The copy(me) went on strike.



　From the first day of admission, there were a lot of unfavorable events.

　The decisive event was the kidnapping and confinement of the little Dr. Megane. After being forced to listen to his story for 3 hours, of course, it was a traumatic experience.

　Yeah, I'm going on strike. I'd do it too. Oh, that was me. Then it can't be helped.



　But withdrawing from school would've been too much trouble for my dad.

　Me and the photocopier talked about working conditions till nearly dawn and finally settled on four words: .



　Yesterday, it was copying. Today it's me.



　Ugh, I don't want to go, that I don't.

　But there are circumstances that make it necessary for me to go today.



　I've been summoned.



　They're going to question me about the trouble I had with the nobleman yesterday. It wasn't my fault at all.



　So...







"I'm tired. ......"



　Surrounded by ten teachers, the interrogation lasted an hour. It was better than the little glasses, but it was tiring.



　I was desperate, after all.

　Expulsion from school for behavior problems would be a problem for my father.

　Anyway, I was so lost that I didn't know what was going on! > and appeal.

　But then...



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　After that, the questions focused on how he defeated the nobleman and how he prevented the attack. I don't want them to know about my weird warding magic, so I'm getting tired of pretending that I don't know.



　I mean, I want to be expelled from school for being a dropout, but the teachers seem to be expecting a lot from me.

　You noble son of a b*tc*!





　So, I'm finally released and stroll around the school. Even though classes have already started, students are hanging around here and there.

　We freshmen are still in the orientation period, but the upperclassmen seem to be recruiting us.



　What is orientation for anyway?

　I don't need to wander around the campus, just picking classes at random (since I'm planning to drop out anyway), do I?



　I'm getting a lot of stares from the upperclassmen and even the freshmen.

　I don't want to be recruited or anything.

　I was about to turn on my heel.



"No, I don't want to.



"I haven't even met you yet, and you're going to refuse me?　I mean, Hurt, do you have eyes in the back of your head?"



　I was immediately accosted by Professor Tia, the little glasses wee one. I refused first, but he came around in front of me.



"No, I'm sorry about yesterday. I still think I talked too much. So what do you think?　Would you like to join my lab?"



"I don't see any sign of remorse at all."



"Ha-ha-ha, I'm desperate too. If there are no students in the lab this year, the survival of the lab will be in jeopardy. ......"



　Please don't suddenly get depressed.



"Since we're standing around talking, why don't you come to my lab?　I got some good tea leaves. I've got some tea leaves.



No, thank you.



"Oh, no. Don't say that. I mean, you can't decide where to belong, can you?　Then why don't you just stay with me?"



"Affiliation?"



"What, didn't you hear what I said yesterday?　You were right, his eyes were vacant, and he only replied with or ."



　Professor Tia cowered dismissively.



"The drill room and the lab, don't you remember those words too?"



The former, not at all.



"What about the curriculum of this institute, which is divided into the and the ?"



"That one is sort of..."






　The knight course is a training course for the actual combat troops. The course trains students to become knights and soldiers who will be the main forces of the country in the future, and who will actually use magic to play an active role.

　The doctoral course is for researchers. They develop new magic and search for efficient ways to use it.



"The laboratory is just like that. They stay in their rooms and devote themselves to the study of magic. It's the same at my place. And in the training room, you learn how to use and apply magic under the supervision of a full-time teacher with a hundred years of experience.



　It seems that students are always assigned to one of the teaching or research laboratories.

　However, there is a high degree of freedom.

　You can change your affiliation from one place to another, or even cross courses. It is not unusual for those who study magic to belong to a training room in order to improve their practical skills. The reverse is also true.



"You don't want to be in the lab?"



"Either way."



"Hmm. You seem to have a lot of real-world experience. I heard about the ruckus yesterday. You're good. You really stretched that egomaniacal nobleman.



"I didn't do it. It looks like someone else had a hand in it."



"Is that so?　But today it's all about you. ."



"Yeah. ......?"



"What's going on?　You look like a hellhound that's had its bait taken away."



　You must be really angry, aren't you?

　I'm sure I'll look like a desperate man.



　I'm going to listen for a minute.



"Hey, that's him, right?　The one who beat Master Schneiderl?"

"I heard he blew them all away with one blow."

"The son of the Count of Zemphis, I hear."

You have a pretty face.

Maybe I should ask her out to lunch.

Oh, there he is. I finally found you.



　That's not good.

　Is that why I felt like I was getting all the attention earlier?

　No, that was just something else-- what was the last thing you heard?



　If you turn your eyes toward the voice..,



　Beeeeeeeep!



　A stocky young man, who looked like a rugger man, stuck out his fist at me.



　I avoided him, grabbed him by the wrist, twisted him backward, pushed him on his back, and knocked him down on his face.



"What are you doing all of a sudden?"



"Heh, you're good, Hurt. I'm sorry. I thought you could handle it, so I just wanted to say hi."



　Whoever you are, don't get too comfortable.



You forget who you are?　It's me, Lias.



　Where have I heard that before?　As I twisted my head, a follow-up came from the side.



"This is His Royal Highness Prince Lias. He's related to you before he's a royal celebrity, isn't he?



".................. yeah?"



"Why do you look so disappointed?



　That little hateful brat has turned into such a burly macho man?　I can't believe you got the same genes as me. My brother is sad.



"What kind of a rude greeting is that? Lias is sorry, Mr. Hurt. And it's been a long time."



　I let go of her hand, and the beautiful person who pulled Rias up bows to me.



"I know. You must be Princess Marianne.



"How come you remember my sister and not me?



　Well, you know, I feel like that mature and beautiful girl will be like this when she grows up properly.

　Her mother is different, but as her brother, I'm proud of her.



　Well, that's all for now.



"Hey, hey, hey! I've got His Highness!"

"I've got the top practical prince in the entrance exam at ......."

"That's really great."

"You're not the only one."



　That's why it's different. He's just holding back, that's all. Right?

　I was thinking bitterly, "Why do I keep getting events that make me feel like I'm getting more credit than I deserve?