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

When the magic dance exam concludes Mia's last performance of Class G, Dr. Rebecca approaches.

A serious expression that tightened and glanced at her mouth was clearly too different from her usual laid back, and she accidentally swallowed a saliva.

"Now, the magic you've shown, in this empire - no, do you have any idea what position you're in in in this world?

"Whatever position they say..."

Dr. Rebecca's intentions are not even dusty, and we all look at each other bewildered.

The magic rank shown is the highest (top).

Teacher Shirabe taught the top (top) magic in each of the properties, and gave the task of finishing one of them. Mia and the others have thoroughly studied, improved and created their own magic.

The magic I showed earlier has not even made any improvements, so to speak, it is just the underlying magic that can be activated like breathing for Mia and the others.

Of course, I feel like showing off the improved Mia and the others. However, this dance exam should naturally also include fineness and accuracy in the grading. Just in case there is. So we all discussed it and used the magic that we thought was most certain of ourselves.

"Really..."

Dr. Rebecca put his arms around him with a strange face, and when he was thinking of one person but looked up,

"Don't worry, you guys. Mia, of course, can't believe I'm dropping you guys out of school because I'm never gonna let this happen."

Hold Mia's hands. I'm going to make such a declaration.

Oh, thank you.

While a little confused by Dr. Rebecca's impatience, Mia and the others expressed their gratitude.

After the magic dance exam, a slightly longer break is pinched and the opening ceremony of the team battle is held.

Dean of the College, and a representative of the S-Class - Ronald Rose Archive takes a student oath and the team battle opens.

Most importantly, the Mias G-Class matches were a little further away, and now they were watching other Class matches at the exam venue.

Imperial Demonic Knights College First Arena - one of the two largest arenas that Empire City boasts. A huge facility with three stone cylinders stationary on vast reddish ground and spectator seats present so as to glean around their whole. The facility is provided for College events as well as public events in the neighboring Third District.

"Isn't this the G-Class Reachers!

It is in sight that a small man with his golden hair pruned up like a mushroom brings students in bright white, luxurious robes with mushroom-shaped hair closer to this one.

I remember that mushroom-headed man because he was somewhat long talked about at his admission ceremony and his content was uncomfortable. He is a professor in charge of Class A of Tertiary Regeneration. I do feel like my name was introducing myself to Massie Moore.

"What can I do for you, old man?

Pruitt asks the mushroom-headed male mash on the top of the Buddha.

"You're disrespectful."

Students who still mushroom-cut the long golden hair behind them absurd their voices, but Mash blocked it with his right arm,

"I don't mind. Anyway, today's the day I see this nasty face."

Spread your arms over the overhead and distort your face even happily.

"That's good to hear. You're done for. Just disappear."

"Well, that's not true. I'm in a good mood today because of you guys. Let me thank you."

"Thank you?

Pluto frowning. Even if Mia and the others leave school, Mash, who is already in the professor's position, will never get it. If it has anything to do with...

"That's right. Thanks to you, I can efficiently exit that busy kid. What are you gonna do without thanking me for this?

"What are you going to do to your teacher!?"

"Dude, you're not listening well. Aren't you the ones who let the kid lose his leg?

"Don't be ridiculous! Why are we here?"

"I can't help it. Interesting information coming in from the exams."

"Interesting information, huh?

"Oh, multiple examiners claiming to have a different accent. Mia Curros, you were clearly behaving suspiciously during the exam, and you caught it in the wings of the pen."

Mash nods as he swells his nose like he won.

"That's just Mia's habit!!"

Mia has a bad habit of getting answers in the wings of the pen when thinking about it. I just lose money if they suspect me poorly, and I always try to fix it, but when I think about it with extreme tension, I unconsciously follow it.

"That's not all. The son of the Duke Kruger family in the next seat, Lady Alan, has reported to me that Mia Curros, was the wind you've been writing on the answer sheet all along during the exam. It doesn't matter if the answer sheet is blank. I wonder what this is about?

"So even though that exam officer has erased Mia's answer!

Mia herself was shouting in a surprising belly at Mash's ill-intentioned provocation.

"To blame people, boulders are the genealogy of traitors.

But I know. You weren't sure you'd get enough grades, you were receiving magic equipment from that kid that had the ability to remember and describe letters. And I misactivated that magic fixture, and it became blank. "

It's unscrupulous. If you have such magic equipment, you can do whatever you want, such as injustice. It's a good place to argue.

"Huh? Do you ever have such convenient magic equipment?

Pruitt shares a similar sentiment with Mia as if she was half-witted. to that dialogue. Mash distorted his face ugly,

"Hmm! We've already seized the evidence."

Declare yourself full. The retina recognizes that mash's winning figure, and something cold runs on Mia's spine.

Speaking of which, Mia and Cliff were led to a private room by Dr. Rebecca without time to clean up the writing equipment, so pens and other writing equipment still remained confiscated by them. No way...

"What did you do to Mia's pen!?"

"Is it someone else's fault again? But that clever escape won't work this time. Most importantly, we hold onto physical evidence."

"There's no way I have proof!!"

That's just a feather pen. Naturally, I don't have any other features besides writing.

"Then you just have to think so. But this time we got conclusive evidence of his wrongdoing. His ruin doesn't move anymore."

……

The tears seep in, finally overwhelmed by the seemingly mad anger, remorse, and pity for himself, who has been manipulated by the cowards in front of him.

"Stop it!

A male professor with an all-back blonde hair was stunning enough to pierce the mash.

Behind the man are the bewildered Messalinas, members of the Class A rejuvenation. Mia knows him. Messalina and her class A rejuvenation - Lennox Laflaris, the man.

"Professor Lennox. What are you going to do?

Mash asks Professor Lennox for his sincerity, even though he often flips from his face and frowns uncomfortably.

"It's a fact that hasn't even been finalized yet, and what will upset the current students in the game!

"Students? These guys don't deserve my honorable college. They're incompetent, worthless beasts who'll be expelled soon, right?

"That's why I'm telling you to stop that rambling! All of your actions conflict with the key rules underlying the match. I will report this matter to the Executive Branch!

"Damn! Let's go!!"

Mash spits on the ground, even abominably distorting his face, but taking away the students of the white robe.

"You guys, I'll take care of this here. Never mind, take the exam."

Professor Lennox walks away when he tells Mia and the others that he is not even Nicole.

"What is it now!!"

Messalina ran for a small run after Professor Lennox when he shouted hysterically. The other members of Class A follow without delay as they praise their faces in confusion.

"Let's switch. Which way, right now, all we can do is win the game and make them acknowledge our existence."

Eight turns to Mia and the others and makes such a suggestion with a horrible and solemn face.

"But the teacher..."

Mia tries to open her mouth,

"I told you. All we can do now is not mourn here or worry about the teacher. It's about winning the game. Teachers like us take extra care of things like being worried about hiyoko. Didn't you?"

blocked by a strong tone to the Eight.

"No, you're right. First of all, it's that teacher, right? There's no way an extremely insidious person who seems to think a hundred steps ahead can get caught up in such a fucking mushroom-headed childish rape plot."

"Sure, when you're a demon, if you're a teacher who's fine with devils, you can use the other way around to think about a simultaneous total replacement of college professors."

Cliff puts his hand on his jaw and endorses Pruitt's words.

"Ugh, that's really going to happen, isn't it? Teachers don't seem to have much fun when they're picking on their enemies."

"Uh, I know. I know. It's time for that bandit crusade quest, isn't it? The demons were laughing like they were getting away with it, and they were full of bandit leaders, weren't they?

Pluto narrows his eyes as he looks nostalgic for Eight's thoughts.

"I actually saw the monster fleeing at first sight when I saw the teacher."

Teresa raises her right hand well. No, Teresa, because that's not where I'm proud.

"No, my buddy Merchant used to insist that the teacher was a really horrible person."

"Well, you're actually a horrible person (you) for deciding how to rate your teacher from human to outsider. Well, actually pissing me off scares me."

Everyone nods to Eight's casual whining, yeah, many times.

"Guys, don't say that much. Even a teacher with a thick heart, like a frozen tree, is sure to hurt."

To the very exact words of Mia's commandments,

"No, no, no, because Mia's spicy enough too"

Cliff waves his hands left and right in front of his face.

Zero grin like a weir cut off all the time. Everyone is still anxious, and there is no doubt that it contains strengths. Still, a teacher can't fall into that much of a crowd. That's all I was sure of.

"Let's win. That's the best we've got."

Mia nods loudly at Eight's words, and Mia's struggle begins.