I was led into the Adventurer's School building to receive an explanation about the mysterious "make-up test".

　A long wooden corridor leads down.
　The morning sun shone through the windows, and the white walls seemed to indicate that it was a sanctuary.

　At first glance, it appears to be an ordinary school building.
　However, there are magical touches here and there.
　The wooden corridor had a constant [Detection] magic running through it, and behind the white wall was an iron plate with magic silver embedded in it.
　Even the nondescript windows have 【Auto Repair】 magic on them.

　It's like a magical fortress.

　This is where I learn.
　Unable to restrain my heightened emotions, I twisted the corners of my mouth behind the instructor who was guiding me.

　I'm shown into a room.
　A large round table sits in the center, lined with expensive furnishings and portraits of what appears to be the school's past founders.
　The wooden floor has been replaced by a cobalt blue carpet, giving the room an overall impression of calm.

　But there is no shadow of a person.
　However, there is a hint of human presence.

'So you intend to hide?　Or is this a follow-up test?

　I let out a deep sigh.
　I activated the [Searcher (Seeker)] magic.

　[Reverse Detection]

　A light of magical power runs throughout the room.
　An intermediate magic equivalent to 【Detection】 upper compatible with 【Detection】.
　While 【Detection】 traces the presence of humans, 【Tracking】 traces human magic to reveal their whereabouts.
　Regardless of the magic such as 【Anxiety Blocking】, I can find it.

　Even if I don't, I'm still sensitive to magic power.
　Even if I don't know the exact number, I can at least use magic to find out if someone is hiding there.

　It's quite a lot.
　Ten, or maybe thirteen.
　Apparently they're all seated in chairs that appear to be empty, somehow.

No way..... I never thought I'd be so easy to spot. You have the ability to pass the exam at the top of the class.......and you have the ability to get a perfect score for the first time since the school started? That's quite a scary thought.

　The one who appeared was a Lizard tribe with a long white beard hanging down.
　They wore feather ornaments on their heads and wore traditional clothing.
　They must have lived for quite a long time.
　Like their beards, the Lizard tribe had more gills on the back of their necks as they got older.
　They may live for a hundred years or more.

　In addition, men and women in black magic robes appear.
　From a man about the same age as Luxor to a beastly woman who seemed to be in her twenties, regardless of age or race, they were all gathered around the round table.

　They were probably school instructors.
　And that man was included.

''Hey, Lacelle-kun. How are you?

　The one who spoke to me in a friendly manner was the Varal I met in Stark territory.
　While everyone kept their jaws on the ground and maintained a stern face, this man was the only one who was still the same.

''Hey?　I told you, folks. It's no use. Lacelle is Mr. Luxor's son and he's absurdly strong. Not with this kind of magic. We'll find him.

　Apparently, even a clingy brainiac can be useful sometimes.
　I felt the tense air loosen up.

"What's the point of petty magic, Vernal. Are you trying to criticize my [blocking of air]?　You were never able to get a hold of the kid to begin with, were you?

　The one who spoke foul-mouthed and awful words was the female instructor who sat across from Varal.
　She had thick lips and jet-black hair arranged like a horse's tail.
　Her clothes, which I guessed were originally magical robes, had been boldly cut at the sleeves and hem, revealing her arms and thighs.
　I wonder if it has a habit of exposing, but it was probably for ease of movement.

　It seems that this female instructor was the one who used [Air Blocking].
　As a [Searcher (Seeker)] who specializes in searching and assassination, she possessed supple muscles.

''Huh?　What's with the exam........ What's your complaint?

　He even freaks out at me, a successful candidate.
　The shape of his eyes is round and small, but the light in them is quite sharp.
　It's like a lazy horse.

It's a good idea to have a good time. I'm giving up.

　A voice with a rather strange accent sounded.
　The one who paid attention to the [Seeker (Seeker)] instructor named Paker was the girl with the pigtails who sat next to him.

　This one is also a bit different.
　It was because she had fluffy ears on her head that looked like round donuts.
　Furthermore, the head of her nose was red, and she wore a white robe over her magic robe.

　She must be a beastman - the daughter of the Little Bear tribe.
　She has a small face and is short, and she looks younger than me.
　But judging from the atmosphere, she's probably in her early twenties.

　Then the Little Bear Tribe's instructor approached me.

"Hey, hey. Lacelle. You want to tell me where you came from," he said. You want to tell me about it?

　What I took out was the paper I had prepared for the exam.

　Huh?　What did you just say?
　I had no idea.........

"Tyrol.... Don't be too hasty. It's not too late to ask him about the solution after you've explained the situation to him.

　It was that Lizard tribe that had calmed him down and calmed him down.
　He cleared his throat and tried to regain the dignity of the place once more.
　It was successful, and the instructor, Tyrol, took his seat again.

'First of all, congratulations on your passing, Racel Singh Stark. I heard about you from Varal. He said that you're a [villager] and yet you're quite capable. This is hard to believe, but it's obvious from your achievements. Let's welcome you with open arms. Welcome to Villa Amst Branch of the School of Adventure. My name is Heimdall Dok Itosia. I am the headmaster of this school.

'I'm Lasser Singh Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you.

　I put my head down.

　My impressions of what happened at the testing grounds and my impressions in the results.
　I don't know how that's going to turn out, but it's better to have a slightly better image.
　I've already sold the fight to the nobles.
　I don't want to make any more enemies, and I don't want to make any more enemies either.

　Well... It depends on how the other side comes out.

　I can feel the tension in the room diminish somewhat with the auspiciousness of his attitude.
　It seems that he's succeeded in his plan.

''I was wondering what kind of a remarkable person is capable of destroying all the school's facilities, but he's a very polite candidate, isn't he?

Oh, that's... I'm sorry.

'I don't blame you. This happens from time to time. I'm not blaming you, but this happens sometimes, and it's a good thing that you're the best person in the world. Well, be careful not to be called a 'god of destruction' or something disgraceful like that.

　Huh?　That kind of language...

　Could it be that I...
　Is that what they already call me?

　Again Principal Heimdahl cleared his throat.

'Well, let's get to the point. Never mind the matter marked 'make-up test'. It's just something to interest you a little. The '?' in the score. And I'm going to tell you now why I marked it as such.

　Then Heimdall scoffed lightly at his chin.
　Varal brings a chair from the corner of the room.
　He suggested that I pour it over me.

'Do you remember the subject of the paper exam?'

"Yes. 'Is it possible to replace and construct the Preterozoic conceptual apparatus with primary magic? Consider and prove it." - I think it was.

　Simply put, the question is how to prove a super-ancient magic tool by the magical technology of the time.

　The first magic, known as written magic, is the oldest magic invented in prehistoric times.
　The second magic, the spell-type magic that was even more popular in ancient times.
　And the third magic that is used now is the third magic - the divine magic that was reworked by God from the human composition, which is commonly known as the six major occupational magic.

　The first magic is said to be the root of all magic.
　It's the beginning of the rudiments, and the first basic knowledge to be learned in studying magic.......should be the first thing you learn.
　At least 300 years ago.........

''What did you think about that problem?''

I thought it was a pretty easy question, but...

　..............

　................

　A silence falls.

　Hmm?　What is it?　Did I say something bad?

　For some reason, Heimdall has his head in his hands.

''Something......... Did I make a rude remark?　Sir,

'You're not bad. Not your fault...... Hmm. I see. Simple....

Mr. Heimdahl, would you like to speak up?

　It was Tyrol who suggested it.

　As usual, the accent was terrible.
　Without the context before and after, it was harder to decipher than a poorly written ancient script.

'Hmm. I see. So let's get something straight. ...Mr. Lacelle. As a matter of fact...


　We have no idea what your solution is!


　Huh?

You're right to be surprised. But we're surprised as well. In the first place, the question is one of the unanswered propositions in Galbert. There is no clear answer, only a measure of the respondent's imagination, persuasiveness and argumentation.

　No, wait a minute!

　Unsolved proposition?

　That rudimentary first magic principle?

　Isn't it funny?

Are you guys screwing me?

'No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!　Absolutely not!

　Heimdall shook his skull head to the side with all his might.
　The one who answered in the form of a helper to him was the [Seeker] instructor named Paker.

When I saw your answer, I had no idea what you were writing about. I was going to give you a 'zero' as soon as possible. But this kid.

　He points to Tyrol beside him.

I'm not a kid. I'm not a kid, I'm 22 years old and still fit.

You're so annoying!　Now get on with it, you Lori Bear tribe!

　The next one I described was Tyrol.
　He had too much of an accent, so I'll revert to standard language from here and explain.

'We initially intended to flunk Lasser Singh Stark in the thesis exam. But something stuck and I analyzed your paper. Then I began to think that your answer was actually the correct answer to the proposition (*Lasser's translation).

　Then Heimdall took over the explanation.

Then we asked the World Institute of Magical Technology, commonly known as 'Demonic Giken,' to analyze the paper. And we got the following answer. The answer written in the paper was 100% correct...

'Well...'

So you took a proposition that all the world's scholars have been working on at great pains to solve in your school exams.

　Then, suddenly, the instructors pulled their chairs away.
　I braced myself to see what was going on, and the next thing I heard was applause.

'Congratulations. Lacelle Singh Stark.
Congratulations!
That's Mr. Luxor's son!
..........
Congratulations.
Congratulations!

　Congratulations from mouth to mouth.

　As for me.........


　These guys.......... What the hell are they talking about?


　No, really..........
　I don't understand.....

　That problem is a global proposition?
　Has it bothered scholars?

　You're kidding me!

　A 300 year old boy would have understood that.

　What the hell.... What has happened in the past 300 years?
　The demon race is gone, the amount of magic power is decreasing, and demonic beasts and magic have been downgraded in rank, well, I can understand that.
　But I can't explain the decline of even basic principle knowledge.
　Rather, that's more difficult for me to understand....

　It's true that even though I already knew letter magic as knowledge even in my time, it was long gone as a technology.
　In the midst of the war, its technical material was lost, or maybe it was eliminated in the midst of reviewing the basic principles of education.
　It's a basic principle, but it's a completely useless technology in Galveer now, where third magic is used, and it's not suitable for actual battle in the first place.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. You. It's a good idea to at least treat your answer sheet a little more neatly.　Even today's paper isn't dumb.

　It was Instructor Paker who paid attention.

　He fluttered my raw answer sheet.
　It was crumpled and crumpled with countless folds.
　As he pointed out, it looked dirty.

"Oh, that's it? That one. .... that's the real solution.

　----ck!

　The festive mood in the school room is once again filled with tension.

　I take the answer sheet.
　Then I began to fold the answer sheet in a floppy manner.
　The result was a distorted object that looked like an acute isosceles triangle with a corner at the bottom.
　It looked like a bird spreading its wings.

　It's a so-called 'magic broom', an origami piece of paper.
　It was so named because it looked like a broom with the sweeping part spread out.
　It also resembles a conceptual brace that is pronounced 'kamihikoki' according to the archaic language of the Preterozoic and other languages.

　I grab the bottom corner of the bottom.
　I lightly applied my magic power and gently let it fly.
　Then the magic broom floated through the air with a swoosh and began to drift around the room.
　It comes to the side of the wall.
　As I manipulated the magic, the Kamihikoki performed a dexterous turn.

　Even more freely I began to move it.

　When the instructors saw that.........


''Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!


　I exclaimed.

'Well, no way......... That's.........
One of the pre-Erthodox conceptual devices!

Wolfsbane!

'Whoa!　Awesome!

I didn't think you'd make not only the solution, but also a conceptual outfit...!

　The instructors contort their faces in astonishment.

　It's not really a surprise, though.

　The first magic is the 'letter' magic.
　Written on paper - in accordance with the ancient style - the information of the letters and the principles of flying are transcribed and sent flying with magic power.
　It's not as difficult to do as it is to do and show.

　And yet, the adults are excited.
　What the hell has happened in 300 years....

"Hey, Racel. Racel. Why don't you just give me a shot?

　And Paker taps me on the shoulder.
　Instantly, my concentration was broken.
　As it was, Kamihikoki ran into the wall.
　Click.........
　A dry sound could be heard.


　


　It exploded.
　A thick cloud of smoke rose.
　The walls - or rather, half of the round table room was blown away.

　........ah. Oh no.

　I had written in the Kamikoki's text information that it was fueled by compressed magical power to lighten the weight of the aircraft.
　The moment the fuselage was crushed, its magic power must have leaked out and dissipated.

　Twice in the testing room.
　And this is the third time.

　Oh dear........ But the durability of the school has dropped considerably.

　I looked back in horror.
　Oh no..... As expected, this time I might be scolded....





　An exclamation was heard.

''I can't believe you can make such a powerful conceptual armor with such first magic.
This is a milestone.
Tell the agency right away!
That's Mr. Luxor's son.

Lacelle!

　And it was Heimdall who tapped me on both shoulders.
　He had tears streaming from both eyes, fists raised in the air, impressed.

'By all means, why don't you publish a paper on your current technology?

　Huh?　EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?

No, um..... I did it again, but...

'I don't care about the walls of the school!　Right now, the development of magical technology is more important.

　Heimdall makes a powerful statement.

　.................

　...........

　Well--..... Well............





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　..............................

　No no no no no..........
　I'm screwed!

　I mean, hey imdahl!

　You're the head of this school!