The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

The martial arts games on campus proceeded solemnly. Other than the support of the participating students and the cheering of their classmates for the game of friends, it's not particularly interesting, me and Early watching the game.... or something like that, you could have Early on my shoulder.

- Come on, man, it's in public, right?

- We're all trying a game, so we're good.

Bold daughter-in-law. Sometimes it's the first soft perfume I've ever smelled from her. Wait a minute, wait for my comment?

As for the game, I will focus on Tedio's first battle with Mr. Eckleen, who I personally want to support, except for Marcus.

Mr. Eckleen is equipped with a lightweight knight named Rapier - this time for mock warfare - and a buckler on his left arm.... It's too lightweight and also looks a bit like a female swordsman that is common in fantasy games.

He was usually calm and a graceful courtier, Mr. Eckleen, but waved his sword very belligerently and pleasantly during the game. What is characteristic is the treatment of the buckler on the left arm?

Only about the size of one plate, cleverly use a fairly small shield to deal with the opponent's attack, move, and chisel with a Rapier-shaped simulated sword at the opponent's steep point.... If it was a real sword, the opponent would be throat-piercing and dead. Egg. Egg. No matter how many simulated swords, one wrong step would be a huge injury.

Guest seats were booming when she won, just because of the rather gorgeous battle she looked like.

"That's the manager."

Early said, watching Mr. Eckleen play. For once, Early belongs to the Tea Party Department this afternoon. I'm a ghost agent.

"If Sakilis were here...... I guess I wanted to see you compete."

Sakilis, who became our maid of honor, is an old friend of Mr. Eckleen's. I did want to see that match.

Tedio became acquainted in a relationship that repaired the magic sword Freelentrane in his possession, but even the simulated sword had interacted with enough other students.

……

I wonder what it is. I felt a strong temper from Tedio. More than any student in this tournament, I think I got the feeling that if I win, I win.

As I went deeper into my thoughts, Early turned a nasty eye.

"Maybe, but he, he hasn't decided where to get a job yet...?

The soon-to-be-graduated grade. We should already have a path to follow after we leave school. Those who can be taken up as magical knights, or who return with honorary titles as successors to their homes, etc...

Tedio is out of town. I don't know if it's pretty unlucky to be among the superiors and not yet set a course, or if his job efforts are poor. But what is desperate here is an appeal to external guests - nobles and knights.

For him, maybe it's a last chance. Thinking about it makes me feel sorry for something I quit because it's troublesome.

Some people, like me, who can afford it, are still desperately trying to make a job appeal. Remember the time of life, be blue.

But, well, they say the victory is confirmed. Would it be a slight consolation if I left and didn't interfere with his appeal? Oh, yeah, that's an excuse.

Maybe I've decided to get a job, but I'm desperate for some other reason. For example, if you have a kid you like, and you win, you hang out with him, you know...

Let's not screw around the imagination. It's none of my business.

Marcus made it to the finals well. Marcus looks like a champion even though he's a top 16 contender.

Meanwhile, in the semifinals, Mr. Eckleen and Tedio bumped into each other. If you think which one you should support, etc., the game begins.

Tedio is a furious attack. But Mr. Ecklene, with a thin grin on his lips, let it all go with a buckler.... If Marcus is the king, I wonder if Mr. Eckleen is the Queen's Pierce.

Her aim was clear. A blow. But Tedio showed it to me. Turn your head down and squeeze the attack down your throat. The sword blushes his hair. - No, you, that avoidance would be dangerous!?

The grin disappeared from Mr. Eckleen's expression. I guess she was also upset to feel that her current evasion was close to critical abandonment. But then Tedio's assault, too, Mr. Eckleen kept messing with everything.

But when she abruptly retreated and left the place, she abstained from the game. The venue was also bothered.

- Was the game a bit dangerous now??

There seemed to be other students who felt that way. Mr. Eckleen leaving the venue also looked grumpy.

The finals took Marcus and Tedio. It's us watching from the guest seat.

"Wow, Marcus, I'm mad..."

Marcus was staring at Tedio without having to look at his mouth tied to a single letter. Tedio also looks to his opponents again, but it turns out Marcus' gaze contains the game's otherwise angry.

The game started with a signal to start, but Marcus struck a shield bash and blew up Tedio.

Hit with no hesitation or anything. The fastest I've ever shown. Regardless of that blow, Tedio was defeated and his sword poked at Marcus.

The settlement was really light.

The finals ended in less than five seconds.

To the power of the overwhelming Marcus, the audience, who was often dismayed, began to applaud, as I recall, and gradually turned into fervent applause and cheer of the nobles. I guess the aristocrats felt good too with a pair of armored sleeves touching civilian exits.

Except for the graduation ceremony, the last event ended here. As per his previous reputation, Marcus decided to win.

It should be noted that it took a few scouts from the outfielders watching the tournament, but Marcus said no "because we have already decided where to serve".

After the tournament, when he went to work Marcus, he fell on one knee and took the lead position.

"This victory is dedicated to you."

"Come on, we're watching the others."

The other magical knight students I was watching, they are circling their eyes. Marcus broke his rapport when he stood up.

"On purpose. For the guy who won because you didn't answer."

"This guy."

I turned my hand around Marcus' shoulder and twisted it to head lock from there.

"It's surrender, surrender!

I was laughing and playing, and Early came and put his hand on his own hips.

"By being friendly"

"What, are you jealous?

"I've never had you do that."

If the princess says so obstinately, Marcus becomes frightened and careful. I'll say it's easy.

"Oh, come on, you can't be royal."

I thought it would be nice if I was prowling on the bed - but I just can't say it in public.

"Marcus Boy"

Unexpectedly, I hear a man of his age, and I turn my gaze to you. An elderly man stood reminiscent of some butler. Marcus frowned.

"Will you stop, Jordo?"

"... you know him?

When I heard, a deacon-style man called Jordo was bowing his head deeply to Early.

"He's the butler who serves us."

Marcus answered in a low voice. Marcus is the second son of the Count Valiere family. It's not strange to have a butler at home.

The Jordeau lifted his head and turned to Marcus.

"Boy...... Honey, Dear Marcus. May I have your time?