Ever since she was a little girl, she had this thought.
　She thought that someday the main character would come out of a fairy tale or a fairy tale and take her away as a bride.

　She is not influenced by anything and goes on her own path of belief with an unwavering faith. He sticks to it to the point of stupidity. He doesn't do it for the sake of saving someone else, but as a result, he saves many lives.
　The ideal of the girl who seems to appear in such a dream. A dream story.

　But the girl knows that in a way it is largely due to her father's influence. It's not surprising if the stories he always reads to her at bedtime are such pale pastel-colored stories.

　That's why the girl spontaneously decided to improve herself as a woman. She dreamed of someone like the prince who would appear one day.
　She was sure that somewhere along the way, a perfect superhuman like her father would appear.

　The girl's name was Felinella Sokalento.
　She is the daughter-in-law of the Sokalent family, a noble family that has made a name for itself in spite of its illustrious family.

　You will find a lot of people who have a lot of experience in this field, and you will be able to find a lot of people who are willing to help you.
　It was probably out of faint hope. However, it was the only energy that drove her at the time.

　If I am to receive a high lord who has all of her ideals, then I must be a woman who can match them. The young girl believed this.
　Because of her character, she steadily learned to behave in a manner that she would not be ashamed to show to the public. Not to mention music and painting.
　But Felinella's interest in magic came from the influence of her father's profession. More than anything else, she had always wondered. How much attraction could there be in a woman who was only being protected?
　She wondered if she would ever be able to find herself among the many women out there.

　By the time she believed and pushed forward, Ferrinella was eleven years old and was beginning to distinguish between her dreams and reality.
　What she had done so far was not in vain, but after all, none of the sons of aristocrats she encountered in social circles and other places were far from Felinella's ideals.

　The thoughts they had grown up with rubbed in were biased and similar. Never able to become the hero of a story. They are all such people.
　Puppets who follow their parents' wishes to the letter. Every word they speak is a surface decoration.

　The slowly growing disappointment makes Ferrinella understand the reality, even if she doesn't like it. That the story is beautiful because it is after all a fantasy.
　The reality is more raw and evil.
　She came to believe that it is because she lives in the world of the nobility that she is disappointed.


　That's why the topic Viziest suddenly brought up revived Felinella's childhood dream of giving up.

　A situation where a boy one year younger than her joined her father's unit. Did he say his name was Ars?
　Felinella was excited by the stories her father brought home every night. So much so that she begged him every day. If there was nothing new to talk about, she asked the same stories over and over again.

　It was so vivid in reality, yet still felt absolutely powerful, like something out of a story. It had certainly been adapted by Vizayst, I suppose.

　Still, Felinella wanted to know more about the person of Ars. What he liked and what he didn't like. What does he dislike and what makes him happy?
　The persona that was being formed in her mind more and more reminded Felinella of her excitement as a young girl.

　She has heard her father say how many times he helped her, and her age, which is not much older than she is, is still only a positive factor for her.

　As a result, Felinella did not ask Vizayst for more than what she asked for. It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get a good deal more than you think.

　I've polished women before, but I wasn't quite there yet.
　I can't even be taken seriously at this level. With that in mind, Felinella honed her magic and was admitted to the Second Academy of Magic at the top of her class.
　In the fullness of time, she told Viziest.

''Father, please use me ... in your father's unit. I'll do chores and everything, so that I can get as close to him as possible.......

　This application embarrassed Vizayst to no end, but in the end, he lost his roots.
　If it had been just a simple unit, there would have been no problem, but at that time, the missions the Viziest took on were mainly inside, as opposed to the outside world.
　There were many cases of the kind that were more than dangerous and that a young mind couldn't withstand very well.

　However, Felinella did not even let such concerns arise, and she worked hard and single-mindedly for the time she met Ars.

　After all, Felinella wanted to help him in the shadows. Although Ars had left Viziest's unit, Viziest's intelligence unit would always gather information on the mission to him.

　Feeling like he was standing next to them was what kept Ferrinella trying.

　It must have been since then. The dreaming girl was attracted to an individual named Ars.
　He was by no means the embodiment of Felinella's ideals, but the more she got to know him, the more she was intrigued by Ars, the more she couldn't stop being interested in him. It made me want to know more.

　I probably wouldn't have thought that much if I had only heard the stories from my father. I'm sure he would still have blindly trusted the prince of the story like a fool.
　Viziest always wove unnecessary things into his stories. It must have been unconscious. It was nothing more than Viziest's personal opinion of the person called Ars, which he felt.

　And so the Ars in Felinella's mind became flesh and blood. The Ars you imagine is not a perfect person. Or more to the contrary, he is a fragile human being. He was an imperfect mage, with a painful, lonely, body-shredding pain and such.
　I even felt as if I had heard the wailing in my heart.

　Since when had Felinella been able to understand how the world worked and recognize the unreasonable environment, and not once or twice had she cried at Viziest's heavily opened story.

　The lonely mage fighting in solitude is reminiscent of the bad end of many stories. That's why Felinella really wanted to be there for her.
　She was also aware that it was foolish to fall in love with someone she hadn't even met yet, but her feelings at the time were not false.
　I even thought that the love interest was genuine because I didn't judge it by what I saw.

　I'm sure you'll be able to see the image of Ars once in the middle of a mission, but after all, Felinella's feelings were genuine. She is sadly and earnestly serving her country.
　I'm sure she doesn't know any of the happy and joyful things in this world. I thought that was the look on his face.

　While I wish for him to be freed from his chains, I find out after doing the mission. To the preciousness of a magician who has mastered the infinite possibilities of magic.
　That's how dirty the world is. The world is that tainted, and Ars has been able to get over it by telling himself that the hard work is even harder.

　It was during this time that the name of Ars didn't come up again in Hatari.
　When I asked my father about it, he said he didn't know how he was doing.

　He would see him one day, but Felinella couldn't afford to wait for that, and he didn't think he could either. Maybe I wasn't worthy of him yet. Still, he wasn't allowed to wait anymore.


　After achieving triple digits in the academy, Ferrinella was called into the Chancellor's office for the year's milestone season.
　The new students were coming next year.

　I was asked to represent the current students and give them a welcome speech. Of course, I was honored to be asked to do so, and I answered with a resounding yes.

　At that time, I happened to see the profiles of the new students piled up in the Chancellor's office. It must have been a coincidence.
　I found Ars Reagin's name among them. A thumping, loudly jumping heart made Felinella feel doomed.


　From then on, she rewrote and rehearsed dozens of words of greeting that she could learn in one sitting. No shame allowed. I did everything I could to make him remember as much as possible.
　Ferrinella at this time spent more time than studying for exams for a mere few minutes of speech, and more thoughtfulness than the entrance exam.
　But..........

　As soon as the speech began, with the lights on the stage and his mouth close to the microphone, Ferrinella had all the new students in view and looked for him with a giddy look.
　
　He wasn't there. It turned out that he was. Not only did I look for him and not find him, but I had a gut feeling that the empty seat that was popped up was his place.

　Felinella's mouth couldn't spin a voice when she understood. But it was only for a few moments. She had done her part well.
　There was plenty of time from now on. Did his presence here mean he was retired from the army?
　No, I never heard a word about it from my father.

　I think back to my father's words, which I'm sure he once leaked. He said that the Governor had the authority to give orders to Ars. My father was unusually happy at the time. It's a good thing that I'm not the only one.
'Ars has finally become a single wizard,' he said.

　Then it's quite possible that my father doesn't know that Ars is in the academy. Maybe he would have to hear about it eventually, but a little more........that is, until their first meeting....


　Then, with her childhood feelings intact, the girl welcomed the moment she had been waiting for in front of the girls' dormitory.