Under the blazing sun, Ars was silently moving his feet. She turned her sullen gaze, wondering why she had to do this, to the red-haired girl walking next to her with the same slumped shoulders.
　However, even with the same gloomy sentiment, her case was somewhat different.
　It was due to her criminal record against invitations to the aristocratic Fevers' house, and above all, it was due to the fact that her mother, who at the very least respects decorum, including aristocratic behavior, was in front of him.
　
　And yet, this hot weather.
　The weather is pseudo-weather and the temperature is also adjusted. It's summer, after all, and I'm sweating a little too much to be comfortable.

　Who adjusted the temperature to this kind of temperature, Tesfia stared at the pseudo-sun, blocking out the sun with her hand.

　It didn't matter once they got to the transition gate (circle port), but what a long way it was to get there - figuratively speaking - it wasn't really a five-minute walk, but it felt like It was inevitable that it would be a problem.

　Although there is no specific rule for the location of the transfer gate, it is still considered good to have a bleak place, even in a magical sense. It's like a precaution for precise duplication of magic residue and the like.
　So, if there were people who were either blatantly releasing magic near the transition gate, there could be some error.
　That's why the gate is not randomly placed in a bong, but a partition is stretched around it to block out the magic power.

　In addition, there are currently only two people, Ars and Tesfia. As expected, it would be a large place to take Alice and Loki. Most importantly, it's also because Ars is the only one who has received an invitation.

　Since we left the lab in the morning, the plan was for us to arrive in about two hours. In terms of the actual time it takes, the trip to the wealthy is by far the most time consuming.

　Ars shook his hair, suppressing the urge to cover his head with cold water. The heat seemed to be caged in somehow due to the black hair.
　The heat is so great that it doubles when you transition from the school grounds and arrive at the middle tier - the civic center - - not in a metaphorical sense, but the actual population density It is overwhelmingly high.
　The heat appears to distort the view in the distance, as if it were magic.
　The hustle and bustle of the touts is probably what the heat is all about, despite the distance to what they call the main street.
　Ars and Tesfia were quick to act in unison without looking around.
　It's a good idea to leave a place like this as soon as possible.
　It's not something that can be done by working out an unstoppable sweat, so there is no difference between the two of them. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.
　When the two of them settled into the magic circle of the transition gate, the heat is taken out of their mouths.

''As expected, if this is going to make us wait, I'm going home.
Doesn't that make you even more tired?
..........

　That, too, was the embarrassment of not being able to say that the heat had gotten to me.
　This is what it means to fall into the story.　
　However, even Tesfia didn't have enough strength left to make a follow-up attack.


　♢ ♢ ♢


　Fortunately, the two of them are standing around wondering what to do when they reach the wealthy area.
　The place is like a terminal, with a number of magic cars parked there.
　All of them are expensive to look at, and none of them are the same. The vainglory is hidden in plain sight as if to assert its status.
　You can't blame them if you say this is also the status of a nobleman, but it would be overwhelming for a commoner to see it, Ars was stunned. That might also be just as the act of demonstration was intended to be. However, as a magician with a single title, none of them look like unattractive scrap metal from his point of view.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for, but if you're hiding in the shadows of a large number of units, you won't be able to find it from here.
　You're going to walk again, Ars cowered his shoulders, but he didn't have to.

''Miss, this way.''
....!

　An old man wearing a glove like the one fitted to one of Ars's hands held up his hand. Their purposes are very different. The old man's was probably for steering wheel control or as a steward.

'Thank you, Selva,'

　While wiping sweat, Tesfaye still tells us her carefree gratitude.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. This is a signal to Tesfia.
　But unfortunately, the girl didn't notice it and kept her smile on her face.

　Ars let out a grand sigh.

''It's nice to meet you, my name is Selva, I'm the butler in the Fevel family.

　Selva came forward himself in order not to embarrass his master. Still, it was originally Tesfia's role to know both of them.
　Ars responds, admiring the cleanliness of his movements.

''It's nice to meet you, my classmate Ars.

　Selva's eyebrows knit together for a moment. A quizzical question about answering as a classmate instead of a friend. But no one noticed that moment.
　It was probably because he realized the meaning of Ars's words. He said why he was called out when he was not a classmate.
　But even if you guessed the meaning, Selva is not in a position to answer it, so the old man also pretends not to know.

I'm not sure what you mean by that. Please come in.

　With that said, he opened the door with a fluid motion. Cold air leaked out from inside and Tesfia was the first to enter.
　This is what comes from being educated as an aristocrat, is that what Ars feels.
　Selva is also smiling bitterly, so it doesn't seem to be the first time this has happened.
　The first impression Ars has of the butler - Selva - is, to put it simply, the same kind of smell.
　It's also in the back.
　As expected, it was not the eyesight of someone who has dealt with demons, not to mention having his hands dyed in blood.
　Maybe it's an unfounded fear, if anything, I feel like the butler is more on the board.

　It's a good idea to have the same impression on the other side, based on the reaction of the butler named Selva when he saw Ars.
　Selva prompts Ars with her hand on the door.

''Don't you have any luggage, Ars-san?
Yeah, I'll be home soon.

　and referring to the schedule in my brain, I don't want to waste any more time than I have plans for later.
　The door closes quietly and the car starts moving smoothly. That's when Selva's indescribably apologetic face is turned from the rearview mirror.

'Mr. Ars. I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid it would be difficult to do that right away.
I'm sure he's just talking to you for a few minutes.
..........

　Tesfia, who had looked away, turned away from him, as if she didn't care.

"I'm afraid Frose-sama's difficult and moody nature will probably cause you some trouble.
Can't you do something about it?

　Maybe Ars shouldn't have come after all, I feel a pang of regret now.
　A sharp glance at the back of the head of the girl next to you, saying, "Hey, that's not what you said," is unsparingly shot at the back of her head.

''I understand. I'll try to do my best over here. So, Selva-san, I'd like to know more about why I've been called in.
I'm sorry, sir. I don't know anything about it either. As I said before, Mr. Froese's actions are driven by curiosity alone, so I'm not sure I can be of any help. I'm afraid I can't be of any help to you.
Okay.

　Ars inwardly thinks it's a lie.
　Well, I won't pursue it because I understand that I can't say it as a butler. It's because it's something that you'll soon find out anyway.
　I thought about exploring Selva's background as an alternative topic, but I still didn't say it. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're talking about, because if it's a demon, or anything else, it's not a bright idea.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

(Why does this kind of nuisance keep coming in?)

　and other swear words melted into the chilled car as unspoken air.
　Not to mention that it was directed at the red-haired girl on the other side of the glass.


　It was when he entered the grounds that Ars thought that the aristocracy called the Fevers, which he wasn't used to hearing about, was something like this. He reflected that it was too unfamiliar to the world to say that he didn't know it just because he spent his days in the outside world defeating demons.
　The Tower of Babel, seen in the distance, is also at a distance that brings a majestic appearance to the extent that it is powerful.
　It's not a bad idea to have a well-developed garden in the grounds, and just considering the distance from the main gate, you can tell it's quite large.
　That doesn't mean I'm interested in Ars, though.

　And around the halfway point, the car gradually slows down and comes to a stop. Why is Tesfia also at this halfway point?　A question mark comes to mind, but it seems to be the right place.
　'We're here,' says Selva, opening the door. It is true that there is a huge mansion directly in front of it, but the reason why I bothered to stop in front of it when I just needed to move to the front door.
　After getting out of the magic car, Ars somehow guessed and at the same time a feeling similar to discomfort surged through him.

''It's not too hot, is it?''

　And so on, Tesfia, who was outside, overflowed.
　It's not that the sun has gone down or that the temperature has dropped. The pseudo-sun that reached the peak of its brilliance should have recorded the highest temperature now.

　Then, why do we even feel cooler?
　It's simple.
　I'm not going to be able to get it right.

'Please go to the mansion over there.

　I could probably see the apology on his face.
　That meant he had to go, and Ars moved forward alone.
　Tesfia, with a question mark on the top of her head, is being hand-controlled by Selva.

　Scratching the back of his head, he walks, a path that has a fountain directly in front of it that he has to go around.
　The distance will be about 30 meters.
　Then, as soon as I started walking, I felt something uncomfortable, like a sensor caught in my foot. Of course it was known.
　Was it a trap for intruders, or was it just a trap to test Ars?

(Good grief.)

　Two light blue magic circles emerge at my feet.

''........!

　This surprise is Tesfia's. An unexpected outburst against a guest that she invited.
　Although she herself has little awareness of being a guest, since her mother invited her, she should not have the disrespect to attack Ars, no matter what kind of person he is.
　Especially since Tesfia knows that Ars is a single magician, though Flosses doesn't know it, this scene was not a cold sweat.
　Selva stopped Tesfia from taking a step forward unintentionally, holding both shoulders back.

　Ars didn't know what the magic was, but it was irrelevant, so he lightly lifted one hand and pointed his thumb and forefinger upwards as if to pick something and rub it in a finger-snapping fashion.

　A moment later, there is a sound like something cracking, or perhaps shattering, and the residue of magic power dances around.
　This is a rough technique that shifts the coordinates of the magic circle floating at your feet throughout space. It's only if it's a delayed-type magic trap, though.
　Now that Ars doesn't have AWR, he has the option of either the characteristic no system or a magic that can't be tamed.
　The method that will inevitably be taken will be the former, as using the latter will turn the garden around here into an unmitigated disaster.

(I don't want to use this one either.)

　I suppress the urge to swear at the gaze peeking out from the terrace directly in front of me, but I also wonder if that's not possible.

　Today's temperature is the worst for physical activity such as evading and knocking off.
　Talking with a sweaty body?　It's a joke, that's the idea. Well, there's also the calculation that you won't know what you've done.

　To some extent, you can identify the strain from the color of the magic circle. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal more than that.

　And when I was thinking about that.

''Do you want to go this far for one student?''

　The three magic circles that emerge ahead create a circle. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

　An ice golem with an enormous physique of over two meters in length appeared.
　《Ice Golem》This is a medium-ranked magic in summoning magic. It's a major magic, but its performance and size change depending on the wizard's ability, so even a medium-ranked magic has a wide range.
　And this golem, which is more than 2 meters in length, is a true testament to the high skill of the magician.

(In other words, it's a price tag.)

　There is no waste in the molding. That means it's a completed technology.
　It also means that you can use summoning magic that is obviously even higher.
　Ars is one tongue twister.

(If you're in the mood.)

　The golem walks up to the fountain and puts its hand in the fountain. The water freezes and he pulls something out of it. It was a three-pronged spear, an ice spear.
　With a crunch, the ice on the fountain is peeled away and a weapon as tall as you is held at the ready.
　It's also a meaningless prelude after all.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. It's as if he was doing preparatory exercises.
　In fact, it is a preparatory exercise. To put it simply, it's like a thug snapping his fingers before a fight.

　The golem starts to run and approaches with slow but large strides.
　However, it was only that one step that the golem was able to move. Suddenly, a hand pans out as if tearing the tense air.
　Ars clasped his hands together vigorously as he joined hands in front of the body. And the golem's body crushed the majestic body with unstoppable speed.
　From the side, it would have looked like it went ballistic.
　In fact, it was just a vigorous pincer from both sides, but it was so fast and fragile that it seemed to have disappeared.
　It goes without saying that if you look at the glittering pieces of ice dancing around them, it's hard to say which way the army was headed.

　Even if you know, there is no one here who can understand what has just happened. That would be the case with the woman looking straight ahead.
　However, the degree of that astonishment is also different from behind Ars and in front of her.
　You're going to be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

''I hope you don't give me a break, at all.

　Even if you don't feel physical fatigue to this degree, even Ars can't help but feel mental--snake's feet--fatigue.
　It's also a waste of time to think inwardly about going home without seeing each other. I'm sure it's a waste of time.

　It's not any more, Selva's hand, which had been restraining Tesfia, came down at the same time as the golem disappeared.
　That said, whether Tesfia was able to move immediately is another story.

　Ars looked back and gave Selva a look that couldn't have been any better. After a beat, the butler looked down and approached with the red-haired girl.
　All I can say is that Selva's footwork is superb. There is no waste, or rather a mastery that is spare. Of course, there's a comparison next to it, so maybe that's how it feels.

'What have you done?'

　The Tesfia, which failed to capture the events of the substandard attack, violated the taboo. Now it's the current situation where you can pry all you want. But that doesn't mean Ars doesn't bother to tell you.

'I wonder how he did it.
Well done, Mr. Ars.

　Selva sends an unintentional praise.
　As expected, this was enough to make Ars uncomfortable, but before that, he was deeply bowed out. He had no choice but to disappear.

　''Come on, Frose-sama is waiting for you,'' he urged, and both doors of the front door slowly opened, and a line of women dressed as maids from inside, probably dressed as maids, formed.

　Where is the exasperation, Ars, who only felt completely stuck in the pace, headed with even heavier feet.
　I even feel like the red-haired girl is pushing me back. No, it's not just my imagination.
　It's more like being made to walk than walking by yourself.
　The Tesfia is completely pushing out Ars to the fullest. For that matter, it's probably a barrier. Although it is the strongest of the rank 1, the shield that is not likely to be useful at the moment is there.