Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The [School Festival] of the Second School of Magic got off to a glorious start. Admission begins at 9 a.m., but in front of the school gate, the long line of snakes has been in place since the day before.

I say this is a sight like the school festival's landscape poetry that will be held during this period.

It was similar to the sight seen in the earlier launch of the new AWR, to be seen from where the tent was erected - note that this is a metaphor coming from Ars' experience, and this is one common analogy of objects.

I had the moonlight feeling that it would be even more awesome right after the start if this pushed over all at once.

It is in front of this school building that Ars is currently present. This is thought to be the first dense immediately after the start. He never thought that his first job would prevent accidents arising from customer confusion.

This is the front of the school building.

Copy that. We'll be open in five minutes.

Put in contact with a sophomore Illumina who is stuffed at headquarters with a sensor worn on one ear.

Finally, Ars' right arm carries a security arm. I also brought my own AWR and I have no problem with it.

Would an acquaintance see me dressed like this if I was anxious now that I had tapped all the points into my head?

It is visible to be told that it has changed a lot in less than a year.

Snake feet... may not be, but the shooting carried out by Ars's class managed to take shape.

The classmates began to colour precious items that they had also brought in large quantities about the prize in question at the outset before expressing their gratitude, and the colour of their eyes changed so much that it was likely that the organizers would participate in the shooting.

After all, it is secretly controversial against a person named Ars, who brought in so many items that the magician could get his hands out of his throat more than such expensive items.

Ars himself does not know, but this topic has been the subject of various speculations as deep-rooted questions since the time of school. Within the class, Loki and his constant presence also made him the most powerful member of the military.

Needless to say, it was a chase this time.

Rude at school in that sense. Extremely bizarre gaze and obvious harassment had stopped perfectly. Ningro, on the contrary, seems to be a certainty among some women that they may be highly regarded as magicians.

Because nobody knows Ars' ranking.

I guess it means that women are still sensitive to such unnatural things happening. Publication of rank is personal freedom, but many students in the class know almost everything, although it is unclear whether it is to be more competitive or merely of interest.

Ars listened to the illumina signal flowing from the sensor that the class would have no problem.

'It's opening time. Then please deal with it as prescribed. I repeat, please contact me in case of problems.'

There is no need for words to be returned to all outgoing communications.

Ars looked directly ahead silently.

My cheeks are drawn to the sight of dust.

(They would tell you not to run)

Students who are shopping in front of the store for such a powerful push also tend to pull into the store.

In an instant there will be a crowd in front of Ars, and those passing by will be divided into two hands. One of them goes straight to this school building. This is because the structure of the shop opening plan makes it more orderly to route from this school building.

And he was on his way to the training ground.

There is still time in time for the general reception of the mock game, but is the desire to secure seats still working?

Only the first hour of the simulated game is open to students on campus and the simulated game, followed by a series of small breaks and no rest until noon.

Another mechanism by which magicians in general can participate in mock matches is to reveal the achievements of the College.

Demonstrations for new students wishing to enroll in the college are also included.

By analogy, a small number of students were enrolled admiring Felinella because they were able to match at the Magic Goodwill Games of the Seven Kingdoms and at this [School Festival] mock match.

It is not uncommon in a magician society to admire a senior who is a target. I mean, there are some verses where rank makes it that way.

It should be noted that the usual three figures are not present because, of course, they participate in this mock match.

Ars took his hand and rescued it from the turbulence at a gorgeous corporal trial against the girl who was about to crush the crowd, holding the person who was about to fall and leave repeatedly.

He said he didn't have long to thank me for trying to be helped because that was really going to happen instantly.

Ars, who had a rescue play in front of the school building for about an hour, was contacted by a concerner about the disturbance and rushed to the school building.

There is nothing wrong with being crowded when it comes to Ars. When you instantly spot a person's share and figure out the route, you head to your destination to slip.

There were two students hanging out in the middle of a round trip down the hall. Would one be a sophomore in our school, or look externally when it comes to the other. He is definitely a student and a magician at another school.

Both had already pulled out sword-shaped AWRs. I would have just said one-touch instant from what magic is going through.

Ars was relieved first of all that he made it.

"Excuse me, I'm a guard. Is there a problem?

From Ars' point of view, students from other schools turned their backs in front of them, and our sophomores in the back turned their eyes to this one to obviously stretch their bodies. That's all the hostility you were targeting your opponent is lurking the ringing.

I guess he knows Ars' work at the Seven Nations Magic Goodwill Games. It helps unexpectedly.

"Yes, no, anything..."

"Don't be silly!! You said I'd pay for it! There's this Owen family on purpose, you know that? Know how to pinch your mouth from the side."

Ars leaked to the angry man.

"What?"

Ciel, who at some point glimpsed his face from behind such a glistening Ars, begins to explain it as if it had been a glimpse.

"I don't know what kind of nobility it really is, but it's going to stop. Actually, he...!

So I tried to spin it out. When I lifted my arm and blocked it without looking back at Ciel.

"I'm sorry, but no matter how it goes, I can't look at the use of AWR in this setting as security."

The use of AWR is prohibited outside the training field. I would have no problem catching them without letting them say whether or not they were meant to be. But I wanted to avoid taking care of it in front of the crowd environment. If we can talk about it, we've never been over it.

Pretty annoying stuff to say, but the man who is seen as noble laughs with his nose over his back.

"Shut up. I have to talk to this guy. Whoever has nothing to do with this, pull in!!

Ars stared sharply at AWR in our sophomore year, who is face-to-face ignoring a noble man. You figured that out. The magic that was going to AWR is foggy.

We can't overlook both of them exactly, but if we disarmed them immediately, we would also make excuses for Da's self-defense. Probably.

Ars, who would not otherwise do such a roundabout, but only this time, Felinella chairs the steering committee. There will be no punishment for paying for this amount of effort. Besides, I only did my job.

"That's not going to happen. This is still under guard, and the general public is bothered."

I gradually caught a glimpse of frustration, but I guess I'll have to put up with it.

"I don't know who it is, but don't ask me!!

Eye of contempt, that's the eye that the powerful wear on the casket. An eye that scorns your opponent as a lower bitch who is less than you.

Ars returns once in a while... calmly on the surface.

"More than that, hey, but after that, this one has to go into exercising his powers."

"Try it. You think the Owens are gonna take a fall for Alpha's cuss?

"Then let me do so"

The man looked back and flashed his magical sword into a horizontal sword. It would be most appropriate to call it a fudge. It was a dirty way to do it for a nobleman, but they're bad opponents.

Ars looks at the sword thinly and chilly.

It's just that two fingers I put up next to my face were taking the sword beautifully.

"Become!!

Of course I don't imitate stupid things like I would receive in life. A superfine magic wrapped around your fingers covers your fingers.

And -.

"Ah......" a man who raises his voice like he can plunder. In an instant, Ars moved behind him and showered his knife around his neck.

Supporting the falling man with one hand turns him over to the other guards who have gathered him.

Once the two parties did not dare to help. As a punishment, our sophomore year will only need cautionary advice.

Ars rubs the goodness section.

Then there was a round of applause from the wild horses as if they were waiting for a settlement.

There are many non-magicians in this.

Above all, there is no injury. The itching hit me.

And Ars will witness people like thieves in sight. I remember that one being a female student in the same class.

So Ars turned his attention to the classroom she went into.

(This is our class, right)

To Ars, where Ciel raises questions so as to affirm an ominous hunch, he peeks again.

"Listen?"

Adorably large eyes were pointed from the bottom.

She breeds such an aura that if you refuse, an impersonal brand will be branded from all around her.

"Please," a slightly cramped cheek is force majeure.

Because Ars, who went into arbitration, has a right to listen and needs to listen.

Ciel says he was watching the whole thing, and his jaw looks up and invites him inside the classroom. That is naturally the class of Ars. There is nothing strange about Ciel because he is a part of it.

If you had trouble right in front of it...... there are some signs that are not good enough.

Ars, who entered the classroom, was definitely stuttering.

That would be the case, too. But since the shooting is so thriving... maybe the crowd in the hallway was gathered not by disturbance, but by the aim of the shooting?

The making inside is all in my head because Ars has a face once in preparation for the previous day. Due to the structure of the classroom going up gradually from the classroom, the position of the projectile will of course be on the teaching side. And the prize is a simple one arranged on the desk that the original student across the street uses.

However, there is also a platform in the space where only a number of prizes go up the stairs.

Of course, expensive prizes where they are the market for shooting are arranged in the most difficult places.

The difficulty of a shot in a five-stage configuration varies depending on the size and mass. The AWR brought in by Ars sits directly in front of it, beside it is......

It was a loki handmade white shrub. Other expensive items provided by Ars are arranged in order. I sure wish I could have done more than just started. I guess that's a unique place called the School Festival.

But if you step further back, there's one thing in the middle that looks like a giant hairball wrapped around a tuna. This means Alice's muffler. I guess I rounded it up to line it up as a prize. Obviously, it's about the size of a ten circle around her neck, but the stiffness is fine besides whether her personality is out there. The point is that it's loaded with handmade feel. I guess that's what you call good.

Even if it is disputed in the hundreds of thousands of Del rows, let's be unconvinced.

However, it is only regrettable that they were viewed alongside the creepy objects beside them.

(What is that...)

I'm sure, no, I hope so. Isn't that a stuffed animal?

Ars thinks with a glance and eyebrows.

"Humans? No, some ears... but the length of both hands is different..."

Critical flourishing like you manage to stand.

I think it would be different to say that I could do this, but I think it would be too late at this time. Make a guess of what you mimic again.

It was quite extra because one hand was longer than the other, even if I thought so, like sitting on four legs.

Ciel watches silently behind her back. He laughed ridiculously at things like knowing what he was thinking enthusiastically so he could take it.

So Ars flashes as if it had been in a lightning strike.

(... well, does that mean you had the results of your studies)

Nodding inside, Ars opened his mouth confidently.

"A demon and a haha..."

"No!!

In an instant pinched denial from Ciel, Ars said, "What!," he turns with a surprised face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You have a small number of individuals. I haven't seen them straight yet..."

"Als, I'm glad you're not here anymore, Fia. True..."

That's what I say, I stretch out my back and I punch you in the ear.

"That's a dog. It sounds like a kind of wolf, to be exact."

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Ciel flaunts her shoulders at those words, but smiles happily when she finds a flaw in some overly perfect friend.

Given that it was actually a breed improvement, but I've seen wolves. On the contrary, I had the pride of not knowing if it was a dog or a wolf, given that we were on a mission together.

The point is that I don't know so much about prototypes.

(So he's the only one who didn't show up)

"He's a clumsy guy to make," Ars said, either happy or shy, looking at the stuffed animal again with a face he couldn't take either of those and tilting his little neck.