Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

- The day after the simulation opened.

I was summoned to the dean's office.

"Dr. Kazt. There are no reproaches on the face of it, but under the water it seems that not only the nobles of this country, but also the other nobles, are making gestures toward the Sword Demon Society."

"gestures?"

I lean my neck against Elka's words as I speak when I take drinks out of the item box while sitting on the couch in the schoolmaster's room.

The Sword Demon Society I heard was supposed to be a competition between students in school......

"Why are we supposed to collect gestures? In the first place, the Swordsman's Club, which takes place once a year, is for students only, right? Human beings who are neither in school nor students of the Isperian Institute of Nobility should not be able to participate in the Sword Demon Society..."

Elka snorted at my words once.

That look just gives me a melancholy impression somewhere.

Elka offered me a brochure like that.

I crawl my eyes into the text that's written after I get my brochure.

"I see... this is unplanned"

I sigh sitting on the couch.

It was written in the brochure that the College of Isperian Nobility has no age criterion for admission.

That means you can enroll at the age of 20 or 30.

"So there's no way this is all about success, is there?

"It's not time for Russell to look into it."

One man rolled into the dean's office before the dean finished his words.

I've seen that man before.

But it still looks lame.

"Are you all right?

"Hmm! I won't borrow your hand!

Russell slowly stood up when he shook off the hand I offered him, trying to slap a bunch of parchment paper he was holding onto the table and put it down.

See Russell's expression.

I can tell it's pretty frustrating to take it.

"The Duke of Algard seems to have hired a clan team called Shadowdagger. Obviously, we seem to have roots in the fact that our own private soldiers were instantly killed when their son was beaten to pieces by Cuzto without any skin. And... it looks like Dr. Kazt is trying to return a grudge to the students who are trying to get him to join us because of his resentment"

"Hmm..."

For a moment, I thought I'd do it in the dark, but soon I'd change my mind.

It's not a good idea if I move now.

What I'm looking for is no civilians or nobles in the school.

I want to make it an incisive college.

I'm going to go over the materials Russell brought me.

The material contains a number of team names to be joined.

All of which is the clan name.

I mean, I guess the nobles are going to be pounding this one in quantity at this Sword Demon's Club.

Quite interesting.

"Russell, it says nearly 50 mercenaries about a clan called Shadowdagger, but is this pretty dangerous?

"It's not dangerous!

Russell looks at me sighing.

"Speaking of shadowdaggers, he's a de facto executioner who roars the dark parts of this country too! I can't believe I let them fight my students..."

"Are you calling this dangerous?

Russell and Elka are not the only ones nodding at my words.

I'm going to go further through the material.

The strength of Shadowdagger's constituents is enough to hunt Wyburn with a few people.

To be honest, it's impossible to win at the level of current students at the College of Isperian Nobility.

I can also say that's why it makes sense to fight.

that even civilians can be stronger as long as they train properly.

We need to show them inside and out.

Then you still have to train......

I have to convince the students first.