The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- May 2, 2004, 11: 00 a.m. ET -

One mouse walks along a rough road and pretends to have an elongated tail.

And there's one man who follows after him in his old body but light footsteps.

"Your husband. It's not about where people live.

The rat says as he scratches his forehead with a tight claw tip.

Due to the high temperatures, the rat's vision is distorted enough to stare far away.

"... so I guess it's not a person"

The man says looking up at the shining sun.

Even if you can't see the fatigue, the heated earth seems to be sucking sweat dripping from the tip of your jaw.

"I see now, will your husband meet with an outsider?"

"I don't know if you can meet people by yourself."

"Ho, weakness is... unusual for your husband"

The man points behind the rat looking back.

"Konoha, there, it's falling"

Konoha, the rat, tried to walk through the universe faster than his husband Gaston's voice could reach his ear and could not.

"Higiu," he grabs at Gaston's fingertips, stretched out, with a small scream.

"Totally. How many times now? I wish I was on my shoulder..."

"Don't delay your husband in detecting such a dangerous zone. More than that, isn't it time?

"... Indeed"

Look around feeling the dry wind.

Then Gaston finds something from the tip of the needle between the two.

When I narrowed my eyes and stared, I found there a wave of magic disputed by the wind.

Gaston, who barfed his nose roughly, lifted a conoja trying to walk and put it over his head.

"Huh.... is that it"

Looking ahead is where Azley once worked out with Porch.

And Irene, the first of them, was a land away the other day.

What the two eyes caught was a wilderness that did not attract people, mixed with wind dust, sandstorms and intense magic... wilderness in the Far East.

Grasping the reference given to him by Azley, Gaston advances his leg again. with Konoha.

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- The same day the University of Magic -

At the Magic Museum, Irene, who was undefeated, had raised her blue muscles and revealed her anger in front of Tifa, a body not so different from herself.

Tifa did the assignment of the day with a clear face, but Eileen's heart is not narrow enough to simply anger those who have completed the assignment.

The reason Irene got angry this time was in the content.

It's the same challenge that Azley received before, erasing Eileen's controlled fire from inside the Devil's Museum.

In addition to this, it was "to demonstrate and solve what I learned at the University of Magic". Before Tifa, who used magic cheaply and did the assignment, his classmate of the first grade made a scene and panicked. Because somehow lost magic, which we do not know, was exercised in front of us.

This time Eileen conditioned herself for fear of this, but it didn't seem to pass on to Tifa at all.

"Tifa, did you not hear what I said? Then you can't say you've completed your assignment."

"I started going to magic college, I met my sister Lina, I met Mr. Azley, I learned more magic, I deepened it. What you said must have been clear."

Eileen's blue muscle enlarges in a pale, reasoned Tifa.

Over the past month, my classmates have avoided Tifa. The reason is so is my attitude toward Eileen, who is a hexagon, but most of all, he was these cold eyes.

So in this one case, you're going to deepen the ditch even further by pissing Irene off. And Tara, who watched by the LORD, rose.

I'm usually an inexplicable user demon, but will you arbitrate? That's what goes on in the back of the face of the class.

But Tara's actions exceed that expectation, walking with a leisurely look on her back, and sitting in the corner of the Devil's Museum. Yes, Tara's actions were evacuation, not harmony.

(Really, there's nothing you can do about it. In front of all these people, what's wrong with using magnificent magic...)

Irene holding her forehead in trouble, but I don't see the color of reflection on Tifa's face.

Thanks in part to the trace that took us through the Magic Hall, the interrupting assignments were continued afterwards, but the face-to-face grades of the class for the day were scattered. Leaking magic from Eileen, we all failed without being able to concentrate.

At the end of his practical skill, Tifa is called to Eileen's room, just like Master Azley.

Tifa's eyes, standing in front of Eileen, do not look at the six-member who said anything, staring at the sky visible out the window.

"What's the purpose? You're smart enough to do something that makes you stand out?

"Nothing..............."

Tifa replies with her mouth small and narrow.

"Ah, it's Irene. Tifa's probably..."

"Shut up."

"Yes."

Tara, whose words were scratched off in an instant, immediately holds her mouth shut.

Irene sighs with a slight scratch on her non-itchy head, determined that silence continues and she can't get an answer.

"If that's what you're doing for a reason, I won't say any more. But I'll give you some advice. That way, we'll make a lot of enemies. Don't forget that."

"... I know..."

"... yes"

Eileen turns her gaze to the door and urges Tifa and the others to leave the room.

Tara walks out cleverly behind Tifa, who leaves without hesitation. I blocked my mouth. It would be to keep my hands off me.

The door closes and Eileen looks up at the sky outside the window Tifa was looking at earlier.

"Damn, it's harder to handle than you..."

Irene's eyes are gentle for a moment wondering who she painted in the sky.

Irene, who immediately returned to me, shook her head wide and woke herself up.

"Ugh..."

Irene, once again twisted and reassembled her arms, left her body in a chair at a height with no feet on the floor.

Back in the classroom, Tifa and Tara climb up a stair-type classroom in an attempt to return to their seats.

Meanwhile, the gaze from the surroundings was cold, but it seemed no match for Tifa's eyes, and no one would try to match that gaze.

When I get to the front of my seat, Tifa stops perfectly. My gaze is pointed at my chair.

Tara noticed it too and finally took her hand off her mouth and gazed.

"Tifa, there's an ignition magic formation in your seat, okay?

"Right."

Tara turns a blind eye to a cold response.

"But can't you take a lecture without doing something about this?

"No problem."

"Ho? Find out how to disarm it with Tifa's arm, my eyes."

Tifa turns a cold eye again to the user demon she says as she cuts off her looks.

Tara and the face of the class in a flash.

"- -... do"

"Hmm?"

Tara closes her ears to try to pick up the Lord's words again, which were difficult to hear.

"You sit down."

"To?"

A voice sounds suspicious of the word of the heard Lord.

"It's okay. It's a hectic formula, and I don't really feel magic. I'm good at healing magic, go ahead."

"No, but... you know..."

Tifa continues faintly to the user demon who answers the mojo.

"Gone? You're not going?

"Most Tara! I'll let you live!

Tara chose the only way to live.

No indirect bullying took place after this to Tifa, who avoided bullying from her class in a different way than her teacher.

Naturally the reason is………………… -

"I can't solve it! I can't untie you. Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Here it is!

I must have seen a user demon named Tara who feels miserable, because her heart broke.