Din no Monshou

The moment Eric shrugged.

Soothing magic freed him from his body.

Eric's leopard freaks out, and the nobles around him wander.

I don't even care about such a hustle and bustle, I'm going to turn the page to pieces.

A few seconds later, his hand stopped in the second half position.

Take a closer look at the wall and start chanting.

"Attacking stubbornness is a fool's poison law.

A word of a sage who slashes hard.

Peeling and falling off is false armor.

People call this a measure of stripping - "Edward Alvin" "

With that voice, close the book.

Then a magic like hot air emerged from Eric's body.

It drifts without power and sticks to the wall.

It's obviously magic without power.

Seeing it, the nobles around me laugh a lot.

"Ha ha, civilians! Sounds like civilians!"

"Isn't that an interesting pastime? Let's see to the end."

"A thin, dirty people. Who is that unsold street performer?"

Kicking those voices overhead, Eric continues to operate the hot air.

Slowly infiltrate the wall with magic, painting it all over the place.

And as soon as Eric muttered about something with Bosoli, a strange noise sounded.

- Gotthong.

A heavy noise burst into the big square.

An audience to be taken aback. And judges.

Even me, it took a few seconds to figure out what happened.

"... Hey, that"

One of the nobles points to something.

Looking in that direction, the surface of the wall was peeling off.

Large walls about a meter thick.

About 30% of them peel off beautifully and collapse to the ground.

It's not a crack, overwhelming destruction.

That, too, without adding any wasted power.

The judge, who had stopped with a big mouth open, raised a scowling voice.

"… eh, judgment A"

The twitch boiled.

In addition to the magic I've never seen before, high praise to the anomaly.

Normally, cursing rumors would fly.

But because the atmosphere overflowing from Eric was too awesome?

No one could open their mouths.

Eric is turning his overwhelming hatred around.

Trying to walk away as it was, one human stood up.

frustrating shrimp surface. It's Zeke.

Eric punches his tongue, but he doesn't try to bypass it.

"That's amazing magic. I was honestly impressed."

…………

"I don't think it's the kind of magic a groovy rat-like person can acquire."

…………

"Are you aware? It's in the wrong place.

This is the place to train future aristocratic healthy children to be magicians.

It's not a playground for the underprivileged. "

…………

Sieg exposes himself to one poisonous tongue after another.

But Eric is just standing.

From that guy, I guess a bad mouth to this extent is a routine tea meal.

But it's so frustrating to watch from the side.

I stood next to Eric, relative to Zeke.

"Get out of the way. It's my turn next.

Stay out of the way, both of you. "

If we don't go into arbitration, things will never go forward.

Keep the two of you away, I'm in between.

Ooh, that's a strangely proud position.

You see that? Cops I took care of in my previous life.

I was a zero-communist in my last life, and now I'm a mediator.

That was the part where I even flattened the bowl of cutlets.

I remember you freaking out when the bill came later.

I'm sorry you burned your evil thoughts and scratched the rice when taxes tasted good.

I wonder who pays for a bowl of cutlets.

Don't send out a 1000 yen bowl of fine cutlets to investigate.

I was desperate after five drinks.

Compared to then, I stand out now.

You can change people.

Immersed in self-indulgence, words continued to disturb it.

"Oh, if you say so. I just remembered."

Distorted the edge of his mouth, Sieg trembles his throat.

And check the human position around you.

If you talk low, you won't hear it around you.

In that state, Sieg continued his provocation.

Just so Eric and I can hear each other.

I dropped the bomb.

"Eric Haytrid.

I thought I'd heard it somewhere.

I'm listening, because my father used to spill his stupidity.

I see, was the son of a bandit banished from Wang Du because of contraindication studies "

".................. ugh"

Gilli, and Eric made his teeth snap.

Eric I've endured so far.

But you seem to have touched something you shouldn't have.

I pointed my shooting gaze at Sieg.

Shit, my eyes are totally sitting there.

- Open the gates of all demons.

Eric's old robe swings.

The irrepressible magic manifested itself as wind pressure.

Awesome rage.

Magic power depends on mentality anyway.

Therefore, if you are calm, you can release precise magic.

If it is dramatically higher, the accuracy will decrease, but the explosive power will increase dramatically.

Eric took the book out, wrapped in immeasurable anger.

Look at that, Sieg mocks.

"Are you sure? If you break out here, you're not allowed to enroll."

…………

That's a real threat.

On this occasion, defying Siege means death.

In a social or physical sense.

If it was normal, I guess I should sit here and apologize.

But Eric doesn't have his voice completely in his ear.

That's a dangerous atmosphere.

The high nobility around him revolts against Eric, who shows swordswallowing attitude.

"I know who Lord Sieg is! Refrain, folklore!"

"That's why I don't like taking exams in the recommendation system!

"Turn your back on this occasion!

If you can't do that, just disappear!

The loud voices cursed with their mouths shut.

Eric's hand trembles even louder.

Once attached, the spark is oiled.

Sieg with his surroundings on his side.

To stab him in the stomach, he said he was bossy.

Probably the worst word Eric ever wanted me to touch.

"The son of a sinner is still a foolish picture.

Grooved rats living in the mud, not even close. I want to see my parents' faces. "

"... te, meh. Say more, say more.

Whether they kill you on this occasion or not, I'll take Temeer on the road!

Finally, patience seems to have stopped working.

Eric, with his hair upside down, finally opened the book.

I don't care how much I can blame myself.

But when you can disparage your loved ones, your unspeakable anger creeps up.

They're close to me, too.

That kind of temperament guy.

I mean, so am I. Really.

As a matter of fact, I don't care how badly you say it.

Because I'm used to it.

I can't believe my heart was broken some time ago.

With my broken heart guiding me, I had a self-depraved life.

But still.

There was about the will not to give way.

I have a consciousness that I have had a nasty life.

But even such scumbags, there were people who did seem important.

Needless to say, I loved that guy.

No matter how much she fell, she never abandoned me.

I was happy.

Tears wore out.

Me and that guy are fundamentally different.

Tell you what, he's like a goddess.

For me, she was the family that mattered.

If it's for him, I'd really like to do anything for him.

That's what I always thought.

Watching the sight in front of me brings back burning memories in my brain.

It was the first time I was to know the harshness of public opinion after losing it, an unpleasant case.

I couldn't protect her, I couldn't protect her, I couldn't protect her, I couldn't protect her.

Was that when I was new to Nettle?

When I hadn't been out in a long time, I saw strange sights all over the city.

A bike that my sister cherished, characteristic.

It's a smiling dish with cute ravioli paint on it.

At first sight, I knew immediately that it belonged to my sister.

You can't even forget it.

I'm the one who painted that picture for you.

He bought it when he was in high school, a shiny bike.

My sister wants me to paint.

Of course I promised.

I wanted him to do whatever he wanted.

I only had time for it because it was Neat.

I spent three days and three nights drawing up ravens that were terribly snoring.

What's this, Creature?

My first voice with a brush was self-inflicted.

But the rabbit near the saddle, I think, had a proud look somewhere.

And my sister who looks like she'll enjoy riding on it.

Watching her make me feel happy, too.

So I immediately understood.

This is a very troublesome situation right now.

Because.

A bicycle my sister cares about and has never let her parents touch her.

There was a woman riding it around casually.

Besides, it's bad to see.

"Tayuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ya.

"Seriously, I don't know what that means. No."

Like that.

"I wish I was dead."

etc.

It looked like an odd life form emitting a mysterious language.

No kidding, obviously the remarks were not commensurate with my sister.

So, at first glance, I get it.

DQN.

That guy was taking a few guys and bluffing downtown.

No way.

I saw a nasty vision in my brain.

If that's the case, we need to take it back now.

But at the time, I couldn't move a step from there.

I was scared.

The woman, and the gritty man next door.

It seemed like a different race from mine.

If I confront those guys, what will I see?

After a while of confusion, those two disappeared into the crowd.

I didn't even have time to stop it.

... Fair enough.

You have your next chance.

Using the brain-weather excuse as a shield, I walked straight downtown.

That night.

When I brought home the figure I bought downtown.

At the front door, my sister was swelling around her eyes.

Seeing that, I instantly understood.

I remember my throat caught.

No way.

Stop it, it won't be.

Please don't.

I accidentally dropped my purchase.

And ask what I understand.

"What's up?

and.

- An idiot.

You know that.

You missed it.

Because I'm scared, with an extreme sense of cowardice.

Are you going to be absolved?

It overflows with self-blame.

The answer I knew.

That was heard directly from my sister's mouth.

My sister said she was trying to get home from high school.

He said he didn't have a bike at that time and was desperate to find it.

They were wandering near the station for a few hours as it was.

And at dusk, my sister finally discovered her car.

I hear it was outside downtown.

Were they used as a means of dissipating stress?

They say the bike was completely destroyed with something like a bat.

The spokes went somewhere, the saddle was shattered and the ravioli peeled off every paint, apparently.

My sister falls off her knees and bites her lips off.

She sobbed and groaned.

"Sorry."

Why apologize?

You wouldn't have done anything wrong.

I get sudden apologies, and I get wolfy.

How sorry was my rash then?

I should have done better.

Before that happened, I could have stopped it,

'I'm sorry.... even though your brother drew it because of you'

Please don't.

It's really my fault.

I should still have made it.

My weak heart ruined everything.

"I'm really... I'm sorry -"

A crying sister.

When I saw him, my head turned white.

The behavior from there is fragmented and I don't remember very well.

I just remember jumping out of the house without my shoes on.

You headed straight for downtown, looking for them with your blood eye.

And I found it.

Example woman and a few of them.

They wrapped firecrackers around wild dogs in the alley and were having a spark party.

They were the ones who would do something ruinous.

Naturally, I don't think we can hope for a peaceful solution.

I ate and hung up on the bike.

Then, both DQNs laughed without merchandise and pointed at me.

But still, I pierce my faceless expression.

Did it get boring?

Or were you going to use me as a toy?

The men have replied with iron fists.

He was punched in the face thoughtfully, and an unpleasant sound echoed into his brain.

But I didn't take a step back.

I guess the guy you guys have been abusing has lost his temper in that one shot.

But it's wrong to impose something on me with pain.

I hit him right back.

Likewise. Towards the nose.

I rolled out a thoughtful phone punch.

A blow left to anger broke the opponent's body foolishly.

It's an amateur attack, but if you don't fear a fracture, it can be quite powerful.

To my counterattack, men who lose their cool.

That's where the tragic lynching began.

Beaten, beaten.

Kick, kick.

Kick me, kick me, kick me.

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me.

And when I got back to sanity.

Soon, my body was rolling into the dumpster.

There seemed to be a hole in his lungs, and when he breathed, he made a strange noise.

I still remember the taste of blood then as an uncomfortable feeling.

But I didn't lose.

It's not like I couldn't get revenge.

I took the people who made my sister cry right on the road.

Out of his multi-on-one disadvantage, he rammed around until he fell.

In a dirty alley, until it forms a situation where several bodies lie.

I ran wild.

After everything, I was anaemic and unconscious.

A fist smashed by beating people, strangely hot.

The corner of the alley where no one has a winner.

That's where the police who got the call came in.

Later.

The guys who made my sister's bike look stylish,

I confessed to having committed a crime with personal grievances.

Meta hit the bike with the

He was the one who confessed to my sister and was shaken.

The woman who accompanied it seemed jealous of her sister.

I got caught up in ugly emotions and my sister was in harm's way.

And I did the fool, too.

I was diagnosed at the hospital for a full month.

Before me like that, a jerk shows up.

Angry shoulders, with eyes that look like garbage.

He really tried to insulate me from the police.

"I can't even leave it on the last seat of the clan," he said.

I thought it was the most.

It's the end I deserve.

I couldn't protect what was important.

Besides, the same level of violence as the others forced them to put an end to it.

Where is there room for excuse?

But later I found out my sister was desperately moving for me.

He stopped my angry, heartfelt father, crying.

I found that out later and felt even more sorry for him.

Everything, everything was my fault.

Really, there's nothing I can do.

And I learned it as a lesson.

Anything lost and retrieved will never be recovered later.

I need to save it when I can.

Things get out of hand.

That's why I wished that day.

Never again, don't repeat the same mistake.

- He wants to be someone who can save someone.

One-sided ramblings that are going on right now in front of us.

Eric about to explode against it.

It overlaps terribly with the days I see it one day.

Yes, we have to stop it.

I'm the only one who feels like me.

You shouldn't feel helpless.

Eric trying to block it out loud, letting me say the rest of the words.

But Zeke doesn't stop.

He's just scorning and laughing.

Sieg only goes to break Eric's heart.

Just let me and Eric hear it.

"To my knowledge, you and your father were a little 'special' 'people, weren't you?

If it's too rebellious, you can expose it, right?

"... be..."

Eric's eyes ran blood.

Looks like he ran the ban.

Sieg either to stab Todome or dare ignore Eric's anger.

On top of that, I shrug my shoulders and grin.

"Besides, was your mother a hooker? You're finished making blood muscles."

"... Temeye, don't..."

"All I can say is it's ugly.

You don't even deserve to step into this king's capital. "

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on."

"Please disappear. Descendants of the filthy clan."

"- Huh, huh!

Eric, who couldn't stand it anymore, screamed something out of his mind.

They can't even think of a magical attack anymore.

Like I've ever lived that way.

Eric gets hit by Sieg.

But on the brink.

My magic exploded.

"-" Ignite Hell ""

If I were to describe it, that's just the blast.

Fire, as if it embodied the wrath of the Flaming God.

A radial fire shot out of my hand passed between them.

The air burns and reaches the target in an instant.

A magically guarded wall caused an outrageous explosion.

Large walls collapse and blocks bounce around.

"... Hino!?

"Hey, what happened!?

"Or the wall, the wall's broken!

Soot smoke can get into the neighborhood.

After a while, my vision improved around the Great Square.

Residual incense of magic.

That was leaking out of my hand, like smoke.

Eric and Sieg.

Looks like they got a lot of heat because of what went through between them.

Eric had his clothes rolled up and his complexion was visible deep.

Then he hides it with great momentum.

Such a sight moved to the edge of my eyes.

Sieg apparently lit a fire on his robe, which was extinguished by water magic.

Looks like he had some kind of protective effect.

There are no scratches on the skin.

But what do you call a price or what?

Sieg's seemingly expensive robe was visibly tinted.

My fire magic seems to have crushed my guardianship.

But I did warn you.

What didn't go away was just this guy's lapse.

So I blamed him relentlessly.

"Keep it that way."

"... what's that?"

Sieg looking honestly surprised.

Eric woke up in the current shock or calmly returned.

The hatred that was in my eyes subsides loosely.

"Don't think Eric's the only one angry.

When I look at it, the acid runs. Stop that light-hearted talk first. "

"Ooh, ooh. I didn't know anyone in a house far down would say that."

'Cause of your lack of hope.'

"The other way around. I prefer disobedient bugs.

It feels different to crush without saying anything and to be disobeyed and crushed "

I see.

This guy sees us as like bugs.

Unilaterally ravaged by power, he said, is merely a socially vulnerable person.

You're scared, power.

All I can see is this demon attached to greed anymore.

It's not a good idea to stimulate too much.

Is it best to leave it alone?

I looked at the wall without a trace and told the judge.

"Arr, I broke it."

"... hey!? Oh, oh. Right. So, I mean-"

Have you noticed anything?

The judge's complexion turns blue.

He takes books out of his nostalgia, mostly, and looks carefully at them.

Apparently, they're checking the evaluation criteria.

It stops at one point where his hands are, rattling and trembling.

But if I don't tell you, I can't start talking.

The judge, in a trembling voice, declared my results.

"Eh, s judgment...... In other words, six points conversion…"

Signalling it, the whole venue boiled down.

A storm of cursing gossip and a few praises.

The tympanic membrane is enough to scream.

I ignored their frenzy and calculated the score.

15 of adding… 6?

All right, 21 points.

Though I was suspicious that I might be able to score two points at first.

I'm glad it seems to have worked.

Ten times that. Ten times that!

I turn to Eric quietly.

And we exchanged high touches silently.

Throughout this whole exam so far, only two people have slapped the S rating.

The first one was 400 years ago.

The second one was 200 years ago.

And for the first time in 200 years, I got the S judgment.

A gold letter comes up on the exam slip.

Engraved is the rating of '6'.

Watching it, I was quietly ecstatic.

By the way, the magic I used is advanced flame magic.

It was an outrage to release it with chant omissions.

Then naturally, the recoil is also terrific.

After this, he was attacked by a strong recoil.

It is not the ratio of Astralfire.

The feeling of vomiting releases a hundred fierce fist messes on my stomach.

Master Hart's in pain.

Wait, this is seriously bad.

Using advanced magic without even getting used to the shoulders was a failure.

Without prep gymnastics, it's a Himalayan climb-like fool.

Disgusting.

Even my guts are disgusting.

uncomfortable beyond drunkenness.

Nodding to the ground, he exhales anything that spits up from his stomach.

The people around you scream.

Focused on me and everyone kept away from the back-step mood.

Don't pull.

Blame me as much as you want.

And look out for Zama.

How does it feel to be S-ranked by a bottom nobleman?

He said he was just making crazy tests.

But neither is the rotten test system, nor the dust in front of me.

Severe booming flies simultaneously from around the corner.

Kukuk, laugh.

Is there any shame or outrage now?

But I'm not a ghost either.

Look. Just one thing.

You can say about Wagamama.

It's a simple favor.

Anyone... don't have an anti-intoxication?

From the results, no one had it.

Naturally.

He walks flirtatiously and tries to get off the stage.

Then he stepped off his foot and fell.

The fall of the stairs is life, for the second time.

Don't revive the trauma.

Eric lent me his shoulder so I could get up.

But then I remembered that Eric was also a donkey to my vomiting,

I was so sad.

Temee, you bastard.

- The 420th, Wangdu School of Magic entrance exam.

[List of successful candidates]

………………………… - 22 points won

Sieg Halvarez Radius - scored 34 points.

…………………………… - 26 points scored.

……………………… - 24 points scored.

Regis Din - earned 21 points.

Eric Haytrid - scored 23 points.

………………… - 25 points scored.

Isabelle - scored 33 points.

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All 124.

Those above are admitted to the College.