The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Then, for a few days, intensive exam preparation was carried out at the Rise Inn - Shizuku Pavilion.

Preliminary information obtained from that annoying emperor indicates that the entrance exam for the Knight of Magic College consists of two discipline exams and practical exams, together with a total of 200 points out of 100, to be determined for acceptance or rejection.

Practical exams are mainly tests on martial arts and magic. Martial arts can't be handled overnight. By contrast, magic has a book of magic, so I guess we can get a pass score.

I honestly only remember disgust, such as the gorilla push that made me say something to my ability to create such a book of magic. For my part, I want to cut through without relying on the Book of Magic wherever possible.

Subject exams are divided into imperial history, magic theory, and general common sense questions. In the last few years, I've been reading cages in Straheim's library. Personally, I am confident I will score a pass.

And Satella was also imitating me and reading books, and I have considerable knowledge because I have thoroughly loosened my education over the past few years. You'll get about the pass score.

The problem is Aria, who didn't take any measures at all.

Practical skills can be anything with a book of magic, but so can disciplines. It falls first as it is now.

Therefore, after finishing some lower (low) and middle (middle) Magic Book contracts, the week leading up to the exam date, I even tapped my knowledge into her.

"Aria, Gray, Satella, take a good snack!

The general holds two stones in each hand and strikes them several times.

Hearing that Aria was going to take the Demon Guide Knights College, the general was overjoyed that she had worked with me this past week in a variety of ways, from loaning the hall for exam studies to night meals and more.

Apparently, it's also a known fact about Aria's father to the general.

"Thank you, thank you"

When the three of us bow our heads, the general smiles at Soo.

"Brothers, I'm not trying."

Sheena, who is totally familiar with us, bumbles her hands,

"Come back soon and make dinner."

Drahachi vomits such a dictated word.

"I'll take care of the two of you! Well, don't be late, come on."

When we each nod, we begin to climb up the ramp to the college.

"My head's gonna be a beau."

Move your neck even as Aria makes a big stretch (yawn). So much sleep deprivation is counterproductive, so I told her to just get enough sleep, but this girl, you didn't seem to protect her.

Well, if I could pass, I'd run my mouth off and see my father. I may be the one who should be fierce.

"Out of the shoulder force. Now, there's nothing I can do."

"Wow, I know."

My hands and feet are out at the same time, and most importantly, I have a 20% increase in total body beefing.

Thanks, you failed to inspire me earlier.

"When you're done, let's take a sightseeing tour of Rise with Sheena and Dora. Show me."

"Yeah, you are."

To Satella's suggestion, nodding loudly, he slaps his cheeks with his punched hands and begins to take a few deep breaths.

Gradually, the face tightens cuddly as it was watered, regressing to the usual aria.

After all, to forgive a child, we deserve friends of the same generation who have suffered together.

Satella, too, still has a lot to worry about, such as not being able to sleep alone, but it's getting really solid. Independence is probably close too.

At the top of the hill is a magnificent four-story building. That is the main campus of the Imperial Demonic Knight Instructor College, dotted with several buildings and training facilities on either side of the road leading to the campus.

The Imperial Institute of Demonic Guidance and Knights - The Great Emperor of Time Philip Rose Archive is the largest research and educational institution proud of the Empire, founded by investing (dusting) huge national expenses.

It is also the highest magic research facility in the world. For the Imperial People who lead the nation, the graduation of this college is the highest status and becomes a bridge to glory.

Besides being only a system where only Imperial aristocrats and luxurious children can enroll, let's call it a college full of flaws, both as an educational institution and as a research institution. Perhaps the least salvation is the fact that everyone in the Emperor Nation is admired and scorched by such a failing college.

Dive into the majestic Iron Gate and enter the vast grounds of the College. The sidewalks made up of bright white stone tiles and the trees planted at regular intervals beside them were spectacular. Whatever the contents, only the historical value of this view is certainly, I have to admit. That's why I can't help but waste it.

"These people, all students?

Aria blurs as she looks at the school building and the people heading to her place of thought.

"Noble and luxurious sons and daughters from all over the empire will take the exam, of course."

Most importantly, due to the earlier undead raids, this has undoubtedly been quite a decline this year.

Once you enter the school building and complete the process at the desk, you will be given an exam form and instructed to go to the designated classroom.

"Satella and Aria are the same, and I look like a different classroom. Let's meet after the discipline exam."

"Yes!"

"Yeah!"

I turned my back on the two of them answering pleasantly and headed to the designated classroom.

The classroom is a fan-shaped, higher structure as it rears. A semi-circular bench surrounded the facade.

Each seat will have a plate with a number, which will be the exam number and the corresponding mechanism. My exam number is the rear window seat.

(Hmm, so far so pervasive)

The college window was fitted with vitreous (glass), one of the main products of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce. The vitreous is not yet widespread as it is not even a large city at the civic level.

I have time, and while I put on my cheek wand, I decided to watch what was going on out there.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

Turning only to his voice, he looked at me with an intriguing look at my body and the seemingly sleeping eyes of a girl of his generation, as he stirred up his wavy golden hair, stretched up to his waist, depressingly.

"You, I can afford it."

"I don't know."

Is it more appropriate to say you don't know much about interest than you can afford? Admittedly curiosity inspires books that do sleep in this college.

The book is a crystal of mankind's proud wisdom, a record of knowledge. One library is far more valuable than a treasure trove stuffed with expensive ornaments. Yes, I personally think so.

But that's also if it was a private library. Straheim has five libraries. In time, the library, run by a book-loving merchant, had a rare collection of books from all over the world, which provided something that just made me excited to read, such as common sense, culture and culture around the world, and soaring magic theories that I could not even think of.

In contrast, the most prestigious library operated by the Empire, where students from the School of Magic Instruction frequently attend (hippo), is the worst of all.

Most of them were filled with books about the historical system of imperial praise that had not been proven to be busy, books about the greatness of God, and books about magic that had not been given any thought in chanting, and only books with contents that would be full of stomach if they read a few books.

This is the most prestigious college in the Empire. It's easy to imagine that the books in that library are just books that make me sick of them.

Well, the imperial secret forbidden books and classifieds are also kept. Yes, so there is no exhaustion of interest in that regard, but there is no way that such access to the vault of books could be recognized by the general public.

In short, as consideration for time and effort on a number of years basis, it is no longer sufficient. That's all.

"You're different."

"They say that a lot."

I feel irresistible and uncomfortable in the golden eyes that observe me, and I turn my gaze out again.

Next door, I heard a deep exhaling sound, but soon, my wrapped gaze disappeared.

Discipline exams are initiated.

History makes us describe something like 60% Imperial History, 30% World History, and the remaining 10% Miyagi of the Mythical Age. Only the history of glory in the table of the Empire was questioned, and the answers were filled in as they opened up.

Common sense issues focus on manipulation and courtesy to the eye. Oh, Lord Curos, I can't find any value or other fine dust in the liturgy that produces the decadent filth. As much as putting out something like this, it would be more meaningful to ask about your ability to read sentences.

As for the last magic theory...... Isn't this terrible for boulders?

No way, out of 20 questions, I didn't think that fifteen questions were a sweep (was) of the memorization of the chant. In addition, four of these questions relate to three top (top) magic and one special (special) magic fundamentals. I'll bury it in no time.

Finally, I almost left a question.

"Kuha! I think you're gonna get soaked inside!

Unexpectedly, he puts it out in his mouth, starts the blonde girl next door, and he can turn his parents' avenging gaze from the students around him.

I panicked and mumbled, but I couldn't resist the excitement.

At the end of the form, it said, "State the relationship between magic ceremony and magic."

Sounds good. Only this question has different digits. This is tantamount to asking the very phenomenon of magic, so to speak.

Chanting is a word. Simply say it, why the paranormal power of magic and so on. It has to be a string of magic itself.

"Fine. I'll answer you."

Even as I whine small, I indulge in this difficult question.

"Stop, put the pen on your desk."

In the end, some reflection could be made, but to prove them, there is still a lack of information.

But due to time constraints, I was able to concentrate quite a bit. I feel like the knowledge that has been fragmented and fragmented so far has managed to come together into one. Um, this is the only exam I've ever had.

"You seem confident?

Asked by the blonde girl next door.

Aside from the last question, it was such a question that memorization made it irrelevant. It would be the last most difficult question to ask from the bright blue face around you.

No, I couldn't solve it.

"You couldn't solve it, but you look happy?

"Sort of. There is an unsolvable mystery. Because that's what we scientists feed and crave."

to me to hold my fist and theorize forcefully. Often, the girl had her eyes open, but when she turned to the gaze of pity,

"I'm a pervert. It's pathetic."

When you stroke my head, you leave.

He's a rude kid. It hurts me to be treated like a pervert, even by a boulder. Maybe...