My name is Halt C. I am a copy android created by the wacky wizard reincarnate Halt Semphis.



　After winning an exemption from attending classes, I moved to a log cabin by the lake and became a recluse. In his place, I have been holed up in a room in Professor Tia's research building on campus.



　What's the point?　I am at a loss if you ask me, but it seems that I have to make some kind of appearance that I am active in the university, and I have no choice but to do so because I might be in trouble without Hart Semphis in case of any problem.



　Well, I can't use magic, so there's a limit to how much I can help Professor Tia, and maybe that's why he doesn't say anything to me as a copy of him.

　My carefree life as a hermit has not been disturbed so far, so there is no problem with coasting on my bed like this.



"Is Hart Semphis here!"



　The door was opened with a bang, and a familiar, dignified female voice rang out.



"There you are. How long are you going to stay in bed? It's already time for class to start.



　The covers were ripped off. The beautiful woman with the one-glass glasses was Professor Belkam, I think. In a sense, she is a regrettable person who sees Professor Tia as her rival.



"I've been excused from the class."



"It's a matter of attitude. Even if you don't have to attend classes, you have to make a reasonable achievement in your field of study, don't you?　Not a minute of your time should be wasted. In that sense, you have to be willing to sleep."



　I think the main body of the research results will eventually cry to Professor Tia and make something up as it goes along.　Well, I can't say that.



What do you want from me?



At least get up and ask me. Or better yet, get dressed and come to the meeting space right there.



　You're talking from a very high place. Well, he seems to have this kind of personality.

　After I answered in a laconic manner, Professor Belkam left the room with his eyebrows raised in dissatisfaction.



　I got up quietly and took plenty of time to get dressed. But why was he here?

　With a sense of uneasiness, I headed for the conference room.





　Books and other junk that had been on the table were scattered on the floor. In their place were many notebooks spread out on the floor.

　They were filled with some kind of complicated formulas.



"Did you hear that?　I heard that you can solve this level of attribute ratio formula with just one glance."



"Who told you such nonsense?"



Charlotte Semphis. Your sister.



　Why, Char?



No, it can't be solved just by looking at it. I think there is a big misunderstanding.



　However, it will only take you more time. I'm busy. I want to go to bed, and after that I want to watch cartoons.



"Are you trying to make me do the math so that you can enjoy yourself?"



　We should denounce the teacher's unreasonable demands from a moral standpoint.



"That's right."



　That's refreshing. His declaration, without any hint of apology or hesitation, is both dignified and dignified.



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!



"As I said before, time is precious for researchers. If we can save a lot of time, why not use it?



"You don't care about my valuable time?"



"It doesn't take much time, does it?　It's just enough to exercise your brain."



　I'll say this and I'll say that. You can't lose.



"Professor Belkam has a lab, right?　Why don't you let the students there do it?"



Of course, I let him do it. I came here to ask you to do the same, to see if their answers are correct. Yes, of course. I had something to say first.



　Professor Belkam lifted something from under his feet and placed it on the table. It rattled.

　It is a heavy-looking bag. Peeking out of its mouth is a gold coin .......



"Even though you are a student, I will pay you for your help. There!"



　Professor Belkam grabbed three gold coins from his bag and showed them to us.



"What, not all of them?"



"This is still a great reward, you know?　If you want to ......, how about this?"



　He grabs two more gold coins. Well, I guess they did a pretty good job for a student's part-time job.



　But there is no way I can do complicated calculations.



"I'm sorry, but I'm not good at math.



"But your sister said . ...... hmm. You don't mean that you can instantly detect the ratio of a person's attributes by looking at the magic power of the magician, rather than by a formula?　That's what it's all about: ......"



　I don't know, but if it is the main body, the attributes and their ratios can be instantly grasped with <> which is made by the warding.

　But it is kept secret. So, it could be complicated if someone said, <>.



"What's going on with Professor Tia?"



　If I told you I was going to work part-time at another lab, you'd be outraged. <<< Then help me out here!　Even though I can't pay you for it! >>.



"That guy was doing something shady in the lab. I asked him for permission, but all I got was a curt response."






"Excuse me for a moment."



　This is when you need to be useful. I rushed to the laboratory and opened the door with a mighty bang.



"Professor Tia!



　A voice shouts out to the little backs. He's doing something across the workbench and doesn't seem to notice our call. .......



"Hmmm. The organs are human organs, after all. Nothing unusual here. But it's hard to do, since the wounds regenerate after each cut. It shows no sign of depleting its magic power.



　There's some kind of fishy, weird smell.

　I quietly close the door. I rush back to the conference room.



"I was doing something suspicious!



"That's why I told you so.　She would never have done anything other than suspicious things in the first place."



　They said it like it was common sense, but I was the sane one who was suspicious, wasn't I?

　In this case, we have no choice but to throw it to the mainframe. That's what I thought, and a certain person's face appeared in my mind.



"Professor Belkam, please don't think that you can buy my time with a few gold coins."



"Nuh-uh ....... It's a small price to pay for you, the son of a great nobleman. ......



But the professor seems to be in trouble. What do you think?　I'll introduce you to the right person."



　I smile meaningfully. And then...





"Thank you, Hurt!"



　I explained the situation to Iris, who arrived a short time later, and offered her a part-time job. He is a struggling student who usually works part-time as a delivery boy. He was offered a gold coin and said yes.



"Well, I have no complaints about your calculation ability. But I don't get it. ......



　I got through the whole situation by blowing smoke up Prof. Belkam's ass.



　But the trouble did not stop there. Something disturbing was definitely going on at that time.