Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

Finally, it's done.

There's a substitute I've been sneaking around researching since I found out it was Teacher Thomas at the head of this school.

Match.

I used magic stones to make matches.

Ice magic stones are nitrous stones. And I experimented a lot, and I found out that the magic stone of fire was phosphorous ore, and I vegetated them to make a match.

It took me longer to customize the armor I bought, sew protective gloves and masks using hard skins, and reinforce the dorm room as a work room so I wouldn't get hurt making matches than the period I was making matches, but I managed to get to completion.

When you store a match stick in a crate, you just turn your mind on how to convince me to threaten that seventy-three head of teaching, not to.

... No, I may not need an operation in particular.

Per primitive maybe, "There's a match. If you want this, allow Ode's negatives," but I think I'll hear what that head teacher has to say.

'Cause, Match. With this, the treatment of fire wizards completely changes. I can get you the sparks you need to use magic right away.

I waited for the end of my magic class in the head teacher's study, and he finally came to see me.

As usual, he has a hardened hairstyle.

"Ki, you... What the hell does that look like?"

When he looked at my face, he said, with some kind of casual look.

Seems like this teacher hasn't been comfortable with me since last year's legal flush. I'm a benefactor of my life, so why don't you be a little more respectful?

"It's about the petition."

"You haven't given up yet. I changed my magic class partly to one called physical education, so I guess that's enough. I can't make any other requests. Besides, why are you telling me? As usual, you can tell the principal."

With that said, you'd have the soul guts to get rid of me to the principal, but I'm not pulling back!

The killer is expected to be seven-three!

"Because I thought it would be quicker to talk to the head teacher. And for the head teacher, he rubbed something with me. It's a substitute for a fire wizard."

The head teacher, who had always frowned, looked at me with a single frown, around the time the word 'Fire Wizard' was. I'm eating up.

I took the crate out of my skirt pocket, saying, "Here it is," when I checked his eating.

"What, that box? You're saying that's what makes a fire wizard good?

"Yeah. The Fire Wizard thinks I'm a great wizard. Fire magic is powerful no matter what. They say it's great for fighting demons and beasts."

When I praised the Fire Wizard, Seventy-Three said, 'Do it?' It feels like 'I've looked good at it. Here, I wanted to slap Binta into that frustrating face I was good at, but managed to keep that urge down and keep the word going.

"But fire magic is inconvenient. Because you can't use it without a spark. With a firestone, it takes time to light a fire. Even if you want to use fire magic as a way to deal with something being attacked, you can't use it without a spark, and clearly you can't use it."

"Hey, what are you doing! You came all of a sudden, and you came to hope that fire magic was useless!

There are surprisingly few places where fire magic works.

Essentially, the use of fire magic is antimagic. Many demons are vulnerable to fire. The exorcism of demons that have spilled out of the juncture mainly revolves around the fire wizard and goes to the exorcism, and the task of flushing the power that is likely to encounter demons and rebuilding the juncture often involves the fire wizard.

It always seems to take sparks such as lamps and pine lights with it at that time, but there seems to be an accident actually where the fire goes out with some clap, or it doesn't manage properly and it goes on fire.

So lately, then, when it comes to exorcising demons, fire magic is common sense! It was the wind, water, and earthly magic that were often getting rid of it. The water and soil are more or less full of wind around if you walk outside, and if you are water and soil, you can easily carry them in a water bottle by preparing ore.

Besides, fire magic is too inconvenient to carry around.

"But it does, and so do all the other wizards. So, is the head teacher desperate to improve the position of the fire wizard? To not treat you like a rotten spirit."

Fire wizards don't treat you like rotten spiritual wizards because you don't have disgusting images of death or anything, and more importantly, people who can use fire magic can often use the magic of other attributes as well. So did you, Ritz. He's good at wind and fire, and I remember other convenience magic there.

But if anyone can only use it as well as fire magic, maybe as a treatment, it feels just like rotting spirit use.

In fact, the head teacher does. He was sent back to the castle and was to teach magic at school because there was no place to be active in his original territory. And they don't like kids.

Make sure the head teacher shuts his mouth and I speak as bright as I can.

"But don't worry. With this, the value of the Fire Wizard increases. This wooden box, at first glance, looks like a normal box, but inside, there is a wooden stick with red chemicals applied to the tip to solidify it. What a quick fire when you use this tool."

"Oh, you can't separate that from a box of trees and a stick like that! More or less, what about your attitude earlier, you can't use magic, like making fun of fire magic."

Seventy-three teachers who are disoriented and angry by fire magic continue to talk absurdly about their voices, but I rub the sides of the match box with matchsticks and the sides of those who are painted with chemicals in my graceful work.

And even the sound of Zasu, and the offering, and the little stick of the tree, took fire.

"All you have to do is always walk with a lamp, such as a spark. It's inconvenient because one hand does get blocked, but then bring it to the servant... that, uh... fire?

Seventy-three angry machine gun talks were interrupted by a fire lit on a matchstick.

"That, no way, now, is it ready? In that crate, fire,?

That's what Seventy-Three said, interrupted, looking at the matchstick fire so that it could be sucked in.

"Yes, Doctor. This crate... it's a match, but one day at my chamber of commerce, I made it sneaky to sell it. But it's a hassle to make, and it's dangerous, so I thought I'd stop..."

"Become! Stop it! Why not! If I had this...!

"It's pretty hard to make. I don't know if that would fit. But...... if the head teacher really says so, you can think positively. Yes, it's an exchange condition. Please go through my petition. That way, make a match and sell it. Or you can treat it like a special magic tool that you give primarily to fire wizards."

I laughed with a gentle grin so that his heart could be as calm as possible.

Seventy-three continues to stare upright immobilized as the fire nails to a lit match stick.

All I said was, "This tool dramatically changes the existential value of the Fire Wizard," and when I said so with a neat smile, the head of the Seventy-Third Church swallowed a gokuri and a spit.

-------------------------

Confused by the temptation of the match stick, the head teacher began to show a rather positive attitude towards going through the petition. Hehe, it's just a little bit.

He just said something that might take a little while, so we'll have to wait a while. But I think we can do it from that reaction of the head teacher.

While waiting, a major event was held in our school.

Always some kind of legal flush to run into a case. But this year's legal flux ended normally with nothing.

I don't know what happened last year or last year, so I got up a little bit, but nothing happened. Instead, it's normal that nothing is going on, so it seems that my luck has been too bad so far.

Soon after the flushing event, we're all more or less excited about that topic, but not this year.

This is the first day a talking room in a women's dorm is so gloriously zazzled. No, it's always quite like a girls' wellside meeting, and there are people around, but today is special.

This year, there's going to be a noble exchange, and in the bickering room, dressmakers and cloth shops are coming, and the girls are on the run to make their own costumes.

"Wow, every dress is adorable! What does Master Lew have? Me, I'm worried about this pale pink dress, pretentious...... but it's too cute for me, wouldn't it suit you?

"Charles is adorable, so I think that shades of dress look good on you. I think I'll make it a light yellow dress too..."

Seeing delicately crafted laces and gorgeous colored fabrics, Charles and I both enjoy and tense.

In festival-like women's dorm AC spaces, dress up or cloth up. They also sell makeup and fragrance oils and they are so gorgeous.

Maybe most of the girls here choose to dress at their first party. It's harder not to put up tension.

Social things in this country are debates after adulthood. Until then, it's the archaeology of dance that's so hard to show off. I think it's about time we partied inside at best.

We all look like we're having fun getting ready for our first party, and I'm looking forward to it, but what's going to be a sudden noble exchange this year is the country's problems out of sight.

This party is basically open to students over the third grade, just wizards from the first grade, and there are other adult and unmarried gentlemen and ladies coming from outside the school.

Though in the form of a prestigious study group that allows students to integrate quickly into the aristocratic community, this is a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Because the previous king had many side chambers, had many children, and had his sons daughtered by other leading aristocrats, there are many children of our age who are quite close to each other in blood. Marriage to something close to blood doesn't seem to have a very good image, and among young people, marriage and marriage don't work out is one of the problems your country has all the time.

In order to combat the problem, an exchange meeting with students was held.

Seeking his own son-in-law and daughter-in-law from other territories. People of various and unmarried statuses are gathering in Wang Capital, apparently. The school brings together underage but nationwide wizards. Some people will want to spit on them, and maybe as soon as they grow up as a country, they want us to get married and have kids.

I didn't know I was going to be 12 and attend a wedding party.

Hmm.

I'm pretty busy right now, huh? Did you leave the petition with the head teacher? I'm just not at the party. Shh, I'm not interested in men yet.

Well, but the party's a party, right? The food will be delicious too - I can wear a dress and dance, I can see everyone in their outfits, and maybe a handsome guy will come after me at first sight... then I'm shy and run away... so...

"Charles, I, I want to wear glass shoes, do you have one?

"Ga, are those glass shoes? Alan might be able to make it, but it looks uncomfortable."

Oh, right.

Come on, my delusions swelled and I almost dropped my glass shoes and planted a honey trap on a handsome guy I haven't seen yet.

Easy, me. It's rising more than you think!

So, 'cause I've never been like a party or such a nobleman!

Even the dress, the dance... Oh, no, I'm already soaking up even though I'm still ahead.