Though Young People Recoil From Entering the Black Magic Industry, I Found Its Treatment of Employee

After that, Arienol sold me a fight a few times.

On the second day, an extremely tall old woman lecturer, who looks like a five-year-old or so, concludes his lecture by saying, "We're going to do a mini-test. Heh heh heh heh". It sounded like a magic experiment or something, but it's usually a sitting and written exam.

"Okay! It's Franz! It's a battle between this Arienol and which one has extensive and far-reaching knowledge!

"Oh yeah, let's try each other..."

I'll deal with this one with my tame mouth just now.

I won that fight normally, too.

I'm 95 points.

Arienol 75 points.

"You, why are you so familiar with it!?

"No, I'm hearing a lot of preliminary knowledge, so I just solved it without difficulty...?

Serria, not a trainee, glanced at Arienol's incorrect spot.

"This problem is a good one. There are a lot of things I can't solve without really understanding the basics. If you grasp it halfway through just knowledge, you can't apply it and it's wrong. Mr. Arienol, let's make sure you remember."

"Ugh, shut up! Franz's use. Don't tell me the devil looks great!

At that time Rimlik, the blue crow, the demon of Arienol, said, "Ahoy, ahoy".

"Hey! You don't ring at that time either!

Rimlik turned his butt and looked familiar.

This is also licked by the demon...

The second afternoon, for some reason, was a sport.

It seems to be part of the recreation. Well, in a way, it might seem like training when it comes to it.

I was to draw a line to the ground and play a game where I would meet a ball of Pekopeko with a big palm.

Make sure you have one bounce on your position and put it in your opponent's position. It's a very simple rule that if you're a no-bound on your position or stick out of the frame of your opponent's position, you're out. They call it racquetless tennis.

Needless to say, Arienol has set up a battle.

"Franz, now it's time for me to win! Anyway, I'm good enough to have been told by my parents that I might be a tennis player in the future!

"I also don't think this has much to do with my tennis skills..."

Nevertheless, it is a common construct that a guy who can't study is good at sports, or perhaps surprisingly strong. Let's not lick it from the start.

"Fuck you! Low bounce smash!

Stand firm, momentum is good, Arienol does not wave his right hand.

And that hand cuts the sky.

Clearly emptied!

And I ripped it off.

"Uh-oh! There he is!

I looked away softly. Because I could see my pants.

"You have quite the qualities, that one, to hold onto classical things exactly. And that's pretty colorful underwear. I also use good fabrics. It's hard to get that black color out."

Serlia's focus, there it is...

"I can't believe you're degrading me again..."

"You just can't interpret that! Self-destruct!"

After that, I didn't attack him in particular, but Arienol repeatedly made a mistake and destroyed himself.

If it's a low-level battle, there are more mistakes to lose... If you're returning them to enemy positions for now, they'll make mistakes one of these days...

The instructor's Lizardman wizard said the end, "It's better to recover the ball and go home if you lose".

At the shoulder, Arienol tries to pick up the flying ball.

"Um... shall I help you...?

Arienol's face turned around was half crying.

"No! I'm a proud Carlisle family in the Morco Forest! I won't take that pity!

Also, a crow named Rimlik, which was stopped in a tree, rang "Ahoy, ahoy".

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"Nothing, I'm not supposed to be doing anything wrong, but I feel sorry for you"

In my free time at night, I was falling asleep in my room bed.

Mary is coming to the room as well as Celia. Getting together in a room I know might be a school trip tick.

"Was it Arienol? Franz is a pain in the ass, but you're involved. I've been observing it lightly, but it's not gonna work."

I'm sitting on my bed. Mary relentlessly said so. Nevertheless, is it more correct to say objective evaluation than to say otherwise?

Though, they're teasing me. As far as I'm concerned.

"Hey, that kid, why are you burning up against me? My parents are not wizards or anything, so there's no way I've ever been so sure in my parents' generation."

For some reason Serlia smiled uncomfortably.

"Ahhh, I guess Franz hasn't noticed the natural, but he's using a sacubus called Celia as a demon in a rookie training setting, which is a huge thing. It's like saying," I'm one hopeful rookie every fifty years. "

"What!? Is that it!?

I didn't really understand the common sense of the black magic industry. Anyway, the company seniors are too awesome. Compared to Senior Farfistagna, I just don't think so yet.

"Right...... Normally, if you try to make a contract with Sacubas for a user demon, it might be difficult not to work for twenty-five years...... Naturally, there are personal differences, so I would deviate..."

Serlia's explanation, which is a sacubus, would be highly plausible.

"So, me, you were provoking her all over before you knew her... Did I do something wrong..."

"It's not a bad thing. Because with the demon, as a black wizard, it's very natural. So it would be weirder to care and hide it."

That's what Serria told me right away. That's a good story. By and large, I never had a choice not to bring Celia here.

"In conclusion, this is a child's problem called Arienol. She was twice as high in pride. There were no other black wizards to compare in the country, so I came all the way here because I believed in myself as a great guy. And it hurts because of its pride. That's all there is to it."

"I know. I know... but I'd rather get along than hate you anyway"

If you say that in front of Arienol himself, you probably won't get along for the rest of your life, but that's what I mean.

"'Cause newbie training also means making lateral connections in your fellow sync, doesn't it? Because it's not good to keep treating enemies like this. I want to be close enough to share information."

For some reason Celia and Mary were looking at each other.

"Your husband is positive everywhere, isn't he? He's like a saint."

Serlia follows me around a little bit.

"Totally. You're the ideal rookie for the company."

Mary has also stroked my head with a bump.

I don't know, but he's impressed...