We were invited to the ruins as early as this morning.



"Gentlemen, you have gathered here very early in the morning."



　I work my way through the crowd in shiva mode.



　To my right is a group of familiar faces. Charu is in her magical girl outfit, full of enthusiasm. Frey is in his favorite Medjed style. The rest of the group is, well, not much different from the rest of the group.



　And on my left are the Numbers, also in serious uniforms. What's up with the white masks?　Are you guys sure you won't regret it?



　Despite my concern, the numbers guys seemed to be fully motivated, and for some reason they were staring at me, not their opponents, with a glazed look in their eyes.



"Who are you?

What are you talking about?

"Isn't that it?　You know, the one.

"The Black Warrior, was it?"



　Well, that makes sense. If a man in all black shows up without introducing himself and looks so distinguished, you would be wary of him, wouldn't you?



"I was asked by the dean to be the referee for this match..."



　Shubba ba ba ba!　I strike a pose that my sister prepared for me for the day.



"Hero of the shadows and enforcer of dark justice, <> also known as <>!



　C'mon!　Unfortunately, there was only one yellow cheer. Frey, in the style of Medjed, was silent, but his head (or rather, his whole body?) back and forth.



　Alexei, the leader of the other team, took a step forward.



"Dean, I have heard that he is a mysterious man who operates in the territory of the Count of Zemphis. I don't think he will be able to make an impartial judgment.



You are right to be concerned. But this is a private event of my own discretion. Of course, I understand that you are serious about this event, but as an institute event, we cannot allocate teachers and other personnel. I selected him for safety reasons. Don't worry. He will not act to the detriment of one side or the other.



　The dean turned to me standing beside him.



"Isn't that right?　Mr. Shiva."



　His face is smiling but his eyes are scared.



"Of course. I'm an enforcer of justice. I swear on my creed!"



　Of course it's a lie. ♪

　They are staring at me, but I can't see their faces, so it's okay.



　The dean turns to everyone and explains the rules and whatnot.



"You are all to retrieve the hidden somewhere in the ruins.



　You have designated a rather expensive item as a treasure just for fun.



"There are many fakes here, so be sure to check them out."



　I heard that you left a number of crystal balls. Was he mean to do that?

　And unfortunately, it was the dean himself who placed them. It would have been very helpful if you had asked me.



　But don't worry.

　They had already set up countless surveillance wards around the ruins.

　You can't tell at a glance whether they are real or fake, but if you reach out your hand from the wards and pour your magic power into them, you can easily tell.



　I wonder if ...... will be broken?

　Once before, I don't know why, but it broke just by pouring magic power into it.



　If they are used for private events, there is a high possibility that they are inferior, if not defective.

　It is like "I don't care if it breaks.



　We should be careful in this area.



"Now, at the first branch in the ground palace, each team should take a different path. The rest is up to you."



　I'm not going to tell you what to do from there, okay?

"Well then, gentlemen, good luck!　Startoo!"



　I strike a pose, but only Char and Frey respond. Sadness.



"Don't be so coy!"

"I'm late!"



　All the Numbers run out at once.

　Charu and the others are chasing after them.



　I watched their backs with a relaxed look on my face. Good luck, guys!



"...... Shiva?　You're not going?"



　I heard that I have to do something nearby because I'm a referee, but I don't want to bother with that.



This is good enough for me.



　A giant screen appears in front of you. The screen was divided into several parts, on which Char and the others and the numbers were projected.



"What in the world is this ......?"



　I took out a long desk and a chair from the mysterious space-time, and then I made a microphone-like toy with warding and put it on the long desk, though it didn't mean much.



"...... What are you doing?"






"Well, well, well. The dean is this way."



　He sat me down in the middle of the three seats and I took my place next to him. And..,



"Well, here we go. Even though they are students, they are all elites with top grades in practical skills. Which team will win?



"Professor Ruseyaner!　When did you get here?　No, I mean, what are you--"



This is a live feed.



What?"



"And since the dean and I are commentators, if Professor Tia asks you to speak, please respond accordingly.



　I'm going to have to pull myself together because I've been a bit of a jerk.

　Oh, no. I'm feeling a bit uppity.



"No, sir!　What the hell are you people trying to do?



　I say to the dean, who is unusually tense.



"I'm going to broadcast this confrontation to the entire school...well, in short, I'm going to let the students watch it in real time.



　The dean's eyes widen and he trembles.



"You see, it's a good thing we kept it a secret, isn't it?　If I had told them beforehand, they would have definitely objected."



　Professor Tia chuckles.



　Well, it would be a waste if we were to enjoy such a funny and interesting event alone.

　The main purpose of this event is to make the Numbers get beat up, both physically and mentally.



　Furthermore, we're going to tell them how good my sister is, and raise the stock of the one who's going to be the queen in the future.



"There's no point in stopping the broadcast now. It's no use to stop the live broadcast now. They are usually working hard on their studies and practical skills, so why not provide them with a little entertainment?"



　Professor Tiah comes in for the coup de grace.



"Mr. Shiva, your extraordinary magical powers will also be made known, won't they?"



　ah...................



"Oh, and while we're at it, Shiva the commentator, it looks like both teams encountered a demon, right?"



　No matter!　It's Shiva's power, not Hurt's.



"Well, it's something mummy-like."



"It's a Flame Mummy. It is a higher level of Mammy, and is normally weak against fire, but now it is resistant to fire and attacks by manipulating flames. It is not a demon that should be allowed to appear on the ground floor.



　Oh, really?　Oh, man, maybe I controlled the demons too well.



　Anyway, the battle has begun! (Not a censored end?)