The spectators' seats were glued to the match that was unfolding in unheard of territory, as if they had forgotten to blink. It had become a storm of throat-crushing chaos and cheers - it should have been.
　But now it's as if it's so quiet that not a single sound can be heard. Even the sound of breathing had unconsciously disappeared.
　The infinite possibilities of the thing called magic were here.

　The bottom of the gaping hole can't be seen even when looking down from the third floor.

　What they had in mind for this game was hope and the smoke of rebellion. Even though it's been about a century since humanity began to keep destruction at the forefront of its mind, the wound is still growing at an ongoing rate.
　The annexation of the country into seven countries to be shoved into a birdcage is still fresh in our minds.

　They - who had never seen a demon before - had a hunch that they could fulfill humanity's great ambitions. It was the kind of battle that convinced them that humanity would never be destroyed, no matter what kind of demons they were.
　The excitement that gradually filled his chest as he cleared his pent-up snowflakes gradually shook and his lips trembled.

　No one thinks of it as a student's match. It's just that Alpha is the pride of mankind's greatest fighting force.

　I can't find the words to describe what I admired in the audience. That's why there was silence.
　Surely everyone was waiting - the signal for the match to end.



　Ilyce covered his magic eye with one hand once more. Of course it wasn't for an attack.
　The eyes that were immediately opened were back to amber instead of azure.

　Ars wasn't particularly defensive, either, as he was camouflaged by the water membrane.
　Ilyce took a huge leap from the stranded foothold and landed dainty on the other side in a single step.

'Do you want to follow?　Ars (...)

　Cowering his shoulders at the teasing tone, Ars put one arm around his other shoulder and rubbed it, as if to complain that he was tired.

The first thing that comes to mind is that I still have some work to do at the school festival.
"--!　

　I'm sure he still wants to maintain the appearance of a school festival. Ilyce is not uncomfortable with the fact that he feels he's been beaten, but rather, he's amused.

(I hope that sweetness doesn't backfire on you. No, it's part of the calculation of how I'm going to work, isn't it?)

　A quizzical glance is quickly kicked off with a snort.
　The loser has the decency to follow the winner.

　Ilyce picks up the tip of the hood he wears with his fingers and puts it on deeply.
　He lifts one hand lightly.

He said in a clear voice, "Resign (Resain).
　The crowd, waiting for that moment, stands before the screen to announce the result.

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　The applause and cheers were so cracking that the buzzer was blurred. They shouted in unsparing praise, even if they didn't say a word. They continued to shout even though their throats were dry.
　Ilyce's eyes widened at the storm of cheers that roared even through the protective barrier.

　She looks up as she turns her face around.

(Oh, how long it's been...)

　As a magician, I couldn't have been more comfortable with myself. I was immersed in the sensation of being called back to the past when I was proud to have trained my magical skills for the benefit of humanity.
　The thing I thought I could no longer achieve, my obsession with first place was because I wanted to be recognized by everyone.
　He lifted his chin and hid his eyes with the edge of his hood.
　His mouth was tied in a single letter.

　It was a beat later. Ilyce had certainly seen Ars move on the other side of the hole.

　It was a guise for Ars, and she had no righteousness to go this far, but for now it was a small thing. This degree is only a trivial matter compared to her distress.

　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're ready to buy.
　It's a very good idea to have a good time with them.

　And the arm that held the waist folded is now turned to Ilyce.

''What!

　Ilyce, who didn't expect it to be directed at her, was momentarily dismayed. But without regard to her, the applause that was like a thunderstorm rushed in.
　The loudest volume that could crack your eardrums also reaches you comfortably at this time.

　The arm that was slowly lifted up was peeking out with a little embarrassment. A keen gaze shot through Ars, but it ended up empty because of the broken waist.

　I lift my cheeks, looking at the petite back as she exits amidst a long-lasting storm of praise, showing confusion at her uncharacteristic behavior.
　The girl stops before the exit door and turns around.

'Yes, don't make a mistake this time, I'm calling myself Ilyce now. And thank you. I'm going to start targeting you soon.
..........

　Looking back at him sharply, Ars let out a sigh and sissied away with his hand.
　As expected, he can't afford not to track her due to his position. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you are looking for.

　Als shook his head at Chancellor Sisti, who looked up and asked with a troubled face.

　--I don't need tracking, he said.
　The correct implication was that the academy should do nothing.

　Once the protective wall disappears, Ars makes a reluctant face. The depressed cheers were still so fervent that this was not the case.

(Hah~ So it's like Tesfia said.)

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.
　If you look towards the entrance, the students of the academy are blocking the passage while jumbled up.
　Of course, there are hardly any familiar faces.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time in this area.
　It was inevitable that he couldn't help but speak at the sight of her. However, it is true that it is superfluous.

''Isn't that too anachronistic at any price?
'If you'll excuse me. I'm still working, but I always dressed like this when I was active.

　That's why I called it an anachronism.
　Sisti is exactly the right outfit for a different name. It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get a good idea of what you're looking for.
　At this level, Ars would not have said anything.

　Even if the AWR had moved his finger to eat, he would still be curious about it. The extreme is the spiteful pointy hat. It's understandable that it's a battle stance, but it's hard to deny that it's out of place.

　Maybe it was a familiar outfit, even if he saw the crowd buzzing around.
　It didn't matter if he had been dressed like this since he was called a witch, or if he was called a witch because he was dressed like this, but Ars was curious. He looked at her coldly, though he didn't say it, but he looked at her with cold eyes.

'Well, let me ask you what's going on, shall we? In the Chancellor's office at your leisure.
..........

　Sisti, with a big smile on her face, says in a voice tone that doesn't accept an objection, as if to complain that she had a hard time, as if it was intentional. I'm not going to be able to say whether or not it's true or not, but the deliberately created expressions and small wrinkles speak for themselves.

　I thought I had muddled through the tea, but it seems that it is still not something that can be avoided.

''This is the end of the special simulation match. In addition, the schedule of the mock matches after this will be as usual, so please continue to enjoy it.''

　Ferinella's inflectional follow-up slowly calmed the place down for plenty of time. No, calming down would be impossible now.
　All sorts of conjecture is rife.
　Yes, calming down means that the excitement will cool down. If that happens, the calmed down thoughts will take a bad turn for Ars.
　He is a non-magician until he gives his impressions and opinions about the game. Is it correct to differentiate between students who are wizards and those who make in-depth observations from there?

　Now we each share our thoughts with others and make uncertain hypotheses. The proof of this is that the students were eloquent in expressing their thoughts, regardless of their grade.
　Then, as if confused, they simply blocked the service entrance. They don't do anything, they just gather.

　The chancellor is the leader of the group and the crowd is split.
　The strange gaze was different from before, and contained a little bit of longing.

''Ars-san!''

　It was Felinella, who had been following along with the actual situation, who called out to him.
　Ars takes care of the student who will be listening to the student behind him and asks her for an additional favor.

''Good work, and one more thing, I'm sorry, but could you go get Loki?''
'Yes, yes!　...where is Mr. Loki?
That's a personal matter that I had to keep away from, so you'll have to participate in a mock game.

　It was too stilted a conversation. They had held such a match. I know that when it's as good as Felinella's, it's a match or battle for your life.
　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what to do with it.
　Even though I knew this, I was taken aback by this.

''Wha, I understand.............ano!
Hmm?

　Felinella choked on her words. It wasn't the kind of thing to talk about in a place like this, considering the location. But she knew herself that it wasn't the reason.
　She shouldn't keep it off her chest, but the thought of it wasn't going to be uttered as words in the end.

　There was only Ferinella alone in the live room.
　This was not usually used in the training ground. Of course she had to make a follow up to the audience. So this was a force majeure.
　Felinella didn't realize that the sensorineural listening device had been switched on. There was nothing wrong with the device that picked up words inside the protective barrier, as long as it was turned off as soon as it was noticed.

　But Felinella couldn't turn it off, feeling bad about it. And that was without regret, she could say.

　She didn't understand all of their conversation, but she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy, even if it was okay to hear that Ars was in danger.

　Felinella let out a big sigh when the two backs were out of sight.

(We have to do something........)

　It's frustrating, but first you have to go call Loki. Would it be quicker to call him out on the school's announcement? I returned to the training grounds at one end while thinking "I'm not sure if it's faster to go out from the other side.
　This was simply because it would be faster to exit from the other side, but we were unexpectedly stranded.

''Sokalent........''

　Felinella tilted her head slightly when he gave her a sharp look. There's more distance between them than their age around being called by their family name. Aristocrats are a tricky thing. I'm sure we can still get along well with each other if we are women, but when it comes to the opposite s*x, the appearance of aristocracy comes first.

　Deluca Bais realized that his own emotions were not well controlled by the unexpectedly strong tone of voice. That was probably true, too, after watching a match like that.

''What is it, senpai?''
You knew about it all along.
What do you mean?

　Delka Bais cowered her shoulders as she scrutinized Felinella with an innocent smile on her face.
　She may not have any such intentions, though.

''If you lose your courtesy, you won't get away with it, even for a nobleman.

　The usefulness of a single mage is an existence that is far more valuable than a nobleman. And even considering that it's equivalent to the rank of a general class, a nobleman would be easily crushed.

　Felinella thinks that Delka Bais's consideration is only half right.

　She is correct that even nobility is a rank that can't be done for free. But one would have to know the person of Ars to see if that would actually be the case.
　That made me a little happy.

''Senpai, Mr. Ars isn't the kind of person who would be blindsided by such a thing.

　He put his hand over his mouth in a funny manner.

　At such a neat sight, Delka Bais crossed her arms and added in a whisper, "I've got a cold heart.
　As I found out more and more about who Ars was, my first thought was to scour my memory to see if there was anything I could do to disrespect him.
　But it's fortunate or unfortunate that I had little to do with it, let alone so much, leading to a pang of disappointment.

　Suddenly, a concern arose.

'This might not even be a school festival.
Yeah, yeah, I guess you could say that.

　Felinella, who responded with a bitter smile, agrees.

　It's a matter of skill how to get the situation under control. It's Felinella's job to at least get things back to normal operation. The price paid by Ars, who wants to have his own time, will no doubt exploit his time.
　From here on out, Felinella should fight as a steering committee member. No, he strongly wished to do so.

''Quickly, senpai, go back to work too. I'll call Loki-san back immediately as well, so please take care of him.''
Oh, yeah but what are we going to do about it?

　Out of the corner of my eye is a training ground with a hole so big you can't see the bottom.
　If you don't plug it up, there would be no mock games or shit.

''That's a problem.......well, let's ask the teachers to try one more time there, shall we?
'No, it's true that there are a lot of earthbound mages on the faculty...'

　Raising her gaze, Delka Bace gave an apologetic look to the faculty member who was breathing wildly and spoke for Felinella.

''Ars I wonder if I could ask you to help me.
Why don't you ask your seniors for help?

　Even though I know it's a joke, I still peel my eyes away. It's too heavy a burden for him, not being as close as Felinella.

'I understand. It must not take too long and I will ask for it. Can you, seniors, go and call Loki-san back on the school broadcast?
Of course.

　Even treating him like an errand boy was somewhat of an easy choice for him.

　And then Felinella returned to being so nimble that she skipped.