"I'm Kent El Reservoir. He's Lord Lizarth's son."
"Oh, thank you for this."
Your fat man seems to be named Kent.
"... what's that attitude? Be more respectful of the civilians!
"Huh."
Even if you ask me to respect you.
Hunter School students should all be defined in the school rules as equal students.
So regardless of the aristocratic civilians, there is no upward or downward relationship.
I learned that only after precautions about the school rules were posted on the contact board.
Anyway, doing something great because you're noble is something you shouldn't do.
"More than that, what can I do for you, Master Kent?
Your sister interrupts the conversation and asks Kent.
"You have nothing to do with this, shut up, you sub-human!
"Oh, this is rude"
Your sister says and takes a step back.
Instead of being angry, he also seemed a little laughing.
I, too, honestly, am about to lose my laugh about Kent.
Because somehow, how it feels to be a nobleman.
I feel almost like I have these villains.
"Hey Fari. You be one of my men."
"Yes?"
I tilt my neck at Kent-kun's unclamped words.
"I'm telling you to be one of my men. You got it?
"What kind of look is that?
Now the rig interrupts the conversation.
"Oh, my God, you're the one who lost to the kid, aren't you?"
"Do you mean Fari? Well, then it's true, but what?
"Pull your incompetence in!
Kent insulted you about the rig.
With this in mind, the perception changes in me.
From funny villain aristocracy, to the subject of absolute crushing. I feel like doing whatever Kent has to do to make you a guitar.
"Well, you were also rumored to be the second grader in the late exam. Whatever, you can do it with my men, too, okay?
"Just kidding. I won't be one of anyone's men."
"Oh, come on, you're weak."
You said I was weak?
"That's right. You're gonna lose to a kid like this. Aren't you the weakest enrollee of the year?
Kent lining up words that insult the rig one after the other.
If you're going to say that, you must be quite capable.
I examine my abilities in Supersearch.
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Kent El Lizzarth
Life: 1215
Power: 1352
Attack: 108
Defense: 125
Magic Power: 297
Agility: 85
Skills:
Magical Suitability: Soil (C)
Magic Resistance:
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It was a surprisingly cluttered fish.
No, I'm admitted to Hunter School once, so I guess this is still strong enough as a student.
But honestly, Kent looks weak because I'm getting used to the status of a 'Red Purity' member.
From the talk of rank in class earlier, Kent's age - probably sixteen, the age of the general Hunter School entrants - it should be quite something that earthly magic aptitude is C.
But given that the rig is a four-assembly B-rank in the first place, and that I myself am an all-assembly A-rank, just one C-rank doesn't deserve any surprise.
"Anyway, Fari, you should be one of my men. I'm a genius sorcerer of the C-rank. You can teach him magic."
"No, it's cool."
If you want to be taught, I'll teach Rig.
The rig has a B in earthly attribute magic aptitude. When it feels like this, knowledge and everything feels more like a rig up there.
The market dictates that the one who is great without darkness is something he doesn't know as much about himself because he doesn't study.
Kent turns his face bright red with anger when I say no.
"Are you saying you can't hear me?!?
"Well, Master Kent, please wait"
Your sister will interrupt the conversation again.