After taking a long time to take off her jacket, Schneidal noticed that the white-haired woman's breasts seemed to be more pronounced.

　For a commoner, there was an air of elegance about her.

　He is not lacking in women, but he admires the gesture.



　He has a good hand on his belt. His cronies, men and women alike, gasp for air, and an incendiary metallic clank is plastered to my ears.



　The trousers fell down, but the shirt was too long and draped over the thighs.

　The buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, starting from the bottom. The faltering movement became slower and slower, while Schneidal's frustration increased.



"What's the matter, your hands are shaking! If you want, I can have them help you.



　One of the cronies, a large man, smiles a sneering smile.



"...... No, thank you."



　The woman replied stoutly, unbuttoning the buttons to the middle and this time putting her finger on the top button. One by one, the buttons came undone.

　Her ample cleavage was exposed, and just as the last button was about to be undone.



"Huh?



　Suddenly, Schneidal's vision turned black.



"What?



　The woman in his group who was treating him screamed, and then her voice was cut off.



"Hey, what's going on?　Get the lights on."



　No one responded to his frustration.

　Unable to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he stood up and looked around.



"Hmm?"



　Schneidal turned around and noticed something strange.



　There was a chair.



　The chair he had been sitting in. He could confirm its existence. He lifts his left hand. He could see it, too. If he lowered his eyes, he could see his clothes, too.

　But everything else was completely black.



　It was not as if the lights had gone out and it was dark. Literally everything around me turned black. On the contrary, it was strange that I could see even though there was no light.



"What's going on?　Hey, somebody. Is anybody there!"



　The boundaries of what is not darkness are blurred. I reached out my hand and walked to where the white-haired woman had just been, but I was blocked by a wall. A pitch black wall.



"What the hell is going on here ......?　Shit."



　I flattened the wall and slammed my fist against it.



　Nuh-uh.

"Hi!"



　A pitch-black head popped out of the wall, and Schneidal jumped back.

　A man appears, all black, blending in with the black of the background.



"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It took me a while to get there. I told him to get dressed and he started asking me questions like and . He doesn't know his place."



　It is a lightness of touch that is not appropriate in this unusual situation. The voices sounded like a series of overlapping ones, and it was unpleasant.



"Oops. I forgot to change modes. Oh, my God. ...... sorry for the wait."



Who the hell are you?



"I am Schwarzer Krieger, hero of the shadows and enforcer of dark justice, also known as Shiva."



"Oh, you son of a b*tc*. ....... How did you get into this room?　I suppose you know me as Schneidal, the next head of the Marquise of Hafen."



　Schneidal chants a small, quick chant while enduring the pain in his right shoulder.



"You're late. We were already prepared when we caught you in this cage. I will not let you attack or defend now.



　What are you saying?　I continued chanting while questioning, "What's the point of this?



"--Goh!"



　A strong pain shot through my right shoulder. As I try to hold my shoulder, I realize what the man has said.



"What is this, ......?"



　But it did not help me to understand the situation.

　There is a clear stone-like object stuck to his right shoulder. In front and behind, something the size of a fist. They were crushing the wound on my right shoulder.



　The man held up three fingers.



"Three for your sins, I bring you to justice..."



"Answer my question!　What the hell is this?　What are you--Gooooooooooooooooooo!!!"



　Schneidal rolls over as his right shoulder is shoved back and forth.



"Look, I'm in the middle of a conversation, right?　Let's hear it out. And I'm not going to answer your question."



　Something like a stone is loosened. But the pain was so intense that he could not even chant, and there was no way for him to fight back.



"All right, I'll get myself together and continue. Your first crime is that you caused a commotion by unreasonably accusing an underclassman. What the hell is going on at that school?　Is it a lawless place where they have magic fights and stuff?"






　For now, we should wait for the pain to subside and see if there is an opening for our opponent.



"...... It is permitted for upperclassmen to "mentor" the underclassmen. I am the next head of the Hafen family. I am also the vice president of the student council. That's as much as I'm allowed to do."



　It was a lie.

　Magical warfare between students is forbidden on and off campus. But it depends on how it's done. Political power can be used to deal with the aftermath. Until now.



"That's why I don't like nobles. I won't allow it. We have to make school life safe and secure."



　The man no longer hides his true self, fingers crossed.



"And the second thing is about the duel. Secondly, the duel... It's too dirty to bring the nobility's honor to a public execution of a weak new student when it should have been a draw under the circumstances. This is also no good. It's public order and morals that are guilty.



"Nonsense, that's a perfectly reasonable thing to do to protect the pride of the nobility..."



"So now I'm the judge. My standards, okay?　If I say no, it's no good."



You can't be that arrogant!



"You're doing the same thing, aren't you?　It's not cool to complain when your position changes, is it?"



"Gu...... your ......"



　I almost swallowed my rebuttal. Now was the time to be patient rather than upset the man.



"And thirdly, and this is rather incidental, s*xual harassment is not good. How can you tell a girl to dance naked? Aren't you ashamed of it?"



"Are you connected to that woman?"



"No, I don't know. I don't even know his name.



　Schneidal wondered about that now that he thought about it.



　In most cases, those who are able to enter Grunfeldt Academy of Advanced Magic as commoners are quite talented. And they also have exceptional looks and unusual personalities.

　Was it because he was just barely making the grade that he hadn't heard of it?



"So, for these three sins, I'm going to have to put that <> on you for a while. If you try to remove it or treat it, it will immediately start to come off, so be careful. Oh, I can at least stop the bleeding, so don't worry about that.



"What, you mean ......?"



"Oh, yeah, yeah. You're gurgling when you try to use magic yourself. You can't duel with that, can you?　Take it down while you still can. You'll be ashamed of yourself."



　Schneidal is often absentminded. He ruminates the man's words over and over in his brain and bursts into laughter.



Ha-ha-ha. That's stupid. I don't know what kind of magic you are using, but do you think you have the magical power to sustain it for several days?



　Even the simplest warding magic will run out of power after a day of use. A large scale ward like the one that protects the palace can only be maintained by dozens of people working in shifts.



"If you think I'm lying, you can try again tomorrow morning. You'll stay in place until I untie you."



　I didn't hear the word "lie" in his voice.

　The words of the man who had confidently told me that he could manipulate magic like I had never seen or heard before were stuck in my head.



　But...



（I don't accept it. I will never admit it!)



　The humiliation of having a wizard's magic blocked.

　It was unbearable to be bowed down to by a man of unknown origin, without knowing why.



　No, he is not completely sealed off from magic.

　The man did not say that he would not be able to use it.



　Pain is something to be endured and resisted.

　Then Schneidal began to chant in a whisper.



"Gyahhhhhh!　Ida, ida, ida, ida, ida, ida!"



　Intense pain shot through his right shoulder and ran through his entire body. Schneidal rolled around on the floor.



"What the hell are you doing after I told you? Well, now you know, don't you?　You're going to be quiet for a while. I'll disarm you when you're properly remorseful."



　With these words, the man disappeared into the black wall from which he had emerged.



　

　In the midst of the black world, Schneidal lies.

　The next head of a great noble family, the vice-president of the best magic school in the country, was lying on the floor, dripping bodily fluids.

　How ugly. So disheveled.

　I can't let anyone see me like this. Being alone in the black world was even comforting to me now.



　But then...



　How much time has passed?

　Five minutes, an hour, maybe not even a minute.



　And then the black world vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.



"Mr. Schneidal!

"Be careful!"

What happened?

"You look so sad ......"

We need to get you to the hospital now. Come on!



　Oh, I've exposed myself in a way I don't want anyone to see. But the black man was gone, and so was the white-haired woman.



　My cronies pick me up.

　One of them noticed something wrong with Schneiderl's lower body.






"Wet?"

"Yeah, could this be ......?"

"Are you shitting yourself, ......?"

"Master Schneiderl is ......."



　In the awkward atmosphere, the healer put her hand on his right shoulder. After chanting, the palm of her hand glowed slightly.



"Gigglyaaaaaah!　No, stop!　Stop the treatment immediately, ohhhh!"



　He pushes the woman away and crawls on the floor with his crotch wet.



　The cronies are bewildered at the sight of the wretched thing, but someone lets out a dry laugh.



"Hey, you, stop it!"

"You're being rude!"

"Because, you know, ......."



　The whispering voices make me feel even more miserable.



(What an abomination. ......)



　No longer even angry, Schneidal's consciousness sank into the depths of darkness.