The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The premises given to Class G are, in fact, quite large. For once, their intentions are clear that they have provided the location.

I am now teaching on the subject of the most basic magic [Windblade (Windcutter)] in the Institute of the Knights of Magic. If you don't feel comfortable using the magic you're most used to, it's another dream like new magic.

"Seriously, that's a tough future..."

Even in a bad way, it was generally a situation that did not betray expectations.

Theresa has chanted many times, but the most basic magic control is impotent. No matter how much you do with that, the magic can't be activated.

In Cliff, the magic control itself is in place, but it is not sufficient for the amount of magic required to enter the magic word (rune). Perhaps it has saved the magic of unconscious pouring out of the fear of outbursts.

In contrast, on the top of the Buddha, Pruitt boy is hitting the big tree with an axe. It is only inefficient, such as the fact that Pruitt, which conflicts with appearances and is a frail physique, performs such manual labour.

The last Mia...

"[Windblade (Windcutter)]!"

"Whoa!!?"

A blade of wind passes through Pruitt's facial sleigh, ripping off the big tree.

cutting and falling trees, even as they tear eyes,

"Hey, willing to kill!?"

Raise your voice of criticism to Mia.

"I knew you couldn't..."

to Mia looking at her right hand with a shunned look,

"Damn it! I almost got two!!"

Pruitt folds on Mia,

"Wouldn't it be bad for you to be bluffing, too?"

Cliff mouths sarcasm.

"Ah!? No kidding! What's wrong with your mouth?!"

"You're busy at the civilian level. Watch your mouth!

Finally, it develops into a stare and a shout of curse.

By contrast, Mia, the original killer, is shocked that the magic control is not good, and leads to Oki, who becomes shombolished.

In Teresa, she had picked flowers to bloom on the ground and started making flower decorations.

(This is a grade collapsed elementary school or not!!)

I held my head, even as I raised such a scream in my heart.

All you need to complete the first challenge (mission) is to earn three new median (middle) magic. [Wind blade (wind cutter)] is out of the question.

The material given to them by Siege also asks them that they are people who can make daily efforts, and they have the talent to just clear them. I also think I take my magic training seriously every day.

Yet this is also gudagda, because somewhere in their minds they have sweetness to themselves.

Being pessimistic and suspending thoughts is, of course, rhetorical discourse such as fighting and starting to play.

"I stopped."

If that's the case, we need to track the way we do it. That saggy loser guts won't follow my challenge (mission). Losing your life early is visible.

"Spy, are you there?

"By your side."

A man in black cloth hidden in a black cloth all the way to his face was kneeling beside me.

"Yes, yes, attention!!"

I slap my hands and force everyone's gaze at me.

"I'll have you fight this man now. There are no victory conditions. Stay alive. That's all."

"Huh? What are you talking about?!?"

Identification, eyebrows and high-pressure objections to Pruitt,

"That's right! I work for class G (Falling Out). You're also eligible for exclusion from this academy anyway, right? Then shut up. I win my own pass and show it to you!!"

Cliff inspires himself in words with good prestige but no foundation.

I didn't even point my gaze at the students, and when I approached the spy,

(Give those four a little fear. However, it is strictly forbidden to hurt you)

The spy had put his hand on his chin and thought,

(Hopefully, I will terrorize those things and be satisfied with the five bodies?

Five bodies satisfied. Well, you're right. A spy is a man who can. I'll take care of it. It'll be fine.

(Uhm. Please. I'll take a few seats off the next plant)

(Your Grace!!)

A spie drooling over my head on my ass. I moved to the first floor of the Sagami Mall in Straheim.

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Returning to class G grounds, four children with a bright blue, bloody face.

Everyone's previous momentum had disappeared perfectly.

Cliff held his squat head, “ I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't defy you anymore! So I don't like spiders anymore!! ” groaned Pruitt, only holding his own body in silence and trembling.

Teresa has a dry laugh at the trees.

As for Mia, she was blowing bubbles and fainting perfectly.

Hmm. That's a fine finish as a stand up.

"Align!!"

I raise my voice, but not one reaction. Um, what I did, wasn't there enough fear?

The beginning of everything is the key. First of all, we need to give fear from the bottom of our souls so much that we are not willing to defy them.

"Mr. Spy, apparently, your education wasn't enough. I'll take my seat off, please."

"Yes!"

As the spy takes a step, Cliff and Pruitt stand up as if they were springing, pinning their spine out in front of me.

By contrast, when Teresa goes to Mia's,

"Mia, if you don't wake up, those kids are coming up again. Lots, lots coming!

When I make a statement that doesn't make sense, I shake both Mia's shoulders with gras, my eyes pat open, I rise, I change my blood phase and I join in. Late to Mia in a hurry and Teresa also tried to join the line.

"Um, looks like we're all here."

I made sure the last Teresa lined up and I nodded satisfactorily.

"Really, Master, don't yell at me"

And I overheard the words of a shuddered murmur, and I decided to give each of them instructions.

Anyway, the first starting point is to be able to freely handle the magic of lower (low) levels as soon as possible. Even this challenge (mission) cannot be completed by the current Pruitts. If you keep going next, you'll die.

You want to start with Teresa? I can't even talk to you if you don't learn magic control. I have just the right magic equipment.

Remove the bag from the item box and place it in front of Teresa.

"What is this!?"

Theresa began scrutinizing when her eyes glowed and she took the bag without even showing the slightest dust of her earlier intense anxiety as to whether the spy disappeared and was relieved.

(She's a horribly fast switching daughter)

"Really, I want to apprentice you too."

All this time, I agree with Mullah. As you can see, Teresa may have a weak way of educating us on our regular path.

"Those are magic bags. Adjust."

This is a [moving reservoir education VER]. For the convenience of the logistics of the members of the Chamber of Commerce, I purchased a magic bag as a sample from Gilles and had the technical department investigate some of it, which was improved by the permanent workshop for magic education purposes. It was borrowed earlier from a nursery run by the [Revise Family].

Compared to magic bags, it has up to fifty times the capacity and can be adjusted (formatted) in five levels: Easy, Standard, Hard, Professional and Gods. After clearing the hardware, no further adjustments are required, but the adjustment itself can be made, and upon clearing the Gods mode, the bag will shine gold and a clear prize will appear in the bag. Such a system.

With navigation that if you cage the right magic in a certain order, the colour of the bag changes and instruct the next amount of magic with audio. A friendly setting that can also be used for young children who are not focused because it is a game-like method.

In other words, this is an item to gain magic control capabilities for young children.

"Er!! Teresa, I'm not good at adjusting!

Teresa pointing her mouth and saying objections. Damn, I don't think she's the same girl I was so frightened of earlier. In other words, I can't read ahead of her thinking. I'm the worst type.

"I know. I guess you can't do it rather than not like it?

"... yeah"

He nods small as he bites his lower lip in regret.

"Follow the navigation on that magic bag, dye it and show it."

"So..."

Again, from Teresa's magical bag trying to open her mouth,

'Come on, guys, first of all, you're not caging Magic 2 in a bag. I wonder if I can. ”

The voice of a sweet woman you hear.

"Hehe!?"

Teresa looked around and found out that a voice was coming out of her bag, and began to play innocently with her bag so that the puppy could be screwed with a joyful face.

For the time being, this is fine with Teresa.

"Well, next time -"

My half-brother - when I turn my gaze to Cliff, I stiffen my body in a vicious manner.

Like Linda from what I've been through, I have no good impression of this kid either with fine dust.

Sure, Cliff is arrogant, shallow, and doesn't know the world. With my mother-in-law and Linda, I don't remember any emotions other than offense about the fact that I was abusing my servants.

But that's all. I've never committed a sin that crossed a person's realm like my mother-in-law or Zook. Given my age of only seventeen, I can still go back... should.

This is the best thing I know about how much people change in one education. It's still too early to let go. That's what I feel.

Plus, the Millards have Sebastians and dams. If Cliff succeeds in the remodeling (brainwashing) of his next master, everything will be well carried. Yeah. What a good idea!

"Klama!"

A man with sharp eyes appeared like a bearded eagle,

"O my Lord, the Most High. I am so glad you called me."

Put your right hand on your chest and bow your head respectfully.

"I'm sorry, but I want you to play with the kids there"

Klama fixed her gaze on Cliff and narrowed her eyes sooo,

"May I be handicapped?

"Oh, I don't mind."

"Hey, wait a minute! Why me!? First of all, you treat her too differently!!"

smiling at Cliff, who sometime throws his diligent rescue gaze like a puppy pulled away from his mother dog,

"Take him!!"

Spin the word of acquittal.

Hehe, I'm sorry. My half-brother. Unlike Teresa, you have no hesitation. [M] Let you be the pillar of the Millard. [M]

"Yes, I don't like it!!"

Even with an unusual and pitiful scream, Cliff is dragged into the woods by a viciously distorted Klama grabbing her back collar. If you think you're literally going to die, you're going to be blowing up fear of an outbreak or something.

"The Devil or... Nanbu"

And at the bottom of my heart, a murky voice echoed in my head like a donkey.