Tou no Madoushi

The officials of the Port Authority were overwhelmed by Radiat's attitude.

(Is this the senior nobility of the military power Spyrna? You said you were still a boy, but you already had a military breeze)

"What's up? Aren't you guys going to show us around? Or is there a problem?

The staff returns to me in haste.

"Of course I'll show you. There's nothing wrong with that. I hear about you. Kruga will be in the lobby..."

Kruga would be here.

Kruga's voice flies in before the official finishes.

He was arming himself a short distance from the Radiats as he brought his back to the trunk of the aisle.

"Mr. Kruga"

"Long time no see. Radia."

Radiat brightens up his face and rushes to Kruga.

The previous intimidating feeling disappeared from its face, and an age-appropriate expression appeared.

I even admired that look at Kruga.

"It's been five years since I've seen you here. You've grown. Nauze, you too."

"Hi."

Nauze, the boy beside Radia, interviewed Kruga.

Unlike Radia, Nauze is silent and doesn't put much emotion on the table.

He had been watching his surroundings for the first time and watching out for this place to get in.

As if there were enemies lurking in the shadows.

"I hear you've worked for the council to make sure one of the airships is rented out. Thank you."

Radia told Kruga.

"I'm not thankful. I had them do the same when I got here."

"I hear you're active. You don't think Mr. Kruga has any enemies in the college's magic guide competition? They're also going to set up a new guild. Please speak up for that fold. I'll give it to you anytime."

"Sure. You guys are my right arm. Whatever it is, let's drink today. I am ready to welcome the incoming students. Collect only Spirna humans. Some of them are from home other than me. The liquor gathered from all over the world is delicious."

"That's better than that, too. I'd like to see the top of the tower soon."

Kruga laughed bitterly.

"I can't do that. This place can't be like Spirna. Even a senior nobleman can't explore inside as much as he wants. Well, the explanation around here is delicious. Let's drink now anyway."

Around that time, in another port on the tower, the Wingard integration students had entered the port.

Those in the administration look at them with surprise.

They were separate and cluttered racial gatherings of skin colors and eye colors.

But more noteworthy than that was their wrapped and beautiful outfit.

Both they and he were luxurious in silk garments at a glance with the upper class, even the ornaments they were wearing.

Not a single one of them wears glowing demon stones or anything else.

In contrast to the nobles of Spyrna, who are rigid in quality.

"Welcome to the tower. I'm with the Port Authority."

Officials speak to two men and women who appear to be the leading Wingard integration students.

"Hi. Senior nobleman on behalf of Wingard Incorporated Students, Herd."

A male student answers like a hundred million bucks.

"Likewise, I'm Wingard, a student delegate and senior nobleman, Aisha."

A female student answers hazy.

"Mm-hmm. I hear about you guys. All you have to do is register with the Magic Instructors Association. Salary."

That said, the staff will guide the helds.

"Huh."

While he was being guided, Held made a cowardly stretch.

His posture was cat-backed, his eyes cloudier and less lively.

"I'm not going to be a little sloppy. Shake yourself up like a nobleman. Shaky."

As opposed to the helds, Aisha has a flattering atmosphere.

"Hun. I keep asking about chores and complexion when it comes to things to do in places like the royal nobility. Much the same as his servants.

You're a much sloped young man.

The Harbor Entry Authority saw Held and thought so.

"Held. Aisha. Nice to meet you."

I can speak to Herd and Aisha, who have completed their registration.

The Lord of Voices was Illyweer, who came to pick up the two of us.

"Ah. Master Illyweer. Long time no see..."

Aisha tried to greet Illywia, and Held advanced to block it, cracking it between them, and kneeling respectfully in front of Illywia.

The measures are agile but nevertheless aristocratic in their courtesy, they do not see fine dust such as the lack of sloppiness earlier, their posture stretches pins, their eyes cloudy and smooth to the tone.

"I'm in a good mood. Dear Ilyweer, I have made you one of all the Wingals who admire you, and the princess's servant, Herd, has now arrived at the Tower of the Magic Instructor. I didn't expect you to come to a place like this. Ultimate joy. At the extreme of happiness."

"I don't care. It is customary for integration students from the three major countries to be welcomed by the most highly qualified persons enrolled in the College. I'm just doing my part."

"What a waste of words. I just feel the nobility of the princess. Hands."

He took Illyweer's hand and mouthed it on her ring.

Held's attitude was so gruesome that his earlier discomfort had disappeared without a trace.

"I haven't seen you like this in a long time and it doesn't change your beauty. On the contrary, it just gets more and more beautiful. The sun will hide in the clouds, and the moon will be shamed, and the stars will be sumptuous. Even the goddess of beauty looks at you and sighs."

In front of Master Illywia, he changed his attitude.

Aisha stared bitterly at Held's apparent change of attitude.

"Hehe. You know a lot of words that please women."

Illyweer laughs ridiculously.

"I still don't have enough words. It's the days of reading and spinning words and revealing them in letters, but in my immature days, I can never describe the nobility and beauty of a princess. I'm just embarrassed by my own frustration."

"That's about enough to say goodbye. I understand your loyalty very well. Poor kids waiting in the back for too long. Let's talk about the rest on foot. We're preparing a feast."

The integration students walk away about after Illyweer.

"How is my given griffon?"

Ilyweer asked Held.

"Of course it is. I take care of that so that I can take care of myself anymore, or more than I do. For what it's worth, Griffon, who was only a little bird when the princess gave it to him, is now also producing fine wings. You'll be able to see grown griffons winging into the sky in an airborne city that you hear is in the tower. Oh?"

Held noticed a rat-shaped warcraft on Illyweer's shoulder.

Rats were sitting on her shoulders just as naturally, even there with their own privileged seats.

"The warcraft on that shoulder... is it Pell Rat?

"Yeah, I am. I say karat. He's my new lover."

"Ha..."

For a moment Herd gave an uneasy look.

It was a well-known fact among the senior nobles of Wingard that she had the habit of giving her beloved a single crack in the warcraft and items in her possession.

"I have heard a lot from you. It's hard to get over there."

I stroke Karat's back with Illyweer's melancholy look on his face.

"I didn't expect Master Illyweer to say that much! You must be a very talented magician."

Now Aisha came in and ate it.

Its eyes shimmer with ambition and competitiveness.

"Huff. I'll introduce you both to some of them."

"Looking forward to it."

"I'm sure we'll all get along. Whatever it is, it's a Wingard feast for today. I have to introduce you all to the Wingard Demon Instructor in the Tower. Let's connect you first."

Held shrugged away from the two of them as they came to the point where they could not hear themselves, again with an earlier unscrupulous look and a sarcastic gaze at the princess.

"Hung. You mean you found a new toy again"

Duke sighed as he saw how Held was doing.

(Lynn is also a problem with Lynn. This young man is this young man, too. Can you do something about it?)

The last of the three kingdoms, the Rados' integration students, had been greeted by Shurrier and Seleka.

Diene, an embedded student representative, greets the two.

"You've had a long journey. Diene."

"I'm out of time. Mr. Schuarier, the journey was very comfortable. I was able to make a little profit selling grain on the way through the route. Has Seleka reached 100 levels yet?"

Seleka wore an empty robe that could be worn by 100 hierarchical magicians.

"Oh, at all. She's a star of hope for Lados. I'm counting on you to follow suit."

Said Shuarier as he put his hand on Diene's shoulder.

"Ha. Hi."

"A liquor feast is available only for the Lados. Some foursome used to hang out with you in my country. I hope you warm up your old relationship today."

"Yeah, that's right"

Diene replied ambiguously.

As a matter of fact, he wasn't good at the foursome thing he was always talking about conspiracies.

"By the way, there's a guy named Lynn in the middle class at the college. Don't get too involved with this guy."

Shuarier said, lurking his voice a little.

"Ha. Lynn. With what kind of benevolence?

"I'm not a bad guy. I have a little bit of trouble. Well, it would be wise not to get involved anyway. Ask the Quadruple for more details."

(Lin?)

Seleka expressed a slight interest in Shuarier's words.

The name of a student named Lynn was a name she had not yet heard of.

"The three powers are allowed to set up ports that can accommodate airships and other schools of childhood and elementary schools, respectively."

Yuven told Lynn when he left the building of the Magic Instructors Association.

"It is."

Lynn was in the process of making her way to the airport after a meeting with her master, who was also meeting with her master, Yuven.

It was for a glimpse of the incoming airship.

"Children who graduate from schools in the three major countries are allowed to fly through the first class of the Tower College and join the middle class. It's a privilege only allowed to people from the three kingdoms."

(Was it? Speaking of which, the children of the three kingdoms weren't in the first class.)

"I'm looking forward to it. Especially the integration students from Spirna. I'm sure Master Kruga will have a cooler kid."

Yuven seemed to be tempting his chest to an incoming student he hadn't even met sooner.

Lynn also imagined the integration students she had yet to see again and inflated her expectations for a new meeting hunch for the new semester that was about to begin.

(Incorporated students from the three major countries. What kind of kids are they?)

Next, Episode 79: New Semester