The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Azry-kun, I missed you during the Dineia holidays ~"

"Oh, uh... all the time... really..."

"Dineia, Azley, you're in trouble. Any further proximity to you, Azley, penalizes you, doesn't it?

"Mm-hmm. Warren, that's not a good way to monopolize you, Azley."

Sweet, glossy voice through my ear. The breath hanging in my ear hardens my spine.

You still have the same tone.

Warren sits in the back of the center of the Student Autonomous Association Room, on the right hand side from the entrance and exit of the classroom. This is the seat of the white faction.

The seat closest to Warren's seat is Vice Chairman Jeanne. She is currently out in the courtyard overseeing friendly matches for each grade.

And the accounting dinaire and the secretary me are sitting down. A black faction with its face-to-face seats, the "Dando" of Student Autonomous Association wind discipline and the "Luna" seats of general affairs exist.

Dando mostly does patrols within the university, Luna is chased by chores and is constantly running around. So now it's just me and Warren and Dineia in the Student Autonomy Club room.

I have compiled the report and submitted it to Warren.

Me and Warren are busy, but Dineia is apparently free.

It will probably be after the aggregation of goodwill match relationships is put together that we will be busy accounting.

"... Well, until the four-bar match of the black faction, two days later. I'd like to hear from you, Azley, a freshman, about the four people you're planning to attend."

Warren, who would have been unavailable, attacked me without a hand.

"... me, don't I look busy right now?

"What, you just have to move your hands, ears and mouth separately. It's something to learn to do while doing something else. So, Ornell, let's hear it from you."

Warren is bullying me.

I see, is this the one called power harassment?... Remember that?

"... you're still just the chief. The subordinate magic is perfect. They're starting to get their hands on intermediate magic these days, aren't they?

"Oh, at this time of year... I see, inside"

But even though I do say it's amazing, I guess it's not compared to Warren's freshman years.

Warren himself is not very surprised, and Dineia is to a point of zero.

Warren the Black Emperor. The man closest to the Royal Magistrate......? Which.

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Warren.

LV: 77

HP: 1488

MP: 2561

EXP: 1541806

Special: Attack Magic "Up", Auxiliary Magic "Up", Recovery Magic "Up"

Title: Upper Mage, Chief, Student Autonomous Chairman, Black Emperor, Six Law Candidate, Rank B, Seeker, Charisma

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... I wish you hadn't seen it.

Unsurprisingly, the rank is low, but that probably doesn't give you a chance to go outside if you're doing something like president of the Student Autonomous Association.

But your other abilities are overwhelming. Great balanced status.

Compared to that, I...

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Azley

LV: 64

HP: 1182

MP: 17093

EXP: 448690

Special: Attack Magic "T" - Auxiliary Magic "Up" - Recovery Magic "Up" - Refined "Up"

Title: Fools, Bigots, Immortal Candidates, Mages, Alchemists, Canes, Royalists (Tentative), Teachers, Rank A, Chief, Dads, Tauntless, SS Killing

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... you haven't lost, have you?

But why would Warren be an upper magician and I just stay a magician?

Is there some kind of condition that needs to be cleared?

I've been able to prove it, but it looks like it was written off in the last SS kill.

The screwed up status of positive and negative titles striking each other out. I have to work out and erase the negative titles at all costs. After all, it was a failure to take on the job here.

I can't help but take Lina hostage.

"Well, you're next, Middles, what about him?

"Hmm, you're good at attack magic, so that's pretty much an intermediate range. However, I was wondering if it is inferior to Ornell in balance because the others are negligible.... but I think it would be troublesome to get it in tune, right?

"There is no means of confrontation…. How's Mr. Idea?

"She's a balancing type that feels like she's not going to step into Ornell. But her wand technique has something to keep an eye on. If you can flirt with a move, you could win."

"Ho, you're looking closely"

Those are the three people who act so prominently, it would be harder not to look at them.

"Finally...... is it Mr. Lina? This one was your godchild... was it, Mr. Azley?

"Right."

"I heard you haven't been coaching lately?

"He wants to fight me in a friendly game, so I'm off till it's over"

"Hmm...... how is she? I don't hear very remarkable stories..."

"Come on... what do you think?

Warren showed me a rare and troubled response.

"... that you haven't grasped your godchild's abilities?

"Oh, they've become Rank C adventurers, haven't they? He's a good healing magician, so a junior attack may not even be"

"Oh, is that about it..."

"And originally... you're a swordsman. And if she didn't resign, she'd be chief."

"Oh, if you say so, you did. I see, is that right... well, Azley, is that your tattoo?"

That doesn't feel right. I laughed a little. This guy.

What the hell are you up to?

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The following day, a tournament table was affixed to the bulletin board in the university.

"... I see, is this who that nasty grin is"

"Master, what is this?

"Lina vs. Ornell, Lina vs. Middles, Lina vs. Idea. I mean... as long as we beat Lina, it means black."

It's a combination table with the Chairman's unpleasant personality.

"If two or more of them beat Mr. Lina, those two will fight and decide. Is that so?"

I nod at Porch's supplement and see Lina's face looking at the bulletin board as well.

He looks anxious, but he doesn't seem to be broken. I have strength in my eyes.

"Chairman Warren has the right to decide on the tournament, but being so outspoken... those three prides would hurt"

"But what do you think? Can you beat those three, Mr. Lina?

"I think Middles and Ideas can handle it..."

"Something to worry about?

"If it was a series of wars, the magic might be tough...... no, it would have been once. You won't like my backup... and what Lina will do.... but we can only support you."

"Hey......"

Talking to Porch like that, at some point Lina stood in front of us. You look like you're saying something.

Something to say here too......

"Lina, it's an arm show."

"... wait!

Quiet but determined and enthusiastic face. Looks like you blew it off in my words.

I want you to do your best.

"Oh, you're so confident! Good luck!

Porch told me to speak for my words.

I can see Ornell, Middles and Idea scratched in the distance. Idea got along with Lina too, but you'd be surprised at this result.

The three of them look at Ki, and Lina, and Lina takes it from the front. You're really getting stronger. This kid.

Those guys are more of a fighting stripper than hostility......

This is... Looking forward to tomorrow.

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Goodwill Match Freshman Black Faction Decision Tournament Day.

On this day Lina will fight in the order of Idea, Middles and Ornell.

The face of first-year visitors, lecturers, and student autonomy gathered at the Magic Museum.

Idea already has a cane, in the center of the Devil's Museum, in the center of the dueling ground. Yeah, it's where me and the three of us once fought.

Porch approaches Lina, who shows up a little late. To Lina, who was not always the same, a twist ran around her.

"Oh, come on, seriously..."

"Are you kidding me?

"It's a sacred event."

I heard voices like that from around me.

I can hear the poaches running to Lina far away and properly rejoicing. Because now she was just like me and Porch knew.

What you can carry on your hips is a sword. Doesn't look like a robe. That look exactly like a warrior.

There was the figure of Lina, an apprentice swordsman, who had Ryan as his mentor and grew up watching a swordsman named Reed and Mana up close.

She headed to the center where Idea was and came back to me after Porch dropped it off.

"Master Master, this is getting interesting!

"The hard-headed people don't understand the outfit, but the magician's physical training used to actually take place. Honestly, I don't have a goddaughter."

"Yes!"

Deny it.

"Ah, here we go!