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[326] Second outing (4)
"10 silver for 10 snowballs, 1 silver for each? It is very expensive."
It was a culture shock for Shirone, who grew up in the mountains from a young age and never experienced anything like a festival.
But Amy took it for granted.
"Because tourist destination products have a premium. Besides, that stuffed toy of the Ice Queen is quite famous. It's strategically made by the borough, and you can't get it outside of the winter festival. The types of dolls are different every year, so there is even a collection."
"Oh, is that so?"
Shirone's eyes sparkled.
If it was a festival limited edition, it was only natural that the price would rise over time.
If he could win the game, paying 10 silver for 10 snowballs would not be a bad business.
"Okay, I'll try. I'm looking forward to it."
Shirone paid 10 silver.
"Give me 10 snowballs."
"Here comes another brave man. May the ice queen's protection rest upon you."
I don't think anything good will happen with the blessing of the Ice Queen, but I thought it would be because her character itself is a tourist product.
Shirone was handed a box containing snowballs.
When I entered the game room, there was someone who challenged me first. While I was waiting, I picked up and touched a lump of snow in a box, and when I touched it, it was thick and heavy with water mixed with it.
'Um, this should be enough range, right?'
Throwing itself is not a problem.
However, when I looked at the challenger, I was able to send snowballs to the spire on the other side only through a hole in the wall.
Since the throwing angle is limited, it is not easy to produce ball power, and the accuracy will be considerably lower.
"Whoa, is it surprisingly difficult?"
The challenger who failed the challenge stepped back wiping his sweat.
Those who visit the annual winter festival know how difficult it is to ride the Ice Queen's collection, so they're not disappointed.
Following the moderator's guidance, Shirone entered the game room and put down the box next to her, holding up a snowball.
He measured the distance by rolling it with his finger, and threw the snowball with all his might while opening his body wide.
The snowball passed through the window and fell down under the force of gravity, breaking the wall below the watchtower.
I could hear the delightful laughter of the tourists.
Normally, Shirone would have laughed, but seeing Amy staring at her, her face flushed.
Unwilling to look back at her, he hurriedly took up the next snowball and analyzed his failure.
'I can't raise the angle, so I can't get the old power. This is much harder than I thought.'
Well, since it was a game with a festival limited edition as a prize, it probably wasn't designed for anyone to succeed.
"profit… … !"
Shirone clenched her teeth and threw a snowball.
I was able to narrowly match the distance, as if there was a result of my determination. However, the snowball passed the soldier's target and fell somewhere far away.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Shirone, who had come to the trouble, threw snowballs in succession.
Since I had the experience of succeeding in Thunderstruck at once, I thought that if I reduced the error little by little, I would succeed in the end.
But I realized it when I threw five.
'Isn't it more difficult than thundering?'
The rules are simple, but it was never a random game.
It was made to look like anyone could succeed, and the throwing angle and distance were skillfully adjusted, making it impossible for anyone other than a natural strong goal or professional to succeed.
After throwing 10 snowballs, Shirone gasped.
Even in the cold weather, my body was hot and sweat beaded on my forehead. She couldn't even take off her coat because she was wearing Armand.
Shirone shyly bit his tongue and went back to Amy.
"Ugh, sorry. It failed."
"What do you have to be sorry for? It's just a game. Anyway, that would be really difficult."
Through Shirone's challenge, Amy guessed that the difficulty level of the game was the highest.
Analyzing with Hong's Eye, there were not many routes that could reach the target if all forces, gravity, and air friction were calculated.
"ha ha ha! Failed spectacularly. Those who are students of magic school. I'm going to die of embarrassment."
Shirone and Amy looked back at the same time. The muddy-haired boy approached with a sneer.
In the back, a tall, curly-haired young man and a girl with heavy make-up stood arrogantly as if defending the rear.
"Long time no see, Amy."
Zokre held out his hand, and Amy stood motionless for a long time, lost in thought.
After entering magic school, I didn't really know anyone other than my school friends.
Especially if it's a man.
"Hey, I'm sorry… … who are you?"
Zokre's face crumpled.
How could he not remember himself?
Even if he refused, it should have been an unforgettable memory to have been confessed to by someone.
At least Zokre thought so.
To be honest, I've never been confessed to by a woman, but if that happened, I was confident that I would make it a point of pride for the rest of my life.
"You don't know, are you pretending not to know? Zocre. Alpheas Magic School. Do you really not know?"
"Zocre? Zocre… … ."
Amy, who had been mumbling, opened her eyes wide and pointed at Zocre.
"Ah ah ah ah ah! wow! You are really old."
It didn't look welcoming, but the exaggerated surprise made Zocre shrug his shoulders in front of his friends.
The person who recognizes her is none other than the world's Karmis Amy.
However, it wasn't that he approached to solve a quarrel with his alumni, so he raised his chin and lowered his gaze.
"Hey, shouldn't we formally greet each other?"
"huh? what greetings?"
Zocre ran his arm through his friends behind him and pointed at himself with his thumb.
"From what I hear, it looks like you're still in school, but we're full-time wizards. In other words, he is an unofficial 10th level wizard."
official wizard.
Amy's heart skipped a beat. At the age of twelve, she entered the Alpheas Magic School, a word she had never left her mind for a moment until now.
Praying that her face would not freeze, Amy held out her hand to Zokre.
"I see. congratulations. I graduated after all."
At the time, Amy was thirteen. Few memories of Jockre remain, but when he fled from one school to another, the feeling of contempt for him was as clear as ever.
A smile spread across Zokre's lips.
Amy's poker face was perfect, but I could see her heart without opening her chest.
The world-recognized genius of the Karmis family is watching him in the position of failing the graduation exam, so he must feel resentful.
'Hey, how are you? The feeling when you kicked me was much more miserable than this.'
Zocre turned his gaze to Shirone, who was standing in a daze.
"You see a celebrity here. Ariane Shirone. He said he was the best prospect in the kingdom?"
Shirone remained silent for the time being. He was aware of the fact that he did not approach with a friendly mind.
"As a senior, can I give you some advice? Prospects are only prospects after all. The true victory comes after becoming a formal wizard. Well, if you're good enough, you're quite successful for an idiot. ha ha ha!"
Amy shouted with an angry face.
"Zocre! What do you mean? Apologize to Shirone quickly!"
"why me? I didn't even say anything wrong. Oh, was it an open secret? But giving up will be good for your mental health. that have already been published in academic journals. There is no one among the students who does not know."
"okay? Then, shall I say what comes out of my mouth? Are you sure you'll be okay?"
Zokre's eyes widened. He didn't know what he was trying to say, but he couldn't help being pricked.
'Amy… … .'
Reunited after 5 years, Amy has grown into a much prettier girl than when she was young.
Her hair was permed, which was not seen in academic journals, and she chose clothes in a bright and cute style. It was a well-decorated outfit no matter who saw it.
'Sheesh! It must be something that only Shirone can see, right?'
Amy was the female student who occupied the most shares among the male students at Eins Magic School.
In terms of the kingdom as a whole, the number would have increased significantly.
When she thought of putting on makeup for only one person and carefully choosing pretty clothes, she felt like she lost to Shirone even without fighting.
'I'm sorry, Amy. How can you date a commoner if you're not crazy? No matter how good his skills are, he's just a student.'
Seeing Shirone frowning, unable to resist even after being insulted for being a lowly citizen, made him even more annoyed.
'It's worth asking, but you don't say a word? Are you ignoring it? No, he must have been intimidated by the word official wizard. A boy hides behind a woman, pathetically… … Tsk tsk.'
Zokre was mistaken.
To Shirone, who fought against Bossun, a certified 4th-class magician, the courage of being an official magician was not much of a threat.
The reason Shirone was frowning was not Zocre, but Armand, who was wearing it around his waist.
The human spirit flows like water.
And Armand's rated control was such a delicate function that the synchro rate with the owner's mind approached 100%.
If you do not perfectly control your emotions, Armand will move before you can control your mind.
That's why it's a magic sword.
Of course, it would have had nothing to do with the former owner, Jion. It's enough to get rid of it as your feelings go.
However, Shirone had to continue her school life normally.
As a commoner, he could fall into an irreversible situation if he committed murder.
More than anything else, the problem was that after returning to Kazura, it was difficult to control my emotions like before.
The Demon God Behemoth was imprisoned in the seal, but it is connected to Shirone's spirit through the keyword of anger.
If his emotions escalated to the point where he couldn't control them, Armand would slit his opponent's throat without even having time to reconsider his thoughts.
'Did you just come out with a car? I'll have to be more careful in the future.'
When Zocre finally saw Shirone, who couldn't fight back, he clicked his tongue and pointed to the game hall and said to Amy.
"It seems that not all academic journals are believed. I can't give my girlfriend a doll as a present. Can we demonstrate?"
Amy shrugged.
It's a game that anyone can play if you pay money, but what else can you do without giving permission?
"Yeah, do it if you want."
Zocre and the others entered the game arena.
Apparently aware of Shirone's challenge, Vivian deliberately spoke so that she could hear.
"Guys, if you ride the ice queen, you must give it to me."
"Try it once. Well, it would be easy for Ludvans."
The moderator handed over a box of snowballs. The person who paid the money was Jocre, but the person who received the box was Lud Barnes.
Zocre turned to Shirone and Amy, who were watching with interest, and pointed at Ludvans.
"Lud Barnes is our school's representative pitching player. You can look forward to it."
Helm is a combat sport that originated in ancient warfare. It is a game in which teams of 5 players hit the opponent with a rubber ball in a covered arena.
Among amateurs, it is a game that even children can enjoy, but when it goes up to the level of semi-professionals such as school competitions, the velocity of the fastball approaches 160 km/h.
In addition to the tactics using three-cushion, various breaking balls were developed, so it was a sport full of excitement and high risk of injury.
Ludbarns was the ace of the school, and the Eins pitching team was strong enough to reach the quarterfinals in the national competition last year.
"where… … Shall we start exploring?"
Ludvans' attitude was distinctly different from that of ordinary people. There was a mechanism for each section of his movement, and as they were connected smoothly, he was creating the best ball power.
As I swung my arms forward as if falling over, there was a pop and the sound of the wind burst and the snowball flew away.
When it hit the target accurately, Vivian called out for joy.
"Good! Success at once! After all, he is the ace of our school!"
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Chapter - 327 - Second Outing (5).txt
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[327] Second outing (5)
But it was too early to like it. This is because the target she was about to fall over came back with an exclamation.
"Sorry! The first edition failed!"
Vivian stared at the pendulum pendulum in bewilderment, then raised her axe eye and argued with the moderator.
"Why are you failing? You were right."
"No no. You said you had to knock down the target."
"Isn't this a net scam?"
"haha! is it a scam? New to the winter festival? This is a fact that everyone knows. Besides, what collection is this? If you sell it later, it's a doll worth more than 1 gold."
Zocre turned to Ludvans and asked.
"It looks like there is a spring attached underneath. can you do it?"
"what… … There are still nine feet left."
Putting the snowball in a convenient position, Ludbarns looked at the target and thought.
'You made the angle ambiguous. After all, is there no choice but to compete with a fastball?'
After that, I threw all the remaining 9 snowballs in 10 minutes.
Ludvans, who had taken on the challenge with the attitude of a day-to-day marriage, was still expressionless, but beads of sweat formed on his forehead and steam was rising from his head.
"Sorry. I think I'll just have to do it one more time."
The challenge was a failure.
It hit the 2nd and 3rd balls in succession, but failed to hit the 4th, 5th, and 6th balls.
It was not easy even for a semi-professional to hit the target with maximum power at a distance farther than the stadium.
He hit all the snowballs fiercely from the 7th pitch, but the target did not fall.
Shirone got a hint from there.
'You have to use elasticity to pass it. Somehow I thought it was strange that the spring was installed on the target.'
When the force of the pendulum motion remains, if the target is hit continuously, the elasticity gradually becomes stronger. Then, after passing the critical point, it was a structure that could not overcome the weight and collapsed.
The accuracy of Ludvans, who scored 7 out of 10, is great, but it failed because the force was not applied continuously.
"Amy, how about a challenge?"
"huh? I?"
Amy looked back at Shirone in surprise.
In fact, there was no way that the mischievous woman wouldn't have her hands itching in front of such a fun game. But usually, men were trying to put some strength on their shoulders in front of women, so I just watched.
'Aha, is this because of such a situation?'
He seemed to understand Shirone's intentions. The person who should put strength on his shoulders right now is himself.
'In that case, there is no need to remove it.'
Amy walked over to the moderator and paid 10 silver.
If Ludbarns was the pitching student representative, Amy was a matter of pride as a future sniper.
"I am also challenged. Ten silver here."
"Oh, it's been a while since I've had a female challenger? But, lady, the soldiers of the watchtower are not bewitched by beauty. But I'll give you another snowball as a bonus, so try your best."
"No, that's all right. 10 is enough."
"haha! What a brave girl! Everyone, give this courageous young lady a round of applause!"
Applause erupted from the onlookers when a slender girl, wondering if she could throw a snowball to the watchtower, took on the challenge.
Amy wet her lips with her tongue and held the snowball in her hand. Her eyes reddened as she recalled the current state of her memory.
"Young car."
When I swung my arm around in a dainty motion, the snowball crashed like an unexploded bullet.
The friendly laughter of the tourists burst out.
But Shirone held her breath and watched. Amy's true value had just begun.
Unlike the first ball, Amy, who was properly posed, stared at the target.
Information from self-image memory corrected the error and made the brain sense the correct trajectory.
Through the basic build of the schema, strengthening her muscles, she firmly gripped the snowball, widened her stride and swung her arms wide.
The eyes of the onlookers widened when the snowball, which flew at a speed similar to Ludvans' restraint, hit the target.
Amy saved the status of the second sphere again in Hongan. Then he mechanically threw the 3rd, 4th and 5th pitches.
Each time the snowball hit the target, the shaking of the target increased, and finally it could not stand the 8th pitch and fell over with a twang.
"Wow! passed! The girl passed the target!"
"Girl, are you an athlete? Really great?"
Amy sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
When I played it myself, it was definitely a game with a high level of difficulty. Even if a schema user came, it would be difficult for anyone who had not trained their sensory system.
Of course, if you were a master of the schema, you could pass the target with one shot with the power of a cannon, but such a person would not act rude just to receive a doll at a festival.
The moderator happily handed over prizes to those who succeeded in the challenge.
Amy received the Ice Queen's doll, thanked the people who supported her, and held it up like a trophy.
Looking at the Ice Queen's doll smiling in the shape of a half moon, Vivian put on a sad expression.
"Ah, I wish. I wanted to have that."
Shirone and Amy were walking away excitedly, not even remembering that Zocre and the others were there.
said Ludbarns.
"… … I'm kind of annoyed."
Zocre felt the same way.
"Hey, since I was little, I only knew myself. Because of that kind of personality, I failed the graduation exam. You say you were beaten up. So, there are only people who can get along with."
It was after they had already arrived on the first floor that Shirone and Amy remembered Zokrae and the others.
I had no desire to go back. Because they weren't the ones who approached me with good feelings from the beginning.
Amy hugged the Ice Queen's doll to her chest and rubbed her cheeks, feeling the gentle touch.
"Hi-Hi! Very cute."
Shirone was happy just to watch.
Contrary to her outward personality, she liked cute dolls. Wasn't there actually a lot of teddy bears in her room?
'I'm glad it's an ordinary taste.'
I sincerely thought so.
Uorin's collection, like El Crouch's porcelain dolls, is not something worth collecting unless it's a bad taste.
"Since I gave away 20 silver and won, even if I assume that I only receive 1 gold, I have earned 80 silver."
"haha! it's your idea But isn't it past time to argue about that? The richest person in magic school."
"The best rich man? I?"
Amy pointed to Shirone's coat.
"Armand. I heard that the value of stolen goods alone exceeds 2 billion gold? If so, wouldn't it be at least doubled at the auction? In a word, you are hanging around our entire school right now."
Realizing that, Shirone blinked.
Since the amount was so beyond common sense, he couldn't even think of estimating the value of the sword.
When I thought that I was walking through a crowd of people wearing an S-class object worth over 4 billion gold, I suddenly felt like my side wearing a sword was stiff.
'What if someone steals it? No, since they share their mind, there's no way they'll get stolen.'
Amy carefully put the Ice Queen's doll in her bag. She said as Shirone, who was watching, pointed outside her.
"It's hot from playing games, so let's go out to cool off."
"huh. I need to get some fresh air too. Shall we skate? I heard that the ice is really good here."
Shirone happily nodded.
It reminded me of playing happily in the ice lake with the skates my father made for me when I was little.
"good! Then let's go to the skating rink!"
Battle Mage's Philosophy (1)
There were many lovers at the skating rink.
Shirone and Amy skated by joining the current that circled the rink's outer perimeter.
The cold winter wind blew fresh.
While sliding on the ice following the person in front of her, Amy was able to forget her worries in reality for a moment.
However, the good mood disappeared the moment he saw Zokre and his party enter the skating rink.
Not joining the flow, they performed their skating stunts in the center of the rink.
It wasn't against the rules, but Amy didn't like even that, probably because she was already stuck with hate.
"what? Did you follow me all the way here?"
"He must have come to skate. don't mind."
Amy didn't want to get entangled with Zokre's group.
Every time I saw them proudly passing the graduation exam and enjoying their time together, it felt like the scars of dropping out were growing.
"it's okay. Let us just avoid it. I've cooled down anyway, and I want to look around other places."
"Is that so? okay."
Shirone and Amy pushed the blades of their skates and made their way toward the exit.
"hey! Are you going already?"
When Shirone turned around, Zocre was running at full speed, swinging his arms.
I hurriedly pulled Amy over, but he swerved and came to a sudden stop. As the skate blades grinded the ice, ice powder was scattered. As cold things wet his face, Shirone's brows narrowed.
"Why are you doing this? in a person's face."
"haha! What are you angry about? Contrary to what I've heard, he has a soft personality. You were just kidding."
"Then why are you kidding me?"
Amy pushed Shirone and stepped forward.
"Why do you keep following me? If you have something to say, do it right. Don't be childish like kids."
"It's been a while since we met. This is also related, but let's have fun. We still have homework to solve."
"solve? what solution?"
The only thing that comes to mind when thinking of Zocre is that he gave up the competition at a prestigious school and transferred to another school as if running away.
'huh? no way… … ?'
A blurry scene flashed through Amy's mind.
Zokre once confessed his love before going to school.
It was a common thing at the time. That's why it's a strangely trivial incident that remains in my memory.
But today, Shirone noticed.
There is probably no woman in the world who would really take the word dating as a joke just because it was said as a joke.
Amy was a woman and not an idiot.
They were fully prepared for the fact that anything could happen if a man and a woman went on a three-day, two-night trip alone, and they followed Shirone.
I didn't want to embarrass Shirone with absurd past history.
It wouldn't make me feel bad simply by receiving a confession, but having the person in front of me was a different matter.
"it's okay. i don't want to talk to you Shirone, let's go somewhere else. You don't have to hang out with these guys."
As Amy tried to leave, Zocre walked past Shirone as if ignoring her.
"Wait a minute. What you were talking about… … ."
Zokre stopped talking and turned his head. Shirone frowned while holding his shoulder.
"You say you don't like it."
"You, won't you let go of this hand? Even though the schools are different, I am your senior. A formal wizard."
"That is that, and this is this."
Zocre was taken aback by Shirone's cheeky appearance.
"I was very excited when people around me supported me despite my low status. you, aren't you? Amy and I have known each other since we were thirteen. It's none of your business."
"What does it matter when we met? If that's the case, we met when we were 12 years old. Don't keep bothering those who don't like it, please go."
"what? You met when you were twelve?"
Zocre was stunned by Shirone's lie.
Thanks to memorizing academic journals, I also knew about Shirone's past.
How could he meet Amy at the age of 12 when he had only been attending magic school for a year?
Moreover, the son of a mountaineer who is not even a noble.
"A surprisingly shameless guy. Do you think such a lie will work? Do you know what will happen if you get caught by a senior on this floor? Especially for a guy like you who has no place to stick around, just get out of here."
"I don't even want to enter a place where there are seniors who make petty threats."
"This bastard is real!"
Zocre lost his temper and raised his fist at the sight of Shirone attacking without losing a word.
But just as he was about to swing his fist, a snowball flew out of nowhere and crashed into the back of his head.
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Chapter - 328 - Battle Mage's Philosophy (2) 2.txt
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[328] Battle Mage's Philosophy (2)
"Aww!"
It was a solid snowball that made the bones ring. Furthermore, the place he was standing on was a slippery ice field.
Unable to keep his balance, Zocre fell forward.
The absurdity was short-lived, and anger welled up. What fearless human being would play such a prank?
"what! who is this!"
Zocre touched the back of his head and turned his head.
A gray-haired handsome boy was standing outside the skating rink throwing snowballs at him. Opposite him, in his hand, was an iced coffee, unsuitable for the cold weather.
"No matter how unpopular he is with women, it's okay if he touches a couple on a date."
Zocre narrowed his eyes at the familiar face.
Vivian murmured with a surprised expression.
"That child… … Dante right? Air servant Dante."
Dante entered the skating rink with his shoes on. As he spurred off the ice and slipped on one leg, Ludvans and Vivian unknowingly opened the way.
'oh my god. Are you really Dante?'
Vivian couldn't believe it when she saw it with her own eyes.
From the time she entered magic school, she was the idol of everyone who never missed the first place in the kingdom. Because she was such a Dante, when the news of her defeat by Shirone was published in an academic journal, all the students in the kingdom were shocked.
In his school days, Zocre also had a time when he scrapped Dante's articles and pasted them on his notebook to burn his determination.
But how long will you be bound by the memories of your student days?
Above all, being hit in the back of the head before even making a full statement was the humiliation of a lifetime.
"Hey, you… … ."
Dante ignored Zocre's words and approached Shirone.
"It's been a while, Shirone. Amy too."
Amy crossed her arms and glanced at him.
"What? Are you calling me by your senior name now?"
"haha! It's the same graduating class from next semester anyway."
Amy wasn't in a bad mood either.
At the time of the two thousand battle, he was treated like a senior, so his friendly attitude was rather awkward.
But Dante's personality was really cool, and it seemed that those memories had already been erased from his head.
In any case, it was true that even if you were a rival at school, the joy of meeting an alumni outside took precedence.
Shirone said with a smile.
"I see you in a place like this. What is it?"
"As you can see, I came to play. I travel every vacation. But Creas is the first. Someone recommended a winter festival."
"I see. did you come alone? Closer and Sabina?"
"They have special training as soon as they go on vacation. By now you should be realizing what hell is. After all, they are tired kids to hang out with."
When Dante shrugged, Shirone burst into laughter.
Even though I was having fun, I was wondering if it was okay to be like this. But when she saw Dante's laid-back side of her, it occurred to her that her own burdens were nothing.
'Dante, you're really amazing.'
Sometimes when I look back on the 2,000 battles, I am surprised that I beat Dante.
Aside from magic, he had a star quality. The power to draw people's attention was not something that could be obtained through hard work.
As expected from Baska, the capital city, he dressed well.
Wearing a blue coat, black skinny pants, and a purple muffler, he looked radiant without standing out.
In addition, he had a piercing in one ear. From the point of view of Shirone, who is unfamiliar with fashion, I couldn't help but be surprised.
But Zokre had a different idea.
Totally ignored.
Even in front of Amy's eyes. No, in front of Shirone, Amy's boyfriend.
The most upsetting thing was that the friendship between Shirone, Amy, and Dante seemed so radiant.
'Is this what geniuses play with geniuses? Putting them together like this really annoys me.'
Zokre took a deep breath and threw his words.
"Hey, Dante."
"huh?"
Dante bit into a straw and looked back. She seemed to completely forget what she had done a moment ago.
"If you hit someone, shouldn't you say you're sorry? Even to the wizard senior."
"senior? Who are you?"
"Zocre, a graduate of Eins Magic School. I mean, I'm not in a position to hear the voice of a promising player like you."
Dante blinked as he sucked on the straw.
The longer Dante's silence was, the more anxious Zocre was.
There's nothing to say even if it's disrespectful, but it's because I pictured in my head what he was thinking.
Of course, Eins Magic School was the alma mater that Zocre loved, and he had no shame in choosing to transfer.
But Dante was from the Royal Magic School.
The most prestigious in the kingdom.
Although he is currently attending Alpheas Magic School to avenge his defeat by Shirone, it is the same as it is also one of the top 5 prestigious schools.
Above all, since he was a former apprentice of Olivia, a certified second-class wizard, there was no way he could catch his eye.
"sorry. It's a name I've never heard of. And aren't you the one who flirted with the couple having fun?"
"this… … !"
Sparks flew in Zokre's eyes. The word "unheard of" stuck in his heart like a thorn.
In the minors, their names were well known, so even Ludvans and Vivian, who had some expectations, looked cold.
"Dante, don't be mistaken. Do you think you can do anything? Yes, I am a student. And he was defeated horribly by Shirone. Such Shirone is a genius. Even Amy, who was said to be a genius recognized by the world, is just a second student after all."
"It's very threaded."
Dante said without changing a single expression.
"That is the difference between you and us. We get published in academic journals, and you buy and read them."
Rather, Shirone's face became hot.
If he likes to kill, Dante ruthlessly tramples on his opponent's weaknesses.
It's cool if you're cool, but it was hell for the victim.
As expected, Zocre and his party's faces were distorted, and even blood could be seen in their eyes.
If it was intended to be a provocation, it would have worked, but I was worried because I knew it wasn't.
'Damn it! damn it! damn it!'
Zokre was about to die of anger. Why should I be treated like this?
In common sense, the position should be the opposite.
A person who succeeds in graduation is arrogant, and it is normal for them to look at themselves with jealousy and envy.
'joy! pitiful things! Do you think the school sign will live your life for you?'
Zocre glared at Shirone and the others, contemplating how to subdue them.
'huh? That… … .'
Then, he saw something shiny under Shirone's coat. Upon closer inspection, it was a sword.
'Why are you wearing a sword at the festival? No, you're a lower class than that, aren't you? Can I carry a weapon?'
Zokre pondered the reason. Then he realized something and burst into laughter.
"Puhahaha! It was, it was After all, you are the same."
When Zocre's personality suddenly changed, Dante quietly backed away as if frightened.
Either way, Zocre pointed at Shirone.
"Aren't you a guy who pretends to be confident but is full of qualifications? Seriously, would a lowly citizen wear a sword? Well, since my lover is the highest noble, he must have wanted to match the assortment."
Vivian looked over and gave a surprised expression.
"Oh, is it really? But isn't that illegal?"
"Of course it is illegal! Where is the heavenly citizen wearing his sword? Can you scream out loud about this?"
Zocre approached Shirone and opened the coat.
It was a serious crime for commoners to wear a sword anyway, so there was no hesitation in their hands.
As the button was ripped off, the coat opened, revealing Armand's silver scabbard worn around the waist.
"As expected, my prediction was correct. to be anxious. Do you think you can become a nobleman like this?"
Shirone's eyes grew cold.
"Back off. And pay for your coat."
Shirone desperately controlled her emotions. The inner monster that smelled the anger was about to come out again.
However, Zocre, who seized the victory, was busy talking about himself.
"Seeing that it has no decorations and is completely flimsy, it is obvious that it is cheap. Well, I don't know where to get an expensive sword… … ."
Zocre reached for the handle.
Since the length is short, the blade will not look good either. I was thinking of picking it up and repaying twice the humiliation I had suffered so far.
But the thought ended there.
Zokre's movements stopped when he heard the sound of rushing water. Then his arms slowly came up.
His pupils trembled in shock, and his skin, which felt the chill, raised fluff.
"This, this… … ."
Ludvans and Vivian's faces were stained with astonishment. Shirone's sword had been pulled out of its own accord and was digging deep under Zocre's chin.
"What, what? How did the sword… … ."
Shirone was frowning.
Not because he was mad at Zokre. If it was too late to control his emotions, Zokre's neck would already be rolling on the ice.
'I thought it was too complacent.'
Rated control is a great function, but the problem was that the synchronization was so perfect that it was affected by the actions of the demons in the first level of depth.
Shirone was a mage who trained her mind not to lose her cool in any situation. But that didn't mean there were no changes in emotions.
The anger that soared through the momentary gap forced Armand to come out of the scabbard.
This feeling of disappointment in herself angered Shirone.
Sensing his master's anger, Armand trembled, and the cry of the sword was heard through Zocre's eardrum.
Zocre gritted his teeth and glared at Shirone.
"you… … !"
"This is your final warning. just go back I won't stand it if you're being rude one more time."
Under the pressure of death, Zokre's legs slid back and forth on the ice as if their strength had waned.
At this rate, he would lose his balance and collapse. Then Ludvans came and supported Zocre's back.
"Let's go back. We are full wizards. If we have an accident here, we will be the ones to lose."
It was meant to cheer up Zocre, but realistically it was the right thing to say.
"joy! Cheeky children! Let's see how well it goes."
Zocre cursed until the end.
However, it just felt rather shabby because Ludvans was pulling and dragging the back belt.
It was only after Zocre and the others left the skating rink that Shirone stabbed Armand in the scabbard.
"Yaya, no matter how angry you are, if you swing a knife, you will use it."
Shirone's eyes widened at Dante's words.
"You are laughing! It's all because of you! Of course, he did such a provocation! What about my coat! You make up for it!"
"It's like a button, you just have to put it back on. What's the sword you're wearing anyway? Is that magic too?"
Amy looked around and said.
"Don't do that, let's move for now. people are staring Maybe the guards will come."
I still don't know that Shirone is a commoner, so I think it's an incident, but if the guards are dispatched to investigate, things will become more complicated.
"Then, shall we go to a cafe and have a cup of coffee? Of course, I helped you, so let's assume you guys live."
"Do you buy me coffee because something is pretty? And aren't you drinking coffee right now?"
"This is iced coffee. So let's go get something warm."
"you… … Are you a coffee addict?"
Dante raised an iced coffee and winked one eye.
"no. I am a coffee maniac."
* * *
Shirone's party found a cafe called 'Cozy Teahouse' in the shopping district and entered it.
As the warmth spread, his cheeks turned red.
Shirone, who trembled as if shaking off the chill clinging to her clothes, sat down at the table and took out her sewing kit.
Dante received the menu.
"When you come on a trip, you have to order special products. Let's see, Ice Queen's hot coffee? Isn't this a bit of a strange name?"
Amy waved her hand in annoyance.
"The strange thing is pass. I just want some orange juice."
"okay? Then I'm Ice Queen's hot coffee. Shirone, what are you going to drink?"
Shirone said, concentrating on buttoning up.
"I like hot cocoa."