Noir Varis Oud.
　She is applying to the Second Academy of Magic next year. If she were to pass, she would be a junior to Ars, but from her point of view, having a junior in a magical school is a strange feeling.
　I've never had a junior in my life. The stereotype that you have to do something because you have juniors is wrong.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.
　A wizard is a man of rank. The appearance of those who are soaked in it that they ignore the rankings and look their seniority is also egregious.

　That's why Ars and Noir should take the position of being the forerunner if they come in as new students. Not in terms of rank, but as someone who has stepped into the academy ahead of you.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. There should be a hierarchical relationship to that, but there are many people in the military who just don't try to fulfill their role by being bossy.

　It can be said that this is why people didn't come close to Ars, though.

　Of course, hoping that it won't be such a hassle, Ars finishes showing us around the main school building in one way or another.
　The next step is to head to the research building, but we decided to head straight to the auditorium as we were earlier than planned.

　This is not a place that can be particularly useful, but if you count backwards from the time, this is the only place that can be adjacent to it.
　The cafeteria is open as usual. It was also a little crowded at lunchtime.
　Guide the cafeteria and go further upstairs.

　This building itself is intended to be an auditorium. It is also used as a meeting or chatting room on the upper floor, and it is also a space for students to practice.
　But now," he said, "it's pretty crowded.

''It's pretty crowded,''
Looks like it, but what the hell is this place?

　Obviously, there are a lot of older parents.
　They've liberated the entire studio to make one large room that looks like a training ground.

'I see the chancellor is giving a briefing on the institute right now.

　Then Ars looked at the time.

(This one's going to be tough, too.)

That's almost three times now.
It's quite a turnout.
'I suppose so, because there's been a lot of changes this year, and that explains a lot. What do you want to do, ask and go?　I suppose it's important if you're going to take the test.

　For a moment Noir thought with a china-like face.

''No, since my senior has taken the trouble to show me around, I'll hold off for today. I'll come back tomorrow to take it.
Okay.

　If he says so, then even as Ars, he can't say good riddance. What an unpopular thought is to be closed for a moment.

　I left the auditorium while looking at the time.
　The reason I felt uncomfortable with Noir was because of a certain act. It was right after I entered the research building.
　This is also the place where a group of former students, mainly teacher-led, present their research findings. Hence, it's one of the few areas of academic territory.

　The place happened on the third floor, where many of the faculty members are in charge of second year students. It seems that many of the people who come to watch the event are also researchers.
　In such a situation, there was one person who was obviously suspicious. A small spy camera peeking out from the sleeves, which were as loose as a white coat.
　These research results are often the target of other countries' espionage activities. That's why the academy prohibits the bringing of photography equipment into the research building.

　I'm sure that even as expected of Ars, he knew that he was in no position to remain silent after being subjected to such sloppy practices in front of him. Of course, he is currently getting time as a guide, but he has an armband firmly attached to his arm.

'Huh, bad noir. Give me a moment.

　In an instant, he moves to the man's side in order to keep the scene under control.
　The man's arm is twisted up high, and the camera equipment is held firmly in his hand.

"Excuse me, would you like to come with me?
What is it with you?

　The man's cries were effective enough to draw the attention of those around him, but when he looked at the object in his hand, it turned into a cold look of disdain.
　There is no one who can't see the man's crime without saying so. As expected, calling it corporate espionage would be an exaggeration. This is because the academy's project, and this is a project in which the students are involved.
　It's not entirely possible to say that it's not there, but it's hard to deny that it's missing the point.

　Ars put his arm behind his back and snatched the evidence from his hand.
　There should be a few guards stationed in the research building as well, but I guess that means they've hit a blind spot.

　I immediately call for help with the consensor, though.

'What have I done to deserve this?
You don't like the way things are going, do you?

　The one who said that was not Ars but Noir who was watching the whole thing in silence.
　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.
　It's a good thing that you have a cold smile on your face as you walk steadily and steadily.

It's a good thing that time is a finite amount of valuable supreme goods, though~

　When he gets to the man's front, his expression twists as if to look into his face.

''Hey~ Don't you think so?''
...

　The man's face twitched and his body stiffened.

'Sorry, Noir. This is my job.'

　Ars inserted his arm to block it.
　It's not that I felt danger, but I acted on a gut feeling that it was better not to let them get too close.
　In any case, it's only a simple matter of handing them over to the security guards who are coming towards us, so there's little time lost.
　Just hand it over as expected and nothing is lost.

　And by the time the guidance was resumed, Noir's mood had returned to the lie. Still, it seems that he has not forgotten what happened earlier.
　It's about Ars's prowess, in other words.

''Senpai has some experience with body arts too?''

　Noir, who deliberately set his gaze on the hollow and emitted it as if on purpose.

　Ars's answer is also ordinary and conventional.

The first time I saw it, I was in the same boat as you. My own style is a good place, so looking at it won't help you.
Huh!　Humility. I don't think a student of that level of skill would be able to acquire it.

　Perceptive, I suppose, because she's at a level where she can say she's also trained in body arts.

'And she knows how to break the human body.

　The blurted out words coincided with Ars's dialogue, with no luck.

''Even if you're a magician, you can't survive in this world by magic alone, there's no harm in training them.

　It gave Ars an uncomfortable feeling that his mouth was speaking by itself, but he didn't mind so much and became more talkative.

　It was unnatural for Ars's personality to talk so much at their first meeting.
　He is a hassle, and a false image is attached to himself for taking the trouble to show him around. The immunity of not being able to escape the flow of the moment interrupted Ars's thoughts.

　Why is he doing this much? Only a third party could notice that.

　So what we talked about while walking rather than explaining the research building is Ars's own personality. What kind of thinking does he have?
　He was exposing the structure of such thought processes.

　The sweet scent as if a haze was hanging over it.
　You'll be able to find out the best way to get the most out of your time.

''Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule today,''
Don't worry about it. I had a lot of fun with it.

　Even now, the number of people visiting from the main gate is high.
　Noir bows with a ladylike motion as if to go against the waves. She stops and looks back several times, but gradually she disappears into the crowd to unravel.

　You'll be able to see the end of it and turn around and rub your nose.

'You're an odd one,'

　When I looked at it with that impression, I thought of the aristocrats Ars knew and smiled bitterly at the fact that no one was decent.

(So that's how it is.)


　I start walking to the front of the main school building again.
　I take one look at the stall and press my hands to my ears. I'd better call in, just in case.
　I lift my gaze to check the time. I look at the large clock that is set up in the main school building.

(Was it this late?)

　Ars snorted, "That's funny.
　Even if it's a physical feeling, going over ten minutes is something that's never happened before.
　An apology would be the first thing to go.

(And even then, you could have at least let me know one.)

　I wait for a response, thinking.

''You're senior Illumina, sorry.''
We're back online. Don't remove the sensors, Mr. Ars. Take care of yourself in the future.
Yeah, yeah.

　This response is incomprehensible from Ars.
　I don't remember removing the consensor from my ear. There was no process for wearing the current communication either, so it was worn from the beginning.

　Just before Ars raises the question.........

'Ars-san~'

　I thought wow, of course, but it was inward.
　Not to the person, but to the woman running up and down, bobbing up and down, a first class dangerous object.

"Feri, senior?

　He reiterated that he was still in communication.
　In Ars's eyes, it was the sight of Ferrinella coming out of the main school building and running with a big smile on her face, not caring about the public eye.
　However, it's important to keep your frank impressions to yourself that a woman's breasts are something that shakes like that.
　If you look around, the men around you were all looking at the same point.

　Ferrinella, who is wearing the academy's uniform, is no different from the usual.
　However, from the point of view of THE lady who tries to behave like an aristocrat, it's a strange feeling to run. Or rather, I can even say that I've never seen it before.

　I'm sure that the lustrous black hair exudes a faint scent that could knock a man off his feet with a single blow.
　Even time seems to have stopped moving around her.

　Then, running through the short but long time, Felinella came to Ars and groomed herself before speaking.
　I'm not sure, because that's where he keeps a firm appearance.

'Mr. Ars, do you have a few minutes to spare?'
Yeah, no, I was just going back to security.
--!

　Obviously depressed, Felinella desperately pretends not to be discouraged as she combs her hair with her hands.

'I've had time to do this...'

　An inaudible word.
　Ars was troubled by the reaction.

　It's not as if he sensed such a concern, but a great sigh escaped from the consensor.

''Arus-kun, can you take over with Feri?
No, I don't mind.

　Then Ars takes off the consensor on his ear and hands it to Felinella.
　At that time, I guess it's just my imagination that my face turned a little red.

''What Illumina?''
"Mr. Ars was just about to be sent back to work.
Don't do it. Come on. A little bit. No?
'Do you always think it will pass?'
I've adjusted the steering committee to pass. The rest is up to Illumina's skill, I guess.

　Ars raised his eyebrows at the sarcastic words, but silently watched from the sidelines.

''Excellent for nothing....''
What?
'Okay. We'll make some adjustments, but the wrinkles are coming, so understand that part.
Okay.
''Haha, Ars, I'm pretty sure you haven't taken a lunch break yet, so it's only for 30 minutes. Really?　Make sure he's well fed.

　Felinella returns the throwback with glee.

'I don't hate it when you give rationalizations like that.

　The reply to Felinella, who replied with a huff, ended with a pouting communication interruption.

　It seems that something has been settled without Ars' intervention.
　It's something that can be largely guessed by looking at the expression on Felinella's face as she returns the consensor.......

''Ars-san, I hear you haven't taken your lunch yet.
'Oh, yeah, we didn't have time for that.'

　It's not that I'm hungry, but I can't say in this vein that I'm not hungry, etc.