The [School Festival] of the Second Academy of Magic got off to a spectacular start. The entrance to the school starts at 9:00 a.m., but there was a long line of people waiting in front of the school gate from the day before.


　It is said that this is one of the most characteristic scenes of the school festival held at this time of year.
　This is a metaphor that comes from Ars's own experience, and it's not a good metaphor for things in general.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of it.


　Currently, Ars is in front of the main building. This is considered to be the first thing to be crowded right after the start. He never thought that his first job would be to prevent accidents caused by the confusion of customers.

'This is the front of the main building, we've arrived at the deployment in front of the main building.
Copy that, sir, the gates will open in five minutes.

　He uses the consensor he wears in one ear to contact the second year Illumina students who are packed into the headquarters.
　In addition, Ars has a security armband on his right arm. He also brought his own AWR with him firmly and there is no problem.
　If you have any concerns now that all the requirements have been hammered into your head, is it that your acquaintances will see you dressed like this?
　It is obvious that people will say that you have changed a lot in less than a year.

　
　The classmates began rummaging through the large amount of valuable items brought in, even for the prizes that had been a problem at first, before they could express their gratitude, and the color of their eyes changed to the point that the organizers were about to have a situation where they would participate in the shooting.

　After all, there is a secret controversy about the person called Ars, who brought more than such expensive items that the mage could get his hands on.
　Although Ars himself doesn't know it, this topic has been a persistent question and has been the subject of much speculation since he entered the school. Within the class, the most likely source is that he is a member of the military, given his constant presence with Loki.
　It goes without saying that this time they have been driven back.

　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to be able to get your hands on any of them. It's not that I'm not a fan of it, but I'm sure that it's the opposite, and it's a high-ranking wizard, and that's been confirmed by some of the ladies.
　This is because no one knows the ranking of Ars.
　The fact that such an unnatural thing happens may be a sign that women are sensitive after all. It's not clear if it's for the sake of competitiveness or just out of curiosity, but there are many students who know almost everything about the rankings.



　It's not a problem for the class, and Als listened to Illumina's signal from the consensor.

'It's time to open the gates. Then please deal with it as prescribed. As I reiterate, if there is a problem, please contact me sequentially.''


　No words are needed to return the various communications sent out by all of them.
　Ars silently looked straight ahead.

　His cheeks twitched at the sight of the dust that seemed to be flying.

(I know you've been told not to run.)

　Even the students touting in front of the stall flinched at such a powerful rush and pulled back into the store.
　In the blink of an eye, a crowd forms in front of Ars, and the people passing by are divided into two groups. One side goes straight into the main school building. This is because, due to the structure of the shop's floor plan, the route is more orderly when viewed from the main building.
　The other was the road to the training grounds.
　There is still some time before the general reception of the mock matches, but is there still a desire to secure a seat?

　In the time schedule for the mock match, the mock match is open to the public for the first hour with other students in the school, and then there is a short break and a series of matches without a break until noon.
　This mechanism for ordinary wizards to participate in the mock matches is one more reason to showcase the achievements of the academy and another.
　It also includes a demonstration for new students who wish to enter the academy.

　The reason why many students admitted to the school is because they admired Felinella is because they were able to match up with her at the 7 Nations Magical Friendship Tournament and this [school festival].

　It is not uncommon in the wizard society to admire the seniors who are your targets. It's not uncommon for people to admire their seniors as a target in the wizard society.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.



　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on a girl who's about to be crushed by a crowd of people, and then rescue her from the murky waters, and then break away from the crowd, holding someone who is about to fall over.
　It was so instantaneous that the rescuer didn't even have time to say thank you.


　Ars, who had been performing the rescue in front of the main building for about an hour, received word of the commotion from the consensor and rushed to the main building.
　There was nothing wrong with being crowded when it comes to things Ars. He instantly saw through the division of people and figured out a route and headed to his destination as if he were gliding.


　There were two students bickering in the middle of the traffic in the corridor. One of them may be a second year student of our school, and as for the other, he is definitely a student and magician from another school in terms of appearance.
　Both of them had already pulled out their sword-type AWRs. The fact that the magic power is passing through them would say that it was a flash in the pan.

　It's a good thing that you're able to make it in time.

''Excuse me, I'm from security. What's the matter?''


　From Ars's point of view, the students of the other school turned their backs in front of us, while the second year students of our school at the back turned their eyes towards us and clearly made their bodies stronger. With that alone, the hostility that had been directed at the other party was ringing off the hook.
　He must have been aware of Ars's success in the Seven Nations Magical Friendly Competition. It helps in unexpected ways.


''Yes, no, whatever...''
'You've got to be kidding me!　You're the one who's paying me!　The Owen family here, you know that? You have no idea how daring you are to meddle in the side.

　Ars couldn't help but leak out at the angry man.

''What?''

　Ciel, who had popped up from behind Ars, who was stunned like that at some point, began to explain in a dumbfounded manner.

''I don't know if he's really a nobleman or what, but yanno. Actually, he is........!

　He interrupted Ciel, who was about to spin out that, by raising his arm without looking back.

''I'm sorry, but no matter how it happened, the use of AWR in this place cannot be overlooked as security.

　The use of AWRs is not allowed outside of training grounds. Normally, there is nothing wrong with catching them with or without. However, I didn't want to make it important in front of the public. If it can be done through discussion, it's better than that.
　It's a rather troublesome way to talk, but the man who is considered to be a nobleman snorts over his back.

''Shut up. I have to talk to this guy. Anyone who doesn't have anything to do with it, back off!''

　Ars glared at AWR sharply at the second year student of our school who was ignoring the nobleman and facing him. The magic power that was going through AWR understood this, and the magic power that was going through AWR dissipated.
　As expected, neither of them could overlook it, but if they disarmed it immediately, it would stand for spur-of-the-moment self-defense and excuse. Maybe.

　Normally Ars wouldn't do something this roundabout, but for this time, Felinella is the chairman of the steering committee. Even if you pay for this level of effort, you won't be punished. Besides, I was just fulfilling my original duties.

''Not so fast. I'm still entrusted with the security of this one, and besides, it's inconveniencing the general public.''

　There were glimpses of irritation in the next few moments, but I guess I'll just have to put up with it.

'I don't know who you are, but don't talk to me!


　The eye of contempt, that is the eye that the powerful wear on their shades. The eye that despises the other person as a lowly person of lower status than you.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of it.

''If you are too much, we will have no choice but to use our powers as well.
'Do it. You think the Owen family is going to take a back seat to the scum of the Alpha?
Then I will do so.

　The man turned around and flashed his sword, which was filled with magic, in a side-nagging motion. The most appropriate word would be "wiped out". It was a dirty way for a nobleman, but it was the other guy's fault.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　It was just two fingers held up next to his face, catching the sword beautifully.

''Nah!''

　Of course, I'm not going to be foolish enough to take it in the flesh. The ultra-fine magic power clothed in my fingers covers my fingers.
　And then--


The man who raises a voice like a snatch, "Ah........ In an instant, Ars moved behind him and showered his hand sword on his neck.
　He supports the fallen man with one hand and hands him over to the other guards who have gathered.
　In the meantime, the two parties involved dared not to be called to order. As a punishment, our second year students would only be given a warning.

　Ars rubbed the term "Oh dear".
　Then, as if they were waiting for the case to be settled, there was a round of applause from onlookers.

　There are many non-magicians among these people.
　It is good to know that they are not injured. Inevitably, an itchy feeling came over him.


　Then Ars witnessed a group of people who looked like thieves coming into view. He remembers that it was a female student from the same class.
　So Ars turned his attention to the classroom she had entered.

(This is our class, right?)

　Ciel sneaks another glance at Ars, who's questioning Ciel to affirm the ominous feeling.

'Do you ask?'

　Her large, lovely eyes turned from below.
　She exudes an aura that if you say no, everyone around you will brand you as a human being.

'Please,' her cheeks twitch a little, irresistible.
　Als, who has interceded, has the right and the need to listen.

　Ciel's chin turns upwards, as if to say he's been watching the whole thing, and beckons him into the classroom. It is, of course, Ars's class. Ciel is also a member of it, so there's nothing strange about it.

　

　Ars, who entered the classroom, was definitely stuttering.
　It would be the same.

　I've got a good idea of what the inside of the building is made of since Ars also showed up in preparation for the day before. In the structure of the classroom, the position of the target is, of course, on the podium. And the prizes are simple, lined up on the desk across from it, which is originally used by the students.
　However, because of the number of the prizes, there is also a platform in the space where you go up the stairs.

　Of course, expensive prizes, which is the market price of shooting, are placed in the most difficult place to get.
　The difficulty of the 5-stage projectile depends on the size and mass of the projectile. The AWR brought by Ars sits directly in front of it and next to it is........

　It was a white chouche hand-made by Loki. The other items in the order of the most expensive ones Ars had provided. It is true that the workmanship was even better than it was for the first time. This is probably unique to the place of the school festival.

　However, if you go down a notch, you'll find a huge ball of hair wrapped around a spinning top. This is a scarf made by Alice. They must have rolled it up to line it up as a prize. It's obviously large enough to circle her neck at least 10 times, but it's surprisingly fine-tuned, perhaps a reflection of her personality. The bottom line is that it has a handmade feel to it. I guess that's what I mean when I say it's good.

　Even if it's mixed in with the hundreds of thousands of delds, I'll grudgingly accept it.

　But it's only regrettable that it was equated with the creepy thing next to it.

(What the hell was that........)

　I'm sure, or so I hope. Isn't that a stuffed animal?
　Ars raises his eyebrows as hard as he can and thinks about it.

'A human?　No, some of them are ear-like but they're not the same length as my hands...

　It's just about as good as it gets, as if it were somehow standing.
　I think there's something wrong with saying I've done this, but I figured it would be too late at this point. I tried again to figure out what I was imitating.

　It's like sitting on four legs, or so I thought, but one hand was quite extra due to its unusually long length.

　Ciel is watching silently in the background. He was laughing and smiling as if he could see what he was passionately thinking about.

　Then, Ars flashes as if he had been struck by lightning.



　Nodding inwardly, Ars opened his mouth confidently.

''Huh........''
No!

　At the immediate intervening denial from Ciel, Ars said, "What! He turned around with a surprised look on his face.

'No, no, they're actually there, even in Ciel. There aren't many of them, and I haven't seen one in person yet, but...
'I'm glad Fia isn't around anymore, Mr. Ars, for real...'

　Then he stands taller and gives me an earful.

"That's a dog. I've heard they're technically called wolves.


　Ciel cowered at those words, but he smiled happily at finding a flaw in his friend that was somewhat too perfect.

　Considering that he had actually seen a wolf, not just a breed, but a wolf on a mission with him, he was proud of the fact that he couldn't possibly not know whether it was a dog or a wolf.
　The point is that I don't know the prototype that well.

(That's why that guy wasn't the only one who came to show them.)

　'You're so clumsy, after all,' said Ars, looking at the stuffed animal again with a face that could not be taken as either happy or dismayed, and tilting his head back to look at it again.