Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Well, I can't just sit back and watch.

Spirits often have a fairly simple personality because they live a pale life.

I'll say what I thought, I'll move on to action, and of course common sense in the human world doesn't work. It is, to put it well, a free mypace, or, to put it badly, a bystander, deserted race.

I know that Tina and Ditto are just a little more emotional than adult spirits because of their young age. I don't mean to blame you, but this is tough.

The sphere of light swelling up to the high ceiling of the entrance hall wields unlikely heat in the hall. Leticiel instinctively perceived danger.

Unlike humans who only get magic from the outside world, spirits can also use magic produced in their own bodies when using magic. There is an overwhelming amount of magic vegetables available.

And in witchcraft, where the amount of magic vegetables and the scale of the procedure determine power and so on, it is fundamentally different in strength from humans.

Therefore, if the Spirit seriously tries to use witchcraft, it cannot even be stopped by a man without magic. The school is sure to blow up as it is.

The third hour is already over and the entrance hall brings together students who were about to head to the dining room. To the magic of scale that overshadowed common sense (which they think they are), they were in an annoying cry.

Only a handful of people excited to escape the scene, most of them sitting on the spot with fear, relieved of being hit by magic vegetables, fainting and crying.

No matter how little interest you have in others, Leticiel has not abandoned humans enough to abandon everyone here.

The most efficient way to stop the magic of light attributes is by magic of dark attributes. Not by magic. There is no precedent for magic that can defeat magic of that magnitude.

(... you can't help this, can you?)

It makes the existence of witchcraft public, but it's better than the death of all the school officials. Leticiel summarily decided to use witchcraft.

Leticiel knows another person on this scene who can use dark attribute witchcraft, but he still has unstable control of witchcraft because of his own physique.

Fighting spiritual opponents is tough without magic without all attribute magic. You can't rely on Sieg.

Black particles gathered around Leticiel, which gradually took shape to wind up and turned into a pitch-black dragon.

The dragon of the dark attribute follows Leticiel's instructions faithfully, hitting and swallowing exactly the light sphere he was trying to break through the ceiling. Hot air slaps Leticiel's long silver hair.

Through the magic of the dragon, Leticiel sensed the quality of Tina's magic.

It was such a high concentration of photothermal that human magic seemed ridiculous. If Leticiel is serious about making up magic, he can produce more concentrations, but Teena probably isn't serious about this.

"Sieg, can I have the students on the other side, please?

"... what should I do?

"I'll keep that sorcery damage from reaching out to the students, but just in case, I'll tie them together."

"Okay."

Leticiel looks up at the light and darkness that are at best in the air as he looks sideways at Sieg leaving.

(That's terrible because it's 20% of my strength.)

Nor would the Spirit want to be told only by Leticiel, who only uses about fifty percent of her power, but she doesn't realize that.

Seeing that it would not end forever in its present state, Leticiel called out another dark dragon.

He's not supposed to be a creature, but he growls as if he's alive, and the second dragon also wraps around a light sphere that's hitting the ceiling.

The light sphere swelled around and began to twitch and stain black. Wind magic is also used to circulate air through windows and doors in order to distract the ambient heat.

After an authentic battle, the moment finally came.

Dogawan!!!

The light sphere, which had a huge explosion at the end, broke through the ceiling of the entrance hall and disappeared heavenly.

All the windows were broken by the impact of the explosion and the gust wind, and crushed debris descended from the ceiling, shaking the ground with grass to make cracks.

Leticiel was intact because he was connecting, and Zeke and the other unrelated students are intact. I was small relieved by that fact.

By the way, I don't care, the Rochfords have pretty gross faces with their windowpanes coming out of their heads too, but that's a round throw at Krista.

Just for the record, that's just the blood in the lead fame. Krista is quite a magical (important here) genius. I have nearly 300 magic powers, and I don't care.

"Thank you, Sieg. Thanks to you, I made it easy."

"Ha, no..."

Sieg gently lifts her forehead with a small laugh. There was sweat on his forehead, which seemed chilling.

"Is it hard?

"That's not true. It's okay."

Leticiel is a magic of unprecedented power and magnitude from Siege, even if it is a magic of a degree of power that I have taken a little seriously.

Besides, I can't stop sweating in another way in this situation with holes in the front hall. For a moment, I wanted to find out what serenity meant in the dictionary, but Zeke didn't say it.

(Told you she wouldn't pin...)

It is a great miracle, precisely for Leticiel, that he is done to this extent with the magic of the Spirit. Can I compliment myself?

"Sister, why shouldn't we get rid of those people?

"Sister, how can you stop punishing those people?

There came a twin Spirit King holding hands.

That's what some dissatisfied twin has heard as he leans his neck in the same way. Leticiel crouches in and gently strokes the heads of the two.

"Tina, Ditto. I'm so glad you two are angry for me, but it's a waste of time to be angry at me. Because I have no interest in them."

Leticiel answers sassy. Her perception of the sisters has not improved after two months, rather she has even had a stronger sense of others before.

"I don't think they'll get through because they're neglecting me, either. That's why it's best to leave it alone."

"... well, if you're not interested, you can't help being angry."

"... well, if you don't listen to me, it's useless to say anything"

As scattered as they say, Rochford, who was listening to the conversation, is busily changing his complexion by making his face red, white or blue. My sister is also in the same sentence below.

Sieg had a slight facial pull as he pierced his true face. I haven't exactly laughed out in front of him, but I think that definitely bit off a big laugh.

Leticiel walks silently toward Rochford.

The enchanted surroundings had lost their minds except for one. Peeling white eyes, blowing bubbles, drooling who, all of whom have pretty cuts on them.

"... hey, what the heck! Like this to me! Think it's good..."

Is it still perceived by the stereotype of "incompetence" beyond this, and Rochford seems to have regained some strength when he admitted what she looked like?

But its garbage-like, tiny strength was also crushed by wood dust as Leticiel created five ice spears around himself.

"Wow!!?

With a strange scream, Rochford went half frenzied and crawled and tried to escape.

But Leticiel can't let him get away with it. The spear released from Leticiel's hand captured Rocheford in different dimensions and sewed its body onto the wall.

"You can't if it moves. I'm trying to avoid your face because of this, but you're gonna accidentally hurt me, right?

"... Hino!!?

Reaching before Rochford, who can't even escape, Leticiel dares to sit back to gaze at him.

To Leticiel, who narrows her eyes in different colors with a loosely chilled look, Rochford incontinently wondered if the tension had broken its limits. They no longer coax the royal pride Unnun.

"Well, Your Highness. Even for me, I don't want to do anything unproductive like talking to you, but I just want to say one thing."

".................. let it be unproductive, then...!!

"Please don't bark at me, until I've told you the facts. Then, Your Highness, I told you I seduced a man as my fiancée, but then I have a fiancée. What woman are you letting serve next door?

To an emotionally undulating question, the man and woman in question shook their shoulders all together.

Before we strangle about Drossel and Sieg, we want them to think first about who they are turning up heat with each other.

The Rochfords couldn't say anything to Leticiel's words that were too honest, they just looked at this one with their dying eyes. I know you won't be able to argue with it, but it doesn't seem to be the case anywhere.

"... or she..."

"Oh, you don't have to tell everyone. You're a close friend, aren't you?

……

"Your Highness has a" close heterosexual friend, "why can't you stay with me? Your Highness is going to speak to my friendship?

"... well..."

"One of our surroundings was advancing, wasn't he? That there are other people besides me and him. Why didn't you observe the perimeter more? If you look closely, you found these kids right away, didn't you? Are your eyes rotten?

"... well, that... is..."

"Besides, I don't think Your Highness is friends (...) with his fiancée's sister, right? You put yourself on the shelf, and you used to rebuff about me."

".................. Hih!

The first grin I showed my fiancée was cold as ice. The ambient temperature drops sharply and you seem to hear even the sound of their teeth rattling.

Oh, now I'm not letting you run wild, I'm deliberately waking up Blizzard. After two months, the event interference will be just as controllable.

Because he also used intimidating magic, Rochefo... Prince Fool finally lost his mind because he couldn't stand it.

When I just shifted my gaze to the side, there was a pale face and Krista was pounding. The vine-colored eyes staring at Leticiel are stained with fear.

(... but those eyes, you're hiding your hatred in fear)

For the past two months, Leticiel has often taken that kind of gaze from Krista when others haven't seen it. I think I have quite a grudge against Drossel, but I don't know.

Well, Leticiel doesn't care about his basic sister or anything.

When Leticiel looks around, there are faces, faces, faces colored with amazement and other emotions...... Eyes of various colors are directed at him and her.

Leticiel and Sieg held their foreheads in anticipation of what was going to happen to them, to the appearance of a doorway hall that was slowly becoming larger.

I didn't reflect, but I regretted it.

The story of Prince Rochford buying the wrath of the Spirit, who was supposed to be extinct, and sedating that wrath with magic by Drossel, who was supposed to be incompetent, and Zeke, who was not supposed to be able to use light attributes, quickly spread throughout the school.

The Lucrezia School went into havoc and all afternoon classes were suspended.

Distracted by that confusion, Leticiel and Sieg were taken by Rushing School Dean Lucas and brought to the School Dean's Office.

"Well... where am I supposed to hear it from?

Lucas leaked a tired twinkle as he put a single elbow on his desk and held down between his eyebrows.

The dean's office also had a deputy dean, but he also has a face that is not sure if he is surprised or frightened by the example.

"Why don't you just ask from what you want to hear?

"That's why I'm telling you there's too much to ask!

Drossel is cynical, although he should undoubtedly be the culprit who created this situation. That futilely grand attitude was exacerbating the headaches of the school directors.

"... in the meantime, can you describe the boy and the girl you're taking behind it?

"Yes, this is Tina and Ditto, the spiritual kings of the west"

"" Hello ""

"Oh well... it looks like my year is a mess"

Lucas got his head in his arms.

That should be it, too. The Kingdom of Platinum tells us that the Spirit is extinct.

What the hell kind of joke is it that the Spirit said to be its extinct, and that its top, the Spirit King, is coming? Think in common sense, I don't feel like I'm such an easy person to meet even if I'm wrong.

In just two months, the common sense in Lucas is already worn out.

"Hey, Drossel, sister. Uncles, why are you so tired?

"Hey, Drossel, sister. Uncles, why are you being so sloppy?

"Come on... the teachers are tired of everything."

Lucas and his teachers are foolish inside to the twin Spirit Kings and the most powerful (vicious) problem children in school history who are having a relaxing conversation without even knowing people's minds. Whose fault is it?

"... so the First Prince bought the wrath of the Spirit?

"Yeah. Maybe that's what I'm talking about"

"I hear you've magically quelled that anger."

"It's not magic. It's magic. It's like magic. The only difference with magic is that the lower the magic, the better. Teena is the Spirit King of light attributes, so what I used was pure dark attribute magic. Specifically, there's a surgical ceremony..."

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, I heard all the important things. So don't try to tell me any more!

Lucas hastily waited for Drossel, who was about to enter the speech posture.

It was an interrupted and dissatisfied Drossel, but I can't let her talk for three hours or anything here. If the previous tragedy in the Great Chamber were repeated here and now, it would not have happened.

"... why didn't you tell me about magic before"

"Because they didn't ask me"

"Right. I told you, I was stupid."

To Drossel's reply, Lucas stuck to the desk as he had given up. No. This. Totally caught up in her pace.

The existence of a supposedly extinct spirit, a technique called magic that rocks the magic world, a modification of the art of selling fights to common sense.

More than a decade after Lucas became the dean of the Lucrezia School, he has yet to see a bullshit and horrible student so far.

And horribly, this is less than half of the year. Good old man, but honestly I want to cry. I should have enough sleep here, but what does it mean to have a headache every day?

"... for now, don't say anything else about magic."

"Yeah, I don't mind if I say so, so don't worry."

"Oh...... don't expect it"

Looking at the school director holding his forehead gritty, the vice president thought to himself.

(I'm glad you didn't keep this young lady in our lab...)

Caretaker of talent, Lucas' ordeal continues.