Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

After that, the magic ceremony class became self-study because Leticiel copied the magic guidance ceremony he wrote up on paper and the teacher popped out of the classroom as it was.

Leticiel raises her head as she rubs her eyes into the chimes that rang as the purposeful air lingered in the classroom.

During his self-study, Leticiel slept. I was tired of reincarnating in the morning, and I fell asleep for it.

So she has no reason to know that she has been the focus of the attention of her classmates in the meantime.

"Good morning, Master Drossel. Did you sleep well?

"Ugh... I don't have enough sleep..."

"Ahaha! Then you should go to bed early today"

"Mmm... I will..."

Waked by Mirandaletto sitting next to her, Leticiel gets up whipping her body complaining that she still wants to sleep and stretches her back wide.

I slept on my desk, so my shoulders flaked. I thought you had the same problem when you were stuck in your room and immersed in surgical research? I miss it.

"What's your next class?

"I think it was a practical magic class at the magic training ground."

"... yes"

Speaking of hands-on magic, Leticiel remembered that worst magic ceremony that was first shown off in earlier classes.

If you're in the discipline of using magic in practice, you'll probably use those magic ceremonies to exercise. It's a seemingly unsuccessful technique for Leticiel, but I guess it's common sense in this country that I'm teaching it.

Rather, I have become purely interested in what exactly an artistic failure art formula can do that far.

"Training ground means classroom travel, right?

"Huh...? Oh, um... Dear Drossel... are you taking a practical magic class...?

"I'll take it. 'Cause it's a class, right?

Clean up the textbooks and all that stuff in the bag, and Leticiel gets up. Mirandalette is making her round eyes even rounder, but what's so strange?

If it's something that students take classes, isn't it normal for Leticiel, a student at this school, to attend classes?

"What's wrong? Let's go together."

"Heh...? Oh, yes!

Mirandaletto comes after Leticiel leaving the classroom.

Well, I don't even know where the magic training ground is, but someone pulled Leticiel's clothes trying to walk down the hallway wondering how to get there.

Turning around, Mirandaletto has a subtle expression there that is hard to say. Why do you look like that?

"Master Mirandaletto, what the hell is this hand?

"... the magic training ground is not that way, it is the hand of"

"................................. because you forgot, don't you?

"Yeah, you forgot."

While having such a slightly barren conversation, Leticiel walks down the hallway with Mirandaletto.

Mirandaletto didn't seem as scared of Leticiel as he did in the morning. Leticiel would have answered me, even though I would have stayed put, if I had spoken, and he would have laughed.

Leticiel still forgets his love for the other side of the dimension.

Eventually they left the school building and came to one of the two buildings beside it. This is the magic training ground we're going to use in our next class, and they say across the street is the Kenshin Auditorium.

Once inside, there were already two elementary pairs of faces gathered there. Naturally, some of them are my sister, Krista, and my fiancée, Roshford.

Crista, who found Leticiel's figure, had the same poor grin as usual. From a human being who only knows this face, you wouldn't think very much of the same person if you saw the look on her face like a young woman on the first hour.

Meanwhile, Rochford glanced sharply at Leticiel, distracting himself from Hun. Unlike Christa, he doesn't seem to have a back surface, I don't care. Leticiel steps on the soil of the training ground while observing humans.

After a while, the chime rings and the teacher in charge comes to the training ground. He had some kind of big hemp bag in his hand.

"Well, that makes me want to start a class."

Finally, the bag is lowered to the ground and the teacher sends a signal that he has fallen out somewhere. And I found Leticiel mixed up with the students, and the teacher turned his eyes round.

"............... Dear Drossel, Are you attending this class?

"Oh, is it so strange for me to attend this class? Doctor."

"... no, I wouldn't mind if you were like that"

The teacher feels indescribable to Drossel, who responds differently than usual, and turns his gaze away from her and turns back to the students.

"Uh, I'd like to measure your magic attributes today. … Mr. Drossel does not possess magic, so please sit there and visit."

To the words of the teacher who told him so, Leticiel understood what Mirandaletto and the teacher were saying.

These two knew Drossel had no magic, so they were wondering if she was going to be in this class. And seeing as who the other classmates aren't touring alone, it seems Leticiel is the only one without magic.

Teacher tells me to go to the bench where Drossel is at the end of the training field, nagging.

Sitting on the bench, she embraced herself to wrap her body with both hands and began to shudder with a pull as it was.

The students and teachers were discouraged by Drossel's incompetence alone and thought he was enduring humiliation. The teacher turns his pitiful eyes to Drossel, and the students still turn their contempt and ridicule to her.

The students believed that earlier classes were a mess after all.

But the truth was once again far from what they thought it would be.

"... huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu..."

Embracing her own body, Leticiel was shaking her body as she diligently caught the laughter she was about to spill.

What was boiling back on her was not humiliation or sadness, but so much excitement and joy that she wanted to laugh and dance high right now.

"Ahaha... logically the event interference of this body and its function as a medium should be terribly high. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

This bench is quite far from them in class. So even if Leticiel whispers something, it won't get to their ears.

Leticiel was impressed by the word "no magic" he had just been told.

Magic can activate power semi-permanently as long as there are magic vegetables around it, but there was only one weakness. That is the magic.

I've had magic since most humans were born. There's nothing special about being able to use strange powers or anything like that, it's just a force that's patrolling your body just like blood, not poisoned or medicated.

The process of capturing and converting an exorcism into an event is magic, but magic inhibits the uptake of the exorcism, which is the source of its power.

And the higher the Magic Power, the higher the inhibition rate. In those days, there were many physical attacks that could not be fought with magic more than those with high magic power.

If you can't use magic, there's only one way left to polish the physical attack, and it's obvious.

The existence, called no magic, which on the other hand has no magic whatsoever, was very rare and very treasured in Leticiel's living times.

How rare is the odds of one in every 100,000 people. It was also unusual for people who were not completely magically powerless but extremely low in magic, with a chance of one in every tens of thousands.

One person in the country was also said to want a delicacy. To deprive the powerful nations of those without magic or close to it was also a means to restrain them from other countries and to gain a greater advantage.

That would be natural, too. The lack of magic means that you don't have one thing that prevents you from activating magic... which means that you can use magic more freely and easily than you can have magic.

When I was a princess, Leticiel had little magic either. That is why she was able to ascend to the most powerful magician known as the treasure of the kingdom.

Why don't you try that again? It is no exaggeration to say that the flesh-received body exists precisely to use witchcraft. No magic.

I can explain everything if I think that Drossel's body had high event interference by the time he was abnormal, and that the size of its vessel as a magician without any strain on the body even if it took in a huge amount of magic.

You can take in as much magic as you want because you have 0 magic powers that prevent the influx of magic. That means you can always use magic all you want.

If the inner surface becomes unstable in that state, etc., the body in constant combat standby will build the surgery immediately in accordance with the image of the operator.

So when no magic storms the magic, you can't put your hands on it until you realize it's incomplete or you feel better, but let's leave it at this point.

"... ha, how delightful"

Depositing his body on the back of the bench, Leticiel looks up to heaven as he loosens his mouth. I can't help but enjoy the future too much.

Based on his gaze, Leticiel decided to revisit his mind and tour the class.

That teacher said in this class he would measure the student's magic attributes, but I wonder what the hell he would use them for. Is it to check the aptitude of witchcraft? Or to determine your lack of mastery of attributes?

"Well, I'd like to go into magic attribute measurement now."

Apparently, the story went a long way while Leticiel was facing one hundred faces. Teachers are starting to call their names one by one.

That hemp bag he brought had a ton of palm-sized crystals in it. That's all there is, which means it's probably expendable.

As Ji observes the class, one boy receives a crystal from his teacher and grips it in with both hands.

Then the crystal glowed red and when it disappeared there was no crystal in the boy's hand, instead a piece of paper was gripped. I see. A system that lets you know the results on your own when you're done measuring. Seems pretty convenient.

As Leticiel watched, the students became more and more called, and finally the last one finished measuring.

Huh? I was wondering if you had anything to say to the results of my sister and fiancée? I don't really remember what the result was because I'm not interested. It is true that Krista was white and Rochford was glowing crystals in seven colors...... how was it.

"No, the average magic value is 50-60, but I didn't know there were more than five of the 100 students this year. This is a promising future."

In front of the students, five men and women, including Krista and Rochford… but one Krista… stands side by side.

Teachers praised them by referring to them as geniuses, and the classmates also applauded them with some regrettable and enviable eyes.

"............ what?

In the delightful attitude of the teacher and the envious glance of his classmates, Leticiel kept his mouth open on the bench alone.