The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Oh, did you notice that one? It's you, Azley."

"You can flatter me, Your Highness Chairman Warren."

"Ha ha, I'm not flattered."

"If you don't even have that dry laugh, it sounds like it."

"Oh, excuse me, it's a habit."

"This will keep Jeanne from coming to this student council room again."

"Really, why aren't you coming..."

"I hate you, you do. He hated me even more the way I fought today, I'm sure."

"Why do you hate it..."

"Isn't that where you can swim while it's all visible?

"Oh, that's a new discovery."

I guess it's because I'm tired of dealing with them.

After that award ceremony, I'm in the Student Autonomy Office with Warren to leave Frankfurt's naughty Porch with Lina and prepare for a job interception that would be chased after a friendly game.

As always, I was used to responding by moving my hands to see if I had been trained in the past few months to deal with a noisy Warren. I guess I do have the talent to use people.

"Well, I still do my job, and I have both the expectations and the practical abilities. Vice Chairman Jeanne."

"Yeah, I'm helping too. Looks like she got an offer from the Guardian Magic Corps of the Memorial in this friendly match, so there won't be a problem with the path."

"Speaking of which, where is the chairman's aspiration? It seemed like the first time I saw you when I spoke to Mr. Gaston before, but are you still a guardian magic soldier aspiration?

"Guests from the Twelve change every year. Speaking of which... did you decide to be a guest this year because of Gaston's strong request?

That's what Warren looks at me with her glasses up.

It's like saying, "I'm here for you." No, you're right because you're actually here.

Ignore this. Ignore this. Besides, I haven't heard Warren's answer yet.

"Heh heh heh, well fine. My aspiration is… a country."

"Does that mean you're going to be a hexagon?

"No, it's more up there."

"............ you think you're gonna be a black representative?

"Oh, did you know"

"Yeah, well.... but why did you tell me? You could have turned down my question, right?

Warren puts his fingers around my words and leaves his body behind the chair.

But as soon as I thought I had deposited it, I corrected my posture again.

"Hmm...... right. So let's say no to that question."

It's a disgusting laugh.

"... you have a bad personality..."

"You deserve praise for your guts before me, Mr. Azley."

"That's the kind of word I heard somewhere..."

"Probably Master Eileen, isn't it?

"Oh, I think so."

"Hehe hehe. By the way, Mr. Azley, you said you found the body of the Ballad Dragon before, right? It was a brilliant slash, quite skillful or something?

"What is it, really sudden? Sure it is, though?

"I finally know who that is today. This is Charlie, who was a guest today."

"Oh, of a thousand swords... well understood, huh?

"When I spoke to you earlier, you yourself told me about martial arts."

There was also a healthy warrior college president.

I've seen it from afar, but it's like a monster. I doubted my eyes that a dragan like a bear would look small.

Gaston standing next to him was like a child.

Well, it's certainly not an impossible story if you're one of the six brave men. It's near Bailanaea, and most importantly, he looks like he'd do it if he were that grandfather.

"Was I? I'll talk to Lina later."

"Be my guest. Now that I've cleared up my job, I'll excuse you first. Return the keys to the instructor's office as usual later."

"Yes, I understand"

That's what Warren said and left the Student Autonomy Office with the floor rattled.

I then concentrated on doing my job and finished the day of a friendly game where the sun was setting.

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Back in the dorm, with Porch, it was Blutz waiting behind the back of Magic University.

The usual time, I was always waiting because it was a place to meet Brutes. And I'm here to tell Brutes what I'm up to today.

"Oh, Azley, you did a great job today."

"Thank you. Excuse me, Mr. Brutes. I have a little appointment today... Oh, but Mr. Brutes would like to come with me?

"Follow me, please!

"Whoa, what the hell?

I'm meeting with Mr. Gaston.

"Master Gaston? Why would I go to a big guy like that?

"I need to talk to Mr. Gaston about an example."

"Follow me, please!

How much do you want your side, Porch?

"Ha ha, that's why you're so poached, huh?

"I'm just scared of that guy's eyes! Because you should have one more wall!

"It's a sheet!

"It's the Aya of the Word!

"Don't make Aya first!

"The master is loud, so come with me, Mr. Brutes!

"What reason is that!?

"Wow, wow. Shall we go and see the Great Mage?"

"Stay!?

Brutes slaps me in the ass with pettin. My ass doesn't have those features on it, but it's weird because this flat hand has the power to change the air in the field.

Is it a good way to use it between the blues?

"Oh, that way the master will shut up, too, huh? I'll try it next time! With nails!"

"I'm scared!

"Ha ha, that hurts! Come on, Azley, let's go. I don't think that one's gonna piss you off!

Exactly. Let's head on over now.

We went to the kiosk, Mori Luo Wang, with a small pocket that made our nails gleam.

And when I arrived, a little man stood like one day.

They rely on lanterns and bonfire lights to guide them. Brutes was also used to seeing if it was due to the fact that he sometimes went to play.

When the little man opened his armpit in front of the room, Gaston was there to put his arms around him and put a horse on it.

"No, your lord is of silver...?

First of all, me and Brutes sat in front of our seats, rather than answering that question.

"Master Gaston, it's been a long time. It's silver blues."

"Mr. Gaston, I brought you here today because I can't do without Mr. Brutes."

"Ho... ok. Sit down."

When I finally sat down, this again, like someday, Porch sat right behind me.

Two walls, Porch?

"First of all, Azley, it was a brilliant friendly game of the day. Drink. Is that why you can't drink at that age?

"Oh, yes."

"Excuse me. I brought you food."

When Gaston poured the liquor, a voice was heard announcing the arrival of the dish from the other side of the liquor. When Gaston allowed him into the room, he arranged a watery vegetable dish that seemed like an appetizer. It looks really good with thinly chopped fresh raw meat on it.

And shut up. The belly of the demon behind me.

"Little girl, you want some too?

"Jiuru...... I'm hungry but I'm fine! Jiuru."

"............... you want some?

"Oh, you can't help it. If you say so much, let's give it to your companion!

Is it true that we invited him? I kept you waiting.

"Hehe, she's still an interesting little girl. Eat that."

Gaston puts my vegetable dish on the floor on a small plate.

Shaking his tail, Porch sat next to Gaston as he nicked.

That was a very thin wall.

Gaston prioritized Porch until he was in the fish and meat dishes and soup afterwards.

Poaches with red sauce are too wild for everyone to laugh at.

"Does it look good!?"... laughed so much that Gaston coughed in this one word.

What, you're a good grandfather if you touch me. The walls that come from titles are thick at first.

I don't know if I was able to entertain Gaston, but when I looked at his broken smile, he seemed quite satisfied.

"... Hmm. Enjoyed yourself, kid?

"Good for you."

"Above all."

"Come on, let's hear it. What's the story in Non this time?

Gaston, who rinsed one cup of tea, fixes his face.

It was the moment my grandfather turned into a hexagon. You rarely read the air. Porch refrained behind me again.

"First of all, I would like to ask Dear Gaston (,)... to use his good offices at his place of employment"

"Are you being polite? Good offices, huh? Only the Guardian Magic Corps is in possession of Nong. I can't possibly accept all the daughters of the Colorful Food District..."

"What I want to ask you is an excellent student among my daughters I have deposited. Nor as a magician or warrior."

Gaston's eyebrows move pickly.

Porch's spine also moves like a zokri.

"That's what I can't accept. Protect those who are not warriors or magicians. You think the Magic Corps hires them? If you forgive me, the country will not forgive you."

I see... Gaston seems to be positive about this case.

"What the hell is going on, Azley?

"Of course some will say they want to be warriors and magicians. But that has specialized institutions. I'll send you to the University of Magic and Warrior's College if you grow up to some extent. But what I'd like to ask Master Gaston for this time are the other specialists. Of course, I promise you more health than the average person."

"What else?

"I plan to make my daughters in the Colorful Food District a clerical specialist. Cleaning and laundry, of course, up to accounting and soldier time management, we will send you a selection of kids who are possible enough to engage in combat. Of course, it's a dangerous place. I'll choose from among those who want to."

"I see, indeed, every unit is doodled with management. If those who specialize in it take office, we can also focus on combat and expeditions. It would be worth considering."

"Thank you"

"But that's only a handful, isn't it? And the other daughters? What are we gonna do about maintaining that facility? A year with just the money the woman gave you, no, you wouldn't have the kid's strength any more than that, would you?

Just like I said.