After finishing the training, Kirill came to the lecture room, sat down on the chair and talked without any warning.
Looking at the Lord of the voice reflexively, there was a female student of the same magician course as Cyril. Candy The light-colored hair that completely covers the ears and extends to the shoulder opening has a fluffy texture, with only a few inches of hair curled. It should come together with a well-organized look that should have a soft atmosphere, but unfortunately, the raised eyes ruined it.
A strong woman. That is her reputation in school.
"Ah ... Milmeus-sama"
When he sees the person talking to Cyril, he rises in a hurry.
"Eh ... what?"
"Did you say you have a story?"
The schoolgirl is in a bad mood just not to be told many times. At the same time, Cyril was stumbled unintentionally, as she was staring at the same point that caused a severe impression.
"Can you stop calling me by my home name?"
"But calling a nobleman by first name is a problem ..."
Even though students go to the same school, their position is the same, not the same. A common sense commons, such as calling the aristocratic daughter by her first name, will never do it.
"It is my father who is noble, not me. I just happened to be in a noble house. So stop that humble attitude."
She is a embarrassed face to the dissatisfied schoolgirl.
All the students in the magician course are all hesitants, but the girls in front of them were no exception. In the magician course with many aristocrats, many aristocrats also take a high-pressure attitude toward ordinary students. Meanwhile, she was a stranger with a different meaning than other noble children.
Eleanor, daughter of Viscount Milmeus. That is her name.
In the aristocracy, she is a high-ranking Viscount, but she is still above the clouds for Cyrills. The real intention is not to get involved if possible. But as we talked from the other side, we cannot help but respond.
"Huh ..."
However, Cyril, who does not want to call her by her first name, replies with carelessness.
"Well, that's good."
Fortunately, the Viscount daughter also wanted to move on to the main topic of the story.
"You fired a second shot shortly after you missed the target in the previous training. The first shot was missed, but the technology to cover it was really good."
"Hello, really ..."
Although she was spotted by female teachers, most students probably did not know Cyril's aim. The chanting is fast but the aim is bad. He seems to have received such an evaluation.
The first time she was worried about the Viscount daughter seems to be the time to complete the chanting.
"So how can you sing in such a short amount of time? Do you have any tips? How much practice will be that fast?"
Cyril flutters at the questions she is throwing at the moment, leaning forward.
Fireball "And you sure were good at the magic of fire, why did you use" "twice instead of" "?"
Surprisingly, she seems to know Cyril's special attributes. Even with this one point, there is no doubt that the daughter in front of me is a stranger.
Ordinary aristocrats have no ordinary classmates in their eyes. Just like other noble siblings, Cyril, who always thought he wasn't interested in this, shows surprise.
She didn't care about Kirill's inner feelings, but she approached her face as if to urge and asked again. The dark gray eyes are pointed straight at Cyrill.
"Hey, why?"
"Oh no, that's ..."
Cyril glanced away from the girl at the upper body. She dyed her cheeks with the subtle sweet scent drifting from her body, probably because she had little experience with women of her age.
Kirill thought that if she didn't give a convincing answer anyway, she wouldn't be free indefinitely.
The question is how to respond. Fireball Kirill did not use the magic of "" because it was supposed to be a battleground in the woods. An operator like Aldis would have complete control over the magically created fireball, but it is unlikely that Cyrill would be able to do that. Even in the sense of preventing the fire from spreading to the surrounding rocks, the forest always uses the magic of "".
I was frankly told that. It's good to hear it's a real battle, but it's like saying you've increased your difficulty on your own. Acts that simply say that a given task is unsatisfactory may feel annoying to other students who are struggling with the same task. If you do poorly, there is a possibility that students from aristocratic people will be able to accuse you of saying that you are “being in tune with the ordinary people”.
Fortunately, the female teacher who was in charge of the training did not annoy that Cyril increased the difficulty of the task without permission, but whether the daughter in front of me could understand the same way I don't know. Cyrill regretted that it might have been a little shallow in the light of now.
"Um ... that ... I wonder if it would not be possible to master the magic of earth attributes as well as fire attributes .... Because it's a good opportunity, I'll try to accomplish the task only with the magic of earth attributes ..."
After swirling through the eyes, what came out of Cyril's mouth was a truly twisted answer.
"Hmm. That's right. Well, it's pretty good to be ambitious. It's not Date that has achieved top class results since enrolling."
Nevertheless, the Viscount Princess seemed convinced. He put his hand on his mouth while muttering, saying, "I have to practice more."
It was just a moment when Cyril struck her chest when she was finally released.
Noshita: "So, what kind of practice menu do you usually make? Of course you can tell me, don't you refuse to ask your classmates?"
Pressed by the girl student who leaned back, sweaty and unpleasant sweat passed down.
"No, especially when you're practicing magic ..."
"It's a lie. I can't do it without that fast spelling and practice. I can't do it so quickly."
Cyril, who wants to avoid as much as possible the aristocracy, tries to end the story, but her daughter has no ear to listen.
"That ... in training like nobles do--"
"Training! Training, not practice? It's a different way of putting in spirit. I'm going to train everyday instead of practice. So what is the content?"
"That's what Milmeus would do--"
"That's why you're saying you're leaving your home name."
"Ah, yes ... sorry."
"I am I, Eleanor, not Viscount Milmeus. I want you to remember her name, not her name. Be careful not to use her name in the future."
He seems to be reluctant to be called by his family name, but he cannot call the aristocratic daughter by name to Cyrill, a commoner.
"Oh, I see. Then, um ... the lady."
"Don't do it a bit. It feels like you're home."
The schoolgirl complains with a disgusting face.
Ren: Did you say that my name was Eleanor? Well, with such memory, can you name yourself a top performer?
Is he really calling for his first name? Cyril frowned at her heart.
"So? What is training, what do you usually do? What can I do?"
Cyril's training in Aldis is not intended to hone his magic skills. They are just running away to beasts and demon opponents in the forest of Caucasus.
It will not be the training content that girls expect, and it is not good to imitate poorly. I guess it's no surprise, but it would be tough if she came alone into the Caucasus forest. Cyril could be accused of "doing".
"No, that's very much the training that nobles do-"
"I'm not the name" Nobleman ". Are you doing it on purpose?"
"I don't think so. Just ... I'm not training in magic, it's another."
"Another thing? You have training that has nothing to do with magic? It's a magician course. Why are you training like that?"
"I'm not sure what to say ..."
That was what Cyrill himself wanted to ask. Fig. However, there is a real feeling that the act of using magic to run away from the beast has played a role in improving magic control technology.
"And the training I'm receiving is very dangerous."
"It's a bit of a danger for training, but if you're shy, you won't be a top magician."
"No, not a little ..."
Being chased by a beast in the forest of the Caucasus, which is called the Makai, is probably not a level that can be described as "a little danger". Cyril still has a chance to go to school safely because of the help from Aldis and Rona in case of emergency. There is not enough rush to enter the forest by himself and chase after the beast.
"What? Do you say that you're a girl because I'm a woman?"
"It's not because of women or nobles, that's why ..."
It was an acquaintance's voice from a sidewalk that saved Cyril in trouble.
"What have you been doing since the lecture is about to begin?"
At a glance were the boys, whom Kirill was the closest friend of the school.
"Ah ... rye"
"Who are you? You're not a magician?"
The Viscount's daughter glances at the suddenly interrupted person.
"I? I'm a friend of the guy."
"Friends? Looks like a warrior, but is that a magician?"
The Viscount Daughter wields Rye, as if she saw a dubious street vendor.
"What's wrong?"
"You're determined to be strange to a human being in the magician course."
The Viscount's daughter developed a loud voice and inexplicable logic. Bankrupt In her words, it sounds like a magician with a complete set of people who can't make a decent friendship.
"No, you, don't you forget that you're a magician?"
"I have awareness!"
"What is your awareness?"
"Well ..."
The Viscount daughter who fills up the words to the merciless Rai's tsukkomi.
It is common sense in the world that expecting a magician to have a decent friendship is a mistake in the first place. Of course, this daughter is no exception, as long as she belongs to the magician course.
Although it was a short exchange, Cyril still understood that the Viscount was a stranger. Despite being an aristocrat, it doesn't seem like he doesn't hurt ordinary people for his status, but rather hates being treated as an aristocrat. It's a weird enough.
It's probably because they're weird that they're coming to school rather than the school where most nobles go. He couldn't reply to Lai's tsukkomi, so he may have no idea that he has no friends.
Daughter silences trying to find a word to return. The ringing bell that signaled the start of the lecture changed the situation.
"Yes, please go to the seats for everyone. We will start a lecture on magic."
The voice of the instructor in the lecture room told the Viscount Princess reluctantly seated. However, the daughter of the Viscount, who secured Cyril diagonally behind, kept staring at her throughout the lecture.
Glare, "Hey, Lai. Am I doing something wrong? That daughter, I've been here all the time."
Envy "Isn't it good? It's a bit tight, but it's good to keep staring at a beautiful faced schoolgirl."
I talked quietly to Rai, who was sitting next to me, but only carefree words came back.
"So I'll explain to her instead of me. I'm not doing the training she's thinking."
Rye seems to be better at it, and Ry shrugs slightly against Cyrill.
"Sorry, she's interested in you, not me. I don't listen to what I said from the side, so I'll do it myself."
"That's right"
A piece of paper folded diagonally from behind came to Cyril, who was whining. When you open it, it is a sentence like "Let's listen to the lecture seriously." You can imagine who wrote it without turning around.
Cyrill sighed unexpectedly, feeling a strong glance from behind.