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　For a time, the classroom scene at the Second Academy of Magic is in turmoil, and the students are speculating about it. It is a rootless rumor about Ars.
　The damage of Rusalka, which cannot be hidden, has spread throughout the world, and this school has been greatly affected by it.

　The classes at the academy couldn't be avoided until they were bombarded with questions in between instead of opening up Tesfia and Alice for a little while.
　Still, the two of them denied it plainly.

　Even if they said it, there was no way to prevent the rumors from spreading. No matter what is said, the two of them are determined not to be misled anymore.
　That's probably why they continued to work foolishly towards what they should do.

　Today and from now on I'm going to train in my usual place.
　In that laboratory where no one and nothing is left.

　He read the training manual, which was scrawled on the page, wrinkling his brow as he read it and carried it out. If we can't do it, we think about it together and continue until we can. The two of them had learned by now that it was an emotion that hindered their growth while being rushed.

　So, step by step, they steadily learn.
　But, again, there is no way they can learn the training that Ars offers.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of how to deal with this kind of situation as well as the impatience of not being able to do it, but we can't help but smile at each other.
　It's probably because we've been holed up in the lab after school for a long time now, and it's time for us to get some physical exercise.
　Perhaps sensing this, Alice closed the thick manual.

''We still have time today, so let's go to the training ground.
'Yeah. There won't be many people there anyway, so let's go.

　The rumors that have been spreading on campus recently have been gaining more and more heat, and perhaps because of this, there are many students who are chatting in empty classrooms.
　As a result, many of the training grounds that can only be taken by appointment are empty these days if you go there.

　More than anything else, the slander against Ars was more irritating than the inability to train, and as expected, the two of them felt the need to vent somewhere, even if they didn't talk back.

　Alice has a golden AWR tucked away in a long case.

　And Tesfia.........

''And I can't wait to get to grips with this, too.

　So I have a sword-shaped AWR that I usually use and another one that I love. It's a small sword-like object that is firmly placed at your waist.
　Honestly, Tesfia was itching to master this as soon as possible. Obviously, it's a treasure for me right now.
　The AWR is so habitual that when you use it for the first time, you immediately understand it.
　It was even the first time I realized that there really is such a thing as a habit for weapons. Modern AWRs are versatile, including those for the academy's lending, and almost anyone can use them if the weapon is in line with the systematic formula. Of course, the function of resetting an individual's usage history is included in the loaner version.

　Because AWRs have the ability to be applied to the user, they tend to fit in better with the individual while not being reusable. However, the institute's loaner AWR does not have that function.

　Yet this AWR, like its predecessor, does not listen to me. I can't help but wonder if the inorganic AWR has a will of its own.
　It's a strange phenomenon that the AWR reads and carved magical formulae precede the magical processes she performs at her normal speed.

　In other words, it will follow a different configuration than what Tesfia is supposed to do. Hence, it ends up being a dud. Since there was no way Ars would give me such a flawed product, I knew that Tesfia must be the cause of the problem for me.

　When he went to receive this, Budna had a really sunny expression on his face. He even smiled a youthful smile, saying that he himself had put a lot of effort into making it.
　But perhaps he understood the difficulty of handling this, and when he handed it to Tesfia, he just said, "Well, good luck with that.

　Tesfia understood what that meant that day.
　Whatever kind of guessing it was, Arus even gave this small sword an exaggerated name such as [Snow Princess 《Secchi》] even before it was created.

　What is wrong with it, perhaps if you ask Budna, the creator, it will become clear. However, Tesfia couldn't help but feel that this was the task entrusted to Ars.
　That's why I honestly wanted to do something with my own strength alone.

　The two of them, including Alice, had been training with the intention of getting to this one in time. They couldn't forgive their helpless negligence even though they knew that was not possible.

　In order to get such a temporary reprieve, Alice urged somewhat fleetingly, 'Let's go.

'Right. It doesn't look like we'll make any progress if we continue like this.

　He was somewhat weak, as if he understood that to call it empty energy was still a postponement of the problem. Since training through magic manipulation, as stated in the manual, continues to be almost a daily routine, the problem the two of them now faced was to consciously make the configuration from magic to magic.

　Normally, this is a process that AWR can substitute for, but there are sections where modern mages have this embodied as an image. Or rather, most mages fall into this category.
　However, when it comes to fine tuning the strength of the magic, there is no room for intervention, which is a drawback of using magic by image.

　In other words, it becomes difficult to rewrite magic sequentially. This is also related to the acquisition of the 【Mistrotein】 that Ars showed Tesfia.
　This is a remote technique of deliberately canceling it at the composition stage and taking over the later composition.

　The exercise of magic causes the sorcerer to let go of the interference from the phenomenon until it achieves its purpose. Therefore, those who can consciously follow this configuration can change the configuration itself even after releasing the magic. That's even more difficult to do, though.

　Although both of them knew sensibly that this technique was the next step in the extension of the magic manipulation until now, as expected of two students, they lacked the knowledge and experience to do so. And moreover, their previous experience was of little use.

　Especially for someone like Tesfia, who uses magic by feel, it was an extremely difficult task.

　It is also a confirmation of the results in a roundabout way to visit the training ground from now on.



　But right after arriving at the training ground, Ciel told Tesfia with his shoulders up and down as if he had finally found it.
　It's a direct call to the dormitory. Of course, the person who called was the Favell family's butler, Selva.

　When Tesfia returned home, Selva informed her of the shocking news.
　On the day they returned to the Academy from the Faber family, the House of Oomljuna, where they had fought over the ruling of the nobility (Temblum), had been burnt down.

　Selva has only told me the facts. I get the feeling that he doesn't want to tell us too much from his tone of voice.
　There is a feud between Tesfia and Isle that cannot be wiped out even after the victory. He was probably concerned about that.

　Currently, it means that Ail has survived in the military hospital.

I'm sorry to hear that the head of the Umrulina family, Lord Morotheon, has passed away. Almost all of the members of the Umluina family, including the head of the family, have now been found burnt to death, leaving Lord Ail. Just..............''

　Tesfia's power to press the card-shaped receiver to her ear was stronger than she had expected. I can't get the words out.
　Even though they were hostile, they didn't hate the other party so much that they wanted to kill him.
　That's why the shock made Tesfia's shoulders shake. According to the results of the autopsy, he had been killed by someone before he was burned.
　And--'

'Yeah, yeah, I get it. Thanks Selva.

　Perhaps his mother had stopped him from doing so, and he would have broken his word. That's why Selva was slightly hesitant about telling Tesfia.
　When it comes to such naïve talk, it is usually left to the messenger to explain.
　That somehow relieved Tesfia, so the inability to wipe off the unshakeable sense of dislike cannot be dropped as quickly as a stain.
　The old butler shows her the trials of accepting reality and the value of life. It is only because he has made her a magician and the next head of the family that he is bold enough to tell her.



　The butler who put down the receiver looked a little pained. I'm not sure I'm going to have enough time to sort out what happened right after the harshness and cruelty of reality was shown to me.
　But I'm sure she didn't make that decision wrong. Because she is not alone now.


　Froese's judgment in that area is still lax due to her parental love. If you don't know, that's fine, and in fact this is a matter that concerns the head of the family, Froese.

　That's why Froze overflows with a sigh to Selva, who just put down the receiver. He is also aware that he has been asked to replace his role.
　That was evident from the fact that he waited until he finished speaking.

''I imitated going out too much,''
'No. You were running away because I wasn't sure I could communicate without emotion at a time like this.

　I guess it's the price of having a daughter and not being able to have the parent-child relationship that should be in place on the one hand. He can't help but separate himself from his daughter.
　He still clings to his role as the next head of the family, even though he hopes to be the next head of the family. He can't trust the tesphere. He can't trust her.

　Froese and Tesfia have had far too little time together as a father and son. She could barely care for them to protect the house, and when they saw each other, they kept nagging about magic and the future.
　That's something I regret now.

　It's at times like these that my thoughts as the head of the family come before my advice as a mother.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get a good look at your mother's face, and Selva's beard trembled.

　It's the face of a parent who never showed it in front of Tesfia. Selva thought she had seen it a lot lately.

'It's all right ma'am. That's something you can get back now.'

　Froese chuckled at the oddly convincing words and thanked the steward who had served him for so many years, "Thank you," he said.