The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- July 22, 96, 3: 00 a.m. ET -

In a classroom in a magic class in Ed, the capital of Twead, this war - someone who can be said to be the point - exhales a great sigh of sigh.

"... ha"

He is Irene, a former Royal Magistrate and an undefeated perennial.

Small body, white hair. Because the appearance of a young person efficiently encourages the magic circulation in the body.

The current leader of the Liberation Army (Resistance), also known as the goal of the young magicians, drops his shoulder and grips a small fist hard on his desk.

Results of this war.

If you look only at the results, the PLA (Resistance) wins. But the impact of that hard win (,) on the PLA (Resistance) has been significant.

A mighty army pushed over with the resurrection of the Demon King.

Many see the magic of the Demon King, the march of Alpha and Beta, and the polar (stiff) braces of Billy and the Cleats, and lose their will early.

And naturally also the war dead......

A brilliant young man who grew up hanging on his hand salt has lost his life, and only he lives for it. Some lost their lives in that vortex, protected by Azley, who is the only one with the greatest power.

The resurrection of Eileen brought about by Azley. That has created an incentive to lose Azley's magic.

"What... what is it, Irene, who is undefeated!

Eileen slaps her own fist on the desk and hits her (all) grid.

But only fist and desk shock sounds echo in the classroom.

To a visiting silence again, Irene bites her lips.

The fatigue that remains on the body is intense and a large neighborhood is formed beneath the eyes.

There are many post-war processing jobs, and I can't even go to visit Azley, the benefactor of my life.

Everlasting undefeated Eileen. On its smaller shoulders lies a big, heavy responsibility.

Stand at the top, therefore no one can support his shoulders.

Once Gaston (a friend) defended his godson and fought bravely and was blown away by the devil (Billy). No one can stand next door. No one can exhort Eileen.

There are limits to exciting oneself. But she can't put it on the table.

Because he is the leader of the Liberation Army (Resistance) and a magician of his time.

No matter how strong and powerful Azley possesses, the magicians of the world place their trust in those who have a long and proven track record.

Many lean on achievements that are only superficial.

Many end up unaware of Azley, who has a true track record.

Eileen knows. The weakness of people.

Former Rokkatsu, Heavy Town, Producer of Space Transfer Magic... Eileen is needed for anyone who turns to such titles (,,) only. herself, she understands that.

Proceeding on your own and playing the clown. And if so many shall be saved, then so be it. That's what I'm judging.

There's not much to know about Azley's achievements. But some cannot be saved by its merits alone. Few know the merits. That's what I'm judging.

But on Eileen's small shoulders, this war is too heavy.

Not Warren, not Trace... if anyone can at least share that...

"Spicy..."

A small, heavy word in which leaning Eileen breaks a zero silence.

What sounded to block the aftertaste of such a single sound was the sound of the classroom drawer being opened.

Neither Warren nor Trace can afford to go back to this classroom. Irene, who knew it, looks back at her late-night visitors in surprise.

"Who?"

Irene distracts herself in an instant and returns her dark face.

Irene's eyes open to surprise.

"Hey, what are you doing, you!?

The person at the end of Irene's gaze who stood up.

"Every time I think about it, if it's just the classroom, it's the War Demon style, it's just uncomfortable. Well, it's certainly easier to do chores on the floor than tatami."

Irene's anger-resembling words were rushed into the classroom by someone who was at the centre of her worries. Yes, Azley, it was that guy.

"Ya rest! You have to rest now!

Anger coming from worry.

Azley knew that, too.

That's why I showed her how calm I was and told Eileen.

"It's okay. Except for magic. I'm fine. I slept well and drank the Potivitane Dead."

Eileen claps out to Azley, who shows her strength and appeals to her recovery.

"So, but..."

- You're not well.

"Huh!?

A word from Azley that shook Irene's surprise.

But Azley's eyes weren't sole enough to see through Eileen, just out of simple concern...... that was all.

"Yes, I brought it, so please be rude."

Offered out of Azley's hand was the Potivitan Dead.

Irene who rounds her eyes and receives it.

"Oh, thanks..."

Irene drinks up the Potivitan Dead, surprised (a lot) by Nico's azzlie.

"Hmm? Oh? Did you change your taste?

"This is the one I tried using as vegetable juice from the farmer's direct delivery Rahu ~ Mu. We don't have much in stock, so it's special, right?

"Heh. It's refreshing and delicious."

"That's good."

"What, with the hella hella just now...?

"Do I look that way?

"What else do you want me to think?

"Well, it doesn't mean that deep. I'm just glad that one problem is solved and my face is loose."

"Isn't that a problem? When the Demon King is resurrected and no magic returns, what has just been resolved?

"Don't tell me."

"Huh!?

'Cause when I say it, they're going to make fun of me.

"I won't!

"No, it's a face that does"

"What a face!

"............ good. You're feeling better."

Azley shows his relief face with a relieved breath.

Look at Azley like that, Irene turning away from Ba.

"Po, you naturally did because you drank Potivitan Dead! What more can I do for you here? Plug-ins aren't the only purpose, are they?

Irene blushes to her ears, arrowhead lined up the words early.

Apart from the earlier dark face, it takes time for the blushing face to go back to normal. Eileen is unable to see Azley and remains turned away.

Did you see that as good (,), Azley laughed with Nishi, got her hands on her own pocket (two places), and took something out.

"Excuse me. Please sign this. Big sign if you can (,,,,,)."

What Azley extended and offered Irene was a single letter.

That's what I said by pointing to the blank part on the back of it.

"Ha? Big sign, huh?

But Irene's blush will never go away.

"It's an easy, clerical sign. Write it down."

Irene without turning around.

But Azley won't have a weird contract with Eileen. Believing Azley's words, which he said were 'easy and clerical signatures', and wholeheartedly wanting to kick Azley out of the scene as soon as possible, Eileen wrote a big autograph there.

"This is it, isn't it! Take this with you!

"Oh, that's it... I'll give you (,,,)"

Azley's footsteps that return the heel.

"Huh!?

Turn over, Irene sounds angry questions all over the classroom.

Azley never turns around. Eileen looks at the writ she had.

Written on one side, Irene's big signature.

But nothing else is written there.

From the roundness of that letter, it didn't take long to realize that the part where Irene wrote her autograph was on the back.

Eileen turns the letter over immediately and glances at the content.

"What is this? Not an Adventurer Rank E (,,,,,) Certificate (,,,)? Huh!?"

Certificate of rank E.

But there's an amazing letter there for Eileen.

"Hey, why... my...!?

- In a moment, a large Shizuku spills out of Eileen's eyes.

"What, what...!? Why... tears...!?

Azley's back disappears from the classroom drawer.

Even though Eileen was puzzled by tears for no reason, I found out that Azley was the one holding the answer. That's why I followed his, Azley's disappearing back.

"Don't wait!!

Magic class, Eileen chased Azley to the gate of that mansion.

So Azley, who was stopping her leg, looks back. Hearing a trembling voice and realizing she was crying, just a little, Azley pointed her troubled face at Eileen.

"What is this!?

Stick out your certification and ask why you are a tear and why Azley has it.

But Azley kept his mouth shut.

"That's a great face......!

"Hey, I'm not sure what to answer"

There's no way I can convince Azley of such an answer, and Eileen gets angry in those eyes. But I can't stop crying. The contours of Azley can't be seen in tears.

"Why! Why are you crying when I'm looking at you...!?

Azley sees Irene angry and just a little… happily.

"Why...?

Azley approaches and wipes with his fingers the tears flowing from Eileen's eyes.

Eileen tried to pay for it. But that arm never moved.

"Why..."

".................. good luck today"

Words of hard work, put out by Azley who thought about it.

You shouldn't have said that, Eileen finally paid for Azley's arm.

And turn your strong gaze to Azley.

"Don't answer the question! I should have that right!!

Then on Azley's head, a promise is evoked.

[... Damn, it's time to get used to it. Fine, I'll lend you one, okay?

[I don't plan on returning it, do I?

[Ha... I thought you'd say...]

[Then let's just answer one question, anything]

[Book Hit]

[That's not the right chair size, is it?

[Ugh, shut up.]

[So, you're asking now?

[... um... I'll do it next time]

When Eileen found out that Azley enrolled in the University of Magic and worked on a black and white chain contract, they made a promise.

Since then, the promise has never been fulfilled.

But Eileen said to Azley, "Make good on that promise here."

Azley was surprised, troubled, and scratched his head with Polypoli, as he had eaten his face for this as well.

"Hmm, that's sloppy..."

"Old people are shitty."

Teng himself, who usually gives an air that can also be called forbidden to talk about age, gave the story.

Azley smiled bitterly, and had trouble again, putting his hands where he had lost their way...... pong on Eileen's head.

Eileen immediately tried to pay the hand again. But Azley's words were quicker than that.

"It's a stalker (,,,,) of bad nature..."

Moments, in Eileen, something plays and sounds like it cracks.

At the same time, from those big eyes, tears flooded and flowed endlessly.

[And be a great person someday. Along with my lovely companions......]

I don't remember myself, Azley's words. But to Eileen's mind, Azley's words do remain.

Saved and guided Irene's life, who had just become rank F - a presence that is not in memory and record, can also be called a benefactor. Whether Azley's words were attributed to him or not, that memory is recalled.

A distant past, only slightly, but a magician and user demon who spent time with Eileen and had an adventure.

Unstoppable tears, moving memories.

Azley falls back with Irene covering her sneezed face and crouching on the spot.

- There's a magician in Irene's memory, here and now.

"Ugh... what... why... these memories...!

Kill all whimpers that are likely to leak, fight confusion, and continue to wipe tears.

"You've worked really hard so far"

The hand I was about to shake off grabbed Azley's hand at some point, didn't let go, just feels its warmth.

Both body and mind were exhausted, and only pride and responsibility were stretching Eileen back.

Eileen's on her way to her goal, Azley, who pushed her weak, little back. The definite memory in the confusion merely asked for Azley's hand (relief).

A magic class near the end of the night.

[Because you can't lose!!

Eileen's, fine, but delightful cry, which kept the oath screaming at Azley's back and continued to run until he was called permanently undefeated... reached only one magician's ear.