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

After Gray left the room, Aria ran into a red-haired girl in a maid looking around for her when she left her room and headed to the dining room.

"Aria, now, G - that guy's here!

"If you're a Syllabe (...) professor, I think you've come to visit the dormitories of the S1 class students enrolling this year, but I think you just left."

What came out of my mouth was a false word.

"Yes..."

The retina captured Satella's appearance like the end of the world, and Aria's heart broke again (...), tickling.

(See you later. Why me...)

"Come on, it's dinner. Everyone's waiting, and we'll eat together."

"Ugh..."

To deceive the chest pain, take Satella's right hand and head down the stairs toward the dining room.

Enter the cafeteria of the first dorm of Magic Instruction College. There are countless wooden tables and chairs in a vast space.

And the glassy courtyard landscape on one side mixed with the red sunset to create an indescribable amount of fun.

Dinner is served, and the dining room is already full of dozens of students.

Puzzled by the number of people and the variety and innumerable menu of cuisine, students will be enrolled this year. Magic Instruction College has been able to live a dorm life a month before enrollment, and I'm pretty sure it's the first thing.

And -.

"Yummy...... I've never eaten such delicious food before!

to a female student who shivers her hands with a pull to move a fork,

"Yum, yum, yum"

A male student who puts a special hamburger in his mouth and moves his mouth around the Mogumo.

Until a year ago, a high-end chef belonging to West, who was Rise I's Chamber of Commerce, cooked in this first dorm, but it was too expensive and a considerable burden for the average student.

That's when rumors spread among the students about the Lize Lower Town Association's restaurant.

Because it was affordable for students who couldn't afford it financially, and because their cheeks were so delicious that they seemed to melt, it happened to be a disappointing eagle at the students' hearts, and every night every morning, the students would all go down to the Lower Town of Rise to eat their food.

Ronald, the Crown Prince, is eating there too. The sons and children of the Gatekeeper aristocrats who learned about it will also no longer use the First Dormitory Catering Hall. As a result, the First Dorm Cafeteria will have idle birds ringing, and finally the West Chamber of Commerce retreats. It was the restaurant of the Lower Rise Town Association that was then pushed by the cauldron.

The Lower Town Association of Rise, which even undertook a major renovation of this First Restaurant, even renews the landscape of this First Dorm Catering Hall.

Furthermore, traditionally the student cafeteria was to be spent by the government in half. This means that the students can eat in this canteen for half the usual price. Thus this canteen became a paradise for the students.

"Hey!"

Alan raises his right hand at the window table into view. Is it Pruitt eating in the front seat?

Those two have been especially close since that year-and-a-half ago finals and have always acted together. Of course there are things that are similar in character. Well, isn't it awkward that Pruitt is a little averse to Satella?

"Hey, sit down."

Alan is urging the Arias to take their seats. Well, I guess the only thing he really wants to invite is this red-haired girl next door. Let me distract you. When you make sure Satella sits next to you,

"Well, I'll be the one to order the food. What does Satella want to eat?

"Nothing."

to Satella, who speaks with a voice that is going to disappear,

"Then you can be just like me, right? I'll get it right away, so wait."

Raise your hips from the chair you just sat in and you head to the order counter.

"The hottest rumor in the college right now, you know?

I mouthed it as Alan cheeked the meat deliciously.

"That's a hot rumor. Yes, yes, the usual."

To distract Satella, Alan's guy has spoken a lot of rumors about this hand lately. And, for the most part, it's often a worthless public discourse.

to Aria, who flickers her left hand with half eyes,

"Such dialogue is now too. Don't be surprised, actually."

Alan uttered a rumor. I think maybe this is the time. It was the gear of the Arias' destiny that moved slowly and brutally.