It's the beginning of the week, morning homeroom. Class A of the first year, where the elite of the elite gather, is filled with a tense atmosphere.



　Today, on this day. A transfer student is coming to this class.



　If transferring in itself is unusual, this is the most unusual of the unusual, coming so soon after the entrance ceremony.

　Moreover, the student is only eleven years old, and is the treasured child of a frontier count who has been shrouded in mystery until now.

　Although her qualities far surpassing those of the Princess Flash, were made public, most people were skeptical of her.



　However, this person is said to be the younger sister of Harte Semphis.



　What kind of person is she?



　All but two of us waited with bated breath for his appearance.

　But then...



"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Charlotte Semphis. My name is Charlotte Semphis. I would like to begin my studies with you today. I know I'm a young student, but I look forward to working with you.



　The smiling, adorable greeting immediately relaxed my nerves.

　After homeroom, a crowd gathered around Charlotte.



"She's so cute! You're only eleven, aren't you?"

"But you've been in the Olympian Ruins and everything, right?"

"Siblings are amazing together, aren't they?"

"You already have a magic level [20] now, right?"

"You are already the third best in this class. Is he as good as his older brother?



　Although I am charmed by their loveliness, I am most interested in their ability.

　Charlotte, sitting up straight in her chair, shakes her head.



"No, I am not even close to you, brother. After all, you are very, very, very good!



　The way her eyes sparkle with certainty in spite of her fluffy and unconvincing praise. Everyone was in a state of excitement.



"I knew it! He's not just a guy, is he?

"I'm so excited that I've been exempted from attending classes."



　Even in the most elite of elite classes, it is rare for first-year students to choose extremely difficult classes. Therefore, few of them actually witnessed Hult's ability in class.



　Only two of them have experienced it firsthand. One of them,



"Hmph, I guess it's too late to talk about how great Hult is."



　Charlotte responded to Lias's exasperated voice. She rushes over to him, who has been watching from afar.



"Prince Lias, I am sorry for the delay in greeting you.



"d*mn, I didn't expect to see you with him when I thought Hurt had stopped attending class."



"Would you have preferred my brother?"



"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"



"So you were in real life. ...... tsundere."



"What's that?"



　It is no wonder that he is a relative, but his classmates are surprised to see him talking to Prince Lias, the next king of the kingdom, as an equal.



　On the other hand, another person who knows Charlotte - Irisphilia..,



"I don't want you to ask me ......"



　Surrounded by a group of students (mainly girls), he was asked a lot of questions about Charlotte.







　Charlotte was the center of attention in class.

　In the high-stakes < lecture.



"...... you calculated this complicated attribute ratio calculation by heart?　What kind of unprecedented education have you received?"



　Her professor, Ortoria Belkam, fixes the misalignment of one of her spectacles and spills out.



"I know you when I see you, brother."



"So, you're that good at math. ......"



　You've got it all wrong. Harte had no need to calculate because of the Mija crystals (modified) that he had made by warding his eyes.



"Your understanding of auxiliary attributes is also impressive. It's as if he memorized Weiss Ohl's thesis in its entirety."



　Charlotte is the mysterious genius Weiss Ohl himself, but Belkam has no way of knowing it.



"My brother, I can tell at a glance what kind of auxiliary attributes you have."



"What insight!　Gunnu...... still want to welcome you to our lab......."



　Belkam misunderstood again and ruffled his hair in frustration.







　In the afternoon, Charlotte does not stop in the practical class.

　Following her stunning performance in the bloomers-type gym uniform that Harte had made for her, and her surprise by showing off her high ability in magic shooting....



"Oh!　What a body language."



　The tank-top-clad, muscular instructor in charge is a sight to behold.

　In the class on the art of magic, he was spinning and dodging Raius's fierce attacks.



"Hmmm. His body manipulation is highly developed, as well as the accuracy of his body strengthening magic."



　This is because I have been chasing after Frey, a demon tribe, every day.



　Raius let out an angry yell under his breath.



"Stop dodging and fight back!






"It's a little difficult for me. Prince Lias has no chance. ......"



　She never learned how to punch, kick, and throw.

　The tank-top instructor enters the conversation by posing to show off his pectoral muscles.



"You can aim for an opening, but you can also create one, right?



　I see," said Charlotte, remembering her chase with Frey.



"Ah!"



　Charlotte slipped, and her small frame tipped.

　It was very deliberate, but Lias dared to ride it.



"Uriah!"



　It rushes forward relentlessly and attempts a body slam.



　Charlotte kicks the ground with one foot and spins around. She lowers her stance, slips past Raius's thrust, and takes her foot.



"Noooo!



　Charlotte pushes Raius down and applies a joint technique on him.



"d*mn, he used a strange technique like Hurt ......."



　This is knowledge I got from street-fighting anime. It was a technique that I had used successfully many times in the careless Frey.



"No, no, my brother's technique is not as sharp as yours.



　Charlotte unleashes her technique and shakes her head.



"In the first place, my brother has such overwhelming power that he cannot be defeated, he doesn't even need physical techniques. But you still sometimes try to get into a fight with your opponents in order to distract them by showing them the difference in power even under the same conditions as they are.



　Of course, Hult has no such intention. He is a man who does not hesitate to strike when he can. He fights fights fights fights fights fights fights to please his audience - for dramatic effect.



....... I didn't know he had such deep intentions."



　The tank-top instructor is impressed by Charlotte's ability, and her biceps are peaked.







　Little did he know that the presence of this super little boy, who lifts Harto up at every opportunity, would cast a shadow over Harto's life as a school recluse...