Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The alarm clock is purposefully capable of making unpleasant noises in order to wake people, he said.

"Good morning, Master Krohiko"

However, I also hear that natural ambient sounds and people's voices are better for waking up from sleep comfortably.

With a pleasant soft voice, I wake up.

When I open my right eye, I see a girl with a soft face that my voice can't beat.

"Good morning, Mr. Mia"

Before I came to this world, I always used an alarm clock when I needed to wake up.

Because there was nobody there, like someone to wake me up with their voice.

"Breakfast is ready."

Girl with tinted hair, beast ears.

He's a cute guy with a laid-back vibe, but he boasts a thoroughness that doesn't make one mistake in his usual job.

By the way, the double hills on the girl's chest in maid clothes were rich enough to remember the still fierce claims, even if they were wrapped in fabric.

It is a secret that, when the physical distance from her is close, she is occasionally forced to make strange tensions that tickle.

Mia Posta.

She is a maid of honor with maquina renowsphere, head of the St. Renowthread School I attend.

She was moving on herself and taking care of my life living in this kingdom of St. Renault Thread.

Of course she has a job as her samurai and she doesn't get to look after her every day.

Still, she's really helping me.

I flattened my breakfast and when I was ready to go to school, I opened the door to the house.

"Then you have not gone, Master Krohiko"

A polite courtesy, sent out.

"Then I'll be there, Mr. Mia"

The sky is clear.

I also feel like the temperature has been rising lately because of the approaching summer season.

The timing of the transition is at the discretion of the students, but lately, there seems to be some students out there who change clothes for light summer - summer uniforms.

"Yeah."

Once I look back at my residence, which is located slightly away from the girls' quarters on the east side of the school, I walk out toward the main building of St. Renault's Red School.

"Good morning."

Even today, my day as a candidate for the Holy Tree begins.

A silver-haired student leaned against the women's dormitory gate and noticed me.

Currier Verstein.

Beautiful girl with mysterious cool and exceptional style of model face loss seen in magazines and TV in the world where she was before.

A classmate and of the same class, she is also my master of swords.

I usually meet up here like this and go to school with them.

"Good morning, Currier"

"Oh, good morning"

"Well, shall we go?"

"Oh."

Compared to when we met, I think this guy got a lot rounded up, too.

Nevertheless, I send my gaze around.

We meet at the girls' quarters, so naturally, everywhere I look around here right now, there are only girls except me.

When I started attending school with Mr. Currier, it was something I was given a less favorable odd gaze at, but now it's a little different.

At least, you could call it a favorable gaze.

"Something's changed, I think."

"What's up, suddenly?

"No, it's not a big deal."

"The Four Homicides and the Noise - especially the Four Homicides - are known to those who know them. Can't there be a lid for rumors?"

About a month ago, here in Christophia, the king's capital, was raided by four men who should be called vicious.

That was tantamount to being raided by an army in one country - no, it was more of a threat than that.

I managed to defeat two of them with great sacrifice, but one circumstance was that the Knights of the Holy Tree, who ostensibly defended this king's capital, defeated them.

However, the fact that I defeated the Four Terrorist Disasters seems to have become somewhat widespread because one of the Four Terrorist Disasters and the place where I fought was this school and there were also student witnesses at that time.

"Instead of the Four Homicides, you even defeated that noise... maybe no more enemies"

"Well, I still can't beat Mr. Currier with my sword."

"Hung... I'm still desperate if you can't catch up with me, too, huh?

"Huh? Really?

"Mm, what? I'm surprised. What about your eyes?

Though training, it makes me wonder if it's impossible to cross her when you're fighting with Mr. Currier with a sword.

Well, I'm personally glad to hear that.

"Well, maybe you're still developing in terms of sword technology. Even though you are mastering Hibigami and my sword muscles with the power of curse, you do not seem to be able to" optimize "yourself."

"You mean other people's moves, other people's moves..."

No matter how much force the Prohibited Beast can use to copy the opponent's sword moves, I can't draw more than a hundred percent of my power without a sword that I myself squeezed out of myself and knitted.

No, the comics and novels I used to call in the world before, though some characters copied their moves and styles and showed more ability... the reality is, tough.

Moreover, the power of the forbidden beast that "eats" the opponent's powers and moves can no longer be used.

The curse is usable, but the forbidden beast is currently under sealed restraint by the curse king.

Thanks to this, I don't have to worry about the forbidden beast eroding the consciousness of the host of the curse.

But we can no longer use the power of the forbidden beast as a trump card.

The rate of growth and healing power boosted by the curse remains, but from now on, we must train ourselves to the point that we do not even have to use the curse.

There's a deal with that guy, too.

"Besides, wasn't it time for the Knights of the Holy Tree to attend combat classes? There will be a lot to be taught from them."

The Knights, who lost many good saint tree men in the battle against the Four Ferocities, were to attend combat classes and coach candidates as special instructors to train future saint tree men to fill the holes of the lost saint tree men.

After the quadruple disaster and the noise incident, the people of Wang Capital were being pursued by various post-processing.

In particular, the Knights of the Holy Tree, who gave out many of the dead, have been extremely busy for the past month or so, including ceremonies of mourning for the dead.

The fact that I could afford to attend combat classes must have finally calmed down the post-processing.

"Mr. Currier, by the way"

"What?

"Purely combative, when you become a stronger opponent than the Four Violent Disasters, are there others?

"When it comes to juxtaposing with the Four Homicides, it's The End Empress, but that's just like being legendary... If it's a possible comparable figure, isn't it still around Captain Sochute, Louvel Argan's Armored Ghost, and the Empire's Martial God?

"Of the six houses... Varaga Lumood, was it? In the fight against noise, they used to call me someone who could work with Hibigami."

Then Mr. Currier got a sinister look.

"Mmmm... I don't know about that guy... because he's such a pain in the ass in the ass in a different way than Lokia... honestly, I'm not good at it"

I laugh.

"Are there people in the six houses that Mr. Currier is good at?

Something, we all don't seem to like it.

"Hung... as you know, I was floating there. I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable if I had one good opponent."

Somehow, I can understand the feeling that I'm the only one floating as a foreign object from around me.

That's just me being special. It's not a feeling that satisfies my self-esteem, it's just a feeling that the nasty discomfort sticks together all the time.

When I'm stuck with that feeling, I start to wonder if I'm an unnecessary person in this world.

"Now...... cozy, what do you say?

"Hung, that's not bad."

Hehe, and I laugh.

"Me, too."

It was when I came near the school lift.

"Is that it? Something's gathering people."

On the way to the lifting gate, there was just a position where the cause of the crowd could be desired.

Two female students are confronted.

One is a female student with silver hair of darker color than Mr. Currier, a vertical roll.

slightly purple silver, should it be described as

He has long legs and wears black tights.

Thready eyes.

There is an unseenness in its standing, and I can feel the air of complacency somewhere.

Confronting that purple and silver-haired female student is a brunette female student with feathers woven like a landing on top of her uniform.

Her hair is long and her forehead is cut to the side.

Slightly less tall than confronting female students.

It's like... some kind of leaf on your mouth.

I wear white flower hair decorations similar to lilies.

Kanzashi, is it?

Cool eyes, but behind them I can feel the strength of a secret will.

It's like a knife lowering to the belt on your hips.

A female student with purple silver hair said.

"It's rare to bowl in here, Couderca Ferraris. By the way, you seem to have a different time to go to school, but did you come all the way out here to see me?

"That's what I'm talking about - Doristos Kielsinha"

Hmm?

I think we've both heard the name somewhere before, huh?

Couderka Ferraris.

Doristos Kielsinha.

"- So those two are the presidents of the wind discipline and the student chairman?

So you're both daughters of the Five Dukes?

Mr Makina told me that the two families had stronger political influence than the Dukes of Troia and Sigmsos, and that if those two Dukes had joined forces, even the Renowsphere would not be able to beat them fat.

I may have been in my sight before, but I wouldn't have recognized those guys as chairmen of the wind discipline and student chairmen.

Well, the school year's different, and maybe he said hello or something on his admission day, but I'm not at the admission ceremony...

Surely the student chairman should have been second to the Little Saint and the chairman of the Feng Ji should have been third to the Little Saint.

Moreover, the student chairman remembers being told by Beoza, number one, that his strength was above his own.

I mean - it has the title "The Strongest" in this school.

"Though I don't think it always fits the time you're off to avoid bowling to meet me on favorable business"

"Not favorable, of course"

"By the way, Couderka"

…………

"It's the Holy Martial Arts Festival, which determines the first semester evaluation of the example, but apparently, apart from a division by grade, there will be a division with no grades, right?

"Please correct me. I let you install it, is that a mistake?

"Oh, what grounds do you have to say that?

"You - I'm just saying Dristos, it's convincing"

"Hugh... well, it's not good. Now, maybe you and I can finally settle this formally?

"So I didn't disagree. What can I do for you, Doristos?

"Oh, thank you for your patience. Go ahead."

"I heard you were trying to draw Sagara Crohiko into the student council, is that true?

Huh?

Suddenly my name came up and I was surprised.

Mr. Currier reacts "Mm" next door.

The look on Chairman Doristos's face brings him closer to Nobu.

"What if?

"Unpleasant."

"Oh? Is the curse man Sagara Krohiko your property, Couderka?

"No. But he already had us at the Wind Discipline through the conversation. That's what I wanted to say."

"Yes, I heard. Now... what can I do for you?

"... snake"

I had the illusion that Chairman Doristos had gone in.

"... now what?

"No, excuse me. Somehow, I felt like I looked like that."

"Give me... a snake," he said?

Hmm.

It feels like I touched the word I care about on purpose.

Anyway, it was understandable that the two chairmen were not close.

"That's the school undefeated and the school strongest, Krohiko"

The man who showed up next door put his hand on my shoulder.

"Mr. Beoza."

"Good morning. No, no, it's a beautiful morning. But I don't know how to argue like that in this beautiful morning."

To mourn, the person appearing next to him hands on his forehead.

"It's better than the malicious cursing reward of stripping, but it's a fact that's lamentable"

Beoza Fallontessa.

Third grade.

Little saint, number one.

He is a senior in the school who has now been allowed to get along after one of the giants' past appearing in the sacred ruins.

"Doristos, Couderca!

Mr. Beoza called on the two chairmen.

The two chairmen turn this way.

"Beoza? Oh, you're next to..."

…………

The surrounding students begin to bother.

"Hey, that's Beoza Fallontessa from three years... Little Sage, number one"

"I mean, that's the one next door, right? of a year, a curse forbidder -"

"He defeated the Four Felonies, didn't he? Besides, we're talking about knocking down the Sixth House, which was a leap behind the Four Homicides, right?

"Did those left eyes get hit in the fight too..."

"No, it's better to fight the Four Homicides and be safe now. It's amazing."

"Look, there's also Master Currier Verstein. Oh, you look beautiful today..."

"I honestly don't know about me, admiring you for a year... but, oh, I agree with Rin today..."

... Currier's fans are growing.

"Hugh... this has made me look a little ugly."

Chairman Doristos walks out, and the hoistway - he's coming this way.

As she walks out, several follow her from the crowd.

Probably the face of the student council.

The appearance of walking dignified with the members of the Student Union was a style that allowed people to follow.

Chairman Doristos stopped in front of us once.

"Beoza, Holy Martial Arts Festival... What will you do?

"I'm going to be in the three-year division. I mean - it won't hit you with the strongest in school, Doristos."

"Hugh, you're being modest... but if I win in the middle of no-school, isn't the number one seat in the Little Sage in danger, too?

"Just kidding. Already you'd be like number one in strength."

"In strength, is it? Well, that 's--"

The thread opened slightly and Chairman Doristos glanced at me and Mr. Currier.

"What do you think?

I saw him lightly.

"Huff...... I have a scary junior behind me today, so I'm leaving like this. Good day, Sagara Crohiko."

Chairman Doristos took the facade of the student council and disappeared to the lifting gate.

Continuing, it was Chairman Kudelka who showed up before us, also bringing the face-to-face students of the Wind Discipline Society.

"In the sense that we talk face to face like this, is it a pleasure to meet you? My name is Couderka Ferraris."

"I've heard from Senior Ray. I'm Sagara Crohiko."

By the way, I don't see Senior Ray as a member of the Wind Discipline.

"Lord Sagara, right? If I had the chance, would you please take me to the Wind Discipline once?"

Chairman Kudelka has offered his hand.

"I'm interested in you. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Yeah, if you get a chance"

Speaking of which, I thought Commissioner Kazaki's senior Ray used to say something like Chairman Kazaki wanted to see me.

"Lord Verstein, if you don't mind."

"Hmm? Yeah... Me too, if I get a chance"

In the case of the wind discipline club, there is a connection called Senior Ray, so there is a sense of intimacy or reassurance compared to the student club.

"Thank you. Now, I can feel you pulling back in the morning, so just say hello this time... Now excuse me"

That's how Chairman Kudelka left, and the students who were gathering finally went inside the school building - I thought.

"Now there's a crowd over there..."

"There are signs of something truly beautiful," Mr. Beoza muttered next door.

The students said, "Whoa, that's summer clothes. Ahhh!" "The chairmen are hard to get rid of, but I'm this way after all!" "Just seeing makes me happy... me, I'll live hard today" and so forth.

Like the chairmen earlier, it's not slaughtered air.

... Somehow, I can imagine.

If you look next door, Mr. Currier looks good too.

And I broke a wave of people and walked over here to

"... I knew it was against the rules, he was"

Mr. Currier had a bitter grin.

Summer clothing with high skin exposure compared to chilled clothing.

The person, with his long honeyblonde tied to one behind him, approached me in a straight line, with an elegant smile, in a beautiful pace as if it had been calculated and exhausted.

"Good morning, Crohiko"

The girl who stopped in front of me tilted her neck just a little diagonally and said yes.

Because my impressions are changing in my summer clothes, I find myself embarrassed like the first time I meet.

"Ah... good morning, Mr. Cecily"

Cecily Arklite, a beautiful national treasure girl known as "Gems" in the Renault thread.

The expression 'something truly beautiful', which Ms Beoza said earlier, would not be wrong, though.

Not so long ago, she is a beautiful girl.

Mr. Cecily slapped me on the shoulder to say hello.

"Haha, already! What are you illuminating now? I'm so used to seeing you."

Ha, and exhales in a kind of weak mood.

"And I thought,"

"Hehe, but I'm honestly glad you said that, right?

... or I don't think the students would come together like this if I was used to seeing them.

"Oh? What's up?

Mr. Cecily leans over without alarm.

Around here, this guy has a hard time deciding if he's doing it by calculation.

And...

I can still illuminate what I can illuminate, trying to get used to seeing.

…………

I guess the story is that beauty gets bored in three days, isn't it eyebrow spitting?

Although there was a slightly different sight, even today, this is how the day began at St. Renault's Red School.