The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Three years ago, Azley studied in a magic college classroom.

Tiffas brought to the trace. The new freshman sits with his own name plate in his chest with great expectations.

There was also a name plate with Tara's name firmly inside.

"Ho, that woman named Trace. Let's remember."

Tara's tail, looking to trace with a wild voice, was definitely shaken.

Another greeting from Trace.

Get brief explanations about school life from tomorrow, time slots. And traces are handed out two parchment rolls for each person in a way they are used to.

Naturally, it was a black-and-white (bizarre) chain contract.

Black and White Chain Accession Agreement

___ (hereinafter referred to as "Party A") and between Party A and Party B of the black and white chain (hereinafter referred to as "Party B"), an agreement is signed as follows:

I. Party A shall exercise physically and mentally and strive to be a warrior or a magician

II. At the time of the Demon King's assault, Party A shall fully cover the Jihadists and agree to participate in the Demon King's Crusade

III. Party A shall belong to a white or black faction and agree to the activities and ideas of Party B's organization

As a testament to this agreement, two copies of this document shall be prepared, signed by both parties, and one copy each shall be kept.

April 1, 2004

A___

B Chain of black and white

"Ho, a contract?........................ Nooo, you have a lot of hard letters to read. Tifa, can you read it to me?

Tifa seriously reads the contract without going through Tara's words.

(You know, Lina, the contract your sister said. Constraints with powerful magic. If whoever wrote this contract wants it, that's what makes it so easy to create a group that doesn't fear death. I see, that's why you said to use this magic....... ho ho ho ho ho, letter edit)

It's the same magic that forces Azley to change the letters.

Even though Lina taught Azley and tried to teach Tifa, Tifa had already mastered this magic.

That was in the homework Azley left. Advanced magic, but Tifa's extraordinary absorption made it happen.

Tifa used it to change the name of her hometown, Falltown. It wasn't the name of the same Iberial Township mayor as Azley, but the method was the same.

During the entrance exam, Tifa confirmed that this magic was effective and appeased. So I turned down Lina's teachings and came to this place.

Without even knowing that the magic Lina taught Azley and the letter edit magic she mastered in Falltown is a different formula.

Yes - no matter how long I waited, the letter of the contract never moved.

(Huh! Wouldn't move... Did the activation fail?

Now carefully, slowly unleash the magic of the letter edit. However, the letter of the contract still didn't work perfectly.

(What's going on? Why is that?

As everyone puts contracts in one white box after another, the black box, Tifa, feeling anxious, holds her head and thinks.

Then Tara, who was sitting next to him, said.

"But the magic of this contract, it's quite something. If the contract is accepted, it's gonna be horrible. As time passes, the wedge of contracts devours. You'll need a lot of magic to destroy it."

"Huh...!

Tifa notices that she took a lot of breath whispering at Tara.

Because my magic is inferior to the one who made this contract, the magic of the letter edit doesn't work.

The magic of the letter edit that Lina tried to teach Tifa was improved by Azley, the author. And the magic of the letter edit used by Tifa is its prototype.

Three years ago, the letter edit used by Azley was the magic of this prototype, because Azley's own magic had become mighty after five thousand years.

But Tifa has been alive in this world for fifteen years. Although its magic is only out of the crowd, it is only level appropriate.

And I can't teach that from Lina, who's not here, and I can't immediately paint a letter edit that Tifa herself, Azley, has improved.

A tiresome look.

When I thought that I would have to write and submit my name as soon as possible, the person who had not given me the contract was Tifa alone.

"- Mr. Ifa? Mr. Tifa?"

"Ahhh!

I replied with a high voice, no, before Tifa, who did, there stood a trace of trouble.

"It's just you now, isn't it? Could you write it?

"Ah... no, the..."

Trace peeks inside the contract into the mouthwatering Tifa.

Then,

"Aren't you able to write"

"Huh?"

"Yes, put it in a white or black box immediately"

Trace winks modestly at Tifa, who opens her mouth properly.

Tifa was sent out a helpship by Trace.

I did get the name Trace yesterday from the nuts at the Pochizzery store. But I had no contact with Tifa at all.

Therefore, Tifa could not swallow why this situation had been helped.

Tifa put her contract in a white faction box, bearer, when she rang her heels and came to the bottom of a box placed on top of the classroom to follow the trace down the staircase.

Glittering glasses up, traces chewing.

(Is it a white faction? Outstanding students are welcome. Both Lina and Irene have said a lot about the recent chain of black and white. You won't have to let me in. All the more so if you're one of Mr. Azley's factions. Hehe, that honking voice on the entrance exam (,,,,), it looked just like Mr. Azley)

In the entrance exam to the University of Magic, there are, of course, practical exams. That's what Azley, Lina and Ornell have been through.

Naturally, Trace, who took the exam, is listening to that hanging voice from Tifa.

It would not have taken me long to find Azley's presence in the hanging voice I would now even use myself.

Tifa, who leaked her relieved breath, immediately returned to her seat and released a decopin to Tara's head, who tilted her neck small.

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- April 1, 1944 at 17: 00 p.m. -

"Mr. Azley's room?

Itsuki from the Pochizuri store returns the question to Tifa.

The question was returned by a nod, and Itsuki scratched her head in trouble.

"Hmm... then upstairs on the street side, up the stairs, in the deepest room..." Tiffa. You can't go in there. "

Tifa, who started going up the nearby stairs in the middle of the conversation, takes Itsuki's words on his back and returns them intact.

Don't go in there.

Itsuki relieved by this word.

"Break in."

"Chicken - Ugh! Here, here. Eh."

It was Itsuki trying to follow Tifa's back and climb the stairs, but the sounds of the doorbell ringing from the front door made her stop her legs.

When Itsuki peered through the front door between the railings of the stairs, she saw a woman who was not so familiar and a girl looking around the store in a glimpse.

We always know when this type of person comes from the Pochizzery Shop business.

"Ahhh, a customer? Tiffer, come on down...... oh no!?

Tifa and Tara, who disappeared from before Itsuki without making any footsteps, had already arrived upstairs on the side of the street, in front of its deepest room.

On the center of the door, which is no different from the rest of the room, is a wooden board with the name of the Lord of the room dug, stamped with meatballs at its end.

Tara steps forward to see if she mistook Tifa's face for something to look at it magically.

"Huh, Tifa. You're going to assassinate the people who live in this. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

But Tifa walks forward and twists the door knob open.

"Huh, well. I mean, I'm a guard, right? Don't drag me around. Protect me on that back, on my own meatball--"

And the door closes in front of Tara.

"............... oh?

Tifa, who enters Azley's room, looks around at a simple room like nothing extra.

Speaking of prominent objects, a pile of documents placed on a desk and writing instruments.

It was like a chisel placed on a mirror table and hair loss attached to it.

And what the end of Tifa's eyes captured was the presence of a magical formation that glowed blurry in the corners of the floor.

Bend over and see it, fingering the magic formation ceremony.

(Complex and elusive magic formula incorporating identity code......... perhaps this is the installed space transfer magic...... awesome)

Outside the room, Tara speaks pale to the door. That tone is now very dear, but it must come rough sometime.

'This is... right, that sort of thing? You're gonna try my life, aren't you? Come on. Cotton confectionery is natural in front of my own demon claws, such as these wooden scrap doors. Oh, you're dying for cotton candy. Tifa, I want some cotton candy.... Hey, are you listening, Tifa? Yikes'

Naturally, it's not Tifa who cares about it.

Looking over the room for a while, nothing else stood out as this, and Tifa slowly lowered her hips to the bed.

And then you realize, it smells like a nostril. Three years ago, he took his own hand next door and taught me magic together. The smell of man.

Immersed in that nostalgia, Tifa smiled bitterly, "hehe, smells a little like Mr. Porch".

While caught by the smell, Tifa knocks her body over the bed and looks up at the unfamiliar ceiling.

(Today............... I'm tired)

The time is 17: 10.

Fifty minutes before Azley returned to his room.