Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... put your anger away, Elise. You, are you telling me to unleash magic and fight in this place?

A boy about ten years old, Noel speaks unexpectedly of his advice to Elise, a girl who is heavily elevated.

But this seemed rather counter-productive because the tone and the attitude you are saying seems rather dignified.

"Can't you see you're trying to stop me because you're about to get into malt early!? So much so that the dean stabbed me with a nail, you took it..."

Nevertheless, are you fortunate that something definitive has not yet happened?

Out of the blue, maybe that means we're both self-contained.

But I'm sure it's attracting a lot of attention...

Maybe it's to say that I don't care about the large audience because I'm noble.

That's a feeling a little citizen like me can't imitate.

With that in mind, Lorraine, asked by Lina, finally pulled the crowd apart and came forward with a merchant and two college students.

I know I could have used magic to blow them all up one shot and make them clear the way, but that's what matters.

I guess I cared.

Then Lorraine opens her mouth against the three who look surprised.

"You guys, wait a minute"

It would be her character to be calm for the standing position of outsider, who appeared abruptly on the scene.

Elise was the first to react to this.

"... what about you? A malt guy?

"Right."

"How did that get out here? You'll see, me and him are college people. Yet..."

Speaking of what Elise wants to say, when it comes to college students, it would be dangerous for ordinary people to be in a stop like this, because the majority of them are magicians and it is normal for them to wear some martial arts, even if they are not.

I mean, that's what I cared about Lorraine.

However, it is only natural that Lorraine should not need such consideration.

Lorraine is

"... well, I know about the area, so don't worry about it. More important than that... you over there."

After that, I approach Noel.

Noel lagged for a moment, but earlier Lorraine got to him and touched that robe.

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I thought I'd say something, but Noel doesn't say anything unexpectedly.

To that, Elise looked a little surprised.

Lorraine observed Noel's robe for a while, then,

"... Again, yeah. Your claim seems to be correct."

That's what I said.

"... are you saying that the claim is correct, that the merchant broke the robe, is correct?

Hiccups and Lina ask me.

I'll think about it for a second.

"... because Lorraine said she had noticed something earlier. That must have been about that boy... Noel's robe. But is it broken? It feels like the enhancement is still on..."

That's what I say.

I don't normally recognize the flow of magic through my eyes as clearly as Lorraine does, so I do it with the general feeling of capturing the activation and effects of witchcraft, according to which the boy's robe still feels like it's a lot of witchcraft.

But let me tell you... slightly weaker than the girl's, huh?

No, more than weak...

"... what does that mean? How do you know that...?

It seems that it wasn't just me and Lina who were surprised by Lorraine's words, but Elise as well.

Lorraine answers this.

"I'm an alchemist now. Anyway, if you just saw it from too far away, you can actually touch it and see for sure that's about it."

I really don't think Lorraine herself would have known without touching it by that demonic eye that could see the magic, but it's obvious she's saying that as an excuse because it's troublesome to say that in public.

Though, I'm the only one who knows what she's capable of.

"Alchemist... then what Noel is saying..."

"Correct," he says. Well, you're gonna be more difficult, but there's just no choice in this situation. Boy, didn't you have a few more ways of saying that, too?

Noel, who was made but left by Lorraine from earlier, pulled back the robe that Lorraine was picking, saying,

"... a big favor. I didn't say anything wrong."

and argue this with a dignified attitude again.

Hearing that, Lorraine sighs and shakes her neck to the side.

I thought for a moment that this was settled at first sight, but that's not true.

There may no longer be any misunderstanding between Noel and Elise, but there is still the root of the problem.

"Hey, wait a minute! So you're saying I'm bad!? You... suddenly come in from the side and you won't!

That's what the merchant in question shouts.

Well, naturally.

To say that Noel's claim is unmistakable is because it tells the story that the merchant was bad.

If you're really not doing anything, it shouldn't have happened from a merchant.

But Lorraine walks up to such a merchant and then, in that ear, whines about something.

Then the emotions fell out of the merchant's face softly, then stared at Lorraine with a flashing face, then turned blue and nodded to tremble.

Then,

"... So, what are we gonna do?

and Lorraine asks again, the merchant,

"... to compensate the college later... I'm sorry..."

That's what I said to my surprise.

Then Lorraine told Noel,

"And I'm telling you, how about you?

Ask.

Noel has an indescribable, bitter look on his face, but as he swallowed something,

"... I don't mind that either. As Elise said there, as a student of the College when she comes to Malt, the Dean of the College tells her to behave shamelessly."

Such.

Furthermore, Lorraine asks Elise a similar question.

Elise then said,

"... it looks like I was wrong, and nothing. Oh...... but just one thing. Noel, it was my fault. I'll make it up to you later..."

"Hmm. Elise Georges. If you want to be extravagant to me, you have to do better than me before you say it... and then you can see the power of the person in front of you to some extent. Bye."

That's how I left the spot.

So the atmosphere of every dispute fades away from the spot, and the air relaxes and the audience leaves as well.

All that's left is me and Lina, Lorraine, and Elise.

The merchant also left somewhere.

And that's all they noticed for the first time as idle, and Elise looked at Lina's face,

"... you!? How did you get here!?

That's what I shouted.