Tou no Madoushi

I've been in college for a month.

Lynn and Theo still had days of being chased by exams and assignments, but they were still getting used to it a lot and gaining some leeway.

"You're in a substance generating magic class today. Are you done with your assignment?" Teo talks to Lynn as she opens the college book and walks.

"Just the last finish. It'll be over in the middle of the day off."

"Then you can do it in the classroom. Get to your seats early."

"Yeah."

It's still early for class to start, but the two decided to head to the classroom.

"Is that it? Theo. You're early today."

"Ah, Theo. Good morning."

The students on the road speak up to Theo.

They were all beginner class demon mentors taking the same class.

I'll see you later.

Theo responds appropriately and walks away.

Lynn follows Theo as discreetly as possible.

It's been a month since I started attending college, but Lynn still didn't have any friends other than Theo.

Lynn, who didn't have many generations in her hometown, experienced something called the College for the first time in the tower.

Classes will sit in free seats, so friendly kids will sit tight with each other.

Each consolidation was openly grouped and closed by identity, country of origin and gender.

Lynn was a little disappointed to see a large group of children gathered together at the entrance ceremony and hoped to be friends with all of them.

Nature and Lynn were to stick around Theo because no one was from the slave class in any class.

Theo soon became a sight to behold from everyone.

It didn't feel like a leader.

But his confident attitude, his intelligent manner of speaking, and then a kind of temper that did not attract others, attracted everyone.

The less distinctive Lynn will naturally be treated as' some kind of plain guy with Theo 'and' the guy always attached behind Theo '.

Lynn and Theo went in early expecting less people in the classroom, but regretted their choice after they entered.

Because I heard a tall woman from the inside just knocking at the door.

Besides, the voice belonged to someone they didn't want to see as much as possible.

"You like Theo? Don't be such a civilian. You're so cute, marry a nobleman."

"Chip. That's him again"

Theo tongues abominably.

Lynn got heavier too.

When I turned to my voice, I saw Yuven.

She also notices this one and calls out.

"Oh, it's not Theo. You're as shitty as ever. Was there something recessionary going on?

"I didn't do anything wrong, and it's not recessionary."

All the girls in Yuven's group turn this way for the two interactions.

They were all a little flashy. Lynn gets nervous just because she can turn a curious eye to them.

"Oh, yeah. So you've been looking like that from day to day. Ahaha."

That's all I'm saying, Yuven will soon turn to her group again. Their group laughs at Couscous and looks at this one on the side with a flicker.

"Chip, what the hell are those guys?"

Theo whines in a frustrating tone.

"Let's go, Theo. I have to get ready for class. That seat is empty."

Lynn rushes Theo into an empty seat.

Lynn chose a seat as far away from Yuven as possible, but her high voice still resonated well.

"If you're getting married, you're noble. That's also foreign nobility. A triary-speaking man isn't very cool. Cahahahaha."

She said in a voice that could also be heard by triary-speaking boys, including Theo and Lynn.

"Don't worry, Lynn. You can just ignore what he says."

Even so, Lynn found Theo tingling. Theo puts his arms together and legs together, looking poor and sluggish and difficult.

That was his habit when he was upset.

As Lynn prepares for the test while feeling the frustration of Theo, a group of male students enters the classroom with a classy atmosphere that is also of an international personality among the aristocratic class.

When he saw one of them, a student who also felt like a boy, who wanted to cut off his black forehead exactly, Yuven suddenly pushed silently and quickly became himself.

He takes his seat. No, Yuven goes straight to him and talks.

"Morning, Terrim. You look cool. Is the assignment over yet? Wasn't that hard?

Yuven struck a different attitude to Theo and spoke to Terrim with a cat stroke.

"Hey, Yuven. Looks like you struggled with your assignment."

"Really? The" boundaries between yes and no "part is difficult. I still don't get it."

"Oh, that part..."

The two immediately start talking in a soothing atmosphere.

Terrim is the youngest son of Arinthians.

Become a foreign nobleman to Lynn, Theo, and Yuven.

Yuven was right. In front of the children of a foreign aristocratic class, the cold, thorny voice shown in front of the civilian class lurked the ringing and sold the fragrance openly.

She was always at this rate. Depending on who was in the classroom or the person you were talking to in front of you was changing your corny attitude by someone.

Seeing how it was, Theo made me more and more frustrated. Lynn also couldn't be inner, serene when Yuven was in the same classroom.

Sometimes what makes her mind restless when she's in the same space is that her voice touches the eclampsia, and sometimes she's togetherness against the civilian class.

But these are only secondary causes.

The biggest problem was Yuven's appearance.

Yuven was adorable.

She was cute anyway.

It was cuteness competing for one or two among the female demon mentors in the elementary class.

It was all adorable, including its little face and platinum hair and the mean look it occasionally gave.

Now I might not have cared that much if I were an ugly girl.

But does there exist a man who can't help but care about the ratings from cute girls like Yuven?

Lynn's heart went out whenever the sweet smile she showed in front of Terrim came into view.

But I knew there was no way to get rid of the blurring in my mind.

Because she is a resident of a world apart from Lynn.

It wasn't until shortly after she came to the college that Lynn learned that the tower had an aspect as a social place for the aristocratic class.

Theo talked to me one time.

"This tower is also a place for the nobles to connect their fortunes. Especially for nobles who want to connect with foreign nobles. Damn it. It's a wedding thing. Do it with Yoso."

Sometimes they actually dress up as if both parents had met for the first time at the Tower College under agreement from the beginning for the purpose of marriage, or that their children would be bound in a way that was not in keeping with their parents' will by some mistake, or even that, as a result of mistakes, they had developed to one step before the war.

Back in the past, that kind of story was gobbling around in the college.

The master on the noble children is also present to prevent such a thing.

They are both mentors and mentors of magic.

The neighborhood of senior aristocrats, who are so plotted to ensure that no mistakes are made with such great care, but rather the seniors who tried to get their children into the college in order to relate to senior aristocrats and make mistakes at the parents' mercy continued to follow.

Yuven was one of them.

Nevertheless, most of the children had guessed the adult situation for them, and they were trying not to take reckless action.

Especially the aristocratic descendants were defending their position as to whether they were included by their parents and were trying not to make mistakes.

As soon as Lynn heard this story, she realized that a kind of indiscipline existed in the classroom. In other words, the aristocratic class is the aristocratic class, and the civilian class is consolidated in the civilian class, taking care not to intentionally engage with each other in different identities.

Sometimes we worked together between different classes because of the need for classes, and in some cases we got along, but that was somewhere approximate and we were careful not to get too deep into each other.

Juven, a junior aristocrat, was in such a classroom and symbolized the inter-class wall.

She did not tolerate such ambiguity, even though she could associate independently with the civilian class and senior nobility from her status as a lower nobleman.

She wanted to be united with a senior nobleman, while ignoring or, in some cases, showering harsh words if the child of the civilian class wanted to talk casually, had an outspoken attitude towards the noble class.

She used her attitude for the civilian and aristocratic classes well and reminded those in the classroom of their identity even if they responded or not.

Lynn looked at Terrim, speaking intimately with Yuven, with a half-enjoyed look, with a half-pathetic look.

Because even Terrim wasn't destined for Yuven.

She was currently obsessed with the fifth year of the College's Magic Instructor named Kruga Mitland.

Kruga is the second son of a senior aristocratic Mitlan family in the Spirna country.

Not only is he impeccable in his family, but his talent as a magician is also impeccable, and he is expected to be in charge of the future of the tower.

The rumors of his illustrious achievements in the Magic Guide competition and academia were nearly known even by Lynn, who was largely not in a relationship of friendship.

Lynn only saw his face photograph once in a newspaper published in school.

Though I have black black eyes and long dark hair that took me to the eye for a little shadow, that's another cool impression, and this would look hot on a woman, Lynn thought.

"I want to be close to Master Kruga," Yuven said publicly every time he was without Terrim.

"I'd like to give Master Kruga a hand job on flying magic. He is famous for flying magic. The best way to improve is to ask him to teach you. Oh, I wonder if there's any way I can get Master Kruga to teach me how to fly. It's only for later school."

It was clear to everyone that her aspirations weren't as word-assed.

Nevertheless, her aspirations were never possible either.

We don't have to know if civilians are going to marry nobles, and it's not that much of a hurdle that junior nobles are going to marry senior nobles.

In its fifth year of college, Kruga is currently primarily attending classes held in the 90 tiers.

The only thing holding her back from Kruga is the difference between the classes she can take.

Lynn felt most strongly that the world she lived in was different from Yuven was at the College exit.

There are two elevators at the exit down the College stairs.

One is the 90 hierarchy, that is, the elevators up there connected to the Alfrid first-class.

The other is a 10-story, or downward elevator connected to Renlil, a factory zone.

Yuven rides the elevator up and Lynn rides the elevator down.

Lynn often saw the children of the aristocratic class riding up to the elevator.

From what I hear, they're going out to a party of nobility that's going to be a tea party after school.

One day, Lynn often asked her classmates who would go to the factory part-time with her.

"Hey. I'll see you for your noble tea. I guess it's a fun place."

"You're just talking about the nobles having tea. There's nothing wrong with not being able to go."

That being said, there was a sense of jealousy and envy seeping through his face.

The truth was I couldn't seem to help myself wanting to go.

Lynn turned her mind whenever she saw her figure, or whenever she heard her voice, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Her figure stood out, so she could find it as soon as she looked for it.

She always fastened her platinum hair with elegant hair decorations, dressed in a deep red robe from the college and walked with a sticky cane.

It was so urban and gorgeous.

Whether it's in the classroom or in the hallway, when I hear her, I stick around looking for Yuven.

When Yuven was found, I noticed myself looking for her figure and was disgusted.

That disappointed me when I found out I couldn't find Yuven's figure and it was my fault.

It was Yuven, who talks all the time against the aristocratic class, but there was only one civilian class she went to speak from herself.

It's Theo.

She was involved with Theo every time, like some ritual, even though she was a civilian class.

Nevertheless, it was harder to say that the provocative connotation was a stronger and dearer expression.

And as for Lynn next to him, he still didn't even seem to hang it on his teeth.

Lynn had no choice but to leave her mind squirming by her presence.

I didn't think Lynn from the slave class would be forced to talk to Yuven and deal with him.

But the opportunity for Lynn to be spoken to by her will come in unexpected ways.

Next time, Episode 18: Handshaken Hands