Dueling is an anachronism. Is it because I still feel like a modern Japanese?



　On the day of the entrance ceremony, I received an emergency message from my copy and rushed to my dorm room to find an exhausted copy of myself.



　I searched my memory while putting back the beautiful girl figure, and found that I had been listening to the solicitation and bragging about the little glasses for three hours straight.

　Thank you very much for your hard work. You did a great job. Take a good rest now.



　Just after I confirmed the trouble with the upperclassmen, I went to the front entrance of the dormitory to see if there was a woman who came to visit me.



"- For these reasons, Mr. Schneiderl Hafen challenges Hart Sempis to a duel. Two evenings later, you are to go to the arena of the institute. I would like to hear your answer."



　A freckled, charming female senior student announced nervously. She was one of the nobleman's cronies whom the copy had run into.



"I don't want to."



"What?　Are you refusing to accept a formal request for a duel, according to the protocol of nobility?



"I don't know about that, but I'm willing to go around saying that you ran away with your tail between your legs."



　The more my reputation is damaged, the sooner I must be expelled. I wish they would have done that.



"You know, if you refuse a formal request for a duel without a valid reason, it can't be about you personally, can it?　Are you willing to bring a stigma to your father, Lord Semphis?"



　Oh, that's how the system works?

　I don't like that.

　I don't care what they say about me, but I didn't want to get you in trouble.



I'm weak by nature and can't stand magical combat.



Then drop out now. How can you endure five years with such a fragile body?



"I'd like to do that, too."



"What?"



"Well, ...... my grandmother's will was very clear that I was not to accept a duel, and I didn't."



　He gave me a hard look, so I changed course.



"Stop screwing around!"



"Well, I'll take it anyway. Please go easy on me so I don't die.



"...... I don't think so, but you're not going to lose on purpose, are you?　Try that, and you'll be stigmatized even more than if you refused to fight a duel, and the Zenfis family will be painted with a stigma."



　Seriously, .......



"Well, if you're going to accept the offer, you'd better give it your best shot. Schneidal would want you to do so.



　The senior student turned on his heel and left, leaving behind such words as a souvenir.



　Now, we were in trouble.

　I don't blame the copyist at all. The fault, as things stand, lies with that nobleman Schneidal, the one with the white-haired ponytail who can't read the air any better than I can.



　And as for the pony girl?



　I glanced to the side and saw her half peeking out from her hiding behind a plant.



　If she doesn't call out to me, I can ignore her.　

　I pretend not to notice and go back to my room.



　



　Well, a duel. A duel.

　Now that I've been accepted, I have no choice but to do it, even if it's just a verbal agreement. But I'm not sure how I'll handle it.



　First of all, I don't know if I can win.

　After all, we're up against the elites. And since he is the vice president, he must be very strong.

　However, the magic that the nobleman casted with the intention of killing him did no damage at all to the copy. I had put up a defensive ward to withstand my attack, but I guess she is not an attacker, but a defensive type.



　If neither of us can get through, then a mud-slinging match is inevitable.



　I'm in a situation where I can't win.

　If I make the mistake of winning against the elites in the public eye, I will be expelled from the school after being declared a dropout.



　I have to defeat them in a bad way like a dropout so that I don't get hurt. It's hard work.



　I'll just have to gather some information.

　We should find out the magic level and attributes of Schneiderl's certain someone and plan our countermeasures.



　Of course I'll take care of it.

　I've already put a tracking ward on the errand girl.



　I made a watchtower and connected it to the tracker. The surveillance wards fly through the wall.



　The monitor shows the back view of the errand girl. But, what?　There is another person talking to her.



　A beautiful girl in a white ponytail, dressed as a man. It was that airhead. What are you doing?



　The two walk off together before the surveillance wards pick up their voices. Could it be that they are now friends?　My suspicions remained unanswered as the two of them boarded a carriage at the main gate of the institute and remained silent throughout the ride.



　



　Apparently, the nobleman lives in the house of a marquis in the center of the capital. My father has another house nearby, but I'm going to leave school soon, so I'm staying in a dormitory instead of staying there.



　The pony girl and the errand girl went inside and were shown into a large room.



　Schneidal is sitting in a luxurious chair. Schneidal is sitting in a luxurious chair, surrounded by his followers, even though it is late at night. A woman sitting by his side had her hand on his right shoulder and was concentrating on something. What is she doing?



　An errand girl overheard Schneidal.

　He glared at the pony girl.



"Stop fighting duels, will you?






"Yes. I'm the cause of all this. I decided it wasn't appropriate to involve him any further. Besides, from the looks of it, you've been hurt pretty bad. You'll recover in a couple of days, but it's obvious that you're not as good as he is.



"Shut up!　You were there and you didn't notice?"



"?　What do you mean, you didn't notice?



There was another third party in the room besides you and him, who was in league with him.



　Oh, I didn't know that. Some people are very special. But it's weird to be unidentified. I'll give a copy of the wards to detect them from now on.

　But you're hurt, aren't you? The lady who serves you is treating you. I see. Wounded...huh?



"I don't think there was any third party intervention. I think you were injured by an attack from a strange weapon in his hand. I can't say for sure because it only happened for a moment."



　Hmm?　Was the copy of the attack a hit?　Let me get this straight.

　The pony girl looked puzzled, but immediately turned her attention to Schneidal.



"In any case, it's not right to duel with him. Can't you just drop it?"



"You're a jerk. Did he ask you to come here to beg for your life?



No, he's been avoiding me, and I haven't had a chance to talk to him since then.



"Well, I don't know. I don't know. I don't think you know how to ask a nobleman for a favor in the first place. You don't even get down on your knees."



　He smiled crookedly and his cronies chuckled. But then...



"I see. I apologize for my naivete."



　Without hesitation, the pony girl kneeled down and rubbed her forehead on the floor.



"That's right. I want you to withdraw your application for a duel."



"...... is boring. If you don't feel a shred of shame, there's no point in getting down on your knees. Did you think that would make me feel better, you fool!　Gu ......"



　The wound must have hurt when she screamed, because Schneidal's face contorted as he rebuked the healer.



"Concentrate more, you fool!"



"I'm sorry, sir."



　He's a picture-perfect bum, this guy.

　Meanwhile, the pony girl stands up. She's still looking embarrassed.



"I apologize for my rudeness. So what can I do to make you less angry?"



"Well, ....... Yeah, you can dance naked for all I care."



　It sounds like a random thought, but it gets the men around him all excited.



"That's ...... a little too much for me."



　Apparently, there is such a thing as shame. She's kind of an indifferent woman, so that's a little surprising.

　Schneidal smiled at me.



"If it's good enough, I'll consider it, okay?"



　After enjoying the naked dance, I thought about it, but decided against it! >>You're just trying to make me look good, aren't you?



　Well, I don't care if the pony girl humiliates herself.

　I've got a better idea.



"...... Okay. If it makes you feel better."



　The pony girl has her hand on the button of her jacket. She is still hesitant, and her hands are shaking at this moment.

　I turn off the monitor and stand up.



　I put on a black outfit.

　I transform into , aka , hero of the shadows and enforcer of justice in the darkness. That's a long story.



　Well, in short, it is what it is.

　Now that I've been accepted into the duel, I have to do it.



　But if they can't duel (・・・・・・・・).



　The duel itself will cease to exist.