Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

The first class apparently teaches about magic ceremonies.

In the front, the teacher stands in front of the lecture to do the last review and reading of the textbook.

Side by side check that neighbor Mirandaletto puts out the textbook, and Leticiel puts the same textbook on his desk. I put out the notebook once too, but probably won't write it.

Magic Ceremony...... Leticiel's knowledge calls it the Magic Guidance Ceremony, but it is something that those who learn magic learn as an introduction.

Magic is determined by human imagination and computational and information-processing capabilities. But it doesn't work when an amateur suddenly tries to activate magic on his own.

It is the magic guiding ceremony that compensates for it. If you use the surgical formula to do some practice and get used to the magic computational processing process, you won't need the surgical formula anymore.

Instead, if you get to that level, you don't have to be aware of the surgical ceremony to use magic, so it's easier and more efficient to compute it yourself than to use the surgical ceremony.

That's why Leticiel, who was the best user of magic in the kingdom in his previous life, doesn't need a beginner's magic ceremony or anything, and honestly, this class only sees a future where he'll be free.

I felt a shock on my shoulder and Leticiel returned it to me.

Looking to the side, next door Mirandalette is slapping Leticiel on the shoulder with a desperate face.

"... what is it?

"No, I don't know, I've been nominated as a teacher."

"Oh... should I go forward?

"Huh? Yeah..."

Leticiel rises from his seat and descends the stairs to the teaching floor where the teacher stands. A stunned gaze pierces her back as she descends the stairs.

A lady named Drossel Noah Filialeggis has never seriously responded to a teacher's nomination in class. Sometimes he made statements that were always irrelevant to me, or to guess others, or sometimes insulting teachers.

Yet she took a seat. Instead of laughing with his nose as usual, he's headed to his teacher with a look that also seems to panic somewhere.

I have nominated myself and even the teacher is opening his mouth and shuddering. Will it snow tomorrow?

"Doctor, I'm sorry. Earlier I was boggling and didn't hear any questions. Could you ask me one more question?

"... to? Oh, oh. Please override the wind foundation formula on this blackboard."

To the teacher's question, Leticiel sees a technique written on the blackboard. And I glance at him with dismay.

There was a basic technique of fire written there. To be precise, there was some sort of procedure written that closely resembled the basic surgical formula of fire.

I know it's a fire system procedure. But its detailed contents differed about as much from the basic technique known to Leticiel as the heavens and the earth.

Firstly, it overscales the surgical scale. Basic art ceremonies are fundamental to all sorcery. Therefore, wear and tear should be minimal. Yet this scale places an unnecessary burden on the information processing circuit.

Yet, too many variables are wasted on the control object. If we had included so many variables in the basic surgical formula, it would be outrageous when we make an applied surgical formula based on this later. Variables will offset each other everywhere, and you won't get the effects you think.

It was the first time in this and previous life that I had seen a technique that was so wasteful and fuel-efficient, but also the worst in conversion efficiency. Leticiel has no longer even remembered to worry by passing stunner at Sole, who thrust the worst of the magical guiding ceremony.

Do you want me to override the wind foundation? You think you can use decent witchcraft with a technique like this shit before that? Magic in this world...... what the hell is going on with the magic level?

Teachers and classmates mistakenly assumed that Drossel, staring at the blackboard flashly, did not know the answer and stood up.

A loss of laughter leaked from all over the classroom, and Rochford and Krista were laughing again. The teacher sees the students, then looks at Drossel, and sighs.

".................. don't you still understand? So here is -..."

The teacher's words did not last until the end. Drossel snatched the chalk from the teacher's hand and started writing a new procedure next to the blackboard procedure.

In an instant, the sneak laughter disappears from the classroom, and the scene silence falls. Everyone was stunned by Drossel's unexpected behavior and had to sip and watch what the hell was going to happen.

Leticiel was now furiously angry. If anyone here knew her in her previous life and the magical induction ceremony of the time, they would surely have convinced her of her condition.

Leticiel was not called the best sorcerer in the kingdom by Dada. She was also a severe magician. Running around the battlefield while putting the people and their families first, the rest of their time and effort had, among other things, been devoted to surgical research.

With minimal abilities and burdens, she had reached the end of the line in pursuit of how to activate magic to achieve the best effect, cutting down the limits of the magical guiding ceremony.

Yes, she's figuring out the limits of the magic ritual before she dies. Leticiel knows the most beautiful, efficient and fuel-efficient procedures.

From that point of view of her, it is no longer an exaggeration to say that that bullshit technique, written in front of her, is blasphemy against witchcraft.

I don't know how long it's been since I lived, but where the hell would there be such a fucking ritual and theory out there if I made a mistake? I want to grab the human root that spread this and question him for an hour.

A creepy laugh falls into the classroom that huffy......

The female student blowing some dos black aura out of her back with the chalk in her hand looked exactly what she deserved to call an "ice demon," and several students hissed and screamed. Even teachers lag behind with blue faces.

Blizzard was blown out of sight in the classroom at some point. Some people fainted into too much fear.

Eventually, the procedure written on the blackboard was completed. Leticiel grins in full at the perfect surgical ceremony he writes up. The side of it was the trance itself.

Cut, and at the same time she placed the chalk, Blizzard, who was attacking the classroom, fuzzily misted.

The blackboard contained a procedure that was more than once smaller than the one written by the teacher.

Where it can be sharpened, it can be sharpened from one end, and wasted variables can be sharpened or replaced with more different variables, or empty spaces can be thrown into functions, where there is a magic formula that Leticiel knows well.

Leticiel looks at it with a lukewarm eye. Even if she lost interest in others, her passion and obsession with witchcraft in her was growing rather than disappearing.

"Doctor, this is the basic formula for real fire. As the question suggests, I overwrote it with the wind basics formula, so please help me with the class"

Leticiel turned to his teacher and had an unparalleled superb grin. A twist runs into a classroom that had been anointed with fear until earlier.

Is that ice demon laughing with this look on his face? It's not the grin that made the usual people look like little fools, it's not the creepy cold smile I just had, it's a heartfelt grin.

Leticiel had already returned to his usual faceless look while the students blinked. A token to the teacher who is still relieved, Leticiel returns to his seat.

"... oh, I'm surprised..."

When Leticiel sat down, Mirandaletto, next door, stood back and called out.

I kind of feel like her complexion is much worse than when we met this morning. It is no longer white or blue, it is earthy.

"Master Mirandaletto? What's wrong with you? If you're not feeling well, you should rest..."

"Master Drossel says that......!?

When I cared about my health, for some reason Mirandalette raised a barbaric scream. I'm even turning my voice upside down.

Besides, even the surrounding classmates in that one word of Mirandaletto look at Leticiel and turn a frightening, less pleasant gaze to blame.

"Uh... did I do something?

"Huh...!? No way unconscious!?

"Ha... Unconscious...... what the hell do you mean?

"Really!? Keep all that blizzard blown and rough!?

"Blizzard......?

Later, Leticiel was told by Mirandaletto that what happened in the classroom while he was headed to the blackboard was rolling.

Says Leticiel got a black aura up from his back, had a creepy whisper, and I don't know why, but suddenly something like a snowstorm struck the classroom, and some of them passed out?

I see, there did seem to be a lot of obstacles. I feel sorry for that. But before I do, let me just say one thing.

"Thanks, I heard good things"

"Nothing is good!! Where was the" good thing "in the current story?!? I only have nightmares, only nightmares!!

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'm so sorry."

"So why do you normally apologize!!!!

Then you won't be able to complain or say anything! Mirandalette screaming was teary-eyed. I don't know what it is, but he missed the way he apologized.

By "good" Leticiel meant the invisible Blizzard of attacking the classroom.

Magic is a technique that collects airborne magic and converts an operator into an event as a medium. Events and scales can be adjusted arbitrarily by the surgeon, but the more difficult or massive the procedure, the more burdensome the surgeon will be.

It would have been a nightmare for my classmate. That Blizzard was probably because a classroom magic marble in tune with Leticiel's anger ran wild projecting her wild passion as it was.

You can't use witchcraft unless the operator intentionally manipulates it, but doing it unconsciously is a considerable intensity of event interference.

Besides, keeping the whole classroom involved, Leticiel hasn't run out of breath one. That means Blizzard earlier is not a burden to her body.

(This body, maybe outrageously compatible with witchcraft)

Realizing the possibility, Leticiel smiles softly.

Even the body of the previous life could not unconsciously cause a magical phenomenon. But this body can do it. If you train, you'll be more of a magician than Leticiel once was.

The Mirandalettes, who look at her with surprise, don't notice. that further doors to the stage have been opened within Leticiel.

Second, I had eyes with Krista sitting in front of the classroom. She had a slightly blue face, but stared at Leticiel with such sharp eyes as even her parents' enemies could see.

Where does my usual adorable face go, with a horrible look on his face as if he were a young man. Nobody noticed because nobody saw her, the look and the look on her face felt similar to that of a woman who went mad with jealousy.

My sister doesn't seem to be a clean warrant as she looks. But even if you notice that, it doesn't change that Leticiel isn't interested in Krista.

Krista is still staring at this one, but Leticiel had no interest in her sister anymore. Her interest had already shifted to witchcraft.