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“... What a view. ”

The warm soliloquy of Zahan is scattered by the late evening breeze.

Only the moonlight dims the world. Sahan was strolling through an empty park in Blaze Manor. With a guitar in one hand.

There is no great reason. It's because I can't sleep like I used to.

“Hmm? ”

During a walk in the park, Sahan found red hair sitting on a bench a little farther away.

I don't know for sure who it is because I can only see the back... It must be Armada Irri.

My brother with her hair color just got tired of playing with himself until he fell asleep.

“Hmmm.”

He let out a big cough and cautiously approached her.

Approach slowly and sit next to her as naturally as possible, as if she were the person who had always been there.

“.. ”

Armada looked at him like that. It must have been an unsettling day.

She scratched her back neck because it was too hot.

“The...”

After staring only at the front for a while, Saehan opened his mouth carefully. Still haven't looked at her face.

“Why?”

A cold, sunken voice. He lowered his head as if it were touching the ground and apologized again.

“… I was really sorry at that time. ”

Armada sighs as she stares at him for a moment.

“Ah, never mind. Is Ian sleeping in your room again? ”

Forgiveness trembles at her question.

“Uh, maybe? But did you know? ”

“.. of course. I write it in my diary all the time, and I go to watch her sleep every night... because she took it away from me. Anyway... you're not sleeping in the same bed, are you? ”

“Yes? Of course. When she sleeps in bed, I sleep on the floor or on the chair. ”

“.. ”

Sahan slowly turns his head to look at Armada. She's complaining a lot, but she's still beautiful. He blushed for no reason.

“.. what is that? Guitar?”

Armada looks at the guitar he put at his feet and asks.

“Yes.”

“Hmph...”

She looks at the guitar and sighs bitterly.

Zahan looks at her curiously, but Armada doesn't even look at her.

“Do you want me to play? I'm pretty good at this. ”

He didn't listen to her answer and listened to the guitar.

Armada glances at him sideways, as if he didn't have any interest at all.

He smiled once and started playing guitar.

It is a guitar version of the song ‘Nothing Better’, which is quite famous in his country.

Especially thanks to the sweet lyrics and the voice of the singer who sings this song, it is a song that women love.

This guitar may be a little boring... but the melody itself is a pretty good song, so you can win good scores.

He took a deep breath and bounced off the guitar strap.

Starting with that, a sweet guitar tune rang out in the night sky for a while.

“What do you think?”

Sahan looks at her and asks. A class C guitar technique, and there was no beep sari.

I can be proud that this was a pretty good hit.

“... not really. ”

Armada's answer was surprising. His face is cold.

Not just because I was still angry about the day, but because I really felt bad about it.

I felt embarrassed for a moment. The crown is cold sweat.

“Uh, well...”

“Something boring? Isn't that the original lyric melody? ”

Her sharp point surprised her for a moment.

“Huh? That's right. How did you know?”

“.. it just seemed like there was a part that was begging. ”

“Oh, you've heard of a lot of guitars? ”

“ … ”

Armada turns his head away, not answering him.

It's as if you're looking into your past through the landscape, with your own eyes.

I don't know what I'm thinking. Sorrowful repentance or pity. But I can only assume that whatever it is remains a rather cruel memory for her.

When she realized that, she had no choice but to say nothing.

Zahan was very curious about her past... but it would be too grown-up to ask. If you ask a crazy person, they won't answer you.

“… give it a try. ”

Armada, who had been in reminiscence for a while, looked at him and said powerlessly.

“For what?”

“Sing the guitar melody and lyrics. I wanted to hear it somehow. Can you do that for me? ”

Sahan looks her in the eye. I looked at the deep sadness in my clear eyes.

“.. then work that day. Do you forgive me properly? ”

Laughter is contagious. Zahan smiled brightly as he could. So she can smile, too.

It doesn't suit her to be so sad. She always used to protect herself with bright warmth.

Armada may have noticed his intentions. But she therefore smiled brightly.

“Let's see. ”

Scared of what she said, she untied her neck once and started playing guitar.

It's a song that I'm quite nervous about, but if I can handle it well, it won't be difficult to complete.

“Now my heart rests in your arms like a dream..."

In the moonlight of the night sky, the song of forgiveness permeated.

After finishing the song without any mistake, Saehan carefully looked at Armada.

“ … ”

She closes her eyes. Satisfied or missing something, it is a strange expression.

“.. ”

Sahan did not ask her how she felt.

With my eyes closed, I just looked at her, looking back at the melody still ringing in my ears.

It was a pleasant silence for a while.

* * *

After separating from Sahan, Armada returns to her room.

Her voice and guitar remain clear in her ears.

That's definitely a good sound. A good song. It's a warm song that touches the side of your heart.

But it didn't just make her feel good.

It was rather uncomfortable.

Once again, I was uncomfortable meeting a man who could handle guitar and singing well.

His words and guitar echoes through the memory of the past, which was pressed with tears into the corners of his heart.

The memories of my past were happy. Rather, I was sadder because I was happy. It can never happen again. I let myself go.

Why didn't you stop him when he said he was playing the guitar? Why did he ask me to sing?

Though I knew this memory would come back, knowing that it would be of no benefit to my family, to myself as a wizard...

Why didn't I be rational and ask him to do it?

Armada sighs heavily and pulls a beer out of the storage shed under a spell.

The sun is already shining, but I can't cut it down without drinking it.

* * *

The Loggia Continent Wizard Association. It is a network of hundreds of horses from all over the continent, and an institution that manages magic and papers.

Acceptance and rejection of the article "Submission Form", review of the approved paper, and authorization or conferencing of the finished article as a wizard.

In this way, the association, which is responsible for all the processes for the paper to become a grimoire, collects tens of thousands of "paper applications" and hundreds of "papers" every day.

“Mmm-hmm."

Asmon, a third-year associate of the Association, Class C Wizard, yawned as he lay flat on his chair and told him to tear his mouth.

“How many papers have you filed today? ”

Asmon asked the woman who was organizing the paper application next to him, the new direct report.

However, the subordinate was only staring at one application.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. And don't look at the subject of the paper. Just what family you submitted, what family you recommended... Just look at this. ”

Asmon looks frustrated.

“Yes.. yes.. yes..”

However, his direct reports kept on focusing on their "paper applications."

“Phew... I'm so tired. You too. ”

Asmon sighs.

My direct reports are now working on classifying paper submissions.

The wizard can submit this paper only if the paper application is accepted.

It is also the Association that sends tens of thousands of applications to Teleports a day.

So long as there were 300 end staff to manage it, they had to review at least 100 applications per day.

However, the issue is the quantity of submissions. This application summarizes topics and formulas within 1/20 of the amount of the paper, but if you dig into the details, even 10 are hard to see per day.

Therefore, most employees have decided whether to reject a paper application without considering the depth of the content, focusing on the reputation of the person who sent the paper, the reputation of the "family" or the reputation of the "reputation" of the referrer.

“Hey. Most of it's useless anyway? ”

“ … ”

Asmon regards one of his subordinates, who continue to hold one of his papers unanswered.

“… Hey, Samoa. Can you hear me? ”

“ … ”

“Hey, subordinate? ”

“ … ”

I only read the application without any hesitation.

“Haha...”

Asmon, who was angry, finally got up and took the application she was reading.

“Ouch! ”

Samon screams in unison, but he ignores it and goes down through the paper.

“‘Forgiveness’... the common man? Hey. I have to throw this away... Oh, my compliments are from House Blaze. Yeah, you don't even have to watch this? All you have to do is say, ’I have a letter of recommendation for House Blaze!' and hand it over to me. Then I just have to look around and send it to the top. You're new here, so you don't seem to know it.You don't have to live so tiredly. ”

“I-I haven't seen it yet, so... give it back.”

Samon holds out his hands with his head down.

Asmon glances at her as if it were absurd.

“Huh. What the hell is this? Wait a minute. Let me read it too. ”

Asmon sits in a chair with his thesis. However, despite Samon's remarkable reaction, he did not expect much.

If there was a letter of recommendation from the Blaze family, it would have been a lot less than 100 and 90 to be licensed as a grimoire. There is also an error in the submission that summarizes the paper.

And of course, 1,000 and 990 are much better than any other crappy family.

“What's the relationship between bark and ice fog? Its bond... its attribute...? Haha. This guy's a wild card. ”

Asmon laughs and opens the first chapter of his paper.

I gave the introduction a meaningless shout.

This shortage of papers will help the Wizards of the Continent? I'll give you my undivided respect. But the combination of attributes is a bad place to put the heat in the middle ages.

I can give you a compliment for wasting my time on this ridiculous challenge... but I think it would be more appropriate to have a proper drink tonight than a compliment for this stupid stupidity.

“ … ”

However, Asmon's expectations quickly collapsed from the first chapter.

The first formula in the first chapter. The second formula. As his eyes slowly roll, his expression hardens rapidly.

My hands are shaking less. My mouth is drooling because I can't even swallow a needle. I'm just looking at the 'papers.' My head is tingling and my heart is pounding. I can't breathe.

Asmon picks up the glasses on his desk with his trembling hands.

Asmon wraps his starry head around his eyeglasses as he reads the paper in earnest.

“ … ”

It doesn't make any sense. The degree of novelty, the degree of logic, is something I never thought about.

What kind of wizard would have thought that the inevitable loop of attribute coupling would be solved like this?

I can't believe this paper says so.

Asmon swallows his dead saliva as if it were overflowing, then returns to the first chapter of the paper.

“Forgiveness... 19 years old. Freshman year of school."

I mutter in a dazed voice as if my soul is gone. This paper is not from Madosa, the continent, but just from the hands of students.

“Wow... I'm going to faint...”

It's not the whole paper, it's just a summary... but maybe it's the birth of a new legend. Asmon rushes somewhere with his thesis.

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