Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The next day, I stood side by side in front of the mansion with Mr. Currier.

I'm just waiting for the carriage to pick me up now.

"Kind of restless, this uniform," he said.

"Right..."

Mr. Mia, who was in the drop-off, shrugs.

"That's not true, is it? You both look great. Come on."

Check your outfit, Mr. Currier.

"Really?

Black is the base uniform.

Not very different from the uniform at St. Renault's Red School.

White ground turns black.

It feels like the blue land has turned red.

Of course, the details are different.

"What do you say?

Mr. Currier picked his sleeve cuddly and spread his hand.

What is that adorable trick?

"You look great in there, don't you?

"Doesn't it look offensive because of the shade?

"... well"

"You look different."

"Ha..."

Two of us, it was as if we had fallen to the dark side of evil.

"Well, it's just for today."

What Shana told me yesterday was to make an alibi, if you say so.

"Because I have to leave as much evidence as I attended school as an AC student. Don't worry. I'll make sure you get through for just one day. '

The counterfeiting of records smells annoying on the contrary.

"In order to get Oodle back to the Renault thread in a short period of time, we need to make a formal school record just in form. If you want to do it, you can make it up and forge records... but in that case, you're gonna involve Mia in the counterfeiting of materials?

I don't know, but he needs to keep a record of attending Argan College as an AC student for just one day.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to let Mr. Mia cross the dangerous bridge.

So I decided to go to school as I was told.

We're talking about going to school for just one day.

When it comes to ease, it is easy.

Louvel Argan version of St. Renault's Red School.

I'm also a little interested.

"Hmm? Looks like you're here."

A fine carriage approached and gathered in front of the mansion.

Mr. Mia gives a compliment.

"Well, you're not going"

"I'm coming, Mr. Mia"

Greeting your lord, we boarded the carriage.

The carriage moves out when the door is closed.

"What is it like?

Asked, Mr. Currier replied Cool.

"For now, if there isn't one like Fiburg or Bashkarta, that's fine with me"

"All right, everybody. I'm going to introduce you to some AC students from Renault Thread today."

Upon arrival, me and Mr. Currier were escorted to a classroom in the college.

It was the female instructor who guided me.

He was a guy with round glasses and poyaked air.

His name is Mr. Ele.

At the first meeting, she surprised me.

"Huh!? Are you the curseless lord? More, I was imagining my lords hanging on. Uh-huh. Lord Currier can't believe how beautiful you are... haha. '

Teacher Ele......

Is the sleeve bukabuka, is it aimed at?

At first, I found the appearance of Argan College to be fortified.

The atmosphere is a bit similar to the headquarters facility of the Knights of the Holy Tree.

Looks like the school we went to had a pretty little look.

"This way ~"

Step into the classroom.

I looked over at the classroom with only my gaze.

The construction is not so different from St. Renault's Red School.

It feels the same with that seat getting higher on the steps as we go back.

The difference is, is the atmosphere slightly more harsh this way?

The expression of the students is a hard impression.

"This is Lord Currier Verstein. You're a freshman at St. Renault's Red School ~"

Gently bow your head, Mr. Currier.

Instructor Ele next showed me by hand.

"And ~, this is the rumored curseless! It's Lord Sagara Krohiko ~! Pussy pussy ~!

No response from the students.

Everyone is watching us with a hard look on their face.

Some students had a flustered posture.

Only Teacher Ele's applause sounds empty and small in the classroom......

Hmm.

I have a feeling there's going to be one wave of this air...

"Then your seat will be there ~"

I don't care if there's no applause for following.

Teacher Ele, you look like a pretty steel heart owner.

And my seat, oddly enough, was in the same position as St. Renault's Red School.

The first correctional class was over.

The classmates were taking classes pale.

Somehow, the air is sticking......

Well, today's a good day.

If you think so, you can withstand this tight air.

Mr. Currier took a seat.

"Next time, you were in surgery class."

It doesn't look like he cares about the air in the classroom.

It's the usual cool and mypace.

By the way, at Argan College, the order of the second limit was the opposite of St. Renault's Red School.

Combat classes were first over there.

Looks like it's going to last here with the Arts class - Lunch break - Combat class.

Mr. Currier has asked as he prepares for his next class.

"Do you care about the air in the classroom, Crohiko?

"Ha... Ah, that's not a very cozy air..."

At least, it doesn't feel welcome.

"I'm used to the air you can't accept. I don't care."

"Well, I'm used to it too..."

Above all, I have Mr. Currier now.

This air could have been tough on my own...

"I can't help but stay in this classroom for a long time. Let's get to the next class."

"Hey."

A boy student stood in front of Mr. Currier.

No - should I say I'm stuck?

A strong looking face.

Gatai is fine.

Hmm.

Muscles are cool, you know...

I feel like I'm working out.

And slightly similar in appearance to Fiburg.

... I have a bad feeling.

The boy named it.

"I'm Zaye."

"Something to me?

"Oh, my God, you killed those four killers, didn't you?

"It was one of us I killed. Not all."

Mr. Currier tried to cross through.

"Whoa!

...... hmm?

Zayeh blocked the road with his arm.

"We're not done yet, are we?

"... Out of the way"

"Hehe, you know what?

Zayeh stands in front of Mr. Currier again.

Other students stand behind him.

"You're from that sixth house, aren't you?

Mr. Currier with cold air looks up at Zayeh.

Oh, I thought.

No, Currier.

"Currier Verstein!"

Zayeh made a quick move.

"-,... What, are you going to?

Before Mr. Currier, two arms had been offered.

Zayeh is bowing his head.

I know that pose.

Position to ask for a handshake.

"Oh, shake my hand!

"- What?"

Mr. Currier is stunned.

It comes through even in hindsight.

I don't understand.

"What are you talking about... a trap?

"There are traps and shit! Him, even if you're alone, you killed those four murderers!? Shh, that's amazing! Really awesome! As a warrior, I respect you!

"Mmm..."

I'll do my finger on your forehead, Mr. Currier.

Confusion comes through.

"Didn't you attribute it to me...?

"And I already know you're strong! Though we would all have been nervous and much harder because we know that Tsuke, Teresa, is extraordinarily stronger than us!?

What made my expression so hard...

Oh, was that it?

No... on the way, I thought maybe.

It was when Zayeh blocked the road with his arms.

There was no hostility.

There are three things that came from him.

bee nervousness.

faint confusion associated with tension.

Strong longing emotions.

"And besides... the..."

Zayeh shifts her gaze shyly.

"Unhelpful, beautiful..."

Mr. Currier turned slowly towards me.

It was a look that went into relieved mode beyond the processing limit.

I guess I don't know how to handle it.

"It's in my hands. So these guys, can you do it for a second?

But the gaze I said.

The voice of her heart, I found it in my hand.

I can deal with as much as I want if they are hostile to me.

Currier Verstein, that's who he is.

However, he is very weak for the favor that is directed at him.