The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

"It's a new makina I've been transferring. Thank you for coming!

Head down in a magic class.

When I greeted the students who were going to be classmates, the boys and girls of the same generation went out of their way.

"Transferred students at this time of year?

"Rare."

"Yabe, you're so beautiful......!

"Pretty ~. Like a princess"

"You're too big a tit..."

"And an angel..."

The young men who aspired to be wizards stood deliberately colored as they turned their curious eyes to Makina. I knew about the adventurer's transfer system, but it was the first time anyone but the King's people actually came into this class.

"Uh..."

About 40 people. Being stared at by so many humans has been a long time for Makina. When Grandel was alive, he had also waved to thousands of folk opponents from the balcony of the castle.

But for Makina, who received an English talent education at the castle, did not attend school, and had few other beings besides Tet in her generation who could be called friends, 'school life' would be her first experience.

Like myself, greeting a young man dealing with magic had a peculiar tension.

"Yes, yes, gentlemen, be quiet"

A long whitebearded instructor slaps his wrinkled hand and notes it with a voice that is old but often passes.

Then, like Dominic, a chivalry teacher, the students closed their mouths without anyone turning against them.

"I've lived out of school as an adventurer, Makina. There are some things I can learn from you. Make yourselves at home while apprenticing your diligence to gain further magical knowledge in this school."

The real purpose is a library that may be in the basement of this school. I feel somewhat guilty when I'm introduced that way because I'm in a position to come and do a secret search. But I didn't give it any expression, and I was determined to behave as just one adventurer.

"So, Makina, your seat... will be good next to 'Erica you'"

The old instructor pointed to the back row of the classroom. It was the seat next to the girl with glasses, sitting at the window.

designated, walking towards that empty seat where no one is sitting. In the meantime, "Regards!" He is called out or gazed at, and returns the meeting small.

From the girls in the same sailor clothes, envy and little jealousy. Boy students in blazer clothes are exposed to a gaze of glimpse. Naturally, there was also plenty of adolescent boys lust mixed in there. It's definitely because the horny crest is responding slightly.

"Nice to meet you"

Sit in the empty seat and say hello to the girl next to you on the left.

The girl was staring out the window with a cheek cane on her desk, but for the first time since she was called out, she turned to Makina.

"... Hi"

She was an eyeglass girl with three long black hair knitted and dripping from her right shoulder. The old lecturer called it 'Erica', but he didn't name himself. It was just a small, hard-to-call response to a greeting into a makina.

She looks beautiful, but doesn't feel very social. From the looks and words, I got the impression that I was a cool person. Sitting at the far end of the classroom, the rear end of the window seat, also reinforces that image.

After greeting Aerica like that, I also thought I had to greet the person in the right seat. But even when I turned right, there was an empty seat.

And when Makina confirms that she's seated, her squeaky voice sounds in the classroom again.

"Now, let's start the lecture quickly. To capture your first semester's summaries and your strengths, let me show you the strength of your skills."

Abrupt pluck test. The students were not informed or raised an overtly unpleasant voice.

But the voice of the old instructor, laughing loudly, had a 'strength' that he could not say whether or not. To the evidence, if the instructor patted his fingers like dead branches, all the classroom windows opened on their own - a gust of windows in the room took 40 young men out the window.

An old lecturer who carried everyone in the classroom to the courtyard with wind magic. He himself fluttered down the wind to the ground and said flatly, "Because this is not a better waste of class time," but everyone, including Makina, was sincerely surprised. It was thrown into the sky without any explanation.

"Now, in order of number, be free to perform your magic."

The large courtyard of the school was equipped with a 'medium' that would have been prepared in advance. Fire, ice columns, plants, iron masses… Fountains originally installed. A substance that assists (assists) in changing magic when transforming it into magic. With or without it, magic changes a lot.

"Let me show you the knowledge and skill you have, Makina."

And the practical exam was started.

"- Flair!"

The magic of a male student who opens a book of magic is granted to the burning fire to raise a great pillar of fire.

The classmates voiced their admiration for the power of raising the ambient temperature all at once, and the old instructor had a satisfied look on his face.

"Hmm. That's good inside."

The class to which Makina belonged was a gathering of honorary students, also known as the 'first class' among magicians. There are classes of therapeutic magic and pharmaceutical specialties even if you say 'magic department' in a bite, but this first class learns and masters the discipline (genre) of 'magic' itself all round.

Assigned with strength, not age, this class brings together future elite wizards with sufficient knowledge and strength to brush their arms day and night.

"Next then. Erica, you."

"... Yes"

When about half of the class showed strength, Aerica's turn in Makina's left neighbor's seat came around.

She raised her glasses with her fingertips and placed a cane about the length of the fountain pen - the tip of which was pointed against the plant in the plant pot.

"'Leaf Strange'"

Aerica's magic keeps the little seedlings growing. Then he stretches his branches beyond the height of a man, increases his leaves, and adds red fruit.

And that didn't end there. When Aerica waves the wand further, the plant responds to its movements and grows in an unusual, twisted motion.

"Ooh......!?

One of the students leaks his voice.

It didn't just end with the magic of growth - Aerica's botanical magic made her try to turn her little seedlings into 'sculptures'.

Using branches, spreads and leaves, he draws out there a human wearing a green robe. The whole plant was as if it had turned into one wizard.

"You're Joseph the Great Wizard...!

"Awesome......!

"Boulders are brilliant!

Behind Aerica, nature and applause wind up.

Speak of plants. The opponents are life. Changing that into such a complex, artistic form was by no means a parallelism.

"Ho ho ho. I didn't expect you to accomplish anything you didn't teach. That's a gift of effort. Inspiration, Inspiration"

"... no"

The old lecturer also praised, but Erica was not greatly pleased or pleased. With sweat on his forehead, he may not have been able to do it satisfactorily in person.

(This is Square School...... Are you a magician in the Kingdom of Britannica......)

Even after Erica, students perform their magic one after the other.

If a young man of such strength were within Grandell, he would undoubtedly be scouted by the Grandell Magic Division. Not so long ago, they all had great strength.

"What shall we do…"

Makina just thinks a little. But when Aerica saw the sculpture of a hero made of plants (Joseph the Great Wizard), she decided what magic to use.

"... then last but not least, Mr. Makina"

Finally, when it's time for a beautiful girl to be transferred, the gaze of the students gathers. It looks beautiful, but how much magic does it possess? The young people of Britannica were interested in something called the magic of the adventurer's handling.

"Frozen"

With a hint of glance on her back, Makina waves her favorite magic wand. And I let the fountain magically ice marinate.

"Oh, oh..."

Tons of moisture were frozen in an instant. That's certainly awesome. But - you were expecting too much, and the excitement of the students was not good.

"Frozen"

But. The magic of Makina, what you want to do, is not the end of it.

"Frozen, Frozen, Frozen, Frozen"

……

Four, five, six and. Even if all the water in the fountain freezes, it keeps converting its own magic into ice and shooting it out.

And the ice-column grew bigger and bigger - almost the same height as the tree Aerica grew.

"Windcutter"

Sharpen the ice column with a blade of wind.

A freely moving sickness saw (scarecrow) creates a sharpening cushion of ice that reflects sparkle and sunlight, cooling the summer courtyard.

That's how it was shaped by an armored knight made of ice, bravely standing next to the great wizard of a tree. It is Arthur Grandell, the Knight King, the ancestor of Makina, equipped with two swords.

"Su, wow..."

"Crimson Flare, Thunderstorm Eh"

That's the end of the arrow tip the students thought. Makina cast more magic.

Let the Ice Statue of the Knight King unleash flames and electric shocks. The magic fire wraps around the sword to the extent that it does not melt ice, granting (enchanting) a thunderbolt to the other holy sword.

"... Phew"

Done with this. The refreshing look of Makina, who exhaled satisfactorily and lowered her cane, told the story.

"Become..."

But everyone, including Erica, can barely speak. He was drained of his liver far more than when he was transported up in the air by wind magic.

The magic of multiple attributes was repeated one after the other. Many shots of ice magic were used, wind blades were precisely manipulated, and the magic of flames and thunder were activated simultaneously. And that, continues to persist.

"This... this much... magic...!

Erica had already noticed. That the magic of Makina is far more immense than we are.

But for Makina, it was already a 'normal' realm. By being engraved with horny marks (Gerwes), having intercourse and being semen poured, I have continued to learn new magic and increase my magic.

"It can be activated and sustained…. It's a stopped object..."

Bumps and squeaks, reflecting on his own magical work.

Makina was trying to deal with two kinds of magic at the same time, like her ancestors, Arthur. This ice statue is also part of that practice. It is not difficult to impart magic to immobile objects.

But King Arthur was simultaneously manipulating the magic of another attribute as he ran through the battlefield and waved the sword of divine speed. It's still a long way to go.

"... that?

Well, that would still be the point, when Makina gave her self-assessment. I just realized that my surroundings were slightly quieter.

If you turn around, the students at the school are out of line. "Shit," Machina froze her spine.

"Su, Suimasen......! Was it just one use of magic......!?

The other students have only shot magic once before. But I shot myself, many times, indiscriminately for the reason that 'I can'.

I thought it was my first day in the transfer and I made it look sober - a moment of impatience. The old instructor opened his mouth gently.

"Ho ho ho. Mr. Makina... if you're that strong, I don't think you'll learn anything more from me now."

Skilled wizards also tattoo me. The arrow tip, which I was trying to keep from being too conspicuous, the topic "A hell of a wizard adventurer has been transferring in" since the first day, led me to run around the school.