just a bong.
Excerpts of the words you can hear seem to indicate that this young man has the name [Oomlüina], but it's a name that Ars doesn't recognize.
But Ars was the only one who did not know its name on this occasion.
The young man stops his leg a few steps in front of Ars. Behind him the squire refrained, putting aside a beat and smiling with a nonchalant smile.
"Nice to meet you, Lord Ars Regin, the proudest and most powerful magician of my Alpha."
"... one way or another"
Ars replied facelessly to the young man who lay down his eyes lightly. It was poisoned on the inside, but on second thought, it's probably even more so now. Sooner or later, students who just watch will know.
Ars looks more depressed back at a man than a beautiful young man rather than a beautiful one that doesn't break his grin.
Minutes are bad in the exploration of the belly. They already knew about Ars.
Youth narrow their eyes to an unnoticed extent. That honestly surprised me with the fact that he doesn't know himself in the current dialogue, but it's late.
"My name is Isle von Oomruina"
"You don't know."
"I guess this means the Oomruina family hasn't even said it yet. Or it doesn't matter from you."
Lightly loosened his mouth, Isle gives a glimpse of the ease with which he doesn't get upset or slight even though he knows who he is.
I don't even know if he's being educated like that or if his nature originally is.
It was just a word game. I would have answered otherwise if he had asked me if I wanted to attract Ars's own interest. Only this time, it's a different matter.
I guess it's because I heard the word Isle's number one wild horse twirl.
Otherwise I couldn't possibly have had a conversation with Oomruina on an equal footing, but I had to be stunned already.
Ars sighed deeply into this sight.
(Does that mean I saw yesterday's game?)
Immediately after I think about it, I reconsider...
"I was thinking of seeing you once more than before. But, well, I didn't know you were in college somehow. It was a blind spot. Perhaps we should have taken this seriously."
"At first, you mean students."
Isle laughs bitterly at Ars' unconscious and sharper gaze.
"I only keep books. It's a good idea to keep the foil attached even though it's noble, and I don't want it to seem unschooled."
"So you can't even graduate."
"No, the Oomruina family is contributing to the development of the College. With a lot of donations."
Ars doesn't feel anything when he sees any unwieldy expression. Maybe it's clean with a rational idea. Self-study can gain enough knowledge, and the qualities required even if you go out into the outside world or not change.
One way or another, Ars was made aware of the hand.
All you have to do is load up the back money and buy the units. I also want to blame myself for not realizing it before. but naturally I wouldn't be able to if I thought about the thoughts above.
From what I've seen, the college is in financial difficulty.
"So what can I do for you?"
Ars isn't free enough to go along with a futile story either. No, I'm just saying that I'm free, but not barren.
"Right. It's quick and helpful, but why don't we just stand here and change the place? Silsilla."
The woman of the escort so called approached the Lord one step closer and lowered her eyes, bringing her face closer to him.
The woman, called Silsila in two or three words, walks to this school building.
I guess that just goes wrong.
Outside Ars' consciousness a familiar voice was uttered to him to scold him.
"I knew it!!
I have a female student approaching me shaking her redhead, shaking her uniform skirt, leaving it to her feet to make her feel faster.
Looking back, Ars can't help but feel more annoying.
"What, you can't even keep your store number busy"
Tesfir showed up alone this time simply because of the low tension on the schedule of the mock match. Alice and Loki are currently in a mock match and Tesfir is in the class offerings. The last day is the other way around.
That's why she has to watch the shooting.
"Not really."
"I already told you about yesterday."
Because we both just didn't get any teeth at all on Ilyis, but we regretted not being able to see the game against Ars any more than that.
I explained the situation of the game based on Loki as a result, but haven't I convinced you yet?
"Not really."
"Then what?"
"If you know you're getting attention on campus, bring me to class."
"... you're going to use me for a favor."
"It's obvious. We have a hardship student in our class. Mostly me."
"Well said, in your case, you simply don't have the money to play"
Finally, you want to increase sales and allocate a little more. It's a noble spirit of hard work.
But I'm not stingy as an Ars if that's about it. Or if that reduces your surroundings at all, you just want it. I want to avoid myself becoming a spark while I'm on guard.
However,
"I'm sorry, but I can't because I have a client now."
"What!!
Yes, with her gaze facing face to face, Tesfir clogged her words and opened her eyes.
"Hey, Fia, how you doing?
"Hey, why are you here..."
"I don't know, I'm still a student here."
Ayle smiled with a smile that made her uncomfortable but softened her child.
Tesfir, on the other hand, just got pale.
"What do you know?"
"-!! You don't know?
Ars, with his goofy eyes pointed at him, felt a rare reaction for him.
But I can't really be optimistic about it.
So much with Oomruina there is also an aspect that draws a line among the nobles, arguably the most aristocratic in a certain sense.
With a slight stretch of his back, Tesfir applied force to Ars' shoulder to make him lean toward himself.
"Womruina is one of the three nobles."
"So?"
When it comes to the three nobles, Ars is also a little familiar.
The present three nobles will be the Favels and the Socurentos, and the other will be Oomruina.
The reason for this is that the definition of the three nobles is rather vague. But this was telling us that many magicians and politicians have important roles to play.
The three great nobles change from time to time. The fact that the family name is correct is irrelevant. It is with merit to be honored as a nobleman that the iconic family name shines.
Speaking in that regard, I can tell you that the Favel family Froze has long nurtured outstanding high-ranking officials and has accomplished a great deal in person.
And a different color is the Socurento family.
This was an unusual feat that rose in a generation and thus served in awe as one of the three great nobles. Visaicist activity is so unusual by far. Snake feet, but the visaist doesn't even put the brackets of the three great nobles on his nose, he may have forgotten, on the contrary.
It's just that the Oomruina family was originally in the Duke's position vis-à-vis those two houses, in the remote realm of the current Führer Cicernia. A real nobleman. No, if you follow the original, it will be in brackets called royalty.
Therefore, we can survive the old custom of being a nobleman.
The top three indicators of what the three nobles are are: their power as nobles, such as merit and visibility - including their financial power and influence, the fighting power of their houses, and their power as magicians again - hit this. The aristocratic system, also known as this ranking, clearly articulates certain visibility and power relationships. In that regard, the Oomruina family is always at the top, although there are fluctuations. It is not just once that Oomruina was bounced from the three nobles.
It was exceptional as a degree of power. The supply to the army has never been interrupted, and there are many people in the upper echelons who are deeply connected to Oomruina.
I currently have two sons in the Oomruina family. And Ir is the second son, but he is the most powerful of the next period because he had more skill in mastering humans than his ambitions as the Lord.
"Nobility is a simple parenthesis, a status incomparable to ours. Because Oomruina is royal."
"Oh well."
Even if it was, I'm not going to change my attitude to Ars. I guess it's because it has its original character but nobility doesn't like it.
"That sort of thing. Is it time we finished talking about hissohisso? As far as I'm concerned, I get a little jealous, Fia."
I guess we were going to talk in a whisper, but Tesfir's voice was easy to get through and not that far from Isle.
Isle packs the distance to Tesphere. Close enough that there is only one fist gap.
Tesphere just stares weakly from the bottom at Isle, taller than she is, as if her body had become stiff.
It seemed unusual for her to be even quenching her anger instead of hegemony.
And Isle peeks into her eyes under her golden thread hair as she looks directly down. I slowly lifted my mouth and squealed shamelessly.
"Looks like you got dirt on your stuff."
Raising a nickel and an alkaic smile, Isle lifts his hand to Tesfir's jaw.
I can't react to the tesphere. I can't take my eyes off Ir's eyes.
And I can't even refuse my approaching face.
I was afraid of Oomruina as a nobleman. Above all, this man, Ayle, is terrified. Even if that is the art of sacrifice, the ascending and descending relationship determined from the time of his birth to the nobility.
That was common sense rubbed in without even thinking about it. So even if you know who this rigid is, Tesfir won't refuse it at his will. The pattern is tying her up.
Quickly lifted jaw - lips welcomed overlapping lips without emitting anything.
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The temperatures of others enclosed with disgust erode themselves. Even with that feeling, I still couldn't close my open eyes.