Als's inwardly disgusted appeal that this is a joke is slowly clouding his mind without being heard by anyone.
　It's the third and final day of the school festival and the bustle of activity from day to day continues unabated, and today's inaudible hustle and bustle is still the result of the chaotic crowd.
　After yesterday, Ars could not boast that he had done his job well. That's probably true, too, as problems seem to be something he can't help but involve himself in, regardless of his intentions.

　Of course, Ars had no intention of using that as an excuse. It was against policy more than anything else. That's why he intended to keep an eye on it, at least on the last day. I'd like to see him do a satisfying job, though, at least when he's motivated.

　Unfortunately for Ars, this year's school festival was lost on him.
　With a mortified look on his face, Ars sits back in his chair. It's the usual classroom room, and the way he sat down at the end of it was somewhat shabby.

　Normally this is not the time to be doing this. It's not too late to talk about security once you've taken it on, but if you won't let me do my job, there are many things that Ars should do.
　One of them is a book that is currently held in one hand and spread out between your fingers. This is a kind of rulebook on aristocratic rulings (tenbram) that I just borrowed from the library earlier this morning.

　As far as I can tell, it says that temblum is one of the relatively major games among the nobility. Ars soon realizes why this has not been passed down to the present day.
　In a sense, it seems to have been deliberately discontinued.

　That's probably true too. Ever since the demons have progressed, quarrels between humans have been nothing but barren. It was no wonder that the country, rather than an army, had been engineered to become obsolete.
　Templum, so to speak, is a scaled-down version of war. It is a strategic game that pits humans against each other.

　Ars tucked the bookmark into the book he was reading, let out a light sigh and looked at Loki, who was standing upright with a pinched spine, one step off across the table.

'So, how many more of you are there?'
There's an hour-long wait at the end of the line, so I'm guessing it's roughly over 100.

　I looked at the students sitting at the front with tired eyes before looking at the neatly arranged queue behind them. The line snaked through the classroom, past the entrance and into the hallway.

　The reason why this is happening is because of what happened yesterday in addition to the first day. To put it simply, Ars's ranking was completely known throughout the academy.
　In response, the students asked for a booth to negotiate directly with the chancellor. None of them said anything about negotiations, though.
　At any rate, from the point of view of the students, a single wizard is the equivalent of a celestial being. The students' direct talks were really spot-on, the trouble was.

　They said. The school festival itself will not be able to stand unless a proper place of interaction, if not directly, is established.
　Even if they didn't try to slip away, it was clear on the second day that a ridiculous amount of people would be building up around Ars like a citadel.
　The students apparently appealed directly to the chancellor with a flushed face as the cause of the various accidents and disturbances that they did not enter.

　As a result, Ars had a whole room to socialize in the early morning. This did not reflect his intentions at all.
　Loki, who is not busy today due to his mock match schedule, has taken on the role of facilitator as its chaperone.

　Loki, looking at the side eye, is somewhat proudly looking away from his chest.

''It's 30 seconds per person, so...''

　I could see the shocked expressions on their faces at Loki's words.
　However, they are students who are not going to do anything face to face with Ars. They may complain, but they can't actually act on it.
　Still, sometimes these troublesome guys show up, though.

''You must have had a lot to think about, living under a false identity until now. I'm ashamed that I couldn't see it coming. By the way, I'm a heir to the Cilic family, Ororo, and I promise you a comfortable life as a student.

　He remains upright and spins out fearfully, fixing his gaze on the hollow despite the fact that a chair is provided for him.

　Ars listens to it from right to left and only returns one word. This was a line that had already been repeated dozens of times.

''No thanks. Yes, next--''

　Even though he dropped his head with a gulp, his eyes were still shining brightly.

　If it was this kind of thing, a few words would still suffice, but after all, there were not a few who did not.

''Excuse me.''

　How many times has the box sat on my desk?

"Deliver, please.

　With that said, I opened the plaster box and found a dazzling array of money and goods laid inside. Of course, these tactless people are naturally common in wealthy families.

　Ars, who closed the lid disinterestedly with a snap, looks back at him crisply.
　To be honest, it's a waste of time.

''Would you be willing to meet with my father once? The 3rd Defense Annihilation Division of the Eastern Region's...''
I won't let you down, Father. I'll pretend I didn't see it.
I'm sorry!

　After folding his waist at right angles three times, he snatched a box of money and goods from the desk and ran away.

　Speaking of the Annihilation Division, he's an elite. A father is probably the commander of the unit, a proud post that is both demanding and a heavy responsibility.
　I didn't want him to be like a corrupt nobleman, even if he was wrong. Of course, it was possible that this was his instruction, but in any case, Ars's response would have been the same.

　I still have a better impression of being empty-handed. Apparently, I'm getting tired of the typical pattern of aristocrats and other people who let their status dictate their actions.

　It's not a bad idea to bring something with you, but no one will understand the taste of Ars.

　Loki, who calls for the next turn, is still delighted. I'm sure it's not a bad idea, but I'm not sure it's a good idea.
　What's more, just the other day, there are more things that I want to keep secret from Ars. You can't help but think that I'm being overly self-conscious, but Loki's reaction wouldn't be good if the information of what I did to Tesfaye was leaked.

''Hehehe, I'm here.''
What is this about?

　It was Alice who escaped the pursuit with a gesture of sticking her tongue out. She, like Loki, is off duty today, the last day.
　I'm not sure what her intentions were for going out of her way to get in line, but unlike Tesfia, Alice intentionally goes around the block, so maybe this is just another one of her whims.

''I came to check on you, but if I just brushed off and walked in, you'd be staring at me with a terrific swashbuckling stare, wouldn't you?''
No ... well, maybe?
No doubt. No one here is likely to be aware of the fact that Miss Alice has been instructed by Master Arth.

　Loki has already dared to make an appearance. At this point in time, Ars also knows that there is no point in mending now, so I don't particularly care about it.

　But still, Alice was still Alice. She is somewhat petulant and subtle in the eyes of those around her. It's no use giving in to the hassle of lining up for the sake of it.

　Naturally, the students behind her heard about this, and a groan went up in their ears. As expected, everyone would have imagined what it would mean to receive personal guidance from the first place.
　Of course, there might be those who would make the vile assumption that Tesfia and Alice's rapid growth was due to Ars personally.

　It is not denied, but Ars believes that this is the result of the tireless efforts of these two excellent people.

''That's a lot of people.
I'm in trouble. We're on a tight schedule all at once.

　Alice leaned forward at those words and whispered in a whisper.

'I think Fia's fine now, but thanks to Al, she's still floating in the heat.

　I let out a sigh at the sound of his mischievous voice. He must have heard it in the Tesfia. Even if Ars didn't have any color-related intentions at all, it might not have anything to do with them. There is no question about it as a topic of conversation. It's a good idea to have a good idea of the age of your own.

　At the very least, he seems to be paying attention to what Loki can't hear.

''Alice-san, in case you're wondering, we've set a time limit per person.
Oh, that's right.
Why don't you join me in my travails if you're not busy?

　As Ars turns his weedy face to her, Alice laughs and easily retracts her own statement that she was fine earlier, "I'm worried about Fia's condition too.
　Where she remained here, though, she was nothing more than a mere companion on the road.

　Swallowing the insolent request, Ars asks for a word or two.

''I'm sorry, but tell Fia to come after the school festival.
Yes?

　I don't know what the interminable reply meant, but I don't feel good about it.
　Alice walks out of the classroom with a light gait, and the moment she opens the door, she guffaws and appears in the corridor.

''Loki-chan, our hour-long wait is about to turn into a two-hour wait.
I understand.

　Despite Loki's nonchalant return, Ars feels like holding his head in his hands. I envy her that she was able to get away with it all.
　It's hard to imagine that there is a place in this academy where he can spend his time in peace, although Ars has to think about it, too.

　If you look at the line, you'll see something you didn't see a while ago. Is that a colored paper?
　Arus pinches his brow for a break.

''Master Ars, if it's a matter of concern to you, I wouldn't mind scattering them.
Really?

　However, this is a self-inflicted mess. It's shameful that he's forced his partner to clean up the mess.
　But it's a shame that we have to spend any more time struggling with this.

　It's not a good idea to be able to get up and go, but it's a good idea to be able to do it. The composition of one person at a time eats up a lot of time to begin with. In fact, unless you are a nobleman, there is no one who has business with Ars, unless you are a nobleman.
　The bottom line is that it's a rare sight.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. There are a lot more things they have to do than that.
　As long as they were students of the academy, their future would come down to being mages.

　There was something wrong with the fundamentals, Ars felt. There had to be more to ask. How unselfish he was towards himself, a mage.
　He felt minor irritation at the lack of scholarly attitude.

'It's tedious. 'Loki, I'm changing the format. Pack as much as you can into this classroom. We can fit seventy people in here with standing room only, and we'll try to solve this problem with a thirty-minute lecture format.
Yes, sir, I am, sir.

　Loki, with a somewhat bouncy voice sound directed at him, crisply moved to guide the students.

　The first thing to do is to break through the crowd and lift a heavy leg to stand on the podium.

　And the classroom, which could originally hold 40 people, was crammed with 80 people, including standing room only.

　In the obscene classroom, Loki points his finger in a stern, whistle-like voice.

''There, be quiet!

　Loki took a step to the side after confirming that the place was ready with the students who were squirming. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. So, if you can finish this lecture in 30 minutes, you will win.