The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

What is this freshman representative...... I wonder why I faint when I haven't done anything......

"And why didn't I carry it!

"Yes, Master, you're good! You're good!

"Mine is in the realm of masters! Come on, help me!

"Whatever the Magic Museum is, it can't be transported to the emergency room if it gets huge."

Nirvana.

I was on my way to the emergency room in the east wing, carrying Ornell after a battle I couldn't call a battle. Together, Porch.

"Hey, it's time to tell me about the fire earlier!

"It's a little special fire. That's it!"

"What the fuck, asshole! And even Givin Magic earlier is incredibly resilient, at least tell me it's official!

"Why don't you just look and steal it?

"You can't remember that in such a flash!

Mr. Eileen is accompanying you.

What a hustling little girl. Again, it shouldn't be very noticeable... but can we do more than this has happened?

Let's go to college as mysterious men. Well, now we're one step closer to being wise.

"Are you thinking about something weird?

"Well, it's the face I see every once in a while, but when you look like this, you're probably thinking about something stupid."

"You guys don't know my noble thoughts... hey, is this the emergency room?

"Well, look at the plate and you'll see."

Sure, the plate-written ambulance letter at the top of the drawer.

When Eileen opened the door, there was an old man in white sitting in a chair drinking tea.

"Sorry to bother you, Billy."

The man, called Billy, turned his body and reacted to Eileen's voice.

Small round glasses, forehead wrinkles prominent, long hair that would have naturally turned white are tied in the collar-foot area.

"What is it, Eileen? Did you finally kill a student with your skills?

"Well, I'll kill you before I do. Azley, this grandfather is Billy, this college... no, the restorative magic authority of this country."

"It's Azley. During a practical skill class... perhaps out of fear of battle, I've brought you here, the fainted Ornell."

"Fight? It's not that time of year yet, is it?... What's going on, Eileen?

Billy stares at Eileen with a low grunt and a sharp eye.

That Eileen is pointing that way with her arms around her.

"It's like a personal fight. Mr. Eileen just allowed it."

"... Hmm, well, I hope I don't die. Put the patient down on the bed there."

"Yes."

"Mm... this dog... no wolf? Is she your messenger?

"I say Porch. It's the emergency room, so I'm telling you not to go in there."

As I was putting Ornell down on the bed, Billy spotted a pouch outside the drawer leaving it open and watched as he adjusted his glasses.

Porch covered his eyes with his forelegs, embarrassed to be seen all the time in his first meeting.

"... Um, what is it?

Porch asks looking at Billy from the gap in his forefoot.

"Hmmm............ that's adorable"

Because she's a female.

"Billy's an animal lover."

Come on, come on in.

"Ah, yes..."

"Oh... did I mention you, Azley?

"Yes."

"You are a good master, a demon of such a desecrated use is rare. Even if it's a canine, it's not something you can do inside."

Well, did I ever pound?

"Yep, because I beat the master!

"I'm going to take that in silence."

"Yes, I was firmly ruined!

"It's too late!

"Ha ha, I see, friendship? Then I'm convinced.... Porch, come visit me here in your spare time. Let's get you some sweets."

Billy said so by dropping his hips to the height of Porch's eyes.

I see you really like animals.

"Yes."

"Um, good."

"Um..."

"Mm, what is it?

Recovery magic authority...... worth asking for.

"I'm pretty bad at restorative magic. If you don't mind, would you mind giving it to me later, Professor?

"Not even my classes... Hmm, I wouldn't mind"

"Hey, Billy's a black faction, huh? I'll teach you the magic of recovery!

Eileen interrupts.

"Well, were you a white faction?"

"If you care about that kind of harm, I'll refrain, too, will it be difficult?

"No, I don't mind. You're the first person in freshman year to say that to me. I see you've got an interesting young man coming in, Irene?

"... I won't give it to you, hey!

When did you get my ownership?

When I closed the emergency room door, I tried to go back to my room. But Eileen grabbed my cape.

"... what is it?

"Azley is the only one who can make me look so bad in front of him, right? You only have enough plans today to go to the guild, don't you? Stay with me for a little while. Here we go."

Without waiting for my response, Eileen pulled me off and walked out.

And Porch escaped. Apparently he doesn't like Eileen either.

"I'm free, treat me!

Hey, we haven't been out of the ER for a minute yet!?

Porch went inside the emergency room drawer, only one forefoot out of the door and shook at me.... you traitors.

I was brought up to the second floor of the east wing to be dragged. Because of this, the emergency room is on the ground floor.

"Is this... the Student Autonomy Office?

"Yes, I'm an advisor here."

Prestigious every time, but don't you get tired?

Six magicians may refer to people with strong habits.

"Sounandescar"

"I'm already really busy, come on in!

Eileen opened the door and let me into the Student Autonomy Office so I could push in.

And, naturally, a person in black sitting in the back of the center. Warren, president of the Student Self-Government Association. Glasses gleam and lean against the chair, making it look younger.

"Oh, dear Eileen... and... Azley, is that you?

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You never said hello?

"Master Dragan's apprentice, Egg, saved your life, and the chief passer of this university. And take down the Ballad Dragon... you think I don't know?

"Hey, I heard from Dragan, but this is the first time I've heard about the Ballad Dragon!? You knocked that one down?

Irene rocks my body as if dealing with things.

"When I went to take him down, he was already dead. I just collected the collection and came back."

"Oh, did I? Well, that's because I just happened to see you near the material store, too. Sounds like the information was flawed...... but you interpret it as having the strength to go knocking him down, right?

I see, don't go into it quite a bit. He's a bad type in a different way than Eileen.

I'm dying for some sweets too...

…………

"I will take silence as yes, will you?

"... amazing. I can't believe you have enough strength to defeat a Rank A monster.... No, but if you have a Level 100 user demon, or...?

"You're a doggie, so even if you think about being somewhat incapacitated, you can take it down somehow."

He's the one who's going to say it in a nasty way.

Sure, the user demon is the user demon, but it is inside that they say "that" a friend. But the other guy still has to deal with it calmly as a child, as an adult.

"... So, what brings you here for, Mr. Eileen?

"Oh, that's the thing... Azley, why don't you join the student self-government club?

"No, that's fine. Bye."

I said no with my hands in front of me. Moment after moment, Warren clapped his hand and ruled the space.

"It won't be too late to listen, Mr. Azley."

"It doesn't change my opinion."

"I'm sure you'll get a good reply."

Then Warren opened the scroll on his desk and showed it to me.

"Oh, that's..."

"Yes, your contract is managed by Master Irene, but this contract… Mr. Lina's contract is under my control. If this becomes public, Lina will be expelled from school... How about it?

Warren smiles invincibly.

That contract is definitely a contract I faked.

It's a contract that I edited in a letter edit and then disguised (,,,) again that Lina's should never be the only one... why did it go wrong?

"How did you find out...? Indeed, with regard to your contract, Part A was only part B. You can find out this by hand. You thought so and made yourself a lightning rod. But Lina's share didn't look like she was messed with at all"

Yes, after editing, I erased the letters and used the magic of filling in new letters from above.

Changed items in the contract after the contract is signed do not make sense, but only change (,,,,,,) is possible.

"That was disastrous. That's why I thoroughly examined this contract. So, what do you say? Even leading magicians had erased traces of magic that were supposedly difficult, clean and refreshing.... was spotted because of perfection. That's the thing. but I'm afraid for you, Azley. I didn't think I'd be able to take two days just for this... No, it's a great thing."

As expected, you're black in the belly, too.

"... Why does Mr. Eileen want to include me in the Student Autonomy Association?

"We just want to keep the research as close as we can."

"Why would Mr. Warren, a black faction, want to let me in?

"Student Autonomous Associations are symbolic of the students. That's why you can't have that symbol without being balanced. Since the last fourth grade graduation, the balance of this autonomous council has been a little off."

"I mean, the number of black and white factions is starting to skew," he said? Does calling me mean that the white faction is small... "

Warren quickens up her glasses and smiles.

"That's the thing. Already in your freshman year, Azley, you are a troubled child. At the same time, it is made public that he was the chief. I have the strength to enter the student autonomy association, and I can also claim that the student autonomy association is' to manage the problem children '. And most importantly, you are a white faction. You can't miss a good place like this."

"... if I join this Autonomous Society, I will not ask you about that contract... No, will you leave it with me?

"Fine. But there's no such thing as a contract for one or two female students, and there's no work to be done under the authority of the chairman."

Warren circled the contract with a grin and gave it away before.

I accept the scroll and check the contract again. It was definitely something I edited.

"Ha-ha-ha. It's settled."

"Competent people are welcome, Mr. Azley?

Within that day, I joined the Student Autonomous Association.

As I picked up my pouch to the emergency room with my shoulder dropped, a swollen pouch of stomach rested in the hallway in front of the emergency room with a happy face.

I've been listening for awhile to sound painful, pushing the swollen tummy of my sleeping pouch.