Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

There was a newly built experimental building separate from the school building where the teachers' laboratories were located. One of those rooms, no matter what, is a few times the size of the teachers' rooms. It's more of a one-floor. The faculty look is not good because it is one of the freshmen who was sent there.

All students enrolled in the college are allowed to enter the dormitory without exception. It is a measure to accommodate within itself the scandals that will always be possible, beyond the fact that the operating mother is a country. Magic tends to be the embodiment of selfish ideas for immature new American magicians. Even trivial troubles are rare and catastrophic. If that were to extend to the general public, the policy of the magician training agency would have to be reformed as well as as as a country. That would also lead to a decline in national power.

"All of the equipment is state-of-the-art, and they let me into the academy, but I can't complain about that."

The college graduate destination, which means he gets into military service in an escalator ceremony, but he won't end up escaping the military because he was put in there.

I was raised as a magician since I was a child and I still felt free.

I pushed a handful of luggage into the bedroom and immediately fished the bookcase. All books are housed there, as I had ordered. Something far from magical basics, etc., not an application. It's an old book. I'm trying to learn from my earlier teachings. It's also all about the aesthetics on the desk that are not to be looked at, and the magical possibilities are branched into various forms. There are numerous possibilities for any absurdity and the information obtained from it. I believe that such bizarre ideas are the ones that lead to magical progress.

All you have to do is use the library in the college for what isn't enough research. If you were to study magic, there would be no better place than here.

Every book that rolls apart is precious. It can't be normal to have all this stuff for individuals. But Ars has submitted several papers, research results, and has played both a role and a role in the advancement of magic. I could have expected a satisfactory life, as the Governor said.

Inform him of his visit there. A few knocks.

"Go ahead."

When I say that, a woman dressed like that goes in with a grin that doesn't make her feel like an external flavor. Eye-catching beauty. In addition to that, the curvature of the streamlined body exudes adult colorful incense.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Sisty Nexofia and I am the president of the board. Nice to meet you, Mr. Ars."

A celebrity with a witch alias. You should have already left active duty, but the magic that leaks out of your surroundings is still pregnant with killer that doesn't make you feel faded.

"I know, Lord Sisty the Witch. I'm Ars Regin. I was hoping to say hello as soon as I cleaned up."

Enough to leave active duty. The president of the board is never supposed to be young, but he only looks in his mid twenties no matter how he sees it, also because President Sisty is still called a witch. The glossy brown hair falls as it gracefully waves down to her waist. I can tell from the top of my clothes that there is no tangle between my real age and my appearance, my hips bracketed on an accentuating, tense chest.

The president won't move. Let Ars raise the edge of his mouth and he'll erase the magic.

"That's a single magician. Wouldn't it work like this? And now I'm the president of the board."

"Excuse me. And you say strange things. The president was supposed to be single in his active life."

"It was a long time ago. That was ninth, too, because the single was only for a while."

The smiling president scratched his cheek with humility, but there would be nothing in Alpha that didn't know her first. During her active years she was guarding Alpha at the head, so even inside the army, with a wide face, she was naturally promoted to the chairman of the Second Magic Academy after her discharge, producing many outstanding backwards moves.

"Is that better than that, I'm supposed to be in the middle of an admissions ceremony right now"

"My turn is over."

I don't know about the board president leaving on his way to the admissions ceremony, but Ars didn't particularly pinch his mouth that it was a topic of no interest.

Former single, that's just what students yearn for. You must have caught a concentrated fire in your gaze.

Even the wrinkle-free face could see fatigue. I don't know, it's even rough. Maybe I'm waiting for some kind of hard-working word, but this kind of arrangement is something I won't shy away from next time if I turn my mind around that I don't need to hang out with.

Relatively naturally Ars decides not to have seen it, but this one feels undeniably already too late here.

"If that's what you mean, Ars, are you also absent from the entrance ceremony?"

A mild tone that decides you didn't do something.

"I'm not going to go to class like any other student because I just want to advance my research, and I don't have time to get involved in friendly relationships."

"You shouldn't do that. The Governor has asked me to reinstate him as soon as I fail in my studies."

"-!! What a tyrannical twist"

The president laughs with a glossy hand in his mouth.

It's supposed to be Ars' freedom to quit, but Ars knows exactly how much he can contribute to humanity. The Governor's idea that discharge is inadmissible is reasonable and natural.

So you said you compromised.

Not to say that it was fun and strange, but the desire to spend the rest of his life slowly came in early as he had been working.

"Don't worry. Classes can only be completed by completing minimal attendance and reporting assignments, so that Als, your rank, is kept secret to prevent futile confusion."

An order that is proof of the magician's power… Among them, the magician's personal information, called a single, is ostensibly considered secret. So it's no different than it's ever been, no matter what the deal is to keep quiet.

"I don't have a hobby to brag about. There's no trouble. I've never been there before."

"Heh heh... right. Then let's have a meaningful student life."

The president smiled and said, "Come to the president's office whenever you need anything," and left the room behind.

Indoors there is an air of insecurity about idleness and ahead. It would be force majeure to inadvertently sigh.

"My time..."

♢ ♢ ♢

Approximately four hundred freshmen will receive lectures tailored to their respective subjects. Classes are also divided, but meeting together is limited to practical skills such as simulation training.

Today, the third week from the start of the class, Ars went to class for the first time. There's not a single subject I'm interested in, and I've been caged in a lab all my life.

Was it last week when I thought it was time to start getting out or I would be running out of days to attend?

Sleeve through the uniform since the absent entrance ceremony. There's nothing wrong with wearing it all the time. It's just enough to roar with the state. The design is not. It's not that it's comfortable, it's just that the material was good. It contains far more anti-magic fiber than the work clothes I wore when I went on duty. There is no precipitation in the inner magic conductivity. Maybe if I did bad, I'd be better than what I was wearing at work.

I don't have to wonder about that.

It took me a while to get to the classroom for a year.

This is a day with lots of practical skills such as simulation training. The first limit was magic fundamentals. There is no need to learn the basics now for Ars. Since the age of six, he has been educated in various talents in the military, and has dramatically evolved magic in further self-study. Mostly in terms of lethality, though.

Stepping into the classroom, we were already able to make friends in the class. It's 10 classes of 40 people per class. There are magic topics such as the content of yesterday's lecture that are still before class.

Ars appropriately sat in the back seat and began reading thick books.

Surprising glances gather at the first classmates I see, but Ars doesn't care. Because we're not going to get used to each other from the start.

A chestnut-haired female student approached Ars in a gentle motion there.

"Good morning. My name is Alice Tilake. You were Mr. Ars."

"... um, ah"

The gavel after a beat of delay, not realizing that his voice hung on him, Als' gaze remains following the letter of the book.

Though I dig up my memory that there was face-to-face knowledge of the statement that it was, it didn't come out right away, so I return consciousness to the book again.

How he received that reaction. Alice changed the subject to shake off her disappointment.

"Were you also ill, either way you were able to return and most importantly"

"No, it's just a retreat. I didn't seem to have a proper lecture, so I need to focus on going somewhere more than that."

…… I'm sorry. "

Words that could not be dressed in the teeth were accompanied by sounds as if they were so genuine. Instantly I let myself down and bow my head. Turning his heel back as it was, a further rough voice was emitted from the opposite seat.

"What the hell are you doing!!

A glossy red-haired female student rises up with such momentum that the rattling chair falls.

In an instant the class became noisy and the gaze concentrated on the two of us. It was the ladylike female student who rocked her glossy red hair who dew her anger. It was elegant to see, and a vicious gaze that looked down from above pierced Ars. Though it lacks awesomeness because it is just a little short of height.

"Something...?

"It's not something. Alice raised her voice out of concern, but she didn't have that attitude."

Ars toured and made the decision that things would be troublesome in his brain. I'm not going to get used to each other, but I'm going to waste a limited amount of time if it gets messy and I can't have my own time.

He rose out of his chair and turned to Alice, who alternately saw Ars and the female students staring at him with an amazing sword screen.

"I'm sorry. Just don't worry about me."

"What! I'm the one suddenly sorry"

"Alice doesn't have to apologize!

As soon as Ars heard the response, he took a seat and began reading the book.

"I'm Tesfir Favel."

…………

Ars poisoned his heart that it was troublesome. This is on the arrow tip like 'Never mind' to her now.

The female student, who saw no reply and raised her blues, forcefully snatched the book away as she approached slightly before Ars.

It sucked. I feel cut off from my concentration.

Ars was the type I hated the most. I want to push myself through and force others.

"It's Tesfir Favel!

"Can I have my book back?"

"I, the nobleman, named it on purpose. It's not polite of you to call me that either."

"You push courtesy with nobility, that's a lot of tyranny."

――――

The book I took away flied up to Ars nearby.

Grabbing it with one hand without difficulty.

"Thank you. My name is Ars Regin. I'm not interested in you, so why don't you go somewhere?"

"Hey, I'm not interested!? Tyranny? You rambled at me. I've never been so humiliated."

Tesfir was even more angry with Ars, who named him all thanks, but the chime of initiation rang out, each returning to his seat before it stopped ringing, as it had attempted to calm his surroundings.

Tesfir was reluctant to forgive Alice, but when she got to her seat, she gave Ars a glimpse.

Als, who became a book bug with a cool face, wasn't even in the corner of his head anymore, such as about Tesphere.

The first faculty opened the textbook on the tabletop.

Ars hasn't brought any textbooks. It is only this one book that I have brought as a matter of course. Open it immediately and start studying for yourself.

It's boring for Ars. The content of the lecture is preliminary, and even if listened to naturally, it is only hearing impairment.

With that said, I buy discomfort from around me, and I get further away from my peaceful college life. The act of disturbing a group is recognised as a disturbing molecule and will be subject to unwanted motivation.

I bounded between my world like a plug on my ear, but I still seem to have to endure anything that sounds leaky.

"You guys are supposed to be licensed as magicians at the same time as enrollment. This is given in common to magicians who work for the nation, but through magic...... this is how you see the most important ranking as a magician. This ranks the combat abilities of individuals as calculated by their magical strengths and weaknesses and individual abilities."

Faculty can magic the license in their hands. It was then shown in 3D drawing a unique light of magic, where it was labeled 778/119550.

However, because faculty are not military, the display color of rank is different from that of students. That is proof that he is a "former" magician displayed after the return of rank.

I mean, a history of being a magician.

It should also be noted that students can be distinguished as magician apprentices by the fact that they are State-owned and directly under military jurisdiction.

"Of course, it always fluctuates according to the results of your training and assignments, so that you can improve your ranks every day."

All magician ranks depend on this rank. That's why future widths can depend on ranking. In other words, ranking is the transcript and status. Fighting is not the only magician. A triple-digit magician like this teacher can also go down the faculty path. Conversely, the lower the ranking, the lower the salary, the harder it is to get an important post.

The teacher's triple digit (triple) is stunning throughout the class. It's just evidence that he's discharged from the military, so this is like his personal data. I guess it will be in brackets: ex-military, ex-magic.

I can also snort to show off proudly forever.

Plus there was a place where everyone in the class went out of their way to show their ranking with one hand on their license.

"8867th!!

"4521st!!

The surroundings raised their voices to the fact that six or five digits were among the natural freshmen.

"Alice and Tesphere are the four digits!!

"Alice, you're talented. Tesfir, you sure are the Favel family's... 4521st, I see, and you're convinced of that ranking."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"But don't be pessimistic because your ranking is in the entrance exam, because it's six digits. Depending on your future efforts, you can also improve your ranking."

Faculty who moved their gaze to look over stopped at one point and looked suspiciously at Ars.

"Hmm? What happened to your license there?"

It is also natural for Ars, who is doing something else alone, to have a point.

Students entering the School of Magic are new American magicians whose human survival hangs on their shoulders. Not everyone can be a proud magician. So they knocked on the gate. They're just uplifting honors students.

It is also inevitable that some students would stand out if they were silently reading a book without listening to a class like that.

The gaze during the class was directed towards Ars.

"Excuse me. I lost it"

Of course it's true. The license is also a replacement for the purse when I bought it, but I didn't mind if I had to. Because if you have anything you need, you can apply and most of it will come from the military.

The president has told me which way to hide it. You don't have to worry about ranking because you came to college with the intention of spending the rest of your life if you try from Ars.

"Anyway, you're embarrassed to be seen. It's not embarrassing if it's six digits."

Tesfir uttered with a laugh with his nose and a voice that included a blatant scorn.

As inspired, classmates look down on Ars with a contemptuous gaze as well. This is also what it means to have a friendship. It's obvious which way to go unless you have special feelings for the stranger or the familiar.

Not to mention it wouldn't even be interesting if there were a lot of good students out there who were not serious and fully open.

"Don't go down."

"Losing? If I regret it, I'll show it to you.

That's all you'll get for a dangerous assignment if you rank high. I guess we can't fundamentally understand each other with them who all believe that it's there for their existence as magicians, etc. The new American magicians here have never seen demons or warcraft walking in the outside world. Whoever goes out and dies, whether he's capable of fighting or not, dies. That's all.

"Huh."

"Hey - you!

Finally, I can't concentrate. It's easy and good because it doesn't matter if you just deal with a teacher, and it doesn't mean you can't go ahead with classes for one person, but this student named Tesfir is the nature (s) that bite you every time. Ars closed the book with Patan and took a seat and left the classroom.

With a winning face, Tesfir turned to the faculty.

"Doctor, it's an obstacle to class if you were on an unmotivated fall. Proceed."

I did not return to the lab, but headed straight to the library. The library in the same building as the classroom is a short distance away in time for the second class.

As expected, a vast pile of books are filled as far as they can see. All of this is a book about magic. Nothing extra. It's just a pile of treasure if you look from Ars.

Of course, I'm afraid most books aren't going to help. I guess even so many books are already full of knowledge in Ars, but I'm looking forward to finding the supreme delicacies out of them. That's what I'm talking about.

It was a great place to get rid of frustration in the classroom.

but in the end I couldn't find a delicacy. In no time, time passed. A chime announcing the end of the first limit sounded merciless.

"Will you come back?"

After the library with a blur while I was lacking.