Shut-in Magician

Tree Day was a day, and I thought about a new move against the high elves, but the Amalia thing stuck in my brain and didn't come together.

I had no choice but to do the work that I could do even if it was blurry, but I felt like a new move, Amalia, and the pace had dropped.

In the evening I gave up and helped train Crowe to fly and hang out with Blanca.

Cro can't fly yet, but he's harassed because he tries to get off the high ground, and it's hard to tell.

He likes it on Siu's head or Ferres, so he stays there, so he made it his place while he was awake.

Blanca is a characteristic of a cat-type horseman, and it's hard because she wants to get into a narrow place.

It's good because you can put sticky notes on it and look for it on the brain map, but when a normal person has a cat, hide and seek will be a cat overwhelm.

Good thing I was able to exude a depressing mood in my Tactical Warriors class on Golden Day.

"Ooh, looks like Siu finally figured out the importance of moving her body too!

"I've known it since the beginning."

"You wouldn't want to mess around for that."

Reynald just likes to fight. I tried to say that back, and I've bent my face. I said something terrible when I looked at him because he seemed to have ear punches.

"You're no longer doing it, are you? It's a man's period, I know very well. We need to exercise and dissipate."

Yeah, yeah. I'm snorting.

Reynald has made another diagonal remark when he and Uncle Sexual Harassment looked half-eyed.

"You're a man, too, even if you look like a child. Right or right. But we're still early for the whorehouse, right? Boys should dissipate in exercise."

"... the teacher is dissipating in the whorehouse, isn't he?

"Gu......"

I poked him where it hurt.

I'm good old and still unmarried, so I guess I have something to think about.

Second, I noticed something.

"Doctor, speaking of which, you're 38, right?

"Oh, oh."

I nodded as I tilted my neck in my face wondering if I had said my age. At times like this, warrior brain people help.

"For example, if you were to marry a woman under twenty, would you?

"... oh, are you trying me?

His face turned bright red for some reason, and he's trembling.

"What?"

"Damn, I'm a whorehouse girl, I only have young kids, so I won't be able to help! I know, I know. My dad's the other guy, and he's pathetic!

I got stubborn.

"Uh, that's not what I meant."

"If I'm going to marry anyone... no, my breasts are bigger"

He calmed down along the way.

But let's stop at that place.

"Doctor, Mr. Clarissa has finished practicing. Wouldn't it be a bad idea if they listened to me?"

"Whoa, well. All right, all right."

I was in a hurry to regain my teacher's majesty and respond. Though the movement was a bit like a robot, Clarissa was a smart guy, so she didn't go in.

Nevertheless, even Reynald is rude, but he doesn't think it's possible to marry a child under the age of 20.

I would also like to wonder if a baron named Agreed-Dagostini is really willing to get married.

However, if that's the case, I think that's the cowardly behavior that brings these things up in fights between nobles.

Did Hildegard want to think this far and mess up the story?

It may have been a biased sense of justice, but the muscles should have gone through. Where did I go wrong?

I'd like to talk to you carefully for once, but from Hildegard, she seems to hate you wholeheartedly, and above all, her knights are different.

I was frightened when I was stared at in the salon.

That, I was sighing, wondering if it might suck a little.

From this afternoon onwards I will be attending a class in New Magic Ceremony Development Studies and from today onwards I will be attending without a supplementary course.

I couldn't think about Amalia because I was going to do a preview yesterday, so I bumped into production.

Though I thought it might be tough, Siu, who has an automatic secretary and has a record base, had a lot more advantages than the other students.

The classmates who looked suspiciously at Siu who did not take the notes were also convinced to look at Siu at hand at the fifth time limit.

"You, it, secretary magic? Amazing......"

It was a student named Lamberto who talked to me.

"Uh, but it's a composite technique of basic attributes, so it's not a big deal."

"Really?

It was surprisingly friendly, so I wrote and taught it in my notes.

"If the wind, gold, trees and no attributes are level one, you can use them. Here's the thing. If trees, gold, and wind are level two, they last longer and can withstand multiple statements."

"... eh, can you tell me?

"Go ahead. I'm not hiding anything."

I also removed the magic props from the magic bag.

"I patent this, but I don't restrict it for personal use."

There is no way to deal with people who can deal with magic in the first place, only in terms of what they grant and use for magic props. The procedure is free browsing, so people who use it will use it.

"... you're inventing magic artifacts too."

"Become. I need to save money in places like this because I don't have enough magic."

"Oh, yeah."

Probably not because he taught the procedure, but even at the fifth time Lamberto started the discussion beside Siu.

He actively urged Siu to speak as well and drew me into everyone's story.

Because of that, he even made me an opportunity to introduce myself to his friends at the end of class. Fabian nodded with his gaze, so he also found it better to take it.

By the way, Rusteer and the others stopped Valneri from trying to get Siu out.

Tell the students not to interrupt each other's interactions. Good people.

"It's Siu-Aquila. Sorry I'm late to say hello."

"I have no choice. He's the teacher."

"I heard Lord Siu is also an adventurer."

"Yes, it is"

"But aren't you a child yet?

One question after another, Fabian was laughing bitterly as he observed like a guardian from behind.

"I'm thirteen. I'll be fourteen in the fall. So not yet above grade ten. When you grow up, you're going to have to raise it to the right number of classes."

"Well, that's amazing."

All in all, it was just people talking the way they did.

Lamberto was Baron Cazzarini's third child, and had a Kingsguard knight brother if he thought it was a name he saw somewhere.

It was a warcraft crusade noise on the streets of Siana, and he was the one on the quaff of Draco Equus.

I'll convince you in my heart as I remember who he is. Maybe he was asking about Siu from his brother.

I just didn't say it to you just because the encounter was an encounter.

The next person opens his mouth when Lamberto greets him.

"Jewen-Agrell, the third son of the Earl's family."

"... maybe my brother is not a Kingsguard knight?

This one was okay to ask, so I asked her if she wanted to say hello.

"Oh, you know what?"

"I've seen you in the royal castle before. Your brother won't remember."

"No, I think I remember someone like you."

I laughed and replied, happy to be told about my brother. As for Siu, I can't forget his fine mouth.

Yes, it's about the Kingsguard knight who guides you with a unique voice.

"Oh, yeah, I need to introduce you to this one. Your Highness, may I?

They need confirmation, even if it's a name. Jewen asked, and his Highness came forward.

"This one is with His Highness Oliver. Don't be rude."

"Yes, Your Highness Oliver, this is Siu-Aquila. Best regards,"

I bowed my head deeper. Some of you were staring, but you can be pretty sure of this response. Fabian was also smiling and nodding.

There were no other students left, and only this member seemed to be relatively fond of Siu.

"For the rest of the students, I'll just tell you their names. Just..."

"Ah, yes. Nobles, so I understand your feelings."

"I'm sorry. It's forbidden to do that as a school."

Lamberto will follow you, and it seems rather difficult to get along with you, so fine.

Nevertheless, Oliver is a prince but often remains on this occasion.

Did you get it on your face, or Oliver gave a grin at the delicate look on his face?

"Brother Vincent, when I heard you were close, I wanted to talk to you."

"Really?"

The squire came to grips with the guillotine, but Siu did not care and continued the conversation.

"But I'm not so close to His Highness Vincent. I just talked to you a few times. I'd rather be close to Shvi."

"What, with the Holy Beast?

"Yes, I like sweets. He's a little different."

"... I've barely spoken to you. It's on par with His Majesty and Brother Vincent, but we don't talk much."

"You're a free man, Shvi. It's tough."

If I sympathized, Oliver himself was smiling bitterly, but his squire was still staring at Siu.