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Nine eight o'clock.

The students were disappointed in the grade chief's score.

"This sucks!

"That's the chief!

However, he remained silent and looked at the score as if he was not very convinced.

Philbus comes out of the next room.

"Ninety-eight o'clock or... 100 o'clock? There were some magic tricks that took the spot off subtly. It is a level that has nothing to do with the actual battle within the margin of error. Never mind."

And then Sales- call out to me and the third student with the Iron Badge alongside Brain.

Well, you're next.

"Oh, really!?

Surrez waved his hands slowly.

"I want to decline because I'm nervous after Brain! You're going to be embarrassed!

"Everyone's with us. Then you, Brain's friend, will be the first to embarrass yourself with an iron badge."

"Yeahhhhhh... it's losing its usefulness!

Surrez was forcibly taken to his room.

It was a passive Surrey, but when the exam started, he made a grand stand. Using attack magic to destroy shadows one after the other.

"... Surrez, I'm kidding, but it's awesome."

"That's why I have the Iron School Badge...."

The students sighed and said such a thing.

Nine point one.

That was Surrey's score.

Surrez seemed to see a lot of points.

Hee. I can't beat Professor Brain because I managed to exceed 90 points. "

Haha, haha, and Sirless retracted with a light laugh.

Then, in turn, other students tried the exam.

When I look at the other students, I know exactly how far Brain and Sirless are going.

7: 00 or 8: 00!

Six or four o'clock!

Seven, two!

Five, six o'clock!

That's how tough the score goes. There were no students who reached 90 or even 80 points.

What did Brain and Sales do wrong? While processing with accuracy, other students hurriedly miss the shadow as a matter of course.

"... that's tough..."

Kirilla snapped as she came back near me.

Kirillia scored seventy-four.

Pretty good, but still undeniably inferior to Brains' grades.

Kirillia is proud and dislikes the blood of the kingdom's finest duke. I've heard you say "I want to beat Brain" several times.

But Brain's walls are still thick.

Something bothered me. I've never seen Kirillia and Brain talking to a bunch of nobles.

I thought it was strange. Brain is just like me, the Marquis of Millhiss.

I dropped the tone of my voice and spoke to Kirilla.

"... don't you talk much to Brain?

"... hmm? Ah.... He doesn't need Zako."

Kirillia murmured with a moody voice.

"I'm busy with magic. That's why I'm a good thriller. I'm sure he has the personality of a Surrey... but he wants to get along with a more talented civilian than the aristocrats."

... you have a pretty clear idea.

The feeling of freedom that I had in the old days.

I was nostalgic and envious of my strength as I struggled with myself as a nobleman.

"You're noble, but you don't think about home."

"... because it's the survival of the tragic Millhiss family... maybe I'm not interested in that..."

Pokémon silenced Kirilla.

... the tragic Millhiss family?

I know the Marquis of Millhiss, but I don't know that word. Is Kirilla famous because she said it like common sense?

It was a worrying word, but I didn't think it would be anything to talk about here, so I decided not to touch it in particular.

That's what I'm talking about.

Philbus came out of the next room.

Alberto, it's your turn.

At the same time as I heard the words, the students boiled.

"Whoa whoa whoa!

"Iron School Seal vs Iron School Seal!

"Who do you think wins!?

"That's Brain, isn't it? Ninety-eight is strong."

What a coil of words.

I entered the next room with Philbus.

"Alberto"

As I sat on the chair in the corner of the room, Philbs called out to me.

Yes?

Get your hands off me.

Huh?

I saw Philbs in surprise.

"Did you mean to lose on purpose?

"No, no, no. The way I said it was wrong. Matches are fine. But don't let go of the magic arrow."

That said, Philbs hit the wall lightly.

"It's a room made of high materials for anti-magic defense - your magic arrow is dangerous. This is about my salary. Please don't."

Really?

"Your magic arrow will be enough to crush the shadows. That's it, please."

"Okay."

I wondered if it was really okay, but Philbs would be right if he said so.

Wait, Alberto.

"... what is it?"

"I'll give you 10%."

"Okay."

Philbus is worried...

I turned my body in the direction where the shadow came out.

Philbus called out again.

Wait, Alberto.

"... what is it?"

"Have you had any problems lately? This place is soundproof, so you can say anything."

Trouble...

I didn't expect Dr. Philbs' trouble counseling office to start here.

I have a heavy feeling.

It is true that Alberto Luminas is not just Alberto, but that his days with his noble children are tiring.

"... that's right..."

But I couldn't get my whirlpool feelings into my mouth right away.

It was complicated and needed a little more time to organize.

Philbus glanced out of the room.

There were students waiting for my exam.

"... you don't have much time. Come whenever you want to talk. I'll be waiting."

"Okay."

Thank you for your offer.

Someone cares - the fact lightened my mind a little.

However, I don't have much time to immerse myself in Hita. We have to concentrate on the test in front of us.

Philbus puts his hand on the wall switch.

"Here we go."

A wall appeared in the front space, and a shadow appeared.

I put my right hand to my mouth with my usual words.

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

One shadow after the other. Indeed Philbus is right, it will be shattered with a single blow, regardless of the type of shadow.

That's Philbs, the right advice. My Philbus reputation has risen again.

By the way, shooting with one hand, not both hands, is not without a hand.

A common sense shootout in the Battle of the Nine Dragons.

Is that just because I switched it on? I can't do it now.

If the situation were the same, could it be done again?

"Magic Arrow"

My white arrow blows through the last shadow.

The exam is over.

Yeah, and Philbs nodded.

"That's right, Alberto. Look at the scores."

I went out of the room. The students are losing their voices as if they had seen something terrible.

I looked at the wall panel.

The moment they scored, the students stopped.

Here's what it looked like.

100 points.