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　It's past noon, and Tesfia and Alice can afford to go through battle after battle after battle without any hardship.
　This is because the opponents they visit include students from other schools and military personnel. The most common opponents among them are newer and younger wizards who wish to enter the second wizarding academy in the next year.

　Naturally, the two of them go into the game as if they were teaching.
　 Maybe that's why I got a glimpse of the hardships they go through as leaders.
　At the same time, an unearned sense of gratitude that normally wouldn't have gone this far comes up - somehow.

　It's not that I'm a handful of people, but I would never have dreamed that it would be so hard to adjust to the other person. It's more mentally wearing than physical fatigue.

　I even thought that Tesfia, for example, would be relieved if I could visit them with a big one.
　Even though they take turns, the receptionist can still nominate them, so popular - especially those who are contestants in the Seven Nations Magical Friendly Competition - have only a few breaks.

　Even so, the reason why the two of them are so worthy of unraveling is because their opponents are so new and remind them of themselves from a few months ago.

　Even now, Tesfia sheathes her sword-shaped AWR. Across from her, there was a boy who was breathing wildly.
　He was going to take the entrance exam for the next year. I guess he has come to ask for guidance for that. What's more, he had nominated Tesfia.

　AWR, which I can't say I'm familiar with.
　The clothes that look like athletic clothes encourage the impression that he's a boy. Tesfia's first impression of him was that he was a kind boy who couldn't even kill a bug.
　He said his name out loud and bowed his head to the limit before starting the mock match.
　Maine Morent, so he said his name and held his sword-shaped AWR for loan.

　A feminine name, but with charming crinkly eyes, and overall, I would say he is neutral. He is a short, stroked shoulders, and a frail-looking boy. He tickles my mother's fancy, as if she wants to protect him.

　The opposing Tesfia saw various things. This is also the mind's eye cultivated under the guidance of Ars.
　The main thing was desperation.
　It was all-out effort.
　It is an eye filled with the determination of a person who is about to become a magician. That's why inexperience is evident.

　The way he swung his sword was crude, and his bodywork was so poor that it was obvious he hadn't trained before. The footwork and the sense of distance from the opponent - how to close the distance - were amateurish.
　This can't be helped. Unless you're a nobleman, everyone's starting point is the same after admission.
　However, this was the only point that Tesfia was also interested in.

　It's the flow of magic power.
　I'm not sure if it's because of my own personality, but the magic power that travels through it gently is like a river, so much so that you can even hear it murmuring. The amount of magic power that is released, the persistence that accompanies it, and the efficient flow of magic power that eliminates waste is indeed an impossible task. Even Thesphere is still not quite there yet.

　However, even if you discount that, it still possessed a talent that I couldn't help but admire. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to be a magician who goes out into the outside world, considering that the magic power of translucent like Ocean Blue and personal information is contained within the magic power.
　However, there is no way he can interfere with such personal circumstances.

　That's why Tesfia was a bit harsh on him. Thinking that this is probably just another acceptance of Ars.

　The result ended up being surprisingly gutsy.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what's going on.
　He probably doesn't understand anything. I suppose it's not surprising that he thinks so.
　It was as if Main had a resolve that seemed unyielding. Tesfia told him aloofly, "Good work.

　He stood up vigorously with a wounded expression on his face and once again bowed his head to the limit, ''Thank you very much! I exclaimed.
　Wounded was not possible within this training ground, but he looked mindlessly dirty. It could be seen as a white-armed boy.

　So Tesfia laughed at such a boy with a cushy and lightly clenched fist to his mouth.

''Um, did I do something wrong?''

　He peers upward with a slightly strident expression. Perhaps because of her neutral face, she would be misunderstood by the usual use of words.
　Tesfia responded aristocratically - or, in this case, as an older woman.

''No, good luck with that.''

　So he reaches out his hand.
　The main stares at the hand and then, as if in a hurry, turns red and scrubs it, pressing his right hand against his clothes to wipe everything that had been dirty.

''Thank you. Next year, I'll definitely be Tesfia-senpai's junior next year!

　Tesfia smiled awkwardly back at him as he assured her of this.
　There's not much advice I can give him.
　It's probably the path he has chosen for himself. Seeing the expression on his face, Tesfia swallowed the words. A few months ago, she was the same person she was a few months ago, no matter what anyone said about her, because she had enrolled in the academy.
　Alice is there, showing her rank as a nobleman.

　So he doesn't say anything that's not wild and really unnecessary.

　I look at the glittering eyes he turns on me and let go of my hand.
　However, the surprisingly thin main hand grabbed Tesfia's hand and didn't let go. The eyes that stare at him - the gaze of longing is expressed as admiration on his cheeks.

''Um........''

　Tesfia brings her gaze to her hand apologetically, and the main one too, "What! He turned his voice back and dropped his gaze.

'*+% & #+*>........................Sorry!
'It's fine, but...'

　Haha, Tesfia receives an empty smile.
　Then she turns away to escape from the shame and to the main one, who exits.

'I'll see you next year.'

　He looked unbearable as he told Tesfia that, "Yes!　I'll show you that I'm going to get it," he said, and left with an air of motivation.


　She was a cute girl, but somehow dangerous. Tesfia felt at this time that she was like Ars looking at herself like that.

(I know she's a good girl.)

　Saying this, Tesfia looks down at her hands, reading the color of his eyes on her.

'It's cute, though.'

　Yes, too pure. It's too pure white, which is somewhat worrying.
　Alice has a different view of the world than Tesfia, since she has an eye for all things pretty, regardless of gender.
　It's not a good thing not to know anything.
　What is beautiful is the whiteness that you get to see when you know it.

　Tesfia left the room, looking forward to next year.


　I guess my heart was buzzing with excitement. When you are greeted by Alice, she gives you a bad smile that includes.

Did you like it?
He's just a kid.
Oh, really? I thought you were the girl who'd come in next year.
Well no, I hear he's coming next year, but...

　A mischievous child peeps out from Alice, whose expression brightens as if on purpose.

'Heh~ You hid it.'
'Bah!　No!　I don't have to be so pushy at all.
So, what's your type?

　That's what you'd expect of two people. They've talked about frivolous topics, or rather, romantic love. But the ideal man that Tesfia describes is always all about rank and strength, and to tell the truth, even Alice doesn't know exactly what she's talking about.

　The answer to her best friend's nasty question was always ready, Tesfia told her.

''Of course it's better to have someone who is strong, has a high ranking and is dependable.
Why can't that be Al?
--!

　Caw, my thoughts stop and my face gets hot.
　The scene that came to mind in a split second - the two of them going about their duties in the outside world, and then returning to their tired, everyday homes when they return home. It was a somewhat unbecoming scene for Ars, but perhaps the ideal of a woman being impatient should be beautified.
　As proof of this, Tesfia was worthy of being served a home-cooked meal, which she is not very good at, and she thanked him with a smile that Ars had never seen before. Perhaps she longed for such a somewhat common household.

　Tesfia shook her head as she poured cold water over a circuit that was on the verge of a short circuit.
　Funny, he'd hated so much before and should have just stated the same solution now, but what the hell was the scene now?

(This is adoration and all that.) ) There's no way I'd enjoy being with such a difficult little face. It's true. It's true that I respect the ranking of first place as a magician, and I admit that I have overwhelming power to match it. And I'm smart, and I'm not bad looking, you know. (And yet, I have my own thing...)

　As I go on vexingly stating such things in my brain, I feel a surge of anxiety that seems to conform to the conditions I've presented.
　But..........



　It was all because of Ars that he decided to forgo the engagement so, and he knows that Froese cares about him. If he wasn't interested, the engagement would have gone ahead regardless of Tesfia's wishes.
　Tesfia searched desperately for material to deny, but it was all from the feelings she had previously had. There was no point in pondering based on different material now, but she couldn't calm her mind if she didn't.

　With Ars as my fiancé there is nothing to prevent me from doing so. Of course, it's hard to imagine that the man would be into that kind of annoying thing.

　So Tesfia let out a sigh and stopped to think. All she wanted was to be in love with the man she wanted. Of course, as she told Alice, terms and conditions were secondary to the fact that it was just a matter of convenience.
　But since I was born, I've never been in the state of mind of a maiden in love.

　So the result of the end result was....I like it or not.


　Alice, who seems to have seen through everything, smiled somewhat relievedly at her best friend who had returned to reality.

　'Sounds like you have a lot of rivals,' she said lightly.
　Needless to say, I was furiously opposed to that.

'That's why I'm not, and Alice is generally persistent too!
Because there's one person who fits Fia's description.
Da-ka-la-la-la-la-la-la.

　Alice turns her back on her best friend, who is full and angry, and runs away joyfully.

　That's when it happened.
　I was stopped by Delka Bais, who called out to me as if she was looking for the two of us.
　He has been selected as the organizer of an open mock match within the training grounds. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time at the office.
　This is why Tesfia, when she entered the school, was one of the senior students that I admired.

　Tesfia and Alice tighten up as the next match is set up.
　However, it has never happened before that Delka Bais has come to inform them in person. That's because he has to keep a plate of eyes in case of any flaws or unforeseen circumstances in the overall proceedings or the side receiving the match.
　The combination list he had completed at the reception desk would be entered into the equipment and the waiting time and other information would be displayed in the training area. This is just a prediction and the time is added or subtracted depending on the actual situation of the match.

　At the reception desk, we don't set up players up to three games in advance.
　It was a consideration for the burden of the players, but in reality, it was hard to say that they were able to turn it around well.

　So the two players weren't surprised or showing any fatigue if the game was set up immediately.
　The other players are in a state of waiting for their magic power to recover prematurely, but the two of them were able to move without any problems, even though they had played twice as many matches.
　This was the kind of thing Ars had trained for.
　The actual battle training with him is much more tiring. You can feel the mental fatigue of this one, but you still have time to spare both physically and magically.

　This is also thanks to Ars, and the result of my own faith and effort.
　This is also the moment when they realized the difference between them and the other students for the first time. I really worked hard, and I'm a little proud of myself for responding and being able to respond to that.

　Tesfia uttered ahead of Delka Bais, who came by generously.

''Senpai, what's the next game field?''
'No, about that...'