It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

Problems with the use of the old school building also restored calm, and around this time today when the system turned out smoothly, I was now spending a neat amount of time in a quiet talking room.

"Oh, wonderful, life at all. ♪ Tea will soothe after class ♪"

"Right ~"

Me and Safina pinched the table and had Tutte brew us the new tea she brought and we enjoyed it.

Con, con.

When the door is knocked lightly, Tütte moves to the door susssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

"Ma'am, I see you'd prefer to submit an application."

"... yes, let me through"

I put the cup of tea back in, sat in a chair, and when I allowed visitors to visit, Tütte opened the door and the nervous faceted Solos boy student was immovable upright.

"And I beg your pardon"

As the hands and feet of the same person seem to move at the same time, when a boy student enters the room in a frivolous motion, he walks straight to the table where I am.

"It's a sign application. Best regards,"

"Yes, let me take a look"

I receive a single application offered with trembling hands.

(In the first place, how did this happen? Sure, after the cage castle noise, I've submitted my own application...)

I recall a few days ago.

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It was the beginning of the matter that the Prince and Magilka, who saw the submitted application, came into our room in a state of good health.

"We have a problem again."

"Now what?

Sitting in the chair at the table I am at, Magilka slams down on me without saying anything, making me look like a hiccup, so when I receive and worship it, I accidentally wrinkle between my brows.

"Letters, dirty."

Miscellaneous characters, almost like you could say punch and write, are amazingly written on one side of the paper, and furthermore, when the text also punches the length of your thoughts, or when you end up having no idea what you're trying to say.

"What is this?

Leave Magilka alone, who doesn't even seem to have the energy to answer, and I'll ask the prince who takes his seat in a bitter mix of laughter.

"For once, he's going to file an application."

"This is the application?

I'll take another look at that punch-written document.

(Yeah, I can't read it at all, and I don't get it)

I looked over at the other paper I was given, and now there are things that are too concise to know what I'm talking about this again, or in the first place, things that haven't even revealed what I'm applying for. Anyway, it seemed terrible that there was no unity and no information at all that this one wanted to know.

As far as I am concerned, I used to look at neat Japanese documents and so on in the medical certificate, inquiry form and so on at the hospital, so I don't want to break and throw them away.

"No way, you don't have an application temple? None of them are too free?

"I don't really know what a template is, but there's no provision for how to write it, because there's a lot of mismanagement here, and I don't think I'm going to let the teachers or manage it. Ha ha."

An alternating look at the prince showing a dry laugh and the ramming Magilka, I conceived to roar with my hands on my forehead.

"We will promote a unified application form that contains only the information we want to know."

"I don't care what they say, what do I do"

As soon as I told Tütte to bring the paper and the pen, she lined them up at my sitting table.

I write the title of the application at the top, from which I make it appear to the Prince when I place it so that it can be written in delimited bullets, such as the name of the delegate, the name of the meeting, the content, the names of others, etc.

"How about not letting them write anything other than what we've specified?

(I'd be surprised if it wasn't obvious how to write the paperwork in my previous life)

Until now, I had no idea that I was such a non-unitary person because I had left the paperwork to my parents or to Tütte. The prince, who looks at the draft document he gave it to, and Magilka, who somehow came back to life, also looks at it.

"This is fine, this is easy to manage, and even this one is easy to assess. That's Miss Mary to work out exactly what I was thinking so far."

"You're right, Your Highness. Let me rewrite my application immediately based on this. I'm not accepting anything else."

The look on their faces brightened and, in an attempt to move quickly to action, they rose from the seat they had just sat in and went back to the next room.

(Glad you could help your friend. congrats, congrats)

With the help of both of them, I also became a hockey face, and once again, I was going to have a good time.

... of, should have been, but from the next day on, it was the end of a continuation of students coming to my place somehow to show me new applications. Apparently, it's already widespread via the princes to say that I was the one who freshly drafted this document, and well, I'm no longer surprised that it was within my assumptions on this matter. Probably came to see me to make sure the prince was free of coarse phases, leaked description, and made a mistake right.

That's good. But when I say this, I can't write firmly, I can't hide my surprise that there were people who didn't write, especially the brain muscles of Solos, and let me confess here that I was on the verge of running out of butch to the people who started to waste time over and over again.

No, it's a lie, I ran out of bees.

I have tried to stay out of it as much as possible, but once this is a draft I thought of, so if the Prince showed me in such a terrible state, I would somehow not allow my pride as Duchess of Legalia to be considered incompetent, and I hereby confess that I made Safina and Zach, in the name of the use of force, listen to what I have to say and, under my supervision, write it firmly. That's how you've submitted some decent paperwork from me to the Prince several times.

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(Oh, could that be the cause?

I still see frightened and nervous boys students chilling.

"Uh..."

"Nah. Was there something inconvenient? Ah!

A boy student who lets his body wiggle victu and hear in a trembling voice at the words I spilled.

"It's here, but it's not listed."

"I'm sorry. Ahhh! Please, just give me a break for the punishment!

(Punishment... that compulsory statement due to the use of force is such a rumor...)

"Don't be so hasty about the omission of the description. You just have to write it right, so you don't have to be so nervous."

I tilt my neck a little to relieve tension and show Friendly my sales smile.

"Lady, I thought it would be counterproductive with such an icy smile"

The hicked-up corner of my mouth gets tight because Tütte, who was holding back behind me, hears such rudeness.

"Shh, I'll fix it right away! Excuse me. Ahhh."

When I gave him both hands of the documents I had offered, bowed my head deeply, and received them in a reclining outfit as if receiving an award, the boy student withdrew as much as a dislodgement, and I smiled with a tight smile, dropping it off.

(Weird... something is wrong. I feel like there's something wrong with my standing)

"Lady Mary is a complete shadow ruler."

Zach, who watched the whole thing like other HR while sunshine near the window, is sassy and rude. Extremely rude, misunderstandings also come to express his thoughts on a good place, so I'll turn that icy smile and do it to you as it sticks.

"Huh? What?

"Nothing, sorry"

Pressured by my tacit intimidation, Zach has apologized with a salute.

"It's lovely, that's Master Mary. I'll follow you everywhere if you're a ruler."

And so on, let's not worry about the safina that finds me and Zach interacting with each other with a snug face at this time.

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While I'm doing this, time passes, and things get kind of outrageous around me. That was when I started thinking that I was almost in third grade.

"I have decided to officially become Classmaster of Arrayos next year."

When I was having tea in the bickering room as usual, Magilka said that, as I recall.

"Oh, that's a pleasure. Congratulations."

I am not particularly surprised by the statement and I will give you words of celebration. Because she has been acting up to now, and it was easy to predict such a flow in this school of customs where she has been a class master since the third grade.

"Then I'm going to be Larios' classmaster, too."

"Well, congratulations, Master Rayforth"

Again, not so surprisingly bare, I give the prince words of celebration. The prince also had a high reputation within Larios and a proven track record of not being a class master. So much so that these days I have been particularly involved in three classes of bridging, inter-class problems, and systems. I also use my memories from my previous life to advise the school system. Yeah, it should be slight...

(Hmm? Wait a minute. I wonder if that means there will be two classmasters around me starting next year)

Somehow I had a feeling it was volatile, and I was forced to hide the idea.

"Well, then, neither do I."

I said, raise your hand, and Zach looks happy.

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah!

That's right for this. I was so surprised that I broke the words of the social dictionary, too, that I shouted out loud. I realize it's in front of the prince, and I rush to hide my mouth with my hands, and I fix it.

"Huh? Zach. Sah, huh? With me, huh? No way, Krasmus? Huh?"

If I realized, I couldn't think together, and I was pinching a questioning system, throwing words that didn't make up as conversations.

"Yeah, yeah, me, class master of Solos starting next year"

Still, it seems like what I'm trying to say has been conveyed, and to Zach, who puts his chest up with a face like Doya, I feel like a stomach glitch, and I get nodded while sitting down disappointed.

(This guy does a lot of thinking with a class master, Solos... what, everyone wants to break down a class too? Still, Safina would be better)

"Well, you know, for generations, the classmaster of Solos has learned to be the top human being in martial arts."

As I nodded and said bumps, Safina followed me as if I had guessed something.

(I see, silly, but in martial arts, there is no one on the right ~ e)

I raise my head as convinced and look at him with raw warm eyes.

"Which means that each class master will be gathered here in one place starting next year. This is likely to recommend further reforms, issues starting next year"

And so on and so on, I was finally able to notice this worst situation in the prince's, wave-filled remarks that I was happy to say.

(All the masters who divide the classes are assembled here… it won't be the other talking room here, it's called this, that… yes! Wouldn't it be like a student council? The resting place, my whole space. Ah)

To avoid watering down everyone's intentions, I was smiling all the time, but I could not remain calm in my heart, and the cold sweat kept pouring down in a daze.

(Dear God, may things proceed quietly, please. Hopefully, I'll be glad if you can solve anything I don't know)

Thus was my third year.