Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The strongest surgical use in this school.

Little Saint number one.

I can also snort that a lot of students saddle up to the other offensive squad.

Regardless of what the reward is, if there is to be the strongest surgical use in this school, there is no choice but to make the offensive squad over there look more attractive.

In fact, a bunch of students have noticed that Beoza is here watching how this one is doing.

The gaze directed from them was telling the story of Beoza's visibility.

"The Little Sacred Throne over here is the highest yet fourteenth place. Regrettably, the difference with first place is hard to fill. Besides, Beoza's brother is the Holy Tree Eight Sword, plus Bashkarta is the son of the Duke of Troia... plus if you're losing to financial strength, there's no reason you can win the student's winning match"

Ira says in remorse.

"Is it the strongest,"

Beoza turned to Mr. Ira slightly dissatisfied.

"I never thought I was stronger than the student chairman."

Bashkarta advances in front of Mr. Ira by pushing Beoza, who speaks like that.

"I don't care about anything. Little Holy Place is no different from first and sixth place. Little Holiness includes the grades of correctional classes. Most importantly, which is stronger."

Nitanita laughs as Bashkarta looks down at Mr. Ira.

"Right...... this giant crusade, it's just not funny in competition. What do you say? He said he would punish the squad of those who were slow to achieve the crusade."

"You're just being competitive on your own, but you're not going to get on with that suggestion."

Ms Ira rejects Bashkarta's proposal.

"Hmm, right. Well, I guess that's why the Horns keep worshipping the Arklites with their afterdust."

"-!"

Ira's face is dyed red slightly.

"About the house... it doesn't matter!?

"Doesn't it matter about the house? Then why did you say something earlier that you couldn't win because your opponent is the Duke of Troia's house?

"That's..."

Blatant provocation.

but Mr. Ira wouldn't get on easily - that's what I thought.

The clouds are getting a little suspicious because they let me out about the house.

I have no choice.

I also thought we should spend time without getting on their provocation without darkness, but we can't just leave a guy saying oh that way.

That's what I thought when I tried to pinch my mouth.

"What, you guys want to compete?

Mr. Currier opened his mouth as he watched what was going on.

"Hmm?"

"Then don't say the giant... how about a battle in the reach hierarchy?

Bashkarta stands before Mr. Currier.

"Let me ask you something."

"Period is... how about a month? I'll be competing for the maximum reach hierarchy with your Fiburg squad and your Ira squad over here for a month."

"You... you think you can beat us?

"I don't know. You don't have to try."

Sayin 'sari, Mr. Currier.

Bashkarta changes his expression.

An extra grin on the mouth.

"Then let me suggest one more thing from here?

"Say it."

"If you lose, unconditionally listen to one thing they say...... what do you say?

"I don't mind, but let me set a limit on the number of subjects. We can't go on without our consent. Regardless, I will be the target audience"

"Ah? Although it would be more interesting for all the losers to listen to those who win"

"So we don't have to talk about this?

Mr. Currier and Bashkarta's sharp gaze intersect.

And Mr. Currier asked me with his gaze.

What you can see from her face is the odds.

I guess I measured my opponent's power on this occasion and stepped on it that I could win.

"I don't mind the target audience."

I said.

"Then... Atashi too"

Then Mr. Ira raised her hand.

"Because you're Ten Himself who got you both involved in Operation Giant Crusade. There's no way you can't not ride a rat."

Mr. Ira stares at Bashkarta.

"Honestly, I don't like the way you guys do it. So this is a good opportunity. Let's get it straight, black and white."

"Ho, you offering yourself, too? Fine. Thanks to you, it was rewarding. And Fiburg, okay?

"Oh, I don't mind."

Fiburg nods satisfactorily.

I could see and understand how it was going.

Probably wanted to take it to these schematics more than the original.

Aim for me, or Mr. Ira?

Their miscalculation, however, is that they do not know that Mr. Currier dared to ride the proposal after he had broken through his intentions.

"That's good for Beoza, too, right?

"... Honestly, I'm not in the mood for a ride"

"May I ask you, a man of the Duke of Troia's house?

Beoza turned faceless and lowered her gaze.

"... ok. Okay, I'll tell the target audience, too."

"Okay, that's settled. Besides the rest of them anyway. This place is a place where the leader is exactly kedgy, so let's do it. Thank you for my generosity."

Bashkarta looks at the clock in the dining room.

"Oh, isn't there going to be no time for lunch! See you later for details! Yuku, Fiburg!

"Whoa!"

Feeling completely turned into a hipster wipes character, Ma Lu left a sticky grin, while taking him away with Bashkarta.

The two headed for the upstairs seat seemed somewhat stuffy on the way, but in the end they disappeared to the upstairs seat (probably because Ma Lu, who was not within the 100th place of the Little Saint, tried to get in. but it looks like Bashkarta made it through).

And Beoza turned to us when she saw the two of them disappear into the upstairs seat.

"Excuse me for earlier, Miss Ira"

…………

"You seem to be struggling with each other's houses, but as you can see, I've been in a difficult position with each other's houses. The same goes for the Marquis Marlowe, but most importantly, you can't go against the blatant when your opponent also becomes a person in the Duke of Troia family. It's no excuse to offend you."

"No... because it's not your fault"

"Huh, you're an adult. Miss Ira is. But even so..."

Suddenly Beoza stopped at Mr. Currier.

"Currier Verstein, was it?

"... but"

"Oh, what a beautiful man"

"What?"

"As a matter of fact, I've seen you in school a few times, but it seems like you'd even hesitate to speak out for too much beauty."

"What are you talking about?

"Forgive me. I have no eyes for beautiful things... but this beauty... the beauty that approaches Cecily Arklite if you add what you want to keep inside... oh I can't help but mourn the hostility! God is cruel!

Beoza getting hit for some reason.

Mr. Currier asks me for silent help with faces like I don't know how to handle them.

"Hmm? Are you..."

And Beoza came to me this time.

"Oh, thank you. I've been with the Lions for a year."

"Sagara Krohiko, right?

"Yeah, yeah."

Apparently you know the name.

"A curseless man who suddenly appeared in school. Of course I do."

Beoza smiled as she pushed up the frame of her glasses, offering her right hand.

"My name is Beoza Fallontessa. Later, get to know each other."

Hmm?

I'll shake hands back, too.

"... welcome"

This guy.

No hostility.

"It's been an encounter in this way, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to be hostile to you. But understand. We have marks between houses. And... I feel sorry for Fiburg."

"Hemp - is there a fiburg?

"I used to be a little more decent... but I've been like that ever since. In retrospect, I think it's quite obvious to me that Bashkarta"

Given his power relationship with Bashkarta, Beoza... I guess Mr. Beoza couldn't get out strong either.

For, while teething about the changing appearance of Ma Lu influenced by Bashkarta, he may have been keeping an eye on Ma Lu nearby.

At least try to help him when he's close and decidedly about to step off his feet.

"And about the promise I made earlier with Bashkarta, I'm not going to let you do too much if we win. No matter how much the son of the Duke of Troia family is, there's a line that I can't give away. Nevertheless... that's what we'll talk about if we win."

"Huh?"

Mr. Beoza looked up at the upstairs seat as he unshaken his hand.

"That fool."

Flipping from the atmosphere from earlier, emotions can disappear from that look.

And I said it away with a cold voice that even scorned me.

"If you could understand even half the power of Sagara Crohiko or Currier Verstein - you'd know enough not to be a contender"

Mr. Beoza turns himself in.

The robe clapped.

"Okay, excuse me."

Thus Mr. Beoza left the dining room without going to a second floor seat alone.

"I'll try harder on this one for now. Hey."

Shortly after leaving the dining room, Mr. Ira said with a bitter smile.

"And then... I'm sorry it's been weird, huh?

"That's the dialogue over here. Of course, it was a winning proposition... but I'm sorry I imitated it on my own"

Mr. Currier apologizes.

"Oh, no! Don't apologize! Atashi is the one with the blood on his head..."

"It's that way that's bad. Ira will never apologize."

"Crohiko is right. That kind of idiot is probably only a master at mouth. I'm only good at pissing people off."

Mr. Ira scratches his head looking illuminated.

"Hahaha... sorry to bother you so much..."

Ira lays down her eyelashes and drops her gaze on the floor.

"But, you know, I think I decided to take the fight because Crohiko and Currier were there. Why not? You thought you could win if you had two, didn't you? This is weird even though it's unfounded, isn't it?

"No. You're right, Ira"

"To?"

Mr. Currier slightly loosened the edge of his mouth and laughed at Mr. Ira.

"Don't worry. Only this battle can be left to me."

Mr. Ira looked down.

Then the redness of my face increases.

"Nah... that's cool enough to thrill even a woman's atasi once in a while," Currier said.

"Hung, don't hesitate to rely on me just this time. I don't like that Bashkarta either."

"Ugh, yeah...... thanks. Thank you, Krohiko."

"I don't know if I can be as helpful as Mr. Currier, but I'll let you do what I can."

Then we headed to the magic class.

So, after the surgical class and after school.

Ms. Ira left the classroom to discuss it with the members of the offensive squad.

"Mr. Ira is for the leader, or something like the chairman of the committee."

I shrugged as I watched Miss Ira leave the door.

Mr. Currier looks strange.

"Fine?

"It's not three knitted glasses, though."

Anyway.

"It was a good idea to compete in the monthly hierarchy."

"Hmm? Oh... it depends on the strength of the giant which one defeats first."

It is possible that the opponent will dive and defeat even today if it is a battle over which to defeat first.

Above all, me and Mr. Currier have not reached the Nine Hierarchies.

Once the other side has been consolidated in the reached students, there is no winning eye due to the nature of the sacred ruins.

Or maybe Ma Lu was diving into the sacred ruins here recently in anticipation of these battles happening.

"Because I could see clearly my intention to bring it into a conditional battle somehow, I stepped on it to come on board even if I changed the content if it wasn't so impossible. Sounds like he wanted to pull the word out that he was going to take a fight from over here at all costs."

"It's a little too obvious, though."

So both me and Mr. Currier were wondering if we should talk.

Because I knew there was some intention and I was inciting it.

"Plus those two upper classmates should be diving deeper than we are right now. Considering the level of hierarchy reached in each grade of the regular year, it's clearly a favorable situation over there. From the other side, there's no reason not to take it."

"I see, indeed"

"It's just... I'm a little concerned about the presence of a man named Beoza."

"Me too. He feels a little different than Bashkarta or Fiburg."

"Still, with me and you, you can win. That man is number one in the Little Sage, which means no more students come out than that man. What scares me more is if the Holy Ruins don't make strange moves."

"Right."

Mr. Currier put his hand on his mouth.

"And maybe this has nothing to do with... that guy named Fiburg"

"What's wrong with him?

Mr. Currier said, yeah, after putting it forward.

"Maybe it's my mistake... he likes Ira, doesn't he?

"... I knew you'd think so?

I was kind of thinking about that possibility.

Even when there used to be an exchange at the entrance to the classroom, Ma Lu pulled back unexpectedly when Ira told him he was in the way.

Plus a word I released earlier in the dining room.

- I know it's your fault!

Some of them say, "I like you, but more than anything else, I'm asking you out! 'I feel like I can take it.

In other words, it is more than likely his own appeal that he wants to stand out.

Will this matter of student-acquisition competition also be a psychology that makes me want to be mean to a child I like, along with?

Guidance That 'listen to one thing' condition could also have been a success had Ira even been on board.

Hmm.

I don't know, though.

It's only a hypothesis, and rather a theory that Ma Lu herself doesn't realize how she feels.

"Can't you even think about other people's sex? Let's think about knocking down the example giant first."

"Yes."

Well,

"Me, I'm going to go to the library to ask you about the Holy Devil's Sword as an example, but what will Mr. Currier do after this?

Mr. Currier saw the entrance to the classroom.

"I was just wondering... sorry but I can't hang out today"

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

When I left the classroom before Mr. Currier with the Holy Demon Sword in my hand, I headed to the library.

"Duh, duh, duh!?

pieces, and a book on the desk fell to the floor and scattered due to the impact of a hips bump.

"Let, Holy Demon Sword!? This is a holy demon sword, right?!? Did you steal it?!?

"You can't be! I got it at the Holy Ruins!

When I entered the room to show the Holy Devil's Sword, Mr. Clarice jumped up surprised - or even flew.

Mr. Clarice crawls on all fours and approaches the Holy Demon Sword on the removed floor.

"Ho, ho... Not that there's ever been an example of a Holy Devil's Sword found in a sacred ruin... Hmm, it does have a technique on top of the crystal fitting..."

Mr. Clarice raised his face.

"This is an amazing discovery, Mr. Crohiko!

"Really?

"No, because it's a holy demon sword!? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Having risen to the tension dada, Mr. Clarice takes the Holy Devil's Sword and begins to observe it crumbly.

No, I thought you said Sieg only had three bottles in the country.

I didn't think it was such an amazing thing because everyone reacted so calmly then.

"Hmm? Is this a crest? Mm-hmm? That? A crest like this shield, like I've seen it somewhere...... hmmm, where did you see it?

Mr. Clarice roars ununung with a question mark in his head.

"Um, I'd also like to hear about the hell world..."

Instead, that's what I came here for today.

"Hell of a world? Mm-hmm. It doesn't exist in this world. Mmmm, this crest..."

"I hadn't talked about it maybe deep underground in the end-of-life town before this!?

"Um, I wonder where you saw it...?

"Um... I could talk about legends. Let me at least tell you where the book with the information is..."

"Even so, it's beautiful...... what kind of glow would it show if the sacraments were poured in...... heh heh heh"

I can't hear you.

Huh.

I have no choice.

Suppose I ask you first about this holy demon sword?

"Actually, they don't have special powers like this, the Holy Devil's Sword."

"Ho ho? Interesting. What's that supposed to mean?

Do you react to the story of the Holy Devil's Sword?

I explained what Mr. Currier told me.

"It also looks like a key, so maybe it's not actually a weapon? I don't know... but you don't."

"Keys? Keys... Keys... Ah!

Mr. Clarice slapped him in the palm with a sword pattern.

"Yes! I remember! While the Big Clock Tower is not open! This is probably the crest painted on that door!

"The Big Clock Tower?

"Yes! There's a room with an altar in the basement of the big clock tower, but there's a door behind that altar that doesn't open! I only checked with permission once, but I couldn't get into that room in any way..."

"Could it be the key to that door?

"Yes, it is! Let's go, then!

Where are you going?

"It must be decided on the big clock tower!

"So... you came to me?

"'Cause neither me nor Mr. Crohiko can use the sacrament, right? Then who pours sacrament into this holy demon sword?!? And who's going to get permission to enter the underground altar?!? You're the only one who meets both conditions and I can negotiate, Dean! You know what I mean!?

Put your forehead on the hand put together by Mr. Makina sitting in the chair of the school director and sigh.

"I... I'm busy?

"Don't say that! Please, you're right! Please, please, please, please... Huh!

Mr. Clarice strikes a cancer amount at the school director's desk.

"Wow, okay, please don't. This desk is so stiff... your forehead will crack better if you do it poorly?

"So, school director!?

Bullshit, Mr. Clarice looks up.

Mr. Makina sighed a second time.

"Yeah, I'm going... should I go, right?

"Ooh! Finally, increase your library budget too!

"How dare you ask for a budget! No!"

It looks like Mr. Clarice is already up.

Is it something that people can make such a happy look at?

Even so, I see Mr. Makina.

Makina is a pretty good person to take care of while I say something......

And Mr. Makina, who looked unacceptable, glanced at me.

"... you care too, don't you?

"Yeah, well."

Phew, and Makina sighs for the third time.

"Okay. Then I'll be ready. Just wait in front of the main entrance."