Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

"Can a hero be revealed by a wizard? Now, we can see the magic of manipulation."

"Oh, no... what about that"

Mr. Griddiz's...... will this be a provocation? In contrast, I gave what a poor toothpick response.

"Be modest. I wonder if you could show me the magical arm that they say bounced off the dragon's neck."

"Oh... uh..."

You're in trouble. I'm in trouble. This is a pretty bad development on my stomach and stomach.

I still don't know if I can use normal magic...... that is, magic written in the spell document. The only thing I know I can use is some pretty special magic derived by the Magic Book.

Laplice, now that the magic is swelling, it seems there is a possibility of an outburst even if only a few attempts to start a fire. That's why I haven't been able to try it before now.

If magic could not be used, I would be ashamed in front of as many as thirty students gathered here.

No, that's a hundred steps to give way to, what if it erupts? What if I destroyed every experimental building, like Ritzereich?

It will injure the students who are here now. There could be a dead man at worst.

"No, I..."

I tried to tell him to stop it.

"Oh, can't you show me? Don't heroes like to show us their moves?

"... nothing like that..."

You're gonna stick it to me, this guy. Does it have something about this morning at its root? My admirer put himself down and someone's... in this case he went to me and talked to me intimately. Re-tie it to the ribbon on top of that......

……

Oh, yeah. If so, a little about this guy's feelings, I know. Because that's exactly what I was until the last minute.

"Well, why don't you show me? I want to brush my magic arms more. Show me the magic of a hero and it will surely be my inspiration. I'm sure of that."

In the words of Mr. Griddiz, that is gradually becoming the air. The gaze of anticipation gathers on me one by one, and Dr. Odette doesn't stop it in particular either. Rather, he even shows the bare gestures he expects.

"Or... is that also why I can't show you? For example... besides the Rosalis, you were just lucky enough to be listed as a hero..."

"Mr. Griddiz. Stop it. That statement amounts to an insult to Mr Calvafon. Apologize, if you are short of ladies."

Dr. Odette changed his expression and paid that much attention to Mr. Griddiz. Then she held the sleigh of her skirt and bowed. With an invincible grin on me.

"I'm sorry, hero. I was suddenly very rude to show it to you. Let me apologize here."

"Mr. Calvafon. Do you accept her apology? Or reject and seek compensation? You have the right to restore your honor and you are given the freedom to choose the means"

Mr. Griddiz with his head down. But that's not the look on your face that you're apologizing at all.

But I'm not particularly angry. Because what she said was true.

"I get an apology. They didn't say anything wrong."

When I said that, Mr. Griddiz's expression changed for the first time.

"... what do you mean?

"It means the way it is. I wasn't there to be called a hero."

I defeated the dragon in the village of Lelton.

But what's really amazing is Mr. Rose, Toslin, and Carol. Everyone who stood on the arrow side of the dragon and tried to help the villagers.

And Saluena. Without her, I wouldn't be here right now.

Nothing, I'm not despising myself. 'I don't know who I am anymore...' and I don't think that. Because that's rude to those who like me.

"Dr. Odette, can I give it a try?

"Oh, yeah... well, thank you, Mr. Calvafon"

"Yes."

"but good luck, Iri"

"Yeah, I'll do my best."

Iri inspired me, and I stood in the center of the experimental building.

"Hey, you okay? What if it breaks out?"

That's what Laplice said in his ear.

"Then I'll call the unicorns and tie the line."

"Oh, do you have that hand? Well, no. I don't know if I can, but that's why I pushed my opposite off and into school. Good luck."

Rarely did Laplice gently slap me in the ear.

"Yeah... well, I'll be there"

I turned the spell document. The smell of new paper spreads and calms my heightened heart with tension.

"Day and night quietly, sometimes torrents flow as fast as they can." Who?

Grandpa Ferdinand has learned how to use magic from his childhood.

With magic and the skill to manipulate it, the spell can basically take power from the Spirit just to speak and exercise it.

I had less magic, that's why I polished my skills. My grandfather taught me, hundreds, thousands, maybe, uhh... sure, more than 10,000 times, I've spoken a spell.

"Oh, throw away your name and memory to the way you came." Then I'll give it to you. It should also be called the life of... a honorable name!!

In my body, I feel an increase in magic.

From the back of your chest, all over your body. The analogy isn't good, but it's as if thick, warm honey spreads.

This magic that is regarded all over your body. It used to be like thin sugar water, but now it's dark, sweet. Enough to actually feel it on your tongue.

It took me three years before I could let my whole body go by magic. I just cast a spell even so I could manipulate the magic flow. But now it's a moment. Grandpa praised me at the time that I had a magical gift.

All you have to do is put this on a spell and release it. Exalt your magic, feed your magic, and command the Spirit.

"Connected in rusty chains and windy, now is the time to chop up enemies with that sharp blade!!

I can see for myself, the immense swirl of magic.

But that stays in my body even after the spell. It never diminished.

"... Oh, yeah? Aili......"

"Uh, underdevelopment?

"What do you mean? You mean you failed?

"Didn't you knock down the dragon? They call you a hero, don't they, that guy?"

Everyone starts bothering behind my back.

……

After all, no magic is expressed. When I understand that, I embark on the paradoxical task of discreetly deconcentrating. The swollen magic spreads away without manifesting itself as magic.

"... Phew..."

Nothing happened. But I felt a definite bargain. I can manipulate my magic. I don't know why magic isn't expressed, though.

(Thanks, Grandpa)

I completely relieved myself of the tension, thanking Grandpa Ferdinand.

"Well, you still are"

As everyone looked at me and silenced, there was just someone to speak to.

Looking back, Mr. Griddiz was staring at me.

"I thought it was strange. It can't be magical enough to defeat a dragon."

Listening to Mr. Griddiz, I went back to my classmate.

Everyone in the same class, especially Lou, has a caring eye for me.

"Excellent magic is maintained by excellent blood. He who is in an realm that cannot be reached no matter how much he is raised in the degree of a commoner mixed with cluttered blood. That's nobility!

Mr. Griddiz walks over here sounding tsukatsuka and footsteps, trying to intimidate him. The kind of elegance that she puts together is just real, and her classmates are barometric and pave the way.

"This is its aristocratic study house. The nasty one who can fix even his lashes without being ashamed of being added to the hero's seat with mercy is not like this occasion!! This is not a common people's playground!! If you don't want to get hurt, don't leave now!!

Fast-mouthed, freshly, bisculpted, pointing to the exit.

"Damn, I don't think you have that much to say!!

When I wondered how I objected, I was surprised to hear such a voice.

The Lord of that voice is just a faint Lou. Of all the people holding their mouth in cowardice to Mr. Griddiz, only she ran by me and stood trying to cover me.

"Kid, I happen to be just not feeling well today... Even I, at that time, have..."

"... Alas, the Baron's daughter wants something. The same goes for the Baron, but what did you say to me, the daughter of the Earl's family?

"Ah, uhh... well, in this school... you know, it doesn't matter..."

"It was decided before the building, wasn't it? What am I mistaken for? This is why the common folk ascend..."

"... hey, it's nice to say bad things about me, but would you stop saying bad things about Lou?

Whoa, now it's my turn to get mad. I hope they said something about me myself, but I can't forgive them for saying bad things about my friends who covered me up.

Or what the hell is this guy from just now? Wouldn't it be too rude to be the Count's daughter? What the hell is Master Yuhanna thinking about including such a person in the Knights of the White Lily?

"Alas, I just told you the truth. If not, will you fight me? Before you get hurt, I'll show you the severity of the aristocratic world."

"That's it."

It was when the spark began to scatter between me and Mr. Griddiz. Dr. Odette went in between.

"Forgot that we're in class now? Mr. Griddiz."

"Also, I'm sorry, Dr. Odette"

Mr Griddiz apologizes for saying so, but he does not intend to withdraw his remarks.

Still, as I stared, Dr. Odette sighed small. And I took the word for Mr. Griddiz.

"Think back to what you've said, your attitude. And if you find something to reflect on, make it right. No matter how much magic talent you have, this school isn't as sweet as graduating something that's missing a true lady, is it?

"... I'm in awe. If there's anything to reflect on, I want to make it right. Although, in retrospect, I seem to state all the facts."

And you turned that challenging gaze on me.

I was wondering if all nobles are because everyone in the class is such a warm bunch of people, but apparently not.

On the afternoon of the second day of school life, I found out about it.