It was an abrupt encounter.

'Thanks for your help,'

　Her beautiful blonde hair flowed.
　She was pale, with thin, elegant lips.
　His body was small and slender, dressed in a military school uniform.
　But it was neatly trained.

　I open my mouth.

''Sheila........''

　Lacel Singh Stark's vocal cords were saying the words for the first time in years.

　No doubt about it.
　Sheila Singh Stark.
　Luxor's daughter.
　And Lacel Sinn Stark's one younger sister.

　Me and Sheila with our eyes crossed.

'What?　Lacelle. This man is.........

That's my sister.

'What?　I had a sister named Lacelle!

　No wonder Cecil is surprised.

　It's because I, too, until just now, had forgotten about my sister who left for the royal capital when I was a child.

　If I had an excuse, it would be close to a first meeting for me.
　The reason is that I left Sheila before my awareness of being a wise man was clear.
　When we met again in this way and saw each other, I felt nothing but discomfort.

'Gee, how are you doing?'

　In a manner of speaking, we exchanged greetings.

　But what comes back is a dull look in his eyes.

"Who are you?

'What?　You forget, it's me. It's Rasel Singh Stark.

'Lacelle........... Sin..........

　Then Sheila suddenly has her head in her hands.
　She moans and begins to writhe in agony.

　Hey. What does this mean?

　That's when it happened.
　The kid with the bomb turns on his heel.
　He saw an opportunity to get away.
　He turns his back on it and starts to run.

　Sheila looks up.
　She held up her hands in pain.
　In an instant, she concocted the magic necessary for advanced magic.
　Fast!
　Mr. Chairman - or maybe even more so.

　You'll be surprised later.
　If you release that magic, a child will surely die.

　[Dragon Emperor's Great Fire]!

　A flaming dragon leaps from the palm of his sister's hand.
　I close in on the fleeing child's back.

　But I leap into its line of fire.
　When I raised my hand, I quickly activated my magic.

　[Absolute Ice Spear]!

　A large ice spear brilliantly pierced the dragon.
　In an instant, it froze the fire dragon.
　When the magic power runs out, it disappears.

''No way......... My magic.........

　The calm Sheila's eyes widened.
　The dark green eyes and gaze met again.

　Then she opened her mouth like this.

I'm going to have to say that it's a very good idea. ...

　Wobbling, Sheila collapsed.
　As she was about to run to him, a man appeared.
　He has a bald head, single eyelids and red eyes.
　He was wearing a loose-fitting imam's uniform with loose cuffs.
　He held a staff in his hand.

　He was probably a researcher or a teacher.
　Either way, he was a stinky man.

　I tried to approach Sheila, but she prevented me from doing so.

"Hmm. Who are you?

Lacelle Singh Stark. Sheila's brother.

"Stark.... Oh. I see. That's the kind of last name I had, that one. But even if we were brother and sister, I would have you stay away from it. Sheila is no longer yours, nor does she belong to House Stark.

　Then the man showed his yellowed teeth and smiled.

We own it.

　Having said that, he had the other students carry Sheila and left the place.

　The parade was cancelled due to the commotion caused by the Revolutionary Candidates.
　The next day, the headline "Bomb Attacks on Prince" danced in the newspapers.


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　There's no doubt about it.
　Perhaps Sheila Singh Stark has been brainwashed.

　There are reasons.
　One is that she forgot her brother, Lasser Singh Stark.
　It wasn't an act, much less an act of embarrassment.
　The fact that he clearly recognized me as his 'brother' at the end suggests that his memory has been tampered with.

　Secondly, the Sheila in my memory was a person who couldn't even kill a bug.
　Such a person, even if he was a criminal, did not hesitate to unleash a highly lethal magic.
　This is likely to be twisted in character itself.

　Thirdly, from [Reverse Detection], there is some kind of magic tool embedded in her body.
　With this, it is extremely likely that she is artificially manipulating Sheila.

　Based on the above points, I searched for Sheila's whereabouts in the royal capital.
　Using 【Detection】, I even confirmed that she was at the military academy, but she would be sent to the gate.
　I stopped the students of the military school and asked them about Sheila, but even though I knew that she was one or two of the most powerful people in the school, no one knew her whereabouts.

'You saw her, you must be Ravench Shuha Rodnir,'

　Such is Heimdall, the headmaster of the School for Adventurers.
　I have petitioned the headmaster to arrange a meeting with the military academy, but apparently even Heimdahl has been unable to do so.

　I met a man named Ravench, a bald-headed man I met at the school.
　He's a teacher at a military academy, but he has his own laboratory in the school where he conducts clinical trials on his students, ostensibly to test the efficacy of recovery medicine.
　Although he seems to have permission from the government to do so, he was a man who has been the subject of many black rumors, such as conducting illegal human experiments on his students.

　I can only speculate, but he probably did it to Sheila like that.

　But to prove it, I'd have to see my sister.

'There's only one way to do that.

　It was President Vael who walked into the principal's office, shaking out his silver hair.
　He shook his large breasts as if to show them off and stood beside me.

'The last day of the Triumphal Festival. A model match between the representatives of the Adventurer's School and the Military Academy will be held. It's one of the traditional events. It's also the only point of contact between the schools. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

　The result is inevitable.
　The other side has received gifted military training from an early age.
　In fact, Sheila and the students who were under the prince's guard were quite skilled.

''It's overwhelming. By the way, what's that one win?''

It's unsuccessful over there. There was some trouble in the south that day. The reserves were mobilized in an emergency.

It's a disgraceful victory.

　I cowered my shoulders.

'You think you're going to put him in that delegate race?　But the Adventurer's School's representative selection round is tomorrow. And the entries must have ended. Besides, primary students should not be allowed to participate in principle.

As for the slot, no problem. I'm not going to compete.

What are you going to do without me, you idiot?

　Heimdahl countered.
　But the chairman ignored him and continued.

'The reason we have banned primary students as a rule is because they are new chicks who have just entered the school. But Lasell is different. I've reported to you. He is capable of defeating an S-ranked Earth Dragon in an instant. By the measure of strength, he's fully qualified.

'I've heard that, but.... To begin with, the delegate election is a group competition. What about the party members?　Don't tell me you're teaming up with him?

Even if I don't answer, he's got some good members in there.

　Vael said, "Come in," and the door to the headmaster's office opened.
　The ones who came in were Cecil, Sarasa and Rowan.

''Hmph. You know very well, Mr. Chairman.''

Allow us to enter. Please let us enter.

Your friend's sister is as good as my sister. I'm here to help you.

You guys....

　This surprises me, too.

'It's watery, Lacelle. I can't believe you didn't talk to the party.

Let us help you.

Or what?　Are you unhappy with our abilities?

　He laughs.

　These guys..........

　I raised the corners of my mouth.

'What do you think, Lasser Singh Stark? Can you win with this crew?

'Are you talking about the national selection?　Or do you mean the delegate race?

Both, of course.

　No problem.....

No problem.

　Thus, we were chosen to participate in the national selection as a special quota.


　◆◇◆◆◆◆.


　The next day, the selection process for the national team began.

　When it was announced about us on the day, of course the controversy went up.

'f*ck you!'　What do you mean the chairmen aren't in the delegate selection process?
Who else would it be but the chairman? Did you see that, last year's game?
Nice try, last year's president.
'I can only assume that the school is disrespecting the delegate elections!
What are the alternatives?
It's like being a first grader.
What?　Primary!
f*ck you!　Manager!　Come on out, principal!

　And you can say all you want.

　You can complain all you want, but please do it where he can't hear you.

"How are you doing?

　As I was waiting for my turn in the hallway outside the waiting room, the chairman appeared with his hand raised.

'There's a lot of criticism out there,'

'No matter. Even if he had, the odds were slim. Give us our share of the romp!

　After a lot of work, the chairman went back to the bleachers.

　And we went wild, as it were.

　[First Flame]!

　An extremely large flame that could not be thought of as elementary magic attacked my opponent's third class students.
　As soon as the flames of red lilies hit them, their opponents were immediately engulfed in fire.

''It's your match.

　With the call of the referees, the firefighting begins at once.
　The medical staff rushed over and received a quick [recovery].

''The winner, Lasser Singh Stark!　Therefore, the Adventurer's School representatives shall be a party led by Lacel Singh Stark!

　At that moment, there was an angry cheer.

　At first, no student was criticizing us.
　They completely flipped out and praised me and the party.

'Tsk!
What's with that f*cking Racel guy? He's fiercely strong.
I heard there were strong [villagers] out there.

No, he wasn't the only one. That guy, Cecil, he's very, very fast.
No, no. That being said, this Sarasa woman is awesome. She didn't hit me at all.
It's like you can read the attacks. Also, your chest is huge.
Hey, hey. Have you forgotten, guys? This guy Rowan didn't even use magic to defeat a [wizard].

　I can do it.....

　It's going to be like that for a while.

　These guys can win the national election.
　They can bring not one disgraceful victory to the Adventurer's School, but one of honor.
　We were so convinced of this that we were the representatives of the Adventurer's School, the difference in our abilities was overwhelming.

'Good luck, boys!'
I'm rooting for you!
Hang in there!
Let's bring down those military academy guys!

　We stood in the middle of the martial arts table and received a warm round of applause.

　And then the last day of the triumphal festival.
　The fateful election of the representatives began.