It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

I was admitted to school, and there was a lot going on with that and this, but I was set to enter my second year in a spin.

Hi, I'm Mary Regalia, eleven years old.

Me sleeves through the new self-contained uniform that Tütte offered me. From today on I belong to Arrayos, not Solos, so I also decided to change the design of my uniform, and I changed the design from blazer type to sailor type. The collar of the white shirt is made into a sailor-specific triangular collar, with white lines edged on the black ground. At the tip of the triangular collar, put a large, leech-shaped ribbon on the chest and a brooch in the middle for an accent. Wear a black corset-type frill skirt from above such a shirt and hide it through a shoulder strap attached to a corset skirt behind a triangular collar. The skirt also folds the frills into three layers, and at the bottom it extends to the knee to feel clear with white lace. As an accent, this one also drapes a large exaggerated, chocolate-shaped white ribbon behind the waist of the corset section. In addition, I unified both legs visible from my skirt with black stockings, black boots, and this time overall I tried designing a lot of black. Finally, when wearing a shortened white jacket with no collar and the length of the hem down to the bottom of the chest, the triangular collar is put out and the section of the sleeve and the chest are sewn together with the school and the class stamp to which it belongs. When I finished dressing, I twisted my body lookingly in front of my appearance to make sure I felt comfortable.

"Yeah... perfect size"

"The previous uniform is too small to wear anymore."

To my satisfying words, Tütte strikes a correlation as I get to the next task. As I mentioned earlier, thanks. Humans in this world grew faster than I thought and the size of their clothes was getting harder by the day. I wouldn't feel any discomfort if I tried it on everyone, but sometimes my memory as a Japanese got in the way and everyone, including me, only seemed to be a junior high school student carrying a landscape, and I felt so mocked.

For the record, the blazer-type uniform I made before was only available for purchase at the clothing store in the Duke of Regalia at the recommendation of my mother, and the aristocrats with this year's freshmen heard rumors that "the courtier who wore this became a top performer," and they were buying a lot of it by grabbing an exam or something. The class stamps are changeable, and each one of them can be arranged subtly in a store. Anyway, it's a business enthusiasm.

I sit straight in the chair in front of the mirror, and Tütte scrapes my hair and trims it. When the two sides around the ear are neatly aligned in three braids, they are taken to the back of the head, closed with a silvercrafted hair fastening at the contact point, and the back hair is cleansed and spread out so that it flows to the back.

"You're in a new school life, young lady."

"Yeah, I'll take advantage of last year's reflection, and now it's time for me to do it. Mob, Cara, have a life!

"But also, is it...? I don't know, but I'm here to help."

While we confirmed our ambitions this year, when we were done, we left the room behind and drove the carriage to the school where we became accustomed.

Back to the point, I accepted a suggestion from the school director, and from then on, besides studying in Solos, I was to study the basics of magic. but letting him use a second-class magic arrow that could be used as it stands in front of Dr. Fried also drastically reduced the number of that class and allowed him to finish the class he used in combination without difficulty.

However, my expectations are greatly inflated when I hear stories about magic.

Because there is no difference between users in the magic of this world. In other words, both the magic arrows that I emit and the magic arrows that other people emit are equally as powerful and powerful, so I don't need to control the force increase or decrease. It was a great word for me when I struggled badly to control my power.

And the lack of martial arts competitions like Solos in Arrayos is also a factor of expectation. The magicians have no concept of fighting and competing with each other. Because the primary reason for this is that there is no personal difference in the power of magic and vice versa, because magicians who use second-class magic will never beat magicians who manipulate third-class magic no matter how many bundles they become, and because that's how much class difference has an opening, winning or losing is determined by how much magic they can use before competing. Later, there is the point that the number of people who aspire to be magicians in Arrayos is overwhelmingly smaller than those who aspire to other positions in other classes. I guess we're fighting weirdly and avoiding losing valuable talent.

Anyway, there are no competing and poorly visible events in Arrayos that make a difference in the magic used. It's exactly the kind of class that contains the possibilities that I want to be able to live in school.

(Well, it all seems so because it reverses Solos' failure)

I had a blurry view of the view from the carriage tree window to the school as I was lost in thought. In no time, I see the brick-making school gate that I've been looking at for a year, and my tension with my new school life swells.

I parked the carriage at the stop as usual, got off the carriage from the entrance and exit that Tütte opened for me, and I took a deep breath and looked up at the school building.

"By the way, where's Arrayos' talking room?

Even though the new talking room, which should have come and gone a few times, trembles at the addition and subtraction of my own damnation forgetting the directions altogether just because I have a tutte, I will multiply the addition and subtraction of my damnation even more when I am fine because I have a tutte.

As I responded to my question, when the Tütte, who had refrained behind me, quietly advanced before me, I walked out to guide him, so I follow it. As we entered the vast school building and walked down the hallway, a small object rushed towards us from the other side.

"Lady Mary. Ah!

"Oh, Safina. Ooh, ooh, ooh."

I pick out the hem of my skirt and when I say a ladylike greeting to her, without worrying about that, I jam my words even though I wasn't unintentionally damaged by the tackle of safina popping into my nose. The cute safina dressed in a uniform that matched me with the new one cheeked on my stomach with a thrill, and the sight was the lonely puppy itself.

"Already, Mr. Safina. What about being a lady?"

As I stroked Safina's fuzzy chestnut hair in a dusty mood, from the direction Safina had stormed, this again approached me with a ragged face of Magirca wearing the same design uniform as mine.

"... so..."

"What?"

After staring at a part of Magilka that approached me, I leaked that word and glanced into my chest, feeling something ticklish poking at my self-esteem that I had recently swelled. It was a distraction, I think, and this uniform might have been quite an accentuated design for someone with a certain amount of twitching.

"Ha... Ah, good day, dear Mary"

With an extraordinary smile, when Safina, who finished refilling me for once, leaves me to be struck by something, greets me even more.

(Really already, you're so cute, damn it)

Me, who indulges in the urge to cuddle unexpectedly because the trick matches the cuteness of the year I think it is. By the way, some parts of the safina were cautious.

"From today on, Lady Mary is an array male, I guess I miss her"

He strokes Shun and Shivering Safina's head, and I remember when I told everyone in Solos about my integration.

Everyone's face when we finished talking was somehow a very convincing one.

"Perhaps that would be best."

"After all, you were the limit"

"If you can live long enough."

and so on, and he was convinced on his own with each mouth. The shockest and saddest part was about Safina. But she was also taken by everyone, and after discussing something a little further away, she reluctantly admitted to my integration. What the hell were we discussing...

"It's a shame, after all, Mary won and ran away."

I'll kick his snake lightly with a smile and shut him up as Zach leaves his hands behind his head, letting out those noisy words that smash the muddy atmosphere.

"It's not like we're never gonna see each other again, we're still seeing each other, and if we're free, we'll all be fine."

I didn't dare look at Zach nodding nearby and when I suggested to Safina she replied well.

"Besides, Solos will be studying magic from the second year, and I think classes can be the same."

I've seen Zach nodding at this once again with a face like Yale, and then Magirka keeps on saying things to encourage Safina.

"Right, uh, me, you're going to class"

With that said, Safina smiled and thanked him, turning back her heels and rushing to the discourse room in Solos. Me and Magilka dropping it off with a dusty look.

"So, you're not going?

"I'm coming! I mean, you've been treating me badly lately!

Zach came to protest with tears against us, who finally caught the pain in his leg and spoke with a cool face.

"Better protect your safina from weird bugs than that."

I appoint an escort to Zach, mindful of some lonely and feeble safina, as I sissy hand drive away the stuffed Zach.

"Whoa! That sounds like a knight, that! All right, leave it to me."

Where did the protest go earlier, I felt better about it and Zach ran to the one Safina ran off to.

"Dear Mary, let's go to Arrayos' talking room too."

"Yep..."

When I dropped off two good friends and was in a bit of a sentimental mood, Magilka had said that with care, so I nodded and walked out of my feelings anew.