Inside the quiet lecture room. When he noticed the voice of the pilot, Kirill stood up in a hurry and apologized.
"Sorry, was it noisy?"
"Who said you could open your mouth, ordinary people?"
"Uh ..."
It is boys of the same age as Cyrills who look down. Freckles scattered near the swollen cheeks and nose caught my eye in a bad way. One of the students who belong to the same magician course as Kirill.
No one in this school knows his name. This is because he is the highest-ranking child of the aristocrat currently belonging to the school.
Although it is a feature that can never be called a handsome boy, everything that he wears looks expensive, and at first glance he can be seen as a child of a nobleman. Surroundings are surrounded by several people, who, like him, look unfriendly at Cyril.
The eaves The word was sealed off by an intimidating opponent, and Eleanor stood up and pinched his mouth as if by a chilling Cyril.
"Lion, what do you think of that kind of thing against classmates in the same magician course?"
"Please be silent!"
His father, who gives the relentless words to Eleanor, the Viscount daughter, is Earl of Classel. He was the fourth son, called Rion.
Eleanor was exhorted and reluctant to speak back, but Cyril caught the cold end of her eyes at the edge of sight. The boy looked cold, and has already turned his lance to Cyril. Annoyed Eleanor began to scream, seemingly unaware of her expression.
"If you've heard from me, there's too much to lose gratitude to the aristocratic daughter! At the end of the call, call on your name ... and be aware of your position!"
"It's irrelevant to you."
Rye sits down for a completely different reason than Kirill, who sits up to be rude because he is noble. His eyes glowed with a challenging light, and he seemed ignorant of the fact that he was noble.
"Hey ... Rai, don't stop."
Ignoring Kirill's voice, Rai eats a boy called Rion.
"I don't know if you're a noble, but it's extra care to talk about your friendship from the side. First of all, it's not a problem that others say that they don't care. "
Cyril sweats cold, as Rye's words seem to be challenging.
"You, how do you speak to Leon!"
Rye's rudeness and boys' surroundings burst. At once, the accusations exposed Rye to barrage.
After the support fire, a boy called Rion became even more reverberant and bumped into words.
It's up to you to let the people of the lower tier form a party with the same. It's up to you to get used to each other at best. But don't involve Miss Eleanor there! Not even in the first place, even if you are in the same room as the nobleman, it would be unacceptable! "
In contrast to Eleanor, which is in some sense a noble freak, this boy was a typical "popular dislike nobleman" wearing a nobleman's status over a captive.
Some are frowning not only on students from the commoners, but also on students from the aristocracy. Being a nobleman, she wasn't the only one with the same values as this boy, but Cyril forgot about his situation and was relieved.
"Ms. Eleanor, you have a problem. Do you have pride as an aristocrat, forgiving the commoner?"
The breach is directed mercilessly to Eleanor. According to Leon's values, the existence of Eleanor, which allows commoners to be discarded, cannot be forgiven.
"I'm proud of it, but it may be a lot different from what Lion thinks."
But Eleanor didn't take a step, and looked straight ahead and answered.
"It is also a noble that understands the differences in position. We are born up on the commoners, and we have to master the lower ones well. That's it. "
"Are you" born "...? Excuse me, Rion seems to have an illusion of a nobleman."
"It's an illusion?"
Rion frowns as much as not to be abandoned.
"Even if you are a noble or a nobleman, you eat with your limbs and eat from your mouth, and if you are cut with a knife, blood will flow, and they will all die. There is no big difference. It seems a bit short-circuited to be proud of it. ''
The flow of the story seems to move in a strange way. The enemy of Cyrill and Rye was turning to Eleanor.
"... do you want to say I'm stupid?"
"I'm sorry.
Eleanor makes an apology for the form only with a cold smile.
"Having a crown is proof that a nobleman is better than a commoner. It is only natural that the competent use those who are not."
"I agree that a competent person guides others, but I don't agree with the idea that just having a title is good."
"Does the Viscount Princess attempt to shield me, the Earl's son?"
Rion's voice is angry.
Eleanor is the eldest daughter of the Viscount Milmeus family, but not a legitimate child. Of course, Leon is in a similar position if he is not a legitimate child.
However, it is the status of each family and the rank of dignity here. The opponent is the son of the Count, albeit a fourth son. Eleanor was the daughter of the Viscount.
A normal daughter would never answer and would accept Rion's words. But unfortunately for most people here, Eleanor was not an ordinary daughter.
"The Earl is Rion's father, and you don't have a title. According to Kingdom law, I, Rion, and I have no authority. They are just dependents. "
"what!"
Rion screams involuntarily with Eleanor's words.
"Rion. How was the score of the regular inspection you received the other day?"
"It has nothing to do with this story!"
Eleanor plays Cyrill, gently parrying Rion's words.
"Cyrill here has scored 937 and scored third place in the first year overall, but how much did Rion say that he was" excellent "by himself? I was 890. "
"Guh ...!"
Leon blocks the words.
Both Cyrill and Eleanor have been on the list of top performers since enrollment. Eleanor's score of 890, as well as Cyrillic, can be said to be excellent enough. In fact, there are only a few students who are higher than her. And among those few students, Rion's name was not.
"In addition, Cyril's evaluation in practice was 97 points out of 100. How many points did Lion evaluate?"
"Oh, that's ..."
The boy Rion is not incompetent. Originally a family that produces excellent sorcerers, he has received excellent results because he received a talented education before entering school.
But that's a story compared to ordinary students. It was just that Cyrill was even better. He simply said that the comparison was bad.
"Lion himself, as you mentioned earlier, if the superior stands on the other, is this Cyril the only person standing on me or Leon?"
"Abuse!"
Surrounded by Eleanor's words, which directly deny the aristocracy's significance, she counters it with a cool face.
"Hate? I think it's more reasonable than the argument that nobles are better?"
"Don't playfully!"
Rion, who was stunned for a short while in the unrealistic logic emitted from Eleanor's mouth, raises his voice back to me.
"Evaluation of practical skills is a desk! No matter how faithfully you do the textbook, if you actually fight, the stronger will win!"
"Oh? In other words, if the battle is on, Lion can win?"
"Of course!"
Leona heats up with Eleanor, which gains momentum every time she exchanges words. Both Cyril and Rye were taken away by the two who kept leaving and exchanging themselves.
"If you just talk with your mouth, is that a desk theory?"
"Then I'll be convinced if I really show the difference in power! I'll teach you only if Kisama's thoughts are fools' delusions!"
Kinoshita: Let's take that game!
The lecture room is shrouded. Surely, a noble younger brother who should be a gentleman challenges the daughter, and the daughter says that she will not accept even a lost pretend.
Cyrill is upset that something has gone awry, and he will be even more terrified by Eleanor's words.
"You should know Cyril's ability!"
"What?"
Cyrill doubted his ear.
"If Cyril wins, please don't talk to our friendship on the edge of the circle. Even if Cyril and Rye call my name away, I won't interfere at all!"
"I'll never lose my mouth again and again! Wash your neck and wait!"
Finally, with his forefinger sharply pointed at the confused Kirill, Rion returned to his seat, encroaching on his surroundings.
"No, just a minute! Waiting--"
Suddenly, thoughts stop, and Cyril's shoulders have different hands on the left and right.
"Cyrill will definitely win!"
"Oh, Cyril! In a formal game, the opponent may be the aristocrat, but it doesn't matter.
The Viscount Princess and a warrior friend who turned her face to just say, "Go!"
"Well, why me ?! Isn't Eleanor-sama who won the game?"
"What are you talking about? Are you going to push that dangerous thing to women?"
"No, if Eleanor didn't provoke that much in the first place, this would be ... La, Rai! Rai would be more suitable for this! Instead of me-"
"Even if I'm fighting in a warrior course, I'm not convinced that it's the other side. If you're not the same magician, you're not going to admit a loss? That looks like that."
"That's it ..."
The bell of the lecture resounded, telling Kirill that it was out of time.