The Most Powerful Wizard's Scheme of Seclusion

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Maine, Fiona, and Shults visited the training grounds and witnessed the training that Ars was conducting. However, Main's unpredictable atmosphere has led Schulte to leave him alone.

Naturally, it was also for the purpose of watching the game.

Normally, if it was usual, the bleachers in this training ground would be a mess of first-year noise. But now there was a watery silence descending.

The suffocating silence might not be much different from the noise for Schulte.

They must have seen the training of some first place before Shults arrived. Be happier, it seemed fortunate, and a similar swearing filled his chest.

It was not surprising that the number of students in the bleachers was even decreasing with each passing second.

--All of them are idiots, aren't they? They're so dumb that they're even impressed. Whatever the current wizard is. The way it is, it should be the right thing to answer.

The student who is going down the stairs, apart from Schulte who is going up the stairs.

It's not just a matter of time before you get to the top.

What is the model for a magician to follow? It's not the teachers in this academy, but the ones who have survived for years in the outside world and have achieved success in battle, because that's the only art that resides in them.

It's hard to understand why they can't realize that what they can gain from that situation is immeasurable and can even affect their own destiny.

And speaking of first place, in a sense it is the best example to learn from.

It was to be expected that the ideal wizard he thought was a fiction. That's why Schulte felt the need to brand the ideal image with his own eyes.

What did he know about a mage by staying inside all this time, or so the question had grown in his mind. I wondered if it was really a mage.

I saw some of that at the Seven Nations Magical Friendship Games. I can remember the obvious dissimilarity so vividly that it seems like it's still etched in my retinas. The skills that were honed to survive are fascinating in their own right.

At first glance, I felt intuitively that I wanted that skill, that power, that dry mind that didn't think anything of it...I needed it.

And here, too, is a foothold of competence.

Shults walked slowly through the almost empty auditorium of students to get to the person he wanted.

A girl sits shallowly in a chair in the fourth row from the front for some reason, not the front seat, and leans against the seat in front of her, leaning on her cheekbones. Her habitual pearly hair covered one side of her face, which was tilted up because of her cheekbones.

A drawn-up mouth peeked out from the gap in her wavy hair.

The expression on her face that Schulte knew was always boring and always searching for a way out of her boredom, or two of the insane smiles he'd seen a few days ago, like a squeaky-stringed bow.

'Hello, Mr. Noir,'

I can't have you dying on your own.

What?

Without even giving us a glance, Noir languidly lifts one hand and points at Schulte. The fingers wavered, and Shult's gaze was naturally drawn to his fingertips.

Then, as if to guide him, Noir's slender fingers shifted slightly.

Caught in the act, Shult's gaze also stops before the fifth row.

''--Whoa!

The scythe, which he should have noticed, was propped up there, with the long edge of the blade from the fifth row to the fourth row, just in front of Schulte.

If he had taken the latter half of a step forward, the sharp edge of the blade could have been ripped from his chin to his neck.

--When had it been there!　There's no way I'm going to miss this.

First of all, I dived down to avoid touching it and asked, "Can I sit next to you? And the palpitations that hadn't yet subsided, chose a straightforward word to say.

We're all small fry to you.

Schulte, who managed to withstand the rant, only dexterously twitched his cheeks in silence. Noir, however, only moved his mouth and his eyes remained focused on one of the people in the training grounds with his hot gaze. That's why he didn't expect a response from the end.

'You always carry your AWR with you, right?'

Well, I'm not sure. We can't have you dying on your own like you did.

No, I'm not dead!

If it hadn't been for her warnings, despite the strength, he certainly would have died unseen. Even at such a risk, Schulte felt a response to the fact that it was a conversation.

Of course, there was probably a limit to the problems she could cause at the academy based on Ars and Noir's conversation, and the limitations of the conversation had been firmly in her ears. Apparently, that was correct.

Glancing around, she stole a glance at the choker attached to her neck. Even if I knew that was a magical control device, her physical abilities alone probably wouldn't help Shult. The odds of winning would be infinitesimally low even with a correct analysis.

Shults sat down with one seat open and glanced at Noir's profile.

'I thought you had the day off, but I guess not.

I'm talking a lot today, well, I just arrived at the Academy, and the timing is really good.

Noir's mouth was open wider than usual as he spoke as if he was trembling.

As I thought, there was too much to grasp about this Noir person, Schulte felt again. He didn't seem to visit the academy occasionally, and sometimes he would show up on the same day if he thought he was sick. Maybe it was a cheating holiday, but he was suddenly curious if there was anything that would move her boredom with the day-to-day that would get her to eat.

'Seems so,'

Even though Schuld had one minute of space open between him and Noir, he felt a sticky pressure on his skin. He gulped and cleared his throat. It was because the air felt unusually heavy just now, or rather, only here in this area.

The cause of this could be none other than the girl next to her.

It was as if its magic power was surging in response to the rising emotions. The surge when the main was blown away by Loki scattered a pressure so intense that it couldn't even be called magical power to the surroundings.

However, the magic power that could be taken as intimidating and belligerent had dissipated cleanly after a moment.

Schulte's gaze was now looking at the main blown up figure for the second time with pity.

However, his attention was naturally not on the main, but on Ars who had blown him away.

''Fast!　That was serious........or is the main one dead?

I'm bored.

What?

A voice that felt as if it was so different in temperature that it was almost as if it was the opposite, popped out of Noir's mouth.

There was no doubt in Shult's estimation that she wanted to play against Ars. He even expected that she might even interrupt him now.

So these words went beyond Schulte's expectations.

Noir suddenly stood up and stretched out with his hands raised wide as if he were waking up from sleep. The belly button stretched oval from the rolled up jacket in front of Schulte's eyes flickered.

''Mmm~........hah~''

Spitting out a paused voice that bit off a lack of expression, Noir turned his face only to the training ground in dismay.

And seeing the skin that was exposed without any shame in front of him, Schulte also used the training ground as an escape route for his eyes at the same time.

'Am I insane when you say that's serious?　I'll give it back to him, "It's just a farce. It's just a farce, so it's boring and doesn't tingle.

What are you talking about?

With nimble steps, Noir jumped over the first seat and went to the fifth, and Noir passed over Schulte's head and grabbed his scythe.

'Let's teach the bewildered little fry a good thing~?

The grin and the lecherous mouth and the vacant eyes that don't seem to match the grin and the lecherous mouth are focused on Schulte, but they don't look at him as if he's not even there - with those eyes.

It's a good thing that the small fry in the room have this opportunity to pull their heads out of the sand, because that's how it works. That's what it's all about. It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this.

Schulte's intentions were also easily discerned, and his face was bright red. It was as if shame and anger had swept over him at the same time. In his mind, he always intended to seek the best. On the outside, he was trying to maintain a calm image, but in his heart, he was always looking for what he could get.

That sounded like a disgraceful word to him as a poor one.

Schuld reflexively stood up and looked up at Noir.

'How can you say that I'm being passed over by that guy!　Maine's rankings are the lowest of the year. In comparison, I'm ... high, and that gap is an order of magnitude different.

For a moment, the words in my momentum almost made me mouth the first place in the school, but the girl in front of me is ranked even higher, so I reconsider. Still, I can't overlook just what Noir said about being overtaken by the main.

''Oh, that's right. I misspoke.''

Hmm.

It's easier to understand this because I'm going to die faster than the little fish over there.

Shult couldn't say anything back when the distorted expression was turned on him.

Rightly, Noir's face was probably not directed at him. When Fiona's loud voice reached him from behind, Noir's face was like a normal student's - more like a neat face full of neat expressions of frustration that were truly human.

'It's irritating,'

...Wait.........what?

Noir's gaze was headed to the back of the shult, to the training grounds.

Immediately, Noir cut his gaze and gave the scythe a light swipe, and then Noir turned away and walked away. And suddenly the scythe disappeared from within Schulte's sight. That's exactly what happened, it disappeared as if it was foggy.

The next thing you know, there were only a few students left on the bleachers, including Shults.

Shults, who was cowering, continued to look at Noir's back as she walked leisurely. If he deflected here, it would be as if she had talked him out of it. However, that slender back only stirred up Schuld's emotions.

--Crap!　What the hell?

I turn my gaze back to the training ground again to calm down once. That voice is Fiona. It's the first time she's emitted anger, but there's no way I'm going to mishear her.

--If what Noir said is true, then Fiona........

Without being aware of the frustration bubbling up, Schulte concentrates all his attention to see through the tangle.