Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

I thought I'd finally arrived in the countryside all the way from the Wang capital, Visterya, with the border city of Mult, etc., and all of a sudden this is it.

College Chairman Noel Kruge thought of that as he checked the backs of merchants in some country trying to get away from the sight and the condition of his robe.

Earlier, shortly after I hit the merchant, I heard tinnitus like Kin, and some sort of interference with the magical composition of the robe, and briefly, but I checked, and noticed that not all losses, but the magical effect of the robe had been considerably attenuated.

Of course, we know that robes are made by college handlers and do not break so easily.

But even so, the facts are facts.

At the very least, it is true that there was nothing wrong with the functioning of the robe when we reached this malt, and that if anything strange were to happen between the arrival of the malt and now, it would be about as if it had been crashed into by the merchants we see there.

Logically, I thought that the merchant was definitely the killer.

Normally, I don't think he would have done that relatively conveniently, even if he had taken the story to a professor at the College at the time he confirmed it and had it rebuffed or made himself stop.

In this case, however, that restraint did not work.

As a result, I got into an argument with the merchant, and I was supposed to gather my surrounding gaze.

It was a failure, of course I thought sincerely.

From time to time, you are often told to be a little narrative and dignified, and to act with a little hold on to its nature.

Like this never happened, I should have been careful when I went outside.

Yet I guess this happened because I've had too much stress in my life here these days.

Still no excuse...

Anyway, with all this happening, there are few options to take.

However, it is generally clear to me that there is no mistake in my claim… that it is the merchant who has the circumstances to blame, because it was rather revealed by the merchant's objections up to the excess.

Normal... I might not have known the difference if I were a civilian who only had the opportunity to deal with merchants in the open air or in stores around there.

But Noel's house is a nobleman of considerable character.

Specifically, the Kruges fall under the countenance of the Kingdom of Yarlan.

Speaking about that power, I honestly don't clear my chest... but on the day of my existence, I am a famous house that has even produced a prime minister.

As a result, I still deal on a fairly large scale with merchants.

Negotiations will naturally take place at that time, but Noel was sometimes present at such seats.

This is, of course, why Noel himself does not negotiate, but, sooner or later, as a successor to the countenance, to gain experience and to connect face to face with merchants.

So in this year, I understand to some extent the microscopic nature of the floating emotions of such merchants, and from there, it was Noel's conclusion that this merchant standing in front of me now is so suspicious.

Nevertheless, the problem lay ahead.

How did you hurt the magic effect of the robe?

I didn't know that.

It's not what I intended, but the merchant's emotions are pretty high, and I thought if I incited him to do it, I'd give him about a borough, but that's what I'd call a merchant on a boulder.

I never said that in particular, and things got glued.

Once pulled here, there is also the means to formally protest from the College.

The College has that much power, and Noel's claims will be acknowledged if you scrutinize the state of the robe.

But if I did, I felt like this merchant would never find me again.

He says it's not a good hand to let him get away here.

I don't know if it's just an idea...

Thinking about what I said, all of a sudden, one girl popped out of the crowd.

Elise Georges.

After Noel in The College, she is a second seat, a promising girl for the future.

Nevertheless, its character is a bit of a pain in the ass.

Because there's a sense of justice, legitimacy, the kind of thing that acts first and foremost.

That's not to say wrong, but when she came out, who tends to act on such values in this setting, it was more obvious than seeing fire that things would be easier.

In fact, it was supposed to be a dispute between Noel and the merchant, but when was it going to be an argument between Noel and Elise?

A glimpse of the merchant moves his gaze to look for gaps in the crowd.

When I looked away, I couldn't help but think, don't run away.

Again, they have something dark behind them... but what the hell is that?

I think there might be a reason to hurt Noel's robe around here, but I can't be sure what it is.

The argument with Elise turned out to be a buy of time to think about it, so, well, it may not have been a bad idea, but as it is...

That's all I thought about, now another person comes out of the crowd and stops Noel and Elise arguing.

... who?

First, Noel thought so.

So did Elise, I guess.

But even though he didn't know who he was, Noel found that the person was a mage of considerable strength.

Sharpened magic, precipitation-free configuration.

A concurrent sorcerer wouldn't know, but when something happened, I knew I was ready so I could instantly unleash the sorcery.

No, Noel is also, to be honest, just an apprentice, no matter how much the Chairman of the College is.

Because of this, I recognize that I am a magician of equal or lesser strength, but despite this, I can see that (...) because before entering the College, my grandfather, a high-ranking magician from the Empire who was a tutor, had the same atmosphere.

When Noel tried to retract the class, he gave that vibe, intimidated me... and still tried to disobey, he shot in the magic with a laugh.

Of course, the hit sucked even if it hit me, it was about the magic of water that would take about bruising, and the other stuff was about inching or burning a rinse side, but it's that horror that I'm reminded of.

This grandfather understood from the bottom of his heart that he could stop his own breath in an instant if he wanted to.

It's a story I don't want to recall.

And yet, it's really scary. The same atmosphere as that, the woman in front of her was letting go.

So even though he came so close and caught his own clothes, Noel couldn't move at all or speak out.