Mia's room in Magic Academy Dormitory 1
Like a rag squeeze, only intense discomfort like twisting my heart came intermittently, and I couldn't even sleep.
(Are you okay? The teacher will definitely be able to bring back the Eights!
Speak to yourself of the hope of consolation that will happen several times already.
S1 and S2 class finals. Miss Shirabe appears as the late Eight stabs the referee's woman with a dagger and surrounds her teachers in an attempt to capture her.
And as soon as we had a few conversations, the Eights were transformed into anomalies.
In the conversation between Professor Shirabe and Eight in the arena, the words of the birth of a demon from heaven, and the fact that Mia's students are being pushed into the dorm. If we calmly analyze them, it is no longer obvious that Mia's hopeful observations are wrong. Otherwise, Mia and the others would have met the Eights a long time ago.
(Eight....)
I'll never see Eight again. Just thinking about being close to such a nightmare makes you feel unexpectedly emotional, filled with tears and unable to stop.
Wrapped in a blanket, Mia desperately tried to endure tears, but regret and sadness came up and Mia killed her voice and cried.
A pleasant early morning bird can only sound gloomy today. The contact is already bright. Normally, I'm getting ready to go to college.
However, I was ordered to wait in the dormitory room last night, and in principle I am only allowed to leave for the minimum necessary reason such as toilet.
Suddenly, it knocks on the door. Jump out of bed and rush open the entrance to the room.
In front of the door, Dr. Rebecca stood with her eyes peeled away and gave instructions to come to the auditorium immediately.
I won't deceive you anymore. From the teacher's perspective, I'm sure the reality is much more cruel and hopeless than Mia predicted.
Entering the auditorium, the room was more noisy than expected. I suppose you're discussing yesterday's incident with the same classmates, judging by the anxious look on your face.
Apparently, both A and S classes are gathered in the auditorium. Because there are many numbers, I think we split the explanation into two.
Both S1 and S2 classes were already seated except for Mia.
Mia sits next to Teresa and steals a glimpse of the cliff in front of her diagonally. Cliff looks like he's completely lost his shell.
Cliff was completely upset that Dr. Shirabe had broken his mask and looked at his face at first glance, and was transported to the infirmary with hyperventilation.
And I think it was Teresa who suffered the same intense shock. Like Cliff, he didn't say a word about it.
Well, that's...
When Mia reached a conclusion, Professor Sieg, Dean Liot Bernstein, and Warlord Horus Krueger entered the classroom.
"Even my father!?"
When Alan stood up vigorously in his seat, everyone shouted at the questions that they certainly remembered.
Even Alan's presence was ignored, and the three men stood on the podium.
And...
"You know what happened yesterday. You have a right and a duty to know."
"Grandpa, you're welcome. Talk to me."
As he calmed down, Ronald tapped on the floor with his soles and approached Dr. Zeke with frustration. I may not have seen Ronald like this before.
Dr. Sieg exhaled a lot.
"Eight was demonized by thieves, freed by Professor Syrabe, and took his breath."
Make a declaration equal to a nightmare. In a room that is as noisy as a bird cage in an instant.
(I can't...)
I expected it. I did, but it's another question of accepting harsh realities once again.
Pain runs through your heart like a knife will cut your wound. It's the same for all of us, mostly the squealing voices we hear from S-Class members, pressing our chests back into the music and desperately pressing the emotional currents.
"Professor Syrabe? Why don't you stop fooling around? Some people, including me, are aware of yesterday's incident. Isn't he the name Grey, the former master of Satella? I saw her call him that at the test site."
The boy who mowed the baby was raising his voice as he turned his gaze to Ronald and then to Aria.
He is a Class A Odo Usan. One of Alan's rivals publicly declared Satella's affection.
As soon as the name Grey was spinned from Odo's mouth, the three of Cliff, Aqua, and Teresa trembled for a moment. Aria would appeal that the conversation is not going to get mixed up. Her eyelids were closed while her posture was corrected.
And when it comes to satellites...
"Gray!?"
I was screaming with a lot of impatience. I'm sure he didn't even listen to me, and he just reacted to the name Grey that Oddo used to say. As the confusion spreads throughout the room in their normally hateful, calm and disturbed appearance,
"Ah he....."
Teacher Sieg smashed the bitter bug in the face and mouth.
"Hmm. Well, let's talk about Grey Ines Navarro as you wish."
"Horus!
One step ahead, General Horus grabs his right shoulder and Dean Lyott shouts out a stop...
"Liot, he's right. In view of the current situation, there is no limit to deception. They are the people he has raised to carry the future empire. I have enough right to know the present of this empire."
"But that's..."
"I don't mind. Principal, I want you to tell me without hiding it."
With his sharp eyes piercing Ronald's rock wall, the dean took his hand off Lord Horus's shoulder and held his mouth firmly.
"Professor Syrabe's real name is Grey Inés Navarro. He was originally just three men of the Millard family, one of the most luxurious on the border."
In a very noisy room where the grass and trees shake. And all eyes were poured into Aqua and Cliff of the same Mirror family.
Cliff chewed his lower lip with an unspeakable expression, and Aqua stared at General Horus with a mysterious face.
"The first time he was recognized in the world was the unprecedented catastrophe that struck his country, the Undead Raid. At the age of only 12, he enlisted on behalf of the Millards and managed to solve it brilliantly."
"It was his one-- No, it was a stupid question."
Ronald's words, in a sense, have acquired great urgency. Over the past few years, I've been seeing a lot of insanity, and I don't think anybody on this scene will ever think that this guy will take a step back when he's undead again.
"Your Majesty will grant you the status of Baron and the name of Inés Navarro, and the territory of Raddle, for your service in the settlement of the Undead Raid."
"Hey, wait a minute, so you're not that different from us. You've grown the ladle that far at your age?
The strength alone still convinces me. But like that ladle town that Professor Sylvie took me for class practice, it was like a different world. Mia and her generation create that sight. It won't mesh.
"That's right. Command and defeat the Royal Army of Amrzese, which was occupying Laddle at the time, and lead the militia of Laddle.
After that, we will do our best to rebuild the radar. There's more. In the slime incident a few years ago, two awakened demon kings were slaughtered on a single horse. Exactly, he is a masterpiece of this empire. "
Speaking so enthusiastically, Sergeant Horus cut out the pitch and the words, making the thin laughter that had come to mind disappear.
"Even with the busy General here, things have changed dramatically around Syrabe, no, Professor Grey. Is that what this is about?
In Ronald's doubt, General Horus pulled his chin.
"Count Grey Inés Navarro is under arrest warrant from the Department of Justice for the murder of Professor Sulte and Professor Lennox. As a result, the temporary professors' council decided to dismiss him as a professor."
Answer something pale and close to a nightmare.
The story of this dismissal just after I told you about Dr. Syrabe's achievements. And, judging by the fanatical but not exaggerated attitude of the Warlord, Professor Gray, it is unlikely that we will be able to keep silent on such an outrage. At this time, Mia was strangely caught up.
"Do my dads think they really did it at this time?
In Alan's fierce anger, General Horus exhaled a loud sigh of contempt.
"Idiot, there's no way he would do such an unproductive act like that chunk of efficiency. Of course, it's a fake plan by idiots."
I assure you, the matter is as expected.
"Then why are you shutting up!?"
"Stupid breath. Think more with your head. What happens if we take him out of this academy now?
If Miss Syrabe is eliminated now, the faction aristocracy will seek to seize the territory of Laddle on the grounds of disqualification. But I don't think Laddle would approve of that. No way...
"Is civil unrest happening!?"
I was raising my voice.
Sergeant Horus catches Ni and the edge of his mouth in Mia's words. Mia also noticed that what they were trying to do was thin. And it's the same for the other students. Your blood is draining rapidly.
"Are you going to dare banish Miss Syrabe from the academy and cause civil unrest!?"
Everyone breathes into Ronald's mysterious doubts. In the meantime, Warlord Horus pulled his jaw wide.
"Exactly, Your Highness. Now that the Eights have fallen victim to the boring desires of the Bonkras, he has finally made up his mind to stand on the stage of this country. That's what I mean."
Spread out your arms and scream as if a bard were to stir up a hero.
"If there is civil unrest, it will cost the lives of countless Emperor citizens!?"
Ronald shouted at me as I approached him.
"Yes, but in the territory of incompetent lords other than civil unrest, there are still a huge number of deaths in progress. If this continues, it will be beyond the reach of the victims of civil unrest."
The Chancellor answers naturally.
"People's lives can't be discussed with such a simple number!
"You're right. Lord Ronald, if this were normal, would you be so right? But you see, this Empire is too sick. Do you know what some idiots are doing in their territory right now?
Everyone took a breath at the passion of General Horus, who gave me a glimpse.
"I don't know. So I want you to tell me."
Ronald squeezes out a trembling voice from his throat as if he were holding back a strong agitation.
"This is a magic experiment using your own people. Already, hundreds of ex-ladlers have been killed. I don't know how crazy those Bonkras are, but they're trying to use it as the main force in the battle against the ladle."
This gesture was not as good as before. It's not impossible. Former Raddlers are also splendid Imperials, as Raddlers have been annexed to the Empire. A magic experiment by the lord at this time against the old Laddo. There must be a strong connection to that transformation of the Eight. And that is tantamount to dyeing the taboos that your own countrymen should never commit.
"Did they turn Eight into something like that?
The noise in the room suddenly diminishes as Pruitt's doubts freeze as he keeps silent until now.
"Nineteen out of ten. If you can change it once, you better think you'll never be able to live again."
"I see....."
Otherwise, Pruitt grabbed his hands while leaning and closed his mouth.
"I won't forgive you... I'll never forgive you! How dare you be so kind to Aichi!!"
As Teresa stood up in tears,
I see. Not to mention using your own people as toys. Don't forgive me.
Hey, you guys think so, right?
Alan also stood up again and asked for permission as he gazed.
"There is no ruler's right to sacrifice innocent people who are supposed to be defended. I don't think I can do it this time either."
With Ronald's consent,
"Don't correct the outrage!
"Yes! This country should have been freed from the powerful!
The excitement rose one after the other. Surprisingly, this voice came not only from S-Class, but also from A-Class students with many children of the sectarian aristocracy.
A few years ago, no one would have been very upset about the lives or deaths of their people. Poor thing, I don't think I was too aware of that kind of other people. And it should have been the same even if students in the same class had been sacrificed.
The voices that still tremble in the classroom have learned various things at this college, gained the power to think for themselves, and started to think about what it really means to be for the country. Above all, a like-minded comrade lost his life as a toy on the sidewalk. I can't forgive you for being crazy!
"If civil unrest is unavoidable, I will help the Imperial Government now."
"But I don't know how to fight a boulder... some of you will fight your parents and brothers, right?
In a quiet room with one casual remark.
"Of course, there's no need to fight. Rather, even if we're halfway into the war, it's just a leg tie anyway. What we're going to do is convince the bloodline aristocracy coalition to break it down. Then we can do it."
"I agree. If the persuasion succeeds and the enemy is gone, their civil unrest will return to the blisters. On top of that, solemnly affirming only the mastermind of foolishness will make things extremely calm, and the sacrifice will be minimized. Hey, that's right, Pruitt!
Alan raised his mouth as he looked up at Pruitt with a ragged expression.
"How long were you going to do that!? That's why the Eights won't laugh at you!
Speak loudly from your head.
Slowly, the usual heat returns to Pruitt's eyes, where the color has completely disappeared.
"Uuuuuuuuu!
Pruitt stood up and lowered his hips to Mia's desk.
"You guys, this is an Eighth Feast! There's a lot to think about. But now let's move on. That's who we are!
Cliff exhaled a lot.
Oh, yeah.
Stand up and nod small.
"I know."
Mia stands up and screams, wiping away the tears that still flow.
"I'll do my best, too. Look, I know my uncles a lot because of my father's relationship."
Teresa answers with her usual cheerful smile.
We all know how well you are. Still, we're moving on now. I felt like that was the right answer.
"To be honest, both His Majesty and Grey ordered us to take no part in this civil unrest."
"Grandpa, that's..."
When Ronald took control of Ronald, who tried to speak out against him, he looked around at Mia and the students.
"I know. I'm sure this is something you need right now. Whatever you like, but if you want to persuade them, they will also attend what they designate as a college, but that's a condition. Is that okay with you?
It was the best suggestion for Mia and the others.
"Enough!
"Sieg, old man, I'm in trouble. Don't be promised anything you don't want to do..."
"No, Liot, this is fine."
Forcefully suppressing the headmaster's complaint, the Warlord said nothing he wanted to convey, but he would leave if he could smile at the usual nihil.
The deans asked me to sit down when I shoved my shoulders.