Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Save one of the two people as a poker, and turn to the people who are falling.

The faculty and students of the Beale School of Magic, back in the human race, all remain bare.

Erotic that there are two naked people, but only the word "spectacular" that comes to this area.

"I don't care if you leave us all here, and we need to get everyone dressed before they get conscious."

"Dear Carlisle,"

Soon Marcosias, who returned to me, spoke.

"What's going on?

"I'll take care of that."

"Will you do it? Thanks."

"It's a pleasure."

Marcosias looked just a little happy and faced the naked mountain.

Chant bumps and something to boost your magic.

If he's an angel, he won't have any work to do, I'll take care of it here.

I've come this far together, headed to Shaomai's.

"Good day, Shaomei"

"Dear Alexander..."

"What's going on? You don't seem well, though."

"Yes... I'm sorry, I can't help you. It was just a bummer and it was over."

I see, that's what you care about.

Shaomai was serious at the same time as he was shy, and saw it as a character that tends to clog in for that matter.

"... that's troublesome, Shaomei needs to cheer me up"

"No, I don't..."

"I had something to ask Shaomei, if she's not well, it'll be delayed for that matter"

"Wow, to me!?

Shaomai who is surprised and keeps an eye out.

"Yeah, but I can't help but feel unwell. Until Shaomei gets better..."

"I will!

Shaomai shouted, front-loaded, and stuffed me with enough momentum to eat.

"What should I do?

"Will you do it? Then follow me."

"Yes!"

I took Shaomai, who was feeling better, and headed to the ground fight with Pillings Marcosias just a moment ago.

Outside the island on land, it's just collapsing in the aftermath of the battle.

"Ah, here..."

"We're all in trouble if we don't get this place back to its original form, I thought. I was going to ask for a permanent freeze on Shaomei, because I can fix it perfectly, not outright."

"You were... I'll take care of it!

Shaomai was even more energetic and intentional.

Spread your legs slightly and lay your hands out with your eyes closed.

Increase your magic with the Mpapato style, and your long black hair flutters with that magic.

Strong, beautiful.

That's what I thought of Shaomai's appearance.

She rebuilt the part of the collapse with permanently frozen ice with magic that increased to her own limits.

"Good day, thank you, Shaomai."

"- Yes!"

Shaomai looked so happy, she grinned like a large circle of flowers blossomed.

Confident and fulfilling, Shaomei is one of the most beautiful women I know.

I want to make her more confident, to do this specifically - and it was beautiful enough for my thoughts to leap.

"Um..."

It didn't let me swoop at the thought.

A man's voice came from behind me.

Turning around, an old man stood up and spoke to me roughly.

"What about you?

"My name is Jack. I'm the principal of this Beale School of Magic."

"You were the principal."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Jack said so, bowing his head deeply.

I'm a magic school principal, it's not weird knowing about me.

than that.

"Do you remember what happened?

"Yes, everything here."

"" "Thank you!

"Wow!"

From further beyond Jack, I heard a thankful symphony.

I was suddenly surprised by the loud voice. Because of the size and amount of voice (,), I guess most faculty and students have woken up and said it in unison.

"You're welcome. Do you still have any more trouble than that?

"That's..."

"I do."

Jack got sick of feeling sorry for himself.

I heard that because it (,) was out in his face.

Unlike the knowledge of a wise man's sword, years of experience make me somehow know if the person in front of me is in trouble.

That's why I asked, but it was an indication.

"Can you come over here?

"Yeah."

I nodded small and followed, Shaomai also followed me from behind.

Led by Jack, he came back to the magic school officials who regained consciousness.

What most people have in common is that besides gratitude in their eyes, confusion is mixed.

I wonder what's wrong.

"This is it."

There was something human-like ahead of Jack's guide to us.

The shape is definitely human.

It's about 170cm, beautiful human.

But you can't have a man or a woman, you look neutral.

That's laying on your back on the ground.

Appearance, no. The shape was human, and the material wasn't.

Crystal.

inorganic and translucent. That's not even a human place or an organism.

"What's this?

"I don't know. We were together when we woke up. Ask the people around you, there was nothing you knew as one person."

"I see."

"After all that happened, it was creepy."

……

I nodded silently and stared at the crystal.

It was a strange feeling.

No, should I say look?

What you're seeing over your glasses is definitely the human soul.

But I never knew the rank of that soul, unlike I knew the rank of any opponent until now, when I saw the angel Marcosias.

Instead, maybe you're right to say it keeps changing in second increments.

That's what I saw over my glasses, a changing soul in seconds.

Jack and the others, the people at the magic school looked at me with anticipation and feelings.

I thought a little bit, I also asked the Sword of the Wise.

Eventually, he pulled that sage's sword out of his back and slowly, with enough momentum to touch it, protruded into the crystal.

"-!"

Moments change right in front of you.

It becomes a bright white, blinking space surrounded by light.

From there countless things flew into the sky like balloons.

Every time it (,) jumps up one, I hear one "thank you".

Fly innumerable, innumerable "thank you".

That number isn't in ten or a hundred or anything like that, 10,000 - no, a hundred - no, a thousand.

That was a certain number.

Liberation.

The word surfaced from the sight in front of me.

Liberation of more than 10 million souls.

As soon as I thought so, I have given knowledge rarely and spontaneously from the Sword of the Wise.

Silver disaster.

So 10% of humanity sacrificed is said to be roughly the same as the number in front of us.

So many, the common denominator of Hershel's magic.

I didn't think it had anything to do with...

I was sure.

Crystal dolls were caught without the soul sacrificed at that time being able to ascend.

That is.

More than a hundred years of souls sacrificed in the scourge of silver.

Finally, he was freed.