Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"Oh, you're here. Our countrymen!

Shit, and at the same time as opening the Inn door, Noel was greeted with an exaggerated gesture, like a stage actor, by a classmate of the College, and the room allocated at the Inn this time was the same room Pierpaolo Blanca.

Whoever saw him for the first time receives the impression that he is overall elongated and has a strange atmosphere like eating people.

In fact, it's what Noel felt that way when he first met him, too.

Now I'm used to it.

By the way, now the father is a well-titled nobleman.

An economically wealthy aristocrat who seems to be a Viscount and also does business.

Pierre Paolo is the eldest son and a man who has completed outstanding grades, even if he doesn't say as much in The College as Noel or Elise.

It is therefore a natural flow that will succeed to that status in the future.

One day, the day will come when I will be shouldering this man as a nobleman, I feel strange when it is said... Well, nobility is something that the majority of people are changing, especially the Yaran nobility, whose tendency is more pronounced than in other countries.

Perhaps it was more of a story now.

"... so? What about the one at the end? You think you can handle that?

When Noel asked Pierre Paolo, sighing like he was out, he nodded loudly,

"Well, I guess I can handle it. First thing to get into the labyrinth is to secure an adventurer like us... Of course, we can use magic too, but compared to the guys who dive into the labyrinth on a daily basis, we can't compare power, accuracy, or anything. Besides, I'm not going for the fight. We have to avoid using too much physical strength for extras. Isn't that right, brother?"

"Oh... it's costing me my grades at the Academy. You can't lose to Elise."

"... hmm? Is something wrong?"

Pierre Paolo must have wondered about a slightly different, somewhat temperamental voice color.

He asked as he leaned his neck, so Noel explained what was happening at the carriage yard.

I've heard everything. Pierre Paolo holds his belly,

"Whoa! You, what are you doing early...! She told me not to wake you up. Well, it seems like the circumstances make me have no choice... but I just touched the robe, hey..."

That's how they laugh so loudly.

Noel didn't complain about this, he just lay his arms around it and stuck around it.

Pierre Paolo is a rare student in The College who can say things from the bottom of his heart to Noel, and he has nothing to blame for it either.

That would mean that Noel's only friend.

Noel is basically a person who seems to be the type of person who tends to look down on other than superior people.

Actually, I don't mean to, but the way it looks is hard.

But it was this Pierre Paolo who seemed to treat such Noel equally.

That's nothing, not that Noel is sucking or changing his response, but rather that Pierre Paolo's attitude was several times more gigantic than that of the other students.

It turns out to be reciprocal.

Speaking of fact, there was something about Noel that he also admitted about Pierre Paolo.

It is true that Noel is higher in terms of grades, but Pierre Paolo knows strange things or has a good nose.

You think I'm good...

I thought it deserved respect because that's a part that Noel doesn't have.

Such a Pierre Paolo raises questions about the sorcerer Noel met earlier.

"How many good alchemists do you know that just because you touch them?

Noel thought a little about this question, but ended up shaking his neck to the side,

"... In fact, she was right about everything she said. So much so that I got an apology from the merchant. They'll even compensate for the damage..."

"If you're a merchant, it's also a scratch on your shin. That's fine. But magicians are better..."

"Are you that concerned?

"Well. You're powerful enough to freak out, aren't you?

"Bullshit... I'm not freaking out!

"Yes, sir. You're freaking out. Besides, you're an alchemist who can spot the composition of the Academy robe in an instant, right? I thought you might be too capable of anything..."

"You think I have a wife of some kind?

That's not possible.

Because that situation was a complete incident and not something I could plant somewhere.

That Pierre Paolo also seems to know and immediately shakes his neck to the side to deny it.

"That's not what I meant. I'm not... that's the kind of guy that's in such a d country. I don't really see why."

There's just something about that way of saying it, and Noel also guesses,

"... you mean you're here to check the labyrinth? from institutions other than Towers and Colleges."

That's what I ask.

Pierre Paolo nodded,

"Well, that's the thing. Sometimes it can come from another country. And it's not just about him. I can't believe the labyrinth was just born. They say it's a decade or a hundred years. I thought you figured out what kind of guys were coming to this city. Be careful."

I mean, he really wanted to say that rather than think that that mage was someone from some institution or country, let's be careful not to expose those guys to achievements or anything like that in checking the labyrinth.

Well, I don't know. It's a story.

But because of his gratitude to the sorcerer, Noel decided to deny the unfair suspicion placed on her.

"I understand the story, but the magician said he was a Marto. It will happen."

"Really? I might be worried too much... what a freshly born labyrinth. There may be some great discoveries of the century."

That being said, Noel also knew it was a joke.

That kind of discovery is because even if there were, professors at the College and researchers at the Tower would do it.

What is expected of students like Noel and Pierpaolo is the collection of detailed and cluttered information that hits the run of its use.

Nevertheless, nevertheless, by some coincidence, the possibility is not zero.

"I'll count on your luck there. I don't seem to follow that much in this city."

Pierre Paolo laughed with her belly again, blurring as she remembered at the carriage yard.