Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

"... magic, competitions?

Leticiel, who was renting out one of those booths for a magic sorority after school magic training ground, raised his face from a book of readings to the word Sieg uttered.

"Yeah, looks like we're recruiting the students from the school to do it. I'm sure the date was three days from now."

"That's a lot steeper again."

"Sounds like a quick fix. Rumor has it that Her Royal Highness went to the school director to sue him directly and decided to hold it or something..."

"Ha..."

I accidentally replied out of the way.

Not surprisingly, the crown princess tried to hold this tournament until she complained directly to the top of the school.

Leticiel doesn't know Surrazil very well, but he's not the type to say selfishness without meaning.

Even after that battle and the encounter in the city, Sarazir has come to Leticiel regularly, unchanged and unsure of his purpose.

I've never even stormed into this sorority's activities so far, but why bother asking Lucas to open a magic tournament again?

"... why did you have to go out of your way to open a tournament?

In the training space in the booth, Veronica tours Mirandaletto and Hilmes, each practicing magic, nearby.

Looking sideways at the three of them, Leticiel urges Sieg to continue his story.

"Aren't you simply concerned about magic?

"But the Ealis Empire is completely forbidden from magic, isn't it? I've seen such forbidden technology, and I don't think I can bring it back to my country."

"Hmmm...... rather you're wondering what kind of force it is because it doesn't exist in the Empire?

Sieg doesn't seem to think that deep about why Sirlazir wanted a magic tournament.

Sure, there's something about Surrazir that's highly exploratory, and when they say that, I don't feel like I can say a hundred percent no.

"Well, you know everything,"

"Right."

"By the way, will Sieg be joining us? to that magic tournament."

That's what I said and made a paragraph of the Empress's story, and Leticiel changed the subject.

So far I know that this magic tournament is not a ritual of compulsory student participation across the school, but are my friends willing to participate in it?

Although there is an extreme difference in magic values, Zeke has so much magic that it exceeds 500. Perhaps if I were to participate, I could also aim to win, what an inner thought I would have for a moment.

"No, I'm not going to participate"

Sieg shook his neck to the side with a bitter laugh. Leticiel is not as surprised by the answer. Instead, I knew it, I even thought.

"Zeke doesn't seem to be very good at events like that."

"Yeah, I'm not even interested in it in the first place."

Without going bad, Zeke shrugged his shoulders and said so.

"Besides, I have my own research, and I'd rather have it in the lab than go to the tournament."

"I agree."

To Zeke's words, Leticiel also instantly shook his head vertically.

Think of it. He, like Leticiel, is a more sexually appropriate person to do research on than to go out in public and be active.

"Hmm? What? What are you talking about?

Hilmes, who came back to the bench to fetch water, found Leticiel and Sieg to join the conversation.

I was talking about the magic tournament.

"Oh, is that it? Is the master leaving?

"I'm not answering, I can't help but say that no magic has appeared. What about Master Hilmes?

"What, me? I'm not answering."

Hilmes quickly said that without looking lost. He thought it was something he was interested in winning or losing, but surprisingly.

"'Cause that tournament, I'm saying that non-magical attacks are forbidden to use. You can't win when I'm out."

"I see."

If it's a rule that can only be attacked by magic, then surely people with low magic levels will just be disadvantaged if they participate.

That means this tournament is a place for students with high magic levels… i.e. the sons of senior aristocrats to compare their power.

"But I'm going to the game! Because these games are rare in this school, and it's absolutely fun for you to watch!

"That's... that sounds like Mr. Hilmes"

Shortly afterwards, he was Leticiel, who laughed bitterly at Hilmes, who sparkled his eyes as he gasped with both hands, wondering whether he was intrigued by the battle after all.

Three days later, the day of the magic tournament came.

The tournament is supposed to take place in the arena of the Kenshin Auditorium, once battled by Leticiel and Surrazir, and the auditorium has been crawling with students since the early morning.

"If you're going to enter the tournament, line up here - please!

Several teachers sat down to respond to the long desk, which was placed next to the archdeacon entrance, for the students who came.

Apparently, they have specifications that allow them to jump in and join the war even on the same day, rather than apply in advance.

"Oh? It's unusual for Drossel to come."

Leticiel would not participate otherwise so I tried to get inside as it was, and the teacher standing near the entrance called out. Probably a guide or something.

"No, I just came to watch the game with a friend"

"It is. 'Cause it's unusual for Master Drossel to show up at events like this, isn't it? Just be funny."

"Ha ha..."

I'm a fun laughing teacher with Woof, but I accidentally get a reckless reply from Leticiel.

Because even though you talk like a woman, the teacher standing in front of you is a man.

(... some of you are like this)

With deep admiration, Leticiel enters the arena in a courtesy of that strange teacher.

There were already a large crowd of students in the arena audience. There are also male students, but one way or another female students are more overwhelming.

I don't know if there will be women in the tournament, but the game will be interesting for both men and women to see as entertainment.

"Ah! Dear Drossel, over here!

As soon as I came in, Mirandalette noticed what Leticiel looked like. Stand up from your seat and wave at me.

"Master Drossel, hurry up! It's going to start!

"Sounds like fun, Master Mira"

"That's a rare event!

Mirandalette replied that way, cowering. Sure, when it comes to the regular events at this school, it's about a school festival so far.

That school festival is only once a year, so I feel like I can't help but get bored without entertainment.

"Dear Drossel, did you get the tournament table?

"No, haven't you signed up to join yet?

"Jump-in participation has a dedicated frame, so other than that, we've already decided. Yes!"

That being said, Mirandaletto gave me the schedule for the tournament now.

This tournament takes the form of a tournament, but the first thing I thought of when I saw the game scheduled was that all the participants were men.

After all, in this day and age, is it common sense that noble deep-window ladies do not participate in these martial arts events?

While looking at the tournament table, cheers boiled from the surrounding guest seats. Apparently, the tournament is finally starting.

First, the opening words and things are digested solemnly by the teacher of the MC facilitator, and soon the first battle of the tournament begins.

Even so, the battle for this tournament, which only allows the use of magic, was quite plain. No, the performance is flashy, but the game itself is monotonous.

Sure, the magic routine looks flashy because for a lot of waste, a lot of magic formations unfold when activated, but the contestants are just shooting magic at each other without moving from the starting position.

(... could this be called a game?

I have to cut my inner neck off, but if you look around, it seems ok from the people of this day and age around cheering.

When the overall game of the tournament was played by about a third, Leticiel went outside the arena saying no to the Mirandaletts.

There was all that heat in the arena, but once you step outside, the air around you cools all at once. There's no human figure, it's like a different world inside and outside the arena.

Depositing his back on the wall, Leticiel exhaled hu and his breath for a long time. Nothing else came out of her, I'm tired of it.

Leticiel, who is not that interested in the technology of magic originally, is a little bored by this tournament, which continues to rival only magic for an extended period of time.

You look bored.

When I sighed, I heard voices coming from the front.

When I raised my gaze, Sarrazir, leaning against the pillar in front of me for how long I had been there, looked at me.

"Your Highness would be the party to the Games. Is it good that you're not watching the game inside?

"I'm tired of it. So until you're resting."

Cillet and Surrazir said so. What is this guy saying when he wanted to hold it from himself?

I'm sure Leticiel will understand how tired I am of this tournament.

"... Then why did you bother letting me open a magic tournament?

Neither of them showed any signs of leaving this place, so Leticiel threw a question at Sirlazir for now. That's what I've been wondering since I found out about this tournament.

"There is very little material in the Empire about magic. That's why I wanted to see some solid moves."

"As you crossed paths, wouldn't that have been enough in the school's magic practice class?"

Surrazil returned the most plausible answer to that question, but Leticiel was not convinced.

"And how do you want to know magic when it's forbidden in the Ealis Empire? Doesn't the Empire still often think that kingdoms use magic?"

……

The empire and kingdom form an alliance for the status quo, but their relationship is by no means sufficiently well rounded to be called good.

Rumor has it that Lionel's covenant prohibiting any exercise of magic within the Empire, even when he studied abroad, was offered as a condition not to be ceded by the Empire.

Why do you want to know magic, the Empire still doesn't really think that magic is used in the kingdom, why does she do that?

"... I want to be sure"

Then for a while, both kept their mouths shut, but eventually Potsuri and Sarrazir muttered.

"Do you mind if I ask what you mean?

"... well, fine"

Hu took a small breath and Sarazir opened his mouth lightly. Were you not going to hide it from the source, or are you teaching it because it's Leticiel?

"There's someone I'm looking for."

"Looker, is it?

"Yeah, it's been ten years."

According to Sarazir's story, she used to pack into the house of a certain person at a young age.

The person set up a small cabin in the woods within the Empire, always talking to Surrazir through windows with closed rain doors.

The person himself said that he had suddenly disappeared from every cabin one day only telling him where he was going, but everything the person was using odd powers.

"I had no idea what power it was, but it was definitely a force that never existed within the Empire."

"Maybe this magic tournament is for that too?

"That's right. I wanted to see if that had anything to do with the unknown power of magic. But..."

Without changing his expression in particular, Surrazir lowered his eyes softly.

"That man's power is probably not ours"

There was also a translation of my desire to deliberately open a tournament rather than a practical skill class.

In class, I only teach the basic technique decided upon. But when it comes to the game, everyone uses the strongest magic they can have.

She really wanted to see what magic was like. And I tried to check it against the 'force' in my memory to see if it was the same thing.

"So, who are you looking for?

"Come on?"

"... come on?

"I don't know your name. Something I've never even seen in my face."

Anything. He said the person had never shown himself before Surrazir, and that he taught him nothing but to go to the Kingdom of Platinum just before he disappeared.

"Does that mean you have no clue other than the power of the case and the name of the country?

"Right. But it's probably a man, old man. I still remember my voice squatting."

……

But wouldn't a man who was an old man ten years ago have as many mountains in this country? Leticiel frowns only for a moment.

And that's not all. Depending on the person's age at the time ten years ago, it is possible that he is no longer in the world. How am I going to find someone in such a state?

"I'm not hoping to find anything right away."

Did you see through Leticiel's thoughts, Sirlazir goes on to say. I guess she also understands that searching for someone who disappeared ten years ago is not a glimmer.

"So is this tournament. If we can find a single scale that leads to that guy's power, we can use it as information to narrow down the subject. You don't know what the clue is, do you?

"Really..."

"Yeah. Time to go back."

Closing the conversation with one word, Sirlazir returned to the arena with Stasta. Looks like he's going to see it through to the end as the party that mentioned holding it.

Leticiel is not going back, so he decided to wait for his friends outside like this.

But behind that brain, there was always something I had just heard about The Mysterious Old Man Using Wonderful Power.

Does that 'strange power' have anything to do with the white men Leticiel is looking for?