The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- 10: 00 pm ET, August 10, 96 -

Silver mansion.

I woke up, took a bath, got a strange glance from Brutes, and then headed into the hall of the mansion. I didn't think the day was going so far.

It's narrower than the magic room, but it's still big enough that dozens or hundreds of people can get together and talk about it. There, Idea and Middles, and Rayna were falling in big letters. I haven't lost my mind. I'm conscious, but I look very exhausted.

"... what are you doing?

Idea and Middles turned a strong gaze on me when I asked the question.

Even that Raina looks at me with a puffy cheek. Yes, resent it.

"Me... could I have done something wrong?

More than I can remember the last few days, I've never heard anything like this.

"Damn, how can he do that by himself..."

That was Middles' first word.

Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean? It was something I didn't understand.

"We couldn't do one thing..."

Close your eyes and Idea will look at me.

"I'm very tired..."

Rayna is pretty tired too. Speaking of which, these three have little magic.

This is tired and natural. Without the magic of your daily living level, you won't help your health recover either.

Why don't you use Givin Magic? I thought so, but even Rayna, who can be called that regular, decentralized, is falling asleep in big letters. I guess that's how tired I am.

"Ho, Givin Magic Count 3 & Remote Control"

Bring the Givin Magic set up on the magic table under the three of us.

In the meantime, the three of you were looking at me. No, this isn't.

What are you looking at... on my hands?

"... what can I do with this cosmic diagram?"

"I could only chase you halfway. Private."

"I didn't know what I was doing from the start..."

I see. Is that my cosmic diagram velocity?

But why do I need to see my cosmic map of speed now?

Even though I don't know how much I've shown you so far.

And I know Idea and Middles, but when Raina joins us here, we finally don't know. Why are these three here? It is the same silver, but it cannot be said to be of a different colour.

...... hmm? A cosmic diagram? Magic?... No, you're a magician.

But - Hmm, no nuts are still the same silver magician. It's in a distant magic class.

"What the hell happened?

"It's a selection meeting."

Idea answered my question.

But I didn't get any further explanation.

"What selection meeting?

"It's your magic pageant."

Middles' words unnecessarily confused me.

But my magic? Is that why the Mages are so tired? But what kind of selection board is this exhausting?

"So what about the nuts...?

"I gathered all the magicians in Ed for Mr. Azley's magic screening. Looks like the nuts go well together, keep up the good work...... sooo... sooo"

Wow, Rayna lost consciousness while talking.

I hope it seems very pleasant, but Idea and Middles also fell asleep to follow it. Mmm, don't worry about it very much.

I can't be a boulder to wake those who are tired and have fallen asleep, so I hung a blanket on the three of them and shut them quietly.

Then a small shock called a ton sounded on his back.

"Oh, have you changed the perfume again? Chunhua?"

The smell of a rose (bulb) that has been fragrant tickles my nasal cavity.

I remember this gentle feeling that hits my back. I mean, it's been around here a lot lately.

"Aye, Arinshin because he woke up. Mr. Azley."

Chunhua's skinship has been surprisingly aggressive recently.

That's about as much as I've stuck my head on my back now. It would be a sight very hard for Chunhua fans to see.

This Chunhua... yes. It's like poaching when you start nostalgic.

Oh, Porch was cute before I drank Shizuku for a long time, I think. Canceling and calling, breaking my research materials, zeroing ink, annoying... that? He's only bothering you, isn't he?

"Azley......?

"Oh, no, it's nothing....... hmm? You said Brutes was back earlier, but you're still dressed like that?

Chunhua dresses when she returns to the mansion. That's the case with most warriors and magicians, but obvious heavy equipment inside this mansion. He even has a knife.

"No. We're going out again."

"Huh? From now on?

I just got home earlier and I didn't know I was going out again. How about this?

"Aye. I'll take care of the magic class guard, Arinsu."

"At this hour?

"Warriors all over Ed will be guarding that magic class."

... magic class again.

In other words, they gather magicians all over Ed in the name of selection, and warriors all over Ed in the name of protection.

What the hell is going on in the magic class right now?

With that in mind, Chunhua stared at me as if she were peeking behind my eyes as well.

"... Um, Chunhua? Face, isn't it close?

Chunhua doesn't look like she's going through my words.

"Maybe Mr. Azley, you remember again?

Well, there have been a few times in the past, and Chunhua is sensitive to that. Do you notice the boulder?

"Oh, kind of. I don't remember the last few days at all."

"Well..."

Chunhua then put his thin index finger on the tip of his jaw and thought something, "Uh-huh..." with a voice as if the kitten were ringing.

"What's going on?

Chunhua answered my question immediately.

"If so - Mr. Azley, we're going to go to a magic class together"

"Oh, you sure do. I've been wondering."

"Mr. Brutes and Mr. Porch will be waiting at the front door. I'm not going."

With his voice playing, Chunhua pulled my right hand with both hands.

The hand is very soft and very warm. I'm tickled even though I'm being grabbed. I felt such a change in my body.

I didn't expect you to change your mind with just this... hmm, you're growing quite a bit. Chunhua's guy.

Doesn't the beauty of Chunhua have a lot of magic? That's enough to make me think so.

But the front door? What, this discomfort?

"Ah, master! Are you going with the master?!?

"Why do you seem so happy?

"And it is! Chunhua pulled her hand! Master and his wallet!

Are you still looking for my purse?

Well, Warren and Irene have asked me to take care of Porch, too. I'll feed you whatever you want, though.

... anomaly of caring so much about other people's use demons. I guess this is also the time of the Demon King. Porch can be said to be a corner of the highest power on this side. That's why the condition of the pouch must always be perfect, too. I understand naturally that the Liberation Army (Resistance) says not to stress Porch.

but i want to exalt my voice that my purse is finite. Really. Seriously.

Shall I talk to Warren next time?

"Ready? Let's go ~"

The three of us react to Brutes' voice.

"Whoa!"

"We're leaving -!

"Heh heh heh heh"

Well, what the hell is going on in the magic class?

Those three magicians are so exhausted, they are gradually feeling less magic in their magic classes.

And the anomaly that forces even warriors to mobilize at this late hour.

I started walking towards the commercial district for some reason, looking at the magic class in Ed's South Side.

"Hey!? What the hell is this way? Magic class is that way!?

"It's rice now, rice!

"What are you a master for!?

"If you're in a magic class, you can go with space transfer magic. So, Erin, huh?

Chunhua pointed out that I was convinced of the discomfort that went out the front door.

Damn, it was a blind spot!