Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

This year's sacred ruins, something is different.

I heard such a story after entering the lion group classroom and Mr. Currier and Mr. Cecily exchanged greetings with each other.

"Good morning, Currier"

"Oh... good morning, Cecily.... You're early today."

"Yeah, I'm strong in the morning."

"Right. I... don't like morning."

Mr. Currier takes his seat.

Look, the distance between the two is the same as before.

I don't even feel comfortable with Betta.

but the atmosphere showed that the giddy air that was between them was much easier.

It was not only Mr. Sieg who looked unexpected, but also the other students.

Well, once you see the two people you met like that yesterday communicating normally like this, you can't be surprised.

"Surprise?

Mr. Currier asks.

I laughed.

"Sure, I feel unexpected... but most of all, I'm glad"

I said.

Mr. Currier then said,

"... good for you"

and only returned it.

The expression is the usual cool Mr. Currier.

But...... obviously my voice is feeling soft.

And someone's finger stuck on my shoulder.

"Good morning, Crohiko"

Mr. Cecily, with his usual grin, stood beside him.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Cecily. … yesterday, I'm sorry"

"No, never mind. Rather than… I also reflected. The school director is right, at some point your feelings will be a priority...... you may have something to say about you. And..."

Cecily takes a glance at Currier.

"You may have heard it from her already... but we had a little connection between each other, so we broke it."

"Apparently."

"Reconciliation for once, will that mean? We have an agreement."

"Agreement…?

"Yeah, a lot.... do you care?

"Well... I'm curious"

"I'm Himitsu."

Sounds like a spot.

I make a little laugh.

"Then let me know when the time comes. Cecily's timing is fine."

Mr. Cecily looks like he's been poked in the face.

but soon she regained her smile,

"... it feels a little more reliable, is there something wrong?

I've heard that.

"Well... by being mentally and mentally in training so that I can be a strong man.... Well, actually, I can't do that."

I laugh bitterly while I admit I can't.

... little by little.

Mr. Cecily observes me curiously for a while.

"... I see. Well, I think trying to be strong is a good thing.... can I expect it?

"Er... to the extent that you don't expect too much, expect"

Keep your head down with dust.

"So you expect it?

After saying that smirkingly, Mr. Cecily erased the grin from his expression.

And cut it out.

"By the way... I'm talking about the offensive squad"

"Yes."

"As originally planned, the Holy Ruins have decided to attack with me, Sieg and Hilgis. I think of you separately from the Holy Site attack now."

"First of all, you want to go beyond who you need to cross, right?

Mr. Cecily nods vigorously.

"Yes. It doesn't seem to be possible to accomplish what I had decided from the beginning... and that I don't deserve to be in the offensive squad with you, I reconsider. So at least this past year, we're going to attack them and the three of us."

"Really..."

From her expression, I can see a firm determination.

I offered my hand.

"We will be rivals in the Holy Relic attack...... good luck to each other"

Once again, Mr. Cecily seemed distracted, but as soon as he smiled around exhaling, he shook his hand back.

"Apparently, you've had a lot of plucking too. All right, well, as competitors, let's get each other drilled.... right, Currier?

and Cecily smiling at Mr. Currier.

"Oh.... to the extent that I can't help it"

Her gaze remained fixed forward, and Ms. Currier responded with her hands gently raised.

"And then there's Crohiko, who confessed that he likes us so much that he can't compare us... to an impossible extent, right?

In the classroom, Mr. Cecily said something deliberately.

... Um, Mr. Cecily?

Mr. Currier breathes a frightening breath.

"... you know, I told you to sound deliberate right now, right?

"Because the desire for Crohiko hasn't changed yet. It's just... I like Currier just as much now, don't you?

"Hum... so you like people, that's so easy..."

Mr. Currier shakes his head, jeez.

The cheeks under its hands are slightly, cherry stained.

…………

It was after that.

The air in the classroom is finally starting to calm down - some students started talking about rumors about the Holy Monument.

Cecily, too, apparently knew about the rumors.

I didn't know the rumors. Me and Mr. Currier were briefed by Mr. Cecily.

This year's holy ruins are looking strange compared to normal years.

This rumor seems to have originally begun to be whispered among the upper classmates who have been diving in the Holy Ruins last year and last year.

There are two things that are often said so far.

High incidence of xenogenesis.

And it is a strange variation in the number of demons appearing.

These become major walls in the Holy Site attack.

If we encounter more highly threatening Fae, plus more demons per se, the offensive difficulty will jump slowly.

For that reason, the third graders, who will refrain from taking the selection exam for the Saint Tree Man next year, say they have their heads.

Because the ranking of small holy ranks also affects selection exams.

What's more, the spread of rumors among the lower classmates has increased the number of first-year students who hesitate to go to the Holy Ruins?

This is only a rumor, and now, it seems, we are talking about the physical level of the upper classmates......

"Well, I'm not going to give up my holy ruin strategy to that extent or anything... but maybe I should keep it in the corner of my head for once"

"Okay. Thank you."

When I thanked him, Mr. Cecily went back to his seat.

View the clock.

It's time for the morning debriefing.

and

"Ah! They're here! I'm still here today, in a classroom full of bleached air!

He's here.

Ma Lu.

"Oh? What the hell?

Ma Lu pinched up the square cloth that was on top of the lecture.

Probably a handkerchief.

This is a lovely handkerchief with a light lemon colour with lace.

Did a friendly student pick up the drop and leave it?

"Wow, I got it! It's the season!? Just throw it away, like this! Whose is it? Name it. Hey, hey!

"... well, that's mine."

"Ah!?

Buh, and Ma Lu turns around.

"Whoa!? Instructor Joseph!"

Ho ho, and instructor Joseph coughing heavily.

"My wife gave me something important for my anniversary, but I think I dropped it somewhere. I've been looking around... right, someone picked it up for me.... to the students who picked it up, thank you"

"Wait, Teacher Joseph! Oh, yeah...... actually in the hallway: O? What the hell? Wow, I got it! It's the season!? Just throw it away, like this! Whose is it? Name it. Hey, hey! 'I took it back from the students who wanted to be disrespectful! Earlier, I was explaining the situation when I picked it up to the students in the lion group...!

"... ok, will you give it back?

"Also, of course! Hey, the teacher's wife, she's got a great hobby!

"... ok, give it back"

"... no"

…………

It's Ma Lu.

Where are you headed?

In the boarding report, it was informed that Mr. Ira was on holiday due to the Holy Site attack.

Since yesterday, they've been diving in the sacred ruins.

Then, it appears that the killer of the murder in Wang Du has not yet been caught.

And at the end of the correctional class after the boarding report, the battle class is next.

The first training ground still heard the sound of cutting swords today.

Under the blue skies that fall out, I'm crossing with Mr. Currier's sword trident.

My sword was waving faster than yesterday.

I don't know... I feel like something like "Exploration in Combat" is getting ready in me.

Plus, surprisingly, my body is light.

It's just...

Dunno.

…………

That's right.

Here it is.

I am aware of what "crawls out of me" as I meet my sword with Mr. Currier with the impetus that seems to scatter sparks.

Mainly, this feeling springs up when engaging in combat acts.

but when I entrust myself to this feeling - consciousness, they take it.

It was, both during the mock game and yesterday in combat class.

Even when I fought goblins in the sacred ruins, this feeling filled my whole body.

…………

Perhaps he was there when he realized.

When Mr. Clarice told me the story of the Curse King...

I heard the second part of the story about the Curse King becoming a 'beast', since then.

Yesterday...... I was thinking in bed all the time before I went to bed.

About because the curse is' curse free '.

... I'm not sure yet.

It's still not enough to completely shake off the mist in you, named speculation.

but

A voice that hits my head.

Consciousness to be taken.

And... it's in me, a heralded feeling.

If you get that far, there's something you can see every second.

Anomaly - something that should be called.

Mr. Currier pointed out, changes in my body.

I don't know anything about swordsmanship, why I was praised by the powerful.

…………

Maybe he was looking away.

When thoughts came to the 'hypothesis', they got scared and may have accidentally gone out of sight.

But... when I got stronger, I decided.

So now, there's no way you can look away anymore.

Yesterday, when I talked to Mr. Clarice about the disadvantages of a curfew, I said, 'Maybe you don't really feel like it's a disadvantage'.

Well, then...

You're right, I'll do it.

I'll make this power, for me, a 'benefit'.

I mean what I said to Mr Currier this morning.

And if, in the future, we are to actually fight the people of the Sixth Chamber - this power will absolutely become a weapon.

This power is probably like a so-called boost that temporarily, or continuously, enhances physical abilities and sensations.

Instead, during the boost, consciousness is connected with something 'dangerous'......

…………

But I use this power.

Use it and make it look good.

Whatever.

Oh, my God, no.

Increases the speed of slashing even more.

Along with that, Mr. Currier will increase his speed as well.

- Get out of the way.

Eat.

Eat...

Here.

Right here.

If you disconnect the consciousness of "I" from the consciousness here...

Eat...

- Can you do that?

No, it's not "can you..."

Do it...!

I have to...... though I wouldn't be able to help!

At that time.

The two swords played each other violently.

――――

The movement stops.

I was sweating all over my body.

The breath is rough.

But...

…………

... done, done?

Yeah.

Consciousness is not flying.

That 'voice' too...... I can't hear you anymore.

I mean - I could do it, that's why.

Before my consciousness is eroded and cut... disconnect, succeed.

…………

The challenge ahead is how much you can maintain this' feeling 'while maintaining the' me 'consciousness...

And how far can you shorten the stiffness time immediately after you disconnect your consciousness from erosion...

"Are you okay?

Watching how things were going, Mr. Currier asked.

I breathe... and then I rebuild my sword.

"Yes, I'm fine...... go on, please!

"... ok. Let's go."

"Yes!"

Resume the meeting with Mr. Currier.

…………

I can do it.

Instead of running away from this power... let me use this power.

To the senses, not to be eaten.

I will eat the power that this sensation creates...

"The day after tomorrow."

That's what Mr. Currier said after the battle class ended and instructor Isabella was gone.

"The day after tomorrow, we go to the Holy Ruins"

…………

Finally.

"Can I?

"Not at my discretion. Except it's up to four levels that day."

"That means... 'Protective Species' in the direction of avoiding them?

"Oh, this time."

A guardian species is always in a last minute hierarchy of five-fold hierarchies... well, when it comes to gameplay, it's about demons like medium bosses.

Basically, we can't go to the next tier without defeating this guardian species.

The highest hierarchy of graduates last year is the nineteenth.

The highest record before Mr. Cecily's brothers repainted is on the twenty-fourth floor.

And the highest record set by Mr. Cecily's brothers is on the twenty-ninth floor.

That's right.

All up to one of the five multiples of hierarchy.

In other words, this indicates that the guardian species in the immediate anterior hierarchy of the five multiple hierarchies could not be defeated, where they ate the stoop.

"Oh, and... remember, after class today, I'll be ready for the Holy Monument attack as planned."

"Yes!"

I had lunch that day with Mr. Currier in the dining room.

What do you care? It's your first lunch with Mr. Currier.

Seeing, Mr. Cecily is away, surrounded by the usual two.

After following my gaze, Mr. Currier said.

"Tomorrow, eat him with Cecily"

"Huh?"

"It's an arrangement. I had lunch with you alternating with me and Cecily."

"Um."

"What?

"Can't the three of us?

"... he wants time for us to talk."

"You seem unhappy with something."

So Mr. Currier makes a face that reminds me of something.

"... no, if you ask me that way, I can't just say no. Maybe if I were a man, I'd figure it out in one shot. Because even I, the woman, was in danger... he might be a demonic woman at the root."

…………

I wonder how you asked me to do that?

I feel like Currier's surrendering...

After class, me and Mr. Currier headed to the Holy Monument Hall.

So we bought at least the tools we needed, and we were ready to attack the ruins.

And, after some preparation, Currier, who looked troublesome, gave me a hand, see?

"Three silver coins from it, come to me"

"Yes."

Place three pieces of silver coins in Mr. Currier's palm.

…………

"What's up?

"... No, you give it light."

"Because I trust you about Mr. Currier."

"... hun, this hobby of yours"

I think Mr. Currier's attitude has softened so much around the time I can see that being said.

"Tomorrow, with this money, I'll show you the right gear in the city. The truth is, if my money is lubricated, I'd like to buy it for you."

"No... I just want you to take a look, thank you."

That's right, until the weapons are good and bad, I still don't know.

So honestly, it's very helpful.

"With those three silver coins, does it look okay?

"I'm fine. Do something."

Prices in this country are not the same as in the previous world.

And the market for weapons and protective equipment, I'm still not sure.

If you live normally in school, you rarely buy anything for money, so you have less chance to touch the price of anything more.

I guess it's also because of the price I haven't been able to grasp.

"Um, should I come with you?

"No, you stay in school for basic training."

"Okay. If that's what Mr. Currier says. Well, thank you."

"Leave it to me."

And the next day, he went to school as usual and finished his class.

At the end of the class, Mr. Currier goes straight to the city.

Meanwhile, I asked the instructor to rent a training ground.

Then, as Mr. Currier put it, I did some basic workouts by myself.

On that day, Cecily and I even had lunch, but for the most part, it was the same life as yesterday (which, by the way, I had with Cecily at lunch was mostly like a public discourse).

It was just peaceful... just talking about my school life.

Disturbing air was beginning to spread in the city beneath the slopes of the school.

What instructor Joseph told me in his boarding report in the morning was a continuation of the example murder.

Last night, two guards were killed by the culprits and thinkers of the incident.

The guards said they were quite swordworthy, but both said they had been killed by one blow.

It appears that the Knights of the Holy Tree have embarked on a search for the killer.

Nevertheless, it's not that the incident particularly affects my life.

At best, a reminder that the killer should not go to the city at night because he appears to be active at night is enough to have been made a student by the school side.

And then the next day,

"Look, from today on, bareback, you should do this. It may not be immediately tame in a day or two, but the length and size are not so different from what I used in this class, so, well, it would be quite easy to handle"

When the battle class started, I was handed a sword by Mr. Currier.