Attempt and the day that came. The driving range on the school grounds was full of people.
Originally, there is also a watching area in the driving range, which is used not only for practical skills and training on campus, but also for events such as exchange games with the school. Of course, it is not an amusement facility, so even if you say a watching area, there are no chairs. As the distance from the center of the assembly hall increases, the slope is gradually increased, and a moderate step is created. The spectator sits down on the step or sits down on a folding chair that he brought in and looks down.
The center of the driving range is a fifty-meter-diameter circular square, which is surrounded by walls aligned at a height of about three meters.
"Hey. It was like this inside the driving range."
Ry looked around at the driving range and was impressed by Cyril.
But that Cyrill can't afford it. I didn't expect it to be that much.
Performing a challenge with the Countess is not, by itself, Cyrillic. Even more, this sight is almost a spectacle. Kirill, who was originally unwilling, just falls without a bottom.
"Why this ..."
At this point, Boyaki, who doesn't even know how many times it is, speaks.
"It can't be helped. A genius who also puts a glance at the pieces and the instructors. One of the most noble members of the school and the school. If it's a bet on each other's claims and settled on a direct attempt, pay attention. I'll take a bath. "
"No, I'm not the one who took the game out or received it."
Being discreet, Cyril is rather modest.
Atrophy "Even if that Earl's son doesn't speak, I'm sure it will be like this one day. It's good because he can get rid of the most annoying things first. Will do it for you. ''
Eleanor affirmed in a violent language that could not be considered a noble daughter. His mouth is as if he wanted this.
"... I guess it's true, but from the beginning this-"
"Both! To the center!"
Cyril's voice inquiring about the intention is erased by the signal of the referee.
"Hello, Cyrill. The referee is calling."
"The stage has been set up this way, so please win at will."
Urgent Cyril was reluctant to walk to the center of the driving range, with two companions saying irresponsibility.
Waiting in the center are the opponent's son Rion and the referee. Eyes concentrated on the entire race track towards Cyril, who had begun to walk.
Most of the audience are students of the school, but some of them seem to be off-campus. The fact that the first grader's attempts have attracted so much attention is largely due to the jury's judgment, as well as the fact that Cyril's opponent is the Earl's son.
The referee glanced at Cyril with his burning red eyes. She is a renowned explorer who has accomplished numerous archeological excavations. Not to mention his reputation, he is a wasteful look to be an explorer, and there are many followers not only in Ichii but also among the nobles.
The character is pure and violent. He hated to bend and had many enemies because he couldn't forgive him, even if he was noble.
Everybody knows that it's inflexible, but more than fair. Nobody would be more appropriate as a referee.
Why is she doing refereeing with such a student's attempt? Cyril had revealed the answer from Eleanor.
"A lot of nobles consider themselves to be the norm. Of course, some people are not. At least that Count's son isn't going to be as good as the average people and can accept the results. After the attempt, it may add a bit of judgment, or maybe try to buy a referee. '
Eleanor affirmed, though, that she was fine.
Female explorers who have a reputation for being willing to accept any noble opponent if they don't make sense will never be bought if pressured by the Countess. In addition, his ability and fame are certain. Nobody should question the decision. That's why Eleanor recommended the referee ahead of the Countess.
Of course, she is busy as well as being a renowned explorer. Originally, there should be no time to undertake a referee in a student's attempt, but Eleanor says that he had to accept "lower his head and petition".
Still, if her father, Viscount Milmeus, helped her, but heard that Eleanor himself had come to the investigator and begged, Cyril was stupid when she had an aristocratic daughter with a strangely light footwork. I had an impression.
"What is it about having an Earlman wait? Waiting for the courtesy of a commoner knows it's a waste, but isn't it rude?"
"Oh, sorry."
Rion, approaching and lagging behind with an arrogant attitude, is on the lookout for Cyril who quietly apologizes.
Shimozu: "If you think about, why do I have to be in the same place as Kisama? If Kisama bows down and asks for forgiveness, that would be okay. No. You can rub your head here and apologize and forgive me if you leave school. "
Hanna: Cyril is annoyed at her disrespectful attitude, but she doesn't want to be with her.
"Um .... Even if you said that, there are circumstances here as well ..."
Obviously, mainly the Viscount Daughter is not convinced. Cyril declined his offer sparingly, but he would not be able to forgive Rion himself.
"Do you intend to stab the Earl family on the edge of the commoners!"
The referee gestures down Rion, who tries to rush to Cyril in an instant.
"I acknowledge that words are a weapon, but please refrain from over-provoking before the start of the attempt. Any further penalties will be charged."
"What is Kisama! A word I knew I was a Countess !?"
The investigator responded with a plain face to Rion, who turned the breach to the referee.
"Yes, you know, you're Leon, the fourth son of the Countess of Krassel. What happened?"
"Do you know that attitude!"
"Now you are one of the fighters you will fight. I am the referee. What else do I need to take into account? I just treat you as a referee. This does not change my attitude. Then, just disqualify right now? "
"Ku ... Remember ...!"
I want to avoid disqualification. Rion withdrew, staring at the referee.
Cyrill is relieved. It is true that she asked her for a referee. A judge who does not speak to Rion, who swung his status, cannot expect a decent judgment.
Despite the gazing eyes of Rion from now on, the referee opens her mouth as if nothing had happened.
"I understand both rules, but I'll explain them just in case."
Nod Cyril and Leon talk silently to confirm the referee.
For example, "The time for a solve is fifteen minutes. The win or loss is a test amulet. This amulet protects the body of the wearer with a barrier, but when a certain amount of load is applied for a short time, It's designed to lose its effect. You will win or lose when any of the amulets are invalidated. Of course, you lose if you lose the amulet effect. "
The referee takes the stringed amulet and hands it to Cyril and Lion. When Cyril receives the amulet, she ties the string to a piece of clothing and secures it.
"Attacks against opponents who have lost the amulet effect are forbidden. Attack after a victory or defeat is immediately considered a loss. Do not consider useless follow-ups in any attempt, regardless of the actual battle."
If the effect of the amulet is lost, the light particles will spread to the area around one meter away. It will be obvious that the amulet has been disabled, even if you keep it in your pocket.
"Although it is separated from the spectators by defensive barriers, deliberate attacks on the spectators are prohibited, and external assistance is similarly prohibited. The type of magic used is unlimited, except for a few: poisons, curses, and the like, and weapons with these effects are also forbidden. Is it OK?"
The rules themselves are as I heard before. Demonstrate that there is no complaint.
"Now, both sides, please stand."
In response to the referee's words, Cyril moves to the standing position shown in the center of the driving range, where she is bowed.
"that?"
"What's happen?"
An inquiring woman asks Cyril, who involuntarily heard a voice.
"Oh, uh ... are you standing here?"
"Yes, definitely."
Cyrill stands on the line marked on the ground. Opponents are also standing on the line.
But the distance was much closer than Cyril had expected.
"Are you really good at this distance?"
The female investigator as the referee squints. He understands what Cyril wants to say, but just shakes his head and doesn't say anything more.
On the other hand, another human standing in this place made that sense and raised his mouth.
"What a commoner. Did you notice this time? If you're afraid to eat attack magic at this distance, admit losing and surrender."
"Well, no ... if you're right, there's no problem. It's OK here."
The reason that Cyril confirmed to the referee. It was only 20 meters away from your opponent. Considering that the distance to the target where the magic is hit in the training is also 20 meters, the school may think that interval is an appropriate distance in battle.
But that's for the general sorcerer. For Cyril who is trained by Aldis in the forest, twenty meters is not a long distance. Even the double-sword beast, which is relatively slow-footed, is the distance at which you can attack while casting an attack magic.
In extreme terms, this is the distance that Cyril needs to be ready for close combat. In the forest, she escapes from the beast and casts magic to stop her. If Cyril takes that for granted, it would be possible to release magic while narrowing the distance.
"If it was this distance ..."
Cyrill murmurs in a whisper that never reaches anyone's ears.
Indeed, the demon instructor also took a break yesterday because it was the day before the attempt. Therefore, there is no worry about physical condition.
Remembering Aldis's phrase, "Have it on your feet," assemble the flow right after the start of the attempt.
"Then-try!"
It was almost at the same time that the referee signaled that Cyril had come to terms.