I was flabbergasted to hear about your mother's shocking recent developments, but I realized something happened and hit Senior Hunt with my doubts.
"Is that it? Was Senior Hunt someone you knew, Ursh?
Earlier Senior Hunt pointed out that it was the son of the Snabble Chamber of Commerce who was beside me, so when he said so, Senior Hunt shook his head sideways.
"No, I just know it unilaterally. Maybe most of the alchemy students know him. He's already a famous alchemist at that age. I'm not hanging up."
Ah ”huh? Where are you going to tell me there was an unbroken element?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were recognized as an alchemist? You can't hang up on me, Gorga!
You turn me back to Senior Hunt while you forgive me like a doe and a horse on the side, mincing my senior cliché.
"I just happen to have a nice environment. I still have something to learn, so I'm going to take care of all my fiancées in the alchemy department. I just want the dean to file for admission. How long are you here?
"I'm at the bottom. I'm working on a golem for the Department of Magic Warriors right now, but I think I'd be happy to tell you that Ursh Snabble is here. I just want you to take care of yourself if you can, because when you can take your fiancée with you and show it off, you're gonna burn up and lose your fucking temper. 'Cause I'm not hanging up."
These guys are willing to take the golem out on their Magic Warrior counterparts. You're a killer.
By the way, speaking of department heads is like student chairmen in each department.
There is no such thing as a student council that brings all students together and represents them at the Los Angeles College. Decisions such as budgets are taken at meetings of department heads and deputy department heads and teachers in each department.
There is nothing called a committee other than a dean or deputy dean, and such things as security in the college or a librarian in the library are hired by specialist staff.
Because civilians to royalty and nobility do not function well in this college where they are gathered to mix, even if they give their students positions like Commissioner of Culture and Discipline.
If you hear of demons in your territory, you can't tell your students to hold on to their runaway aristocratic son in this country, where the lords are all brainy enough to rush into it on their own. The area is the turn of professional adults.
Is it okay to throw him into the same study hall as the royal and the civilian to his next sister, who sometime went to marry Uncle Borderline? Are you okay with assassinations or something? I asked,
Can you say the same thing on the battlefield? If you're royal enough to die in college, that's it. "
Considering what they said, they would say that they know how much brain muscle this country is.
Even though you say you are under threat from demons and warcraft every day, isn't that too much blood?
You go around a lot, this country. I guess there are a lot of good civilians.
Sure, if it's a massive battlefield, both royalty and civilians are in the same place, but the situation is different.
But if you're going to die inside a school that's warmer than the battlefield, you're not going to survive a messy battlefield.
I stopped thinking around it because even though I thought it would just sink into the mud of my thoughts.
Since the brain muscle is like that, and the son dies mecha in the battle against warcraft and demons, the lord who sets up a territory around the place where part of the royal family and the dungeon are located, and the border uncle, the number varies according to the danger of the land, but it is a good thing to have multiple daughters-in-law.
What, the state recognized Harlem? And it got complicated, but the land where polygamy is recognized seems to be seriously (seriously) dangerous, so I knew I'd stop thinking.
'Cause I'm gonna marry a civilian, Ursh, so it doesn't matter. Civilians are monogamous.
Prince Wang, Chris' brother, has three daughters and children, and Chris is not allowed to have polygamy so far, so Alice has nothing to do with it.
And why, all of a sudden, when I say what I think about polygamy...
"Excuse me, ladies. I was entrusted by Lewis to deal with Isabella."
"Oh, isn't it heavy on you to entertain Isabella, who hasn't been confirmed as Lewis' fiancée yet?
"Stop both of you. I've already made up my mind to be Master Lewis' wife. So you two should go back to your quarters."
Because two fiancées of Senior Lewis Hunt and one fiancée candidate surrounded him and unable to move.
The three of them are in the Villain Lady position at Senior Louis Hunt Loot.
Yes, the house of the son of Marquis Lewis Hunt, the target of the attack, is recognized as polygamous because of the presence of dungeons and the ruling of a territory where many demons appear, and the man already has two fiancées.
And as of VER2, which puts him on his route, his fiancée will increase to three.
Louis Hunt, I'm sorry!! I'm building a harem, and I'm not gonna cut it or anything. Shh!
You can't cut it at all. You!! Apologize to all the other single boys students!!
And he pushed the three rubbing at me, and he took you downstairs, damn it, he!!
Lewis Hunt, who I seriously won't tolerate anymore. Remember when the college really starts.
In the meantime, a Harlem member of Lewis Hunt spoke up against me.
"Dear Isabella, you'd better hear the discipline from me, as Lewis told you, wouldn't you?
"That's not true, is it? I think I'm the oldest of them all. Isn't that right?
"No, I'm the closest thing to Isabella's home environment. I also have a tough brother who plays knight. That's why I should be the better person to talk to. Isn't that right, Master Isabella?"
This is troubling. Whoever you ask, it's going to be a hassle later.
There are things in my daughter's home environment that attract my interest, but I'm not half as good at shaking the topic as I'm likely to catch. That's my plan to have a real wife.
Anyway, I want to get away from this. I want to run away with a good gap. If there's no gap, we'll make it.
Turning to the three of you, raise one hand high and open your mouth.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please work hard for Senior Hunt to win the guide. So... Fi!!
With the hanging voice, they waved down the hand they were raising vigorously, and instantly threw it off their robe to signal and started a triple epic catfight.
I thought it would be...
I plan to marry the son of a lord of a dangerous land, so much so that polygamy is recognized. It can't be a brain muscle. I'm not a combat specialist. I don't have any hassles.
I'm sure there's no such thing as a mouth fight for a brainy lady.
I thought if someone rang a gong, a bareback fight (stegolo) would start.
Oh, well. If I had three daughters-in-law like this, I wouldn't hang up. Sorry, Senior Hunt. I have a little sympathy for you.
In the meantime, let's get out of this place while the three of us are beating each other up.