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　Flynn focused on his main healing, but he heard the girl from earlier raise her voice over his back.
　Since she usually performs healing magic many times, her concentration is not disturbed, but the sound of her voice reaching her ears made Flynn have a bad feeling, "Huh, Shura? I couldn't help but confess to myself.
　Was it her natural bad luck that she was always in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was it because she had met someone called Ars?


　As the party in question, Fiona stopped him with a momentum, but she didn't immediately know what to say next.

'Are you satisfied ... satisfied?'

　Such provocative words were the only words that came to mind. He could only choose such terrible words with his trembling throat.
　Fiona's shoulders shook for a moment, jolted by Ars's eyes, which were turned to scrutinize her over her shoulder.

'So that's what it looked like to you,'
No, no... but...
'It's just a way to pass the time. I'm just trying to teach them something they didn't teach me.
What does that even mean!
'Only the people involved will know what that means. Otherwise, you will be reminded of this outside. If you don't understand, you don't have to. If you don't know, you don't have to, because I'm not obliged to go that far. This is special and capricious.
A whim if you will.

　Letting the movement of her pinched mouth, Fiona crossed her arms and drew daggers from both hips.

''Then I would love to have you teach me as well.
..........

　--Two swords. Not exactly a loaner.

　The girl on the spectator's table moved away, as if the entertainment was diminished. Ars thought that was a little surprising.

　If that was the case, Ars looked at the clock in disgust. After all, it is true that there is a lot of time before the training ground closes. Or rather, it is quiet as if the building is about to close, but little time has passed. The sun is going down early, and even if it's this season, it's probably still time for the sun to resist the darkness outside.

　Ars glances at Tesfia and Alice.
　Then there was Alice's figure with her hands together against us. Alice then switches to a gesture of stroking something with both hands. Of course, it's not so far away that her voice can't reach me.
　It was probably just a care to keep her from being noticed by Fiona.

　--I mean, go easy on her.

　The fact of the matter is, while there is no discrimination between the s*xes, it doesn't mean that she doesn't feel anything. The girl in front of me is just a girl, although she did some physical damage to the main, but the girl in front of me is just a girl. She's not trained like Tesfia or Alice.
　There are a few ways to do this, if a bit distracting.

　The point is, you just need to be able to recognize your own death from the closest place.

　The first thing is to see how long you can do it, but I don't think you can expect much from the boy I mentioned earlier.

I'll just have to wait and see. 'We'll see. Give it all you've got.
Yes!

　The release of magic power that was only faintly visible, it was close to a severely stagnant sewage, not to mention compared to the main one. It was too awkward and unbalanced magic power.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get your hands on it.
　It's not the same as inferiority complexes, such as a weak release of magical power or immature directionality as magical power. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good deal more than you think.

　The magic power was born without a pause and was constantly deteriorating.

　Fiona controls her magic power single-mindedly and makes her dagger's magic formula shine.

　A moment later - the air of the place was filled with murderous intent, as if the air was completely replaced. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good deal more than you think.
　You can't even look directly at the Ars in front of you, and Fiona can barely fix her gaze on the hilt of the dagger.

''I've never been licked to this extent before.

　All of them froze at the lack of inflection in their voices.
　Both Tesfia and Alice should have felt close to the idea of death in their training earlier, but the premonition, which was clearly different from that, made their entire bodies militate. Earlier, there was no choice of winning in battle, which made them aware of death. You can't prevent or avoid a single attack by yourself. And that's how you will die.

　But it's different now. It's not even a battle. It's just like swatting a small fly, reaping the inorganic nature of a small life without emotion, and that's what sticks in my mind.

　But Tesfia and Alice cleared their throats once loudly and naturally grabbed their AWRs. It was probably close to a defensive instinct, but they were still able to breathe in small breaths as if their training had come to life. It wasn't enough to fill his lungs, although it was a faint breath.


　Tesfia looked at Loki in the midst of it all.
　She had a wistful expression on her face with her eyes lightly downcast. Her closed mouth seemed to be drawn tightly together to prevent her from speaking.
　Loki had some idea of what Ars was angry about. As well as deepening his knowledge of magic power under Ars, it is also certain that Ars actually has a deep knowledge of magic power.

　Loki's knowledge, which he accumulated in such a life, was unnatural when he saw Fiona's magic power. Perhaps Ars should have seen through it at a glance, that's why her actions were reversed.


　In addition, Flynn in the distance was focused on his healing magic without even a glance. Of course, she could feel it on her back. But her only priority should be to heal people. Other than that, she wasn't really interested in anything else. Maybe that's why she couldn't feel the subtleties.
　It was also a lack of crisis-sensing ability that could be said to be fatal to Flynn, who had not dived into the death line in the outside world as a healing mage and had always lived within the survival zone. Of course, it wasn't something that was required of a healing magician.
　However, if he had faced it face to face, he would not have been able to heal the stones.


　Fiona, who was directly exposed to that threat, her consciousness was occupied only by the sensation of her heart palpitating faster. She couldn't think of anything else.
　But it was only for a few moments, really. The heavy, intimidating sensation that seemed to be pressing directly on his heart had vanished cleanly when he realized it. It was only now that he finally realized that the dagger he held up didn't even feel like he was holding it. The dagger in my left hand stabbed into the ground and tilted slightly, as if it had been dropped at some point.

'I'm quitting ... wasting my time. I didn't think it would be this bad.'

　The word "terrible" in response to the main was a sort of provocation as well. The bluster was good, but the rankings and power hadn't quite caught up with them. That being said, there were similar guys when Ars was in his first year.
　But the girl in front of him was a far cry from that.

'Let's go home, Loki. This one's too deadly.
'Okay. But.....
Let it go. This guy is manipulative. Worst of all, he's the worst kind of person. Guys like this are worse than guys who don't shamelessly demand justice.
Wait, wait!　Why am I the only one....why do you have to say that....
What?　You think I don't notice that?
"--Hey!
'Oh, yeah. I'll give you one piece of advice.
..........
Quit the Academy.
Wha--

　Fiona was crestfallen at Ars spitting out coldly, and gradually drops appeared out of the corners of her eyes. Maybe the clattering and trembling dagger was not fright, but anger at the unreasonable dialogue. He could only shake with a whirlwind of emotions.

''Argh!''

　It was Tesfia who raised a voice of reprimand in this situation. His sad face was so clear that it was easy to see at a glance what he was trying to say.
　Alice next to her was dumbfounded, but Tesfia's voice brought her back to herself and she threw a questioning glance at Ars. A confident hunch that it wasn't him who would say such things out of spite took the form of a question.

'Hah! Don't be so spirited. You've abbreviated it a little too much, I'll be brief. It was Fiona, decide (...) so you won't regret it.
Why?

　Fiona, who turned over to hide her face with her bangs, dropped a few tears from behind them.
　Even I know that my abilities can't keep up with them. Maybe I don't even have the talent as a magician. Nevertheless, she continued to practice and study day after day, day after day, day after day.
　That should be the right path without anyone to blame.

　This time, Ars turned his back on Fiona and started walking. Loki was standing upright in his progress, waiting for him.
　This one looks like he wants to say something too, and Ars wants to burst out in a sigh. It's a good thing that you're able to get away with this kind of situation because you're concerned about unnecessary things, I know.

　Immediately afterwards, the presence of an approaching presence from behind made Ars immediately turn around.
　There was Fiona holding the dagger firmly in her hand and holding it out in front of her chest with the tip of it towards Ars. No, a dagger fixed in place while running is enough of a weapon to simply push it in.

''Why me?!''

　With a donk, the tip of the blade that Fiona held up was indeed pushed in.
　And she was wet with tears, looking at the unexpected situation that happened firmly with her eyes.

''What--?　Why....