Succubus-san's Life in Another World

"It's been busy for a long time."

"We apologize for the noise"

"No, it's not about Mr. Iason apologizing."

I was having lunch in the student club room after my morning class, but it didn't always work out the way it did. Because Sarena, who found out I was the student chairman of the rumored example, took Iason and stormed in.

Well, I've had three or six servings of lunch ready today, which I predicted to some extent. That seemed right, and in addition to me and Urania, Mahala, who had been with me in weekend training to Helmi who had participated in this past, and just about a minute of human preparation with six people in Salena and Iason, pushed me.

By the way, every time he delivers lunch, it's Est, but he says that Est can be finished first in the dorm room. I don't care about me or Urania, but they still have a problem with servants and their husbands eating together. Sometimes in the room we eat together in my hope, but in this student council room where the boulders are visible, Est is thorough with the servants.

That's why the six of us are having lunch, but still somehow, Salena was welcomed with surprise. Sometimes my sister's presence, which I didn't even know about myself, I can't (or can't) talk about my family, seems to have bought me unwanted sympathy to make me imagine a complicated family situation.

Especially since Mahala, a native of the Red People, seems to be an innocent Salena reminder of her parents sister, and she's baking her care for it for what it's worth. Iason says he feels bad that every time he eats one of my freaks, he seems to be pushing his fussy and delightful Salena counterparts, but Mahala herself will have no problem because she seems to be having so much fun.

Now Mahala and Salena, then Urania, interested in Salena, are eating at the table together. I'm looking at me and Helmi a little further away from it, then Iason poking his lunch box at me. The seats over there are quite noisy.

If Salena takes her favorite freaks from Mahala or Uranian lunchboxes, she is embarrassed by Mahala, and if she throws in the freaks she doesn't like, she will be softly returned to Urania, and she will summon the gaggers. I hope they seem to have a lot of fun.

"Well, Mr. Mahala seems to enjoy it more than anything."

"What's that?

"Because she is from the Red People. You seem to have a narrow shoulder……………"

Most of the students in this college are from aristocracy. If you are a top nobleman like the White Jazz or the Purple Jazz, you don't hate to use it if it is useful for your home, whether you are a Red People or not. Because we know that no matter how powerful we are, we will not threaten our position.

But that's not the case when it comes to blue or yellow. If the Red People gain strength and a bit of merit, they can also become the Yellow Lord, and if they become favorites, they can be treasured more than the Blue Lord. We are a good example. Sometimes other White and Purple Jazz families hire the Red People, not the aristocratic magicians, as the Iglesio family, which previously did not hire any aristocratic magicians, hired me and Urania.

This means that for the lower aristocrats, wizards from the Red People are a threat to their position. Especially since Mahala is a wizard under the patronage of Helmi's home, the Imlayrana family, which is a heavy town of the Second Prince, she seems to be the one who wants to eliminate it for the noble son warrants who want to join the Imlayrana family.

Of course there is no 者 who publicly harms or openly harasses the Mahala under the asylum of the Imreirana family. If we do that, we're the ones who will be fired, and the worst parents will be removed. That doesn't mean they won't do anything. He seems to be harassed for saying he ignores it or intentionally saves it from the topic.

"It's easy for me to say. But in the end, it just starts happening where I'm not around. If what I see makes it their brake, it is their duty as Imlayrana family members who have decided to welcome her. Look, it's good for me that I can't do anything after all."

"Mr. Helmi is struggling, too, isn't he? Indeed, people from the Red People will find it difficult to use the dining room and so on."

The problem with identity differences around here is one of the things I have a head for. The power of magic should shrink in time if you continue to train. The difference between a wizard and a magician can also be managed in time. At least all student union subscribers are going to be wizards in their first year.

That's how everyone becomes a wizard, and when there is no longer a difference in their strength, what stands in the way is the difference in birth that they cannot do with their efforts and qualities: the difference in identity. In this country, where nobility is driving society, it is not impossible to do so, but it is still difficult to be satisfied because of the memory of the previous life.

"What would you say to Helmi, but it's still a matter of identity difference?"

"I was born with a difference in abilities, and I had to know it hundreds of years ago. I can barely do it now. There are as many good people in Ichii as there are. Climbing regardless of identity should lead to further development of the country."

"I guess I agree with that idea, too. Just because my ancestors are amazing, like ours, doesn't mean even their descendants are capable. After all, I didn't have any shards of the wizard's talent."

It seems that Iason's ancestors were one of the first twelve wise men, but with every generation he made, his magical power faded, and he finally gave the title of wise man to another house. And about three generations ago, you finally stopped showing up with wizard qualities and didn't even have the talent to be a magician until Iason?

"Still, the house is dreaming. He said that one day something with the gift of blooming back to the wise will be born. As far as I'm concerned, I think we should give up and push forward a growing business."

The nobles seem to have their own hardships and tribulations.