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“... do you have to do that here? ”

Sahan frowns and looks at Ian, sitting on his desk in his room, painting a panicure.

It feels colorful even though Ian is small in body type, as he bends his knees and paints a panicure with his white legs and thighs outstanding.

Moreover, it was difficult for Sahan to look straight at her because of the slight crumbling between the legs.

Of course, this mansion, the room where she's staying, is all hers. It doesn't matter where she is or what she's doing... But I think it's too insensitive for a man to be in his own room.

“Oh, you talk too much. Tell me how many times you get caught in my room. I love my dad's senses... I can't wait to find out if I do this. ”

Ian whistles his toes a few times and shows Saehan pink claws with long legs relative to his height.

“Heehee, what do you think? Isn't she pretty?"

She smiled and complimented me, not wanting to candle her smiling brightly.

“Haha... oh, it's pretty. It's pretty. I picked a good color. ”

“Hehe. Right? Oh yeah, hey, let's do that!”

Then Ian ran to him, who was hanging from his bed, and began to practice martial arts.

“Oh, no. If you lose again, you'll be in trouble. And no matter how hard you practice, you can't beat me. Let's go to someone else. ”

Sahan pushed her away, saying.

Lately, after spending almost two days at night together, Ian's childishness has become particularly severe.

“Oh, I don't know. I don't know. Aren't you a little overzealous to win games these days? ”

Ian freaks out, looking at him as if he's close to pushing himself away.

“It's not a light bulb.”

Zahan scratches his head. You can't say, 'No matter what you do, you can't beat Cognitive 10 with a card game.'

“Come on! One more, one more!”

As he watches his back, Ian gives it to Forgiven once again with a loud snort.

I feel like I have a cute little sister. Whether it wasn't a bad mood, or rather, the good Sahan held her as if she couldn't win.

“I said no...”

Despite his denial, the clown's face rises high as if he were about to ascend.

“Just one game!"

After surrendering to the martyrdom, Saehan finally lowered Ian and the card game and played eight games. Of course, Ian lost all eight games.

It was a pity I thought I'd never lose... but I was forced to overcome it because my endurance was greater than before, and my instincts refused.

So, as always, the end of the card game ended in Ian's chaos.

* * *

Late night for everyone to sleep. Sadhan is still sitting on the chair and writing his thesis.

A long and long copy writing process that almost reached the end.

The eternal process, which felt like writing a grand novel, now left only that last page.

For the last time, he went crazy trying to move his hand.

“Turn it off!! I spent it!"

Finally, the Apostle, who wrote one last dot, opened up a huge base.

His face is bright. He looks proud, looking through his paper reaching 240 pages.

The formulas are written in detail. I still don't understand what all this nonsense means, but I'm still very happy. This could all turn into a huge wad of money. No, you have to change.

Because of this, he chose to share his magic research results, not his money, with the distribution of Derumon.

“Phew.”

As Saehan rests on his desk, pressing his head down, I feel someone's reflexes. Faint nostalgia and high heels. I didn't need to see who she was.

“Come in!”

He gets up and opens the door before her and shouts for joy.

Armada, who was about to knock, was surprised when Saehan opened the door first and ran out.

“Hic!.. Oh, my God. How do you know that? ”

I was surprised and asked Armada to come into the room under his guidance as if he didn't understand.

“I heard high heels. ”

“Hey.. Soundproofing magic here...”

“All right. Here you go. Are you here because you want to know? ”

Forgiveness gave me the finished paper with a cheerful expression.

Armada gazes at it and swallows his saliva.

“.. is it done already..? But... can I give this to you so easily? No one knows if it was written by Saehan, but how do you know if I'll steal it...”

“Hahaha. Already? It's more than a year's work. And I know you won't. But there is one condition. ”

Sahan felt good and offered one condition for lying for no reason.

“… what is that? ”

Sahan smiles brightly at her.

As he wrote his paper, there was one concern that no matter how much he thought about it, he could not find the answer.

I said, "How do I explain? ’That's the problem. No matter how perfect the paper is, someone will definitely ask questions.

Even if the problem "solves" perfectly, not many people will take it for granted without a doubt. Especially when it comes to tricky wizards.

I will certainly ask the owner of that pool to answer my questions.

Of course, in the case of forgiveness, I cannot answer the question at all.

‘Why is this happening all of a sudden?’ It is fate to remain silent like a mute who eats honey.

So he had one thing in mind.

“I -- I told you before -- it just pops into my head, because I can't explain it. By the way, when you publish this paper, isn't there going to be some kind of question about the paper? ”

“You want me to take over? ”

“Yes. Please take a look at this paper and put a comment on it to help you understand the middle. ”

“ … ”

Armada glances at him in ridicule for his bold, bold words.

What he asks of himself is that he graduated 10 years ago, so before he graduated from school.

But you're asking yourself to take the top position for such a thing...

“Why not? Don't hate it.”

Zahan took the paper back into my arms.

“Oh, wait! You know...”

Armada is troubled by the disappearing paper.

Juicy and aquatic. A magic combination of two attributes. I don't know if his paper will be perfect, or if it was only the first part that was good, but the fresh front part will still help.

Besides, this Satan only happened because he stole his papers.

She sighs and nods.

“Ahh, I get it. It may take me a while to fully understand the content of the paper and add comments. It won't be easy to finish during the holidays. Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course. ”

He smiled brightly and handed the paper to Armada.

She accepts the paper and smiles powerlessly.

“Oh, I'm going to sleep now. ”

She got up from the chair and went to bed.

“Good night.”

Armada looks bitter and turns away.

* * *

Late night for everyone to fall asleep. Armada's amazement, bitterness, jealousy, jealousy, inferiority, etc. are just overwhelmed by the first wave of emotion she's ever experienced.

It is because of only one paper. When I saw the first ten pages, I was literally amazed at the audacity and creative formulas that implied this new topic.

But in the finished version, this is not impressive. If a first-grader says he made it 'alone', he should be admired.

Each formula is abnormally clean. Most papers are rough stones, so there are lots of dirty and dirty piles to clean up.

However, this paper is neat and neat, as if it had been copied from a traditional grimoire that had originally existed over time. It is contradictory to that. One by one, it is like hell. It is also creative.

If enchantments were made in this paper, the rank of enchantments would definitely be high. It is a minimum class C, and you may be judged to be a class B if you receive an addition point to what is called a 'attribute combination'.

First grader single-handedly made Class B magic. I can't believe I'm laughing.

Armada herself was not confident making such a clean and novel paper, even now, within a year.

"Ugh..."

She discards the paper she was reading. You can just publish it like this. There's nothing to touch.

I felt depressed for no reason. She always believed she was the best. That's what the great father said, and most wizards thought.

He met his expectations and became a wizard at the age of 27, who was considered to be on the continent.

The wizards who are thought to be superior to her in the sect are one of the oldest. She's the only one in her top 10.

So she thought time was on her side, and now the title 'Best Wizard on the Continent' was a winner.

"But this isn't it."

Armada falls to his desk, talking to himself in a puddle of water. It looks like I'll cry.

Someday, "No matter how hard you try, you can only go after geniuses. 'I had heard it from my father.

She proudly engraves the words. I never imagined he was a gangster.

"The future of wizards is determined by talent. That is why Madoka is becoming stronger and stronger. Just like I did, just like you. So, Daughter, find a man of your talents as a wizard. Until then, I won't be making any other bells."

My father's words about marriage. Armada thought of it for no reason.

But that's a compromise. I don't think I can be overcome, so I'm just trying to make a compromise.

Time is certainly, cruelly and unquestionably on the man's side.

When he cast strange magic, I thought he was just a jock. Occasionally, there was such a thing as a "get caught."

You don't know what you're doing and you're just lucky to be doing it. I really thought it was because I couldn't explain it.

Of course, the talent alone is impressive. The first time you saw him, just like you admired him.

But I really didn't think it would work like this. I really didn't know that the word 'taxation' was for the man, not for himself.

"Son of a bitch.

Armada shed tears, expressing her disdain with a trembling voice.

Closing his eyes reminds me of his face.

He shines only by himself.

His days will shine brightly. The more they do, the more they'll create shadows like themselves.

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