Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The school canteen is on the east side of the first floor of the main building.

The dining room is blown out all the way upstairs and it's a very open space.

Does the impression feel like it has increased the size of the classic fashion cafe as it is?

From the longitudinal window, white light plugs in.

Rotate the bread.

Momogu.

The format of the meal was the so-called buffet style.

The time the food is out is an hour.

It is a form of placing dishes and cups on a wooden tray and taking whatever you like.

I appreciate that this format allows me to adjust the amount myself.

Also, when the contents of the large plate are gone, they are refilled by the people in the dining room.

View upstairs seats.

Going up the stairs in the corner of the dining room, there is a second-floor seat where the Little Sacred Position - briefly the ranking of grades in the school - can only be used by those within the 100th place, and a special dining room reserved for them.

Furthermore, it seems that there is also a dining room on the second floor that can only be used by those within 10th place.

The explanation around here had been received as of morning.

Drink potato soup.

Yeah...... good.

That's enough for the dining room upstairs.

In the first place, I just appreciate being able to eat.

I was sitting alone, carrying food pale into my mouth.

After the mock game was over and disbanded, I tried to speak to Mr. Currier - to ask him to join me for a warm lunch - but when I realized I didn't see her.

Looking over the dining room all the time, I can't confirm Mr. Currier's appearance.

Where was it?

So, it's the first floor seat...

One corner is very noisy.

Among the cafeterias that were filled with people, there was a place where people gathered together.

Somewhere, it's the seat where Mr. Cecily is eating, and around.

Some students come all the way down from the upstairs seats, and she still seems to be the focus of attention wherever she goes.

Maybe a good number of upper classmates are mixed up in that crowd.

Stuck by people's walls, I can't confirm what Mr. Cecily looks like.

Meanwhile, I eat alone and quietly.

Momogu......

…………

Hmm.

It's a botch.

I'm used to it.

and that one student,

"Here, okay?

He put his hand on the back of the chair opposite him and asked me.

"Huh? Ah, go ahead"

It was Mr. Ira.

"Thanks."

Say thank you and Mr. Ira will sit down in the chair.

She didn't have the tray in her hand.

"Isla, don't you want to have lunch?

"Huh?"

"Well, there's no tray."

"Oh... 'cause I was in that seat for lunch"

Looking ahead, indicated by a finger by the grinning Ira, there was a circular table different from the horizontal table over here.

There are five well-groomed men and women sitting on their backs, with only one seat flat open.

"It's the other set of students of the same grade on that table, and then the upper classes. I have a relationship with you in relation to the house. So, we had lunch together."

"I see."

It seems that Ira's house is amazing, so regardless of the school year, I guess the pipes are thick with other students from nobility.

However, I was concerned that I felt a slightly negative sound to the part of "dating" she spoke of.

But why did you come to me?

Once again, Mr. Ira smiled bitterly.

That, too, seems a little illuminating.

"Yeah... you know, I don't know what that was earlier... I'm sorry?

"Earlier?"

"Look, I told you in combat class, 'It's not that swordsmanship' or anything."

"Oh, is that it... No, Ira's right, because I'm refreshed about swordsmanship. Oh, I can't help it if you say so."

"Uh... that's actually right? That's not what I meant."

Ha ha, and Ira turns her eyebrows into eight letters while letting the evil of the bunch seep into her smile.

Then, making his expression slightly depressing, he put his arm on the table and dropped his gaze on the tablecloth.

"At that time, I thought I was scared of you... and I couldn't forgive myself, and I said that."

"What's 'scary'... me?

"Yeah, yeah. Still, I was going to get tough, trying... But when I saw that blow of yours... most of the students were laughing, but Atashi got scared of something... so I didn't want to admit that I was scared, and I think I said that"

It was kind of weird that Ira, who was supposed to be stronger than me, would say something like that.

Mr. Ira grips his fist in.

"I should have gotten stronger... the part of my heart wasn't getting stronger at all... if I thought about it, I'd be so sorry"

No, I thought that good-looking instructor said you had feelings because of so much pressure from the house.

Unlike me, I guess I have a lot to carry...

And, Mr. Ira pulled the chair and stood up.

On that face, the earlier bitter laughter has already returned.

"So, well, it wasn't your fault. I just wanted to apologize for that. Sorry, I was on my way to dinner."

"No, never mind. And I can't believe I'm apologizing... That's what I don't care about. I mean, I was wondering, but I didn't feel bad."

"Hehe... I feel a little easier when you say that... then Atashi, it's time to go back"

On leaving, Ira said,

"You're such a good guy."

He told me.

…………

But what about that?

At least I don't think I'm a 'good-looking one' about the one that gets my eyes on my chest when people are seriously fighting...

Instead, I think Ira, who cares about me and comes to apologize, is the 'good one'.

And I started eating silently again by myself, flattening the leftover dishes all at once.

Well - is it a surgical class next?

…………

Accidental.

My stomach's swollen... next class, let's get in the mood!

"Yes... not a single letter..."

One piece of paper on the desk.

The paper is for measuring the sacraments a student has.

After lunch break, we moved from the lion's class to the magic class.

The magic class was a large room there, with images like the fantasy world edition of a middle school or other science room.

So first, I took a class about the magic ceremony for about an hour.

For now, in today's class, I think I could bash the magic ceremony thing in my head (by the way, they often abbreviate the magic ceremony as' surgical ceremony ').

but the problem was the subsequent measurement of the saccharin.

Right now, the magic ceremony - the procedure - is described on about size A4 paper, which I'm roaring and relative to.

Unlike during the curse, I can't read this letter.

They call it the Edian letters.

It would be like a so-called rune letter.

The procedure is fundamentally activated by sending saccharin into the procedure written in this Edian letter (around the need for a proper activation formula at the end, similar to a curse ban).

They also have a way of collecting sacraments at their fingertips and drawing and activating a surgical formula in the universe.

For example, in Mr. Makina's case, magic was activated by sending her sacraments to a procedure that was engraved on her tongue.

Twenty rows of strings of letters line the paper.

Simply put, how many columns of these twenty columns of characters can be glowed by sending in sacraments?

That tells me something like the current level of sanctimonia that the person has.

Freshmen are passing the test of whether they can handle a minimum amount of saccharin in the admission exam, but this measurement is a more detailed one.

…………

But I haven't been able to shine a single letter yet.

Looking around, everyone's emitting at least two rows or so of light.

During the classroom, one blue-white light after another appears.

As far as Mr. Cecily was concerned, the paper had burned out, puffing, emitting all twenty rows.

Mr. Ira and Mr. Currier, like Mr. Cecily, are burned out of paper.

Neither does Ma Lu, Sieg and Hilgis seem to be in until they burn out, but there is an exclamation coming from all around them.

Meanwhile... the letters on the paper in front of me don't even say yes.

No, it's not like the paper talks...

…………

Sure, the old instructor in charge of surgical classes said it was an image of sensing and integrating the surrounding sacraments, gathering them where they were intended, and sending them in at once......

Integration... integration... feel the sacrament... integration...

Hmm!

…………

So, no...

I knew I wouldn't shine a single letter.

I mean, I don't feel like I'm feeling sanctimonious in the first place.

…………

Second, I remember when Mr. Cecily covered me during the mock game.

'The qualities that are important when entering this school in the first place are whether you can handle the sacraments'

…………

Wow, what do you care about this?

And since Mr. Cecily covered me up, I'd rather not be able to handle the sacraments at all.

"Is that it? Is that it? Is that it!?

... Apparently, I've been found by the one I least want to find.

When I noticed, Ma Lu was peeking into my measuring paper from behind.

When I hear that voice, my gaze all over the classroom gathers here.

"What? Huh? What do you mean, this? Oh no, you can't glow a single letter!? Huh? Huh? Why? Why? The least you can do to enroll as a candidate for the Holy Tree is" Can You Handle Sacred Vegetables "? Right, Cecily Sama!?

In a deliberate manner, Ma Lu asks.

He immediately understood this situation, Mr. Cecily, but he didn't seem to be able to return an answer to that question.

Neither did Mr. Cecily think I could handle the sacrament at all.

... right.

At least to get into this school, it doesn't seem like a good idea if you can't handle the sacraments.

Normally, you don't think you can handle it at all......

Oh, what shall I do...

Are you kidding me, I'm leaving school like this...?

"Hey, why? Why are people like you in this school? I really don't know what that means!? Hey, why is that!? Was it a knob somewhere? It doesn't look that way! You poor son of a bitch! No, it doesn't make sense, really! Hey, hey!? Why are you here? Hey, why not!?

Ma Lu's mouth shot adds even more intensity.

Damn, that's it...

Why don't I just punch this guy in the face and kick him out of school...

It was when I thought so.

The classroom door opened.

Let me explain why.

There was the dean of St. Renault's Red School - Mr. Makina - who took his tight-faced uncles with him.

"So... what am I supposed to do?

We're outside the magic class right now.

The magic class is on the western end of the main building, beyond the window drawer and beyond, outdoors, with a huge basket-court-like grounds.

Beautiful ground without a bump, concrete? It also looks like, but it's probably something that flattened the stone ground.

Above that ground, the magic instructors in robes, glistening with the books at hand, are like black chalk, desperately writing the surgical ceremony on the ground.

What is it?

Sounds like a magic formation......

On a glance, in front of the magic class drawer, the lion group students and the uncle with some great attitude stand side by side.

And slightly away from there, I was standing alongside Mr. Makina now.

Mr. Makina said as he watched the magic instructors writing the ceremony on the ground.

"I'm going to summon the demons of the Holy Ruins here."

"Huh?"

"Use a curse on that demon."

"Yeah!?

I raise my voice unexpectedly, and the gaze of my students and uncles gathers.

I whispered, I heard.

"What do you mean? In the first place, wasn't it Mr. Makina who told me to hide as much as possible that a curse could be used?"

I also heard about the sacred ruins and demons. He's my cousin, but now I'm the first to hear this one.

"Things have changed a little."

"Things have changed?

"Yep..."

And Mr. Makina glanced at your uncle.

I look at your uncle too.

And ask Mr. Makina.

"I mean, who is that uncle?

"Essentially, the people in this school… are people with some authority in this school."

Like the head teacher?

Or, like the board......?

In a fed up breeze, Mr. Makina sighed.

"I screwed one student who hasn't passed the exam from them - I mean, they asked me a lot about you... come on, it's getting so hard to deceive me"

"Meh, it's getting hard..."

"I really don't like those guys because they're hard headed... well, that's why I'm going to make it public that you're a curseless person already"

"Huh?"

"At this point, I'll be clear. Originally, I was going to keep you in my hands as my 'trump card' for a purpose. But now that I've gotten a lot worse, I've decided to use you in the opposite direction of spreading the fact that I have a curse on my hands."

"Ha ha..."

"What do you think? I heard you were going to use it, and you got mad?

"No, you can use as much as I want... but are you sure? Forbidden, use it in front of everyone."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Mr. Makina, uh, snorted irritably.

"Deception, because it's already hard"

... Melancholy Excellent here, isn't it?

"Besides, I happen to see the Joseph teachers worrying about you,"

"The Joseph teachers?

"I heard that. Today's ranked mock match, we're in a special group, right?

"I'm ashamed..."

"Well, anyway, instructor Joseph and for some reason the male instructors, who are always two sets, said something about you, 'I have something good, but I'm worried that I'm going to be able to do well with the other students because they're floating around in the group. That's what I thought. If you think about the future, it might be better for you to appeal to being a curfew."

"The Joseph teachers..."

The male instructors, who are always the two, are probably those handsome instructors.

Ugh... what warm adults...

"And then..."

Mr. Makina sees Ma Lu.

"Keeping your natural power hidden will also be quite dissatisfying, won't it?

"... were you listening"

"When I tried to get into the classroom, I just did."

Mr. Makina even put his hands on the hair sprinkled with the wind.

"Oh, and you don't have to worry about the decision to explain the curse to people that it's a 'rare spell' anymore. If you can't handle the sacraments at all - I didn't think you could handle them at all - you can't even get through the excuse that you're normally a user of chanting spells. Then you'd better make it clear that it's a special" no curse "."

"Really..."

With eyes that dwelt somewhere in the colour of contempt, Mr. Makina looked at your uncle again.

"Ma, it's actually going to be so much quicker to show than to explain it in words... anyway, they won't all believe that a curse can be used unless they see it with their eyes. And this time, we've got a perfect match to appeal to that power. So... show them off."

"So, are you okay...?

"If you screw up, I'll wipe your ass. Don't worry there."

I see the instructors writing the crunch and the ritual on the ground.

…………

All right.

"... ok, I'll try"

"Dean, we're ready."

Apparently, the summoning ceremony and the technique have been completed.

"Thank you. Shall we call it a summons?"

That being said, Mr. Makina walks over to the magic formations depicted in the surgical ceremony - should we call them the surgical formations?

And one magic instructor asked Mr. Makina.

"Um, school director...... are you serious?

"Oh? What could it be?

"No, summons from the Fifteenth Hierarchy, etc... the highest level of graduation last year is the Nineteenth Hierarchy, right? When it comes to fifteen tiers of demons..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"But if anything happens..."

Mr. Makina's voice changed to something slightly sharp.

"If anything happens - I'll use my 'Mistrutin'"

The magic instructor looks surprised.

"Oh, that ceremony...?

"Still worried?

"Yes, no... well, I get it... if you do it when it's time to do it, you'll be fine"

"Then activate the summoning ceremony."

The magic instructors lined up in a row, mainly Mr. Makina.

And...

The surgical formation glows blue and white.

Moments - the earth began to roar.

The light gets stronger!

"... apparently, a success"

Magic instructors cross my side on a small run.

Classmates, magic instructors, and school officials are spitting in front of the classroom and looking at this.

And the schoolmaster, who felt retrograde with the light emitted by the surgical formation, walks past me.

And then, oh, the twitch happened.

From the surgical formation, to the giant white body, this another giant horn, and the giant with the bright red congested first eye - the so-called Cyclops - appeared, trying to crawl out.

"Crohiko!"

I turn to Mr. Makina.

Then Mr. Makina waved as if to issue a decree, blah, blah.

"Do it - yours, with a curse!